I woke up early the next morning and lay as still as possible in my tent. I could hear the river making a sweet trickling sound somewhere in the distance and savoured the moment for as long as I could. Soon the sun rose and warmed the tent, and when enough heat had crept its way into my aching bones, I decided it was time to explore my new town.

Stepping out of the tent, the first thing I saw was some kind of portly raccoon. Like Isabelle, it stood on its hind legs and wore clothes. I guessed it was another one of the strange and slightly terrifying town residents, and walked over cautiously.

"Hey," I began nervously (I was gay now so boys made me nervous) "I just moved in here. It's nice to meet you."

The strange raccoon-man turned to face me. He was quite cute really; a little furry creature with sleepy eyes and a pointed muzzle. He smiled at me and spoke:

"Ah! Hello, newcomer! You'll be the new mayor, yes?"

It was a fucking relief to meet someone who didn't seem completely deranged, even if he did think I was the mayor. I relaxed and smiled back in a suggestive/respectful way. My trademark suggestive/respectful smile never failed to charm.

"Apparently so," I chuckled, "please ignore my erection. I'm gay you see." I did indeed have a fierce and towering boner. I wanted to rub my cock on the raccoon's fuzzy tail while he slept and jizz in his fur. But I didn't say that to him, I just thought it in my big gay brain.

"Don't worry about it. I'm a little bi-curious myself!" Tom Nook said heartily. "Why, just last night..." he stopped and seemed slightly embarrassed.

I started to sweat. "Last night?" I pressed, massaging my crotch in a subtle but still homosexual manner. I didn't want to scare the shy little fellow, but I also wanted to ffufjck him. fucking. i wanna fuck the racccooon

"I got quite off track there, I'm afraid!" he said, " a little awkward, yes? No matter! I'm here to bring you to my store, so we can have a little chat about upgrading your residence! You would like that, hmm?"

"Of course I'd fucking like that. I slept in a tent last night. I hate sleeping in a tent because my snores get trapped inside and can't blow away," I fidgeted.

"Come along then, hurry! Time is money, yes!" he bellowed. He then raccooned away, beckoning me to follow him.

"I haven't even had breakfast," I complained, rolling my eyes lasciviously. But I didn't care, because even though I was gay, I was still manly, and I didn't need breakfast.

The shop turned out to be in the section of town I'd planned to visit later on; a neat little area lined with adorable shops. I followed Tom Nook into his tiny estate agent's ready to talk money; but the sight I was confronted with froze me in my tracks.

"You!" I gasped, "What the fuck are you doing here?!" My boner, which had been approaching the size of an adult basking shark, disappeared so fast it almost gave my dick whiplash.

"Is there a problem, gentlemen?" Tom Nook hurried over. "I trust there won't be any disturbances in my little shop now, hmm?"

I could barely speak. "H-him," I whispered, pointing with a shaking hand, "why is he here?"

"Lyle?" Nook turned to face the fucking...otter? Weasel? Steve Buscemi? Oh boy my dick had retreated all the way inside my body. My dick was making friends with my fucking pancreas all thanks to Lyle.

"My...close friend Lyle has gone into business with me recently," said Nook. Something in his voice made me turn to look at him...he was blushing. Did he..? Yep. Tom Nook had a fucking huge boner under those grey slacks.

"Keep it down. If that's okay. Thanks. Lyle's got a hangover," smirked Lyle rudely. The slimy bastard had the audacity to wink at me. "Lyle drank a little too much of a certain substance last night. It's okay. Lyle's an adult. But I guess even us adults can lose it sometimes."

Lyle faced Nook and I detected a little awkwardness. "Hey Nook. We should have a little heart-to-heart. Just a brief chat. Nothing heavy. I'll wait until this nice boy's gone first."

I was furious enough to pretend not to notice that Tom Nook had pissed his pants. "Nice boy? Do you remember me? You sold insurance to my mother and bankrupted my fucking family. I had to move out here just to take the strain off my parents, and now you're here?!"

"Kid. I don't really give a fuck. Business is business," Lyle guffawed guffawingly. "You've got your reasons for moving. I've got my reasons for doing the things I do. The fact is I'm an honest tradesman with a living to make. And I'd appreciate it if you got on with your life so me and my buddy here can have a chat."

That was the fucking limit. "I'll be back later," I said to Nook, turning and making for the exit angayly. (That's a word I made up that means angry and gay, which I was.) "It looks like you guys have some talking to do."

Bi-curious my ass. Any idiot could see Tom Nook had big feelings for that scum. It was enough to turn a guy...yep, I was straight again. For FUCK'S sake. A single, heterosexual tear rolled down my cheek. "I can't believe I wanted to fuck you," I whispered dramatically as I slammed out the door.