This fanfic was created in part with my March 2021 art poll for supporters of my content to celebrate the 1-year anniversary of Animal Crossing: New Horizons. The art half of this fanfic is available on my Twitter, FurAffinity, and InkBunny
It was a late March afternoon and the beginning of Spring. The skies beginning to clear of those gloomy snow clouds, the grass reviving itself to its lush greens, the trees regrowing their leaves. A relaxing, chilly breeze blew across the island, keeping the temperature at a tolerable level, not too hot for short sleeves but not too cold for jackets and sweaters. The afternoon was still young and everyone was feeling refreshed and brand new like new life of flora and vegetation on Camp Acorn.
It was an especially delightful afternoon for one squirrel, beads of sweat dripping off of her shapely figure, the plumpness of her ass hugged tight by her black jogging shorts, feeling the wobble and jiggle in her backside as she jogged down the recently paved stone road by the island's only human resident. Her breasts bounced in her loosely fit, green sleeveless parka, the voluptuous female carelessly and pridefully showing off plenty of cleavage to anyone who caught her in her morning routine.
Reaching the end of the stone path, she stopped and bent over briefly to catch her breath, taking a quick swig of water from the bottle she carried, wiping the sweat from her unibrow with a hand towel she kept in her pocket for this very reason. With a satisfied sigh, she threw the towel over her shoulder and looked over at the set of park benches placed near the end of the stone path in front of the playground setup.
There he was, like every afternoon when she would do her routine jog, he was there waiting for her. He waved at her, that smug aura he radiated with his presence alone would make her weak in the knees. Of all the squirrels on this island, he was the one that could make her feel the heat between her legs more than anyone else. She loved his type, confident from head to toe as if he could take on the world and win without breaking a sweat.
She plopped herself down right beside him, her plump backside squishing into the hard seat and acting as plenty of cushion for the squirrel fem. She looked the male up and down; he'd decided to go casual today with a pair of purple outdoor shorts one size too small to hug his own curves and matching purple striped shirt. She placed a paw on his thigh, caressing him slowly through the fabric of his shorts, their gazes meeting and sharing a sultry growl.
"Marshal~" She spoke, her voice husky with a newfound sexual desire. Like her daily jog, this too was a part of her routine whenever he decided to show up. She would sit down for a very short break before the smells of her sweat and musk mixing into the sweet essence of her arousal would drive Marshal beyond the point of no return and he would indulge in her body like a feral beast taming his bitch in heat.
"Hazel~" He'd growl deep and stand up from his seat before planting his paws upon her plush thighs and engaging his fellow squirrel in a deep kiss. There was nothing tender in this kiss, this wasn't driven by passion or love. No, they weren't a couple, not even close. This was a kiss fueled by lust and hunger, their tongues entwined in a battle for dominance. Marshal's paws shifted from Hazel's thighs to her hips as he pressed forward, allowing his tenting shorts to press upon her crotch, grinding firm into the sweat caked female as she moaned huskily for more, her legs wrapping around his waist and returning the favor.
Hazel's crotch was damp with the mixture of her sweat and wetness, the raunchy scent of lust heavy in the air between the two horny squirrels. Marshal shuddered with the growing anticipation welling within his form with each graze and grind of his tented arousal upon his partner's clothed privates, the thin fabric of their shares being the only thing stopping them from fucking on the spot in full public.
Which is what they planned to do anyway.
Breaking the kiss, Hazel grabbed the male by his hips and shoved him down onto the soft grass below, standing over him with a sultry smirk and a sway of her hips. Her heavy ass hovered above the wanton squirrel's face as she'd then squat over him, teasing the male further by placing her luscious, sweaty behind just inches away from Marshal's face, the horny squirrel wanting nothing more than to have his face smothered in that warm, snug swamp ass of sweat and leftover fresh scents from her morning shower and cologne spray down before her jog. She growled lowly at the anxious and impatient male beneath her, her tail swishing, teasing that swelled tent, swirling it slowly before she turned around to face his lower half, a paw reaching back to slowly peel down those clingy shorts just enough to let her fat ass air out as it plopped down upon Marshal's face.
Muffled moans vibrated her ass flesh as the male took pawfuls of that massive behind while his nose dug into the crevice of those mountainous cheeks, pressed firm upon her tight pucker, every inhale completely intoxicated with the raunchy sweet scent of horny Hazel booty while his tongue occupied those plump pussy lips, lashing out between their juiciness to scoop up collections of her dripping honey. Marshal quaked in ecstasy under his fellow squirrel's behind, every second suffocating between those cheeks earning powerful throbs in his shorts, the male beyond the point of no return, lost in a sea of insatiable lust that only their wild sex could cure. Hazel moaned out the whole while, caring not even the slightest if anyone heard or saw them. Her back arched while her ass was teased by Marshal's nose and her pussy assaulted with his hungry tongue lashing out at her, flicking her cunt and swirling her clit.
No longer could the horny squirrel hold back, Hazel leaning over her partner and peeling up his own pants to admire the male's swollen cock, letting it stand tall and air out that musky aroma. She shuddered taking a long whiff of his scent, the potent essence of a horny male making her pussy leak more into Marshal's hungry maw. He gave the sweaty gal's plump behind a firm smack, watching the ripple of her large ass cheeks and listening to her squeaky moan, the female retaliating by grinding her bubble butt more firmly upon Marshal's face.
Marshal's eyes rolled back, the overwhelming tastes and scents of Hazel's luscious back end and her succulent cunt too much for the overly excited squirrel to handle. His cock twitched violently, throbbing strong as the cool afternoon air brushed against his heated, tender dick. Hazel's left paw approached that leaky, vein covered mass, her tail wagging anxiously with her paw wrapping around the male's base. As soon as she took hold of Marshal's cock, his muffled moans into her ass and the buck of his hips signified his overstimulated release, the first burst of seed from his cock striking Hazel's cleavage with the rest of his climax painting across his front.
Lifting off of the male's face, Hazel took a look at Marshal's goofy smile and sweat caked face, huffing and gasping out taking in the fresh air after being smothered under ass for so long. Despite his recent orgasm, Marshal's arousal didn't let up in the slightest, throbbing with anticipation for more from his fellow squirrel. Hazel eyed down the erection with hunger, her big butt swishing to and fro above the male's face while she went down on his creamed dick, engulfing every inch of fat squirrel cock and milking him clean of his leftover spunk. Marshal's body shook hard, a loud moan escaping him while paws grabbed at the fat ass hovering above him, tugging Hazel back down upon his face and digging his tongue inside her fat ass this time, exploring deep into her delicious anal cavern.
Hazel growled on the dick in her mouth, bobbing up and down its thickness, angered veins throbbing separately of the cock's pulses against Hazel's warm tongue, heated breath brushing over Marshal's plump balls with each heavy exhale, deep throating the cock once more and burying her nose into the squirrel's sweaty sac, taking a long whiff of his potent aroma. Her legs buckled and pussy quivered, honey spilling heavily from her cunt while she let herself get drunk on Marshal's scent, her anus clamping around his tongue digging into her tender walls as she'd just sniffed herself into a sloppy orgasm, slutty, wet moans vibrating the squirrel dick in her gullet.
Marshal gave the gal's fat ass another strong swat, loving her vibrating moans on his dick, hips starting to buck and pump, face fucking the sex drunk squirrel atop of him. He moaned into her fat ass, feeling her juices drip onto his chin and chest from her own orgasm, listening to the wet, sloppy slurps of Hazel sucking on his dick while he ate out her bubble butt. He'd feel the pulse and twitch in his dick again, another climax already nearing, precum coating Hazel's tongue in spurts and dribbles while she sucked him dry, hungry for his essence.
Up and down the big dick Hazel went, tongue dancing and swirling the male's breeding pole, her loins burning with an insatiable craving for this big dick to reshape her insides. She reached down to unzip her top and let her sizable, milky tits spill out and smother the male's base while she pulled up to suckle around the tip of Marshal's cock. Her paws groped at herself, turning her blowjob into a blow and titfuck mix, bouncing her soft C-cup chest on him. Marshal groaned out into Hazel's fat butt, tugging her rear down against his face harder and suffocating himself while another eruption fed the hungry squirrel, Hazel's eyes widening taking ribbons of thick nut across her tongue. Moaning on him, she milked the male once more, taking in as much of his cum as she could get out of those hefty balls, a paw cupping Marshal's fat jewels and rolling them between her digits while taking as much of him as she could, her face smothering against her tits.
Marshal shook with a deep groan, Hazel pulling off of his cock and finally freeing him from her voluptuous figure as she stood over him, swallowing the remains of cum in her mouth with a devious smirk. Not giving him the chance to get up, she plopped right back down upon the male, this time dragging her fat ass against the squirrel's still swelled package, hotdogging his big dick between her cushiony cheeks. Their gazes met, his of sultry lust and hers of a primal, feral hunger. She was a succubus and he was her willing victim offering his body for her unquenchable thirst and she couldn't be happier to have a friend in this smug, horny squirrel. She bounced her booty against his cock, teasing the wanton male while his paws knead into her plush thighs and large ass.
With a deep huff and a low groan, Hazel lifted her hips, reaching a paw down to grip Marshal at the base and help line his slick meat up with her moistened pucker, prodding herself on him before letting gravity drop her fat ass on every last bit of cock. Her back arched, her body shook, her pussy squirted, moaning loud spearing herself upon her favorite 'toy', heated walls clamping tight around the male's hot erection. Hazel trembled violently, feeling as if her anal walls were melting around Marshal's big dick, perfectly shaped to fit him like a glove after the many times they've had sex before.
Little time passed with the two pressed hips to ass before Hazel leaned over the male, planting her paws upon his chest for balance and starting to bounce on his cock with force. The resounding whap and plap of rough sex sounded in tandem with heated gasps and lustful moans between the two squirrels, paws squeezing ass and chest fur respectively. Marshal's hips bucked upwards as Hazel dropped, digging himself deeper into her hot ass with every thrust. Their tails coiled around each other, entwining themselves together in the heat of their momentary intimacy.
Hazel dropped her front, meeting lips with Marshal once more, a wet and sloppy kiss following their embrace, tongues wrestling, swapping saliva and sharing heated, breathy moans while they fucked like the animals they are. Hazel's huge ass jiggled and wobbled like jelly as she was ravaged by the sex hungry squirrel beneath her, her fat butt bouncing to meet the forceful slams of her friend. Her cunt clenched on air while her ass squeezed his pulsing pole, eyes shutting tight, panting heavily and hilting the male inside her backside, grinding and rolling her hips against the male's lap. She could feel him stirring around within her, shuddering from how deep he was in her—she could almost feel him in her gut!
Marshal gave her another smack at the ass, unable to resist indulging in that bubble butt slamming repeatedly on his dick. He groaned loudly, pleasure overloading his senses, the male's mind starting to go blank from the excessive and intense sex. He could feel his last climax closing in, the big finale to their romp. The throbs in his cock grew stronger, losing his rhythm of thrusts to the pleasure, hips bucking frantically now in sporadic paces while Hazel kept her rear grinding into the horny male. She gazed down at him, seeing the sexual stress in his tensed up expression and knowing he was near another release.
Hazel growled into his ear and give it a teasing nip, smothering Marshal's face into her soft breasts while going overdrive on him, giving the male her roughest bounces before plopping down hard with a loud moan, eyes rolling back as she'd suddenly hit another climax, squirting juices onto the squirrel's crotch while feeling his violent thrusts burst into his hardest orgasm of them all. She could feel the shots of cum hitting up against her walls as he held her down tight on him, hips bucking firm upon her rear with each spray of white. His eyes shut tight, gritting his teeth while dumping his balls into the horny squirrel slut milking his dick like a vice, both panting out heavily while riding out their shared finale.
Hazel collapsed atop her partner, gazing into his eyes with a goofy smile and patting his head. She wiggled her bubble butt a little, slowly lifting off of his dick, her snug ass drooling happily with the male's creampie left within her. She pulled her shorts back up, letting that creamy concoction of sex mess her pants along with her sweat. She stole one last, quick slurping up Marshal's cock, cleaning the leftover semen off of him before kissing his forehead and walking off back up the stone path to return home. There was a long, cold shower awaiting her to clean up the evidence of her afternoon escapade.
Until tomorrow when it would likely happen all over again.