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Villager: Ankha Friendship level: โ โ โ Personality: Snooty Species: Cat-girl โโโโโโ โฃ 3:08 video โฃ Oil and twerking โฃ 1000 word smut fanfiction โโโโโโ Rising with the sun, once again, you rub your bleary eyes. No good rest was to be had, and your dreams were filled with navy blue cat ears and flashes of gold thongs. You canโt help but feel a weird sort of guilt over the accidental peeping, and think about ways to make it right as you get dressed for the day. Walking outside, bug net in tow, the sun beats down on your back, an unusually warm day for early October. You take the normal path, grass worn down from pedestrians, and subconsciously your feet carry you to the yellow house with the purple door. Your face turns red with frustration at your subliminal decision. ๐โ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต. ๐โ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ข๐ท๐ฐ๐ณ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ตโ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ. "Well, good morning. Lovely to see you, ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ธ." You nearly jump out of your skin at Ankhaโs voice, noticing the cat girl staring you down blankly from a lounge chair. She leans forward, eye contact intensifying, and blinks slowly. โNot one for talking, are we?โ, she says in a drawn out voice. โThatโs okay, I'm glad to talk with you. Even this much, ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ธ.โ A small smile works its way onto your face at her newly shown soft side, and you relax a little. โSo, what did you want? Are you here to help me move in? Youโre a bit late for thatโ, she says, yawning. โIโm just taking a cat nap in the sun now, itโs unusually nice out for this time of year.โ You nod, and catch yourself admiring her white dress again. โThough I suppose,โ she continues as if reading your mind, โunless I want a bad tan line Iโll have to ditch the dressโ. Before you can even begin to think what a tan line would look like on her, Ankha pulls the dress over her head, careful to not knock the ornamental snake headband out of place. You feel your heart catch in your chest. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ. ๐๐ฐ๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ. โHey, ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ธ, while youโre here do you mind making yourself useful at least?โ. The smile falls from your face quickly, her rudeness catching you off guard. Her tail points like an arrow to a bottle of tanning oil on the ground, then promptly points back to her, as she flops stomach down on the lawn chair without saying anything else. You raise your eyebrows, wondering if that means what you think it does. Not wanting to get the wrong idea, you hesitate. โI thought you had better manners than thisโ, she snaps, cocking her head to study you with those pitch black eyes. Your feet move before your brain does, and before you know it the bottle of tanning oil is in your hand. Her eyes are closed now, tail flicking around erratically, seemingly annoyed. ๐๐ฌ๐ข๐บ. ๐โ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต. ๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฏ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ. Your guilt for the previous dayโs events trumps your nervousness, and you pour some oil in your palms. You move the viscous liquid around, making sure itโs not cold, and place your hands flat on the small of Ankhaโs back. You want to get this over as quickly as possible, your hands moving rapidly, and your brain dissociating away from any lewd thoughts. Your fingers trail down her spine mindlessly, suddenly and roughly catching resistance at the gold thong string, which snaps you back to reality. Ankhaโs tail stops twitching, becoming completely motionless, and one of her eyebrows juts up in surprise. You swallow roughly, expecting her to snap at you again. Instead, her voice catches you off guard. โKeep going. If I get burned itโs your fault.โ Now with permission you continue onto her ass with no hesitation, noticing how soft and malleable it is as you rub the oil into her cheeks. Ankha arches her back softly, her ass moving closer to your face as a result. Youโre entranced, seeing your own reflection in the gold thong. You rub the oil in with intensity now, giving the cat girl a full fledged massage. Youโre fully aware of the growing problem between your own legs, and try to will it away with no luck at all. Your face grows redder as you trail down her thighs, massaging them lightly, dipping your fingers between her legs to touch the gold fabric and test your limits. You hear Ankha let out a breath she seemed to be holding, and your fingers flinch back as if you touched a hot stove. โI didnโt say you could stopโ, she says in a deadpan voice. Before you can even begin to apologize, Ankha arches her back further, fully shoving her round ass into your face. Your chin is resting right between her ass cheeks and the gold thong makes contact with your lips. โSo... you donโt think I saw you staring me down yesterday?โ Read more