You used to love animals.
You thought that they all lived noble, simple lives, and strived to be one with nature. You never considered just how… dirty and unkempt nature was. It was only when you first stepped off the train to Apple Falls, and immediately stepped into a pile of dog shit, that you finally realized just why animals tended to be ghettoed off in these crappy little villages, far from human society. Of course, by that point, it was already too late. You used the last of your bits just buying the train ticket here, and just to be able to afford your own house, you had to literally suck Tom Nook’s dick for months before he was willing to forgive the loan.
The thing you quickly learned is, animals are unrestrained by the mores of civilized society. Their minds are dominated by pure id. They fart, piss and shit whenever and wherever the urge arises, and you can often see them rutting eachother in public, without a care in the world who sees them. Not only that, but they have a love of schadenfreude that borders on sadism. Once they realized how disgusted you were by their habits, they descended upon you like a pack of dogs, pulling disgusting ‘pranks’ on you just to see the look on your face.
You kept on surviving, driven by the hope that you’d eventually scrounge up enough bells to afford to move far, far away… but at this point, you were on the verge of giving up. You didn’t even want to get out of bed, knowing that the moment you stepped out your door, some animal was going to give you a faceful of ass. So you just laid there, and slept… and slept… and slept… until the day was halfway over. Eventually, you have to interrupt your nap to get a bite to eat. You shuffle miserably down the stairs, your arms swaying limply as you walked over to your fridge. Just as you were preparing some lunch, however, your heart sunk as you heard a knock at the door.
It was one of the animals! You hated when they visited your house; you could never convince them to leave, and they always stunk up the place. You immediately started tiptoeing out of sight of any of the windows. None of your lights were on, so maybe your visitor would think you weren’t home and leave. “I know you’re in there, piffle!” You hear a familiar, feminine voice from the other side of the door. “You know, it’s rude to leave a lady waiting!” You groan, knowing that you didn’t have any other choice but to let them in.
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you pulled the door open, a frown on your face. In front of you stood Vivian, a she-wolf that lives on the other end of the village. She was a strange character; she seemed to make an effort to appear posh and ‘ladylike’, keeping her fur well-groomed and her outfit beautiful, and speaking in a bizarre, aristocratic british accent. Instead of gas, she stunk heavily of perfume. “What do you want?” You ask, venom in your voice.
“Hey! Don’t get snippy with me!” She frowns indignantly, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. “I simply wanted to see how you were getting along. I haven’t seen you around the village lately.” You let your guard down, and she seized the opportunity to slip past you, inviting herself into your home. You rolled your eyes as plopped herself down on one of the stools at your dining table. You made a mental note to thoroughly clean that chair later. Animals go around without any pants, you see, to accommodate both their tails and their gross habits.
“Yeah, cause the last time I stepped outside, Butch shoved my head up his ass,” you grumbled. You tried to make it clear with your body language that you wanted her to leave ASAP, but she either didn’t get the memo or didn’t care.
“Hehehe! Ah, yes, I remember that! Good times, good times…” She giggled, but frowned when she saw the look on your face. “Oh, piffle. You have to understand they don’t mean anything by it. Us animals play jokes like that on eachother all the time.”
“Yeah, well, I wish you’d leave me out of it,” you sighed, sitting on the chair beside her.
“Actually, on that note, I actually found something I think you might like,” she said, digging through her purse. Eventually, she pulled out a small, curved, transparent device, holding it up in front of you.
“... and what is this supposed to be?” You ask, squinting as you analyzed it.
“Noseclips!” She announced with a smile. You looked up at her in awe, wondering if she really meant what you thought she meant. “You put it over your nose and it blocks your nostrils for you. That way you never have to smell anything.”
You were surprised. You’d never had any of the animals do something so kind for your before. “Wow, Vivian, that’s… really, really nice of you, actually,” you said, reaching out to accept her gift. However, at the last moment, she pulls away, keeping the noseclips from your grasp.
“Uh… actually...” She says, with a nervous smile. “I was... kind of hoping you'd do something for me in return…” You were a little confused as she leaned back in her chair, tentatively spreading her legs open, the smell of her overwhelming musk suddenly hitting you. She was in heat! Of course none of the animals would ever give you a gift just out of the kindness of her heart. Since there was no chance of you impregnating them or anything, you were a popular choice whenever the girls in town wanted to ride out their estrus.
Not like that was a huge problem. After Tom Nook’s abuse, you were pretty accustomed to whoring yourself out. You’d probably fucked or been fucked by every damn animal in the village! It helps that you’ve always found animals rather attractive, in spite of their gross tendencies. Still, as you stared down at Vivian’s unwashed cunt, you wondered if you should decline on principle alone. After all, you’ve been wanting to make a change...
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