Gothabelle's Animal Crossing Dark (Patreon)

First voted story of the month. Folks may see that 4 of the 5 options were tied, with 2 guaranteed (usually more), so I guess I’ll see what’s easier to write in the moment.

As for this one, there was a major trend of artists drawing Gothabelle: Animal Crossing’s cheery secretary Isabelle going through a goth phase. Sometimes because the player hadn’t checked on their village. Sometimes because one of the goth villagers gave her a makeover. Sometimes just cuz. But she’s a real cutie with a foul mouth who’s a lot more likely to boss you around than give you friendly news and tips. Set it up as a potential sequel.

Oh, and I'm really proud about the names I use in the opening paragraph!

The rumors surrounding Nintendo’s new direction turned out to be true. On top of Pokegirl Snap, Peach Beach Volleyball, Stripping Mama, and the less creative Fire Emblem (Except They Fuck), they delivered on Animal Crossing Dark.

Just starting up the game brought up the usual cutesy letters dropping one by one to spell out the main title before the word “Dark” in deep red colors dropped in with a deep and dramatic drumbeat. The sunny sky turned to a deep and cloudy night, a bright crescent moon standing out. Some low and thumping music played with strobing lights from the village houses below the overhead view. It clearly set the mood for more adult and naughty gaming.

The villager stepped into the dark room, barely able to see himself. He was dressed in some simple shorts, a simple red shirt, and short, straight brown hair. A click pierced the darkness as a lacey standing lamp was turned on, illuminating the town secretary Isabelle at her desk.

The desk itself was a mess. The paperwork was crammed into one corner in a few piles, making room for a tablet, books, a few empty bottles and snack boxes, lots of dark makeup, and Isabelle’s propped up feet. It was clear this was no longer the bubbly and helpful cutie fans remembered.

Isabelle herself was playing on her Switch, not even bothering to look up at the villager for a few more seconds as she kept playing through the thrashing metal music and visceral carnage of a Doom game. The fur that acted as her hair was dyed deep blacks and purples with several earrings punched into the dog girl’s ears. Black lipstick and eyeliner matched her black tank top, skirt and fishnet lettings leading down to some short black boots. A hairband decorated with a skull topped off her head to really press the point home.

“Oh. It’s you. The new guy,” the moody secretary scoffed when she finally glanced up at him.

She sighed theatrically and kicked back from the desk, setting her paused game down with a pointedly firm press.

“Making me do my damn job,” she grumbled. “Why do you humans have to be so damn active… alright! Let’s get this over with so I can get paid. Welcome to the island.”

She droned the greeting out to remove any real warmth from it.

“Usually we let you guys name it, but you took your damn time so we’re already calling it Gothville. Deal with it. You got a name, punk?”

“It’s Red,” he replied sheepishly, not wanting to annoy the already moody girl.

“Great. Good to meet you, punk,” she replied with the same lack of enthusiasm. Now let’s keep this thing moving.”

Isabelle slid out of her chair and grabbed a clipboard, pulling the lamp’s chain again to light up the rest of the room. She walked up to the villager, easily a foot shorter than he was. She still stepped so that her surprisingly plump breasts (especially compared to her earlier character model) bumped into his chest. She glared straight upward to meet his eye.

“That means move,” she sneered, curling her purple-black lip at Red.

The human blushed as he stepped aside, letting her braless boobs bounce back into place as he made way. She gave him an irked raise of her eyebrow, flashing a sheet of black mascara at him before she stepped outside ahead of him.

Much like in the intro, the town seemed settled into a perpetual night. Isabelle walked ahead of Red, her short leather skirt swaying as her tail swung with it. Its gentle curl kept flicking up her skirt to show the elaborate lace black panties beneath her clothes, keeping the taller human’s gaze fixated on her wide behind as she spoke.

“We can get you set up with a basic house no problem. You can come to me for most of the official stuff because our fuck of a mayor’s usually off visiting other islands. There’s Dark Secrets down by the coast, and they sell your basic tools plus some clothes and decorations. Owner’s a bit of a creep, but she’s got good prices for a panda stalker. We could really use a Goth Topic to move in if we could get some business going.

“There’s the woods, but they’re pretty haunted so best not to go that far out anytime soon. Oh, and there’s the bar that serves some alright drinks. Especially if you can talk the bartender into some free samples.”

Isabelle chuckled knowingly as she stopped in an open area.

“But that’s about it so far. Need you to sign here and we can get you going.”

She handed Red her clipboard, showing some basic info on the island. It included a tiny, vague map and three profile pictures of fellow villagers at the bottom; a scowling pink rhino girl, a heavily pierced bat, and a punky red and black dog. A blinking icon in the corner offered to “Shuffle” rather than having to reset, but it seemed as good as anything else. Red signed at the bottom and handed it back.

“Great, great. Here’s as good a place as any,” Isabelle droned. She took something from her pocket and flung it over her shoulder. Wherever it landed, there was a puff of smoke and a small, basic house appeared.

“So normally we’d need you to pay 200 churchbells and take a 3 day waiting period for approval,” she added, making the human wince.

“But that’d leave your ass out in the cold and mean more paperwork for me. But you can get past all that with recommendation from a resident. Sooo…”

Isabelle nudged open the door to the house.

“How about you do me a favor and we’ll make this easier on the both of us?”

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The interior was nothing remarkable. Wooden floors, a bed, a bathroom and a wardrobe made up the entire place. All of it red and black, of course, in keeping with the rest of the island.

“Here. Put this on,” Isabelle demanded.

She dug into her cleavage and tossed a black, studded collar into Red’s hands. He hesitantly equipped it and fastened it comfortably around his neck. He wasn’t sure what else she expected until she produced a leash to go with it, clasping it around the latch on his neck.

“Now bark, bitch,” she said with a disgusted sneer.

Isabelle sat on Red’s new bed and pulled roughly on his leash. It made him stumble to the floor, landing on all fours in front of her fuzzy little paws. The gothic secretary crossed her chubby legs as she glared down at him.

“Bark bark,” he squeaked out. He was excited by the offer, and even the less horny part of his brain didn’t want to risk upsetting the woman in charge of his citizenship. She eyed him with her grim stare as she kicked off her thick boots.

“Dumb humans,” Isabelle sniffed with an amused smirk. She mashed one of her feet into his face while pulling on the leash.

“Now lick, you stupid little slut. Earn those bells”

Red’s eyes widened as he started lapping on her bare sole and between her toes beneath the fishnet leggings. He did his best to worship her like she clearly expected. The dog girl’s feet were surprisingly clean for a creature that normally went barefoot, but the degradation was still there. Isabelle drew her foot away from his face just to roll over, laying on her stomach as she raised one of her feet to his face again. This time it came with the added bonus of letting him look right up her skirt, her tail lifting it up to show just how deeply her black lace underwear went up between the thick ass cheeks of a professional sitter.

Red didn’t need further instructions. He held her leg and licked her foot clean again while he rubbed along the other. The strict secretary let out a soft hum now and then, indicating he might be doing a good enough job. Her tail starting to wag was a much clearer giveaway of her enjoyment.

“Not bad. You’ve got this submissive loser thing down in record time,” she complained teasingly.

“I know who to look for next time I need degrading work done for a few churchbells.”

Isabelle gave a sharp tug on the leash over her shoulder. It forced Red to stumble closer as his face was plunged beneath her skirt, burying his nose between her cheeks.

“Panties. Off,” she ordered impatiently.

Red breathed heavily as the vaguely warm and sweaty ass flooded his vision and his nostrils. He moves his hands up her legs and into her booty, squeezing the fluffy, meaty cheeks just to savor them for a moment. She allowed it for a moment before giving a stern growl and Red promptly hooked his fingers around her panties. He slid them down as he reluctantly withdrew, holding them up to her for approval as he knelt in front of her.

“What a good boy. You can follow basic instructions,” she sneered in mock-praise. The moody secretary threw the length of leash into Red’s hands as she lifted her tank top off over her head. Her floppy ears dropped back down, just like her wide and juicy tits with their plump, pierced nipples.

“Now come get your treat,” she teased, curling her black lips into a smirk as she cupped and jiggled her boobs.

As much as it played right into her mockery, Red set his leash on the bed and climbed in after her. He gladly pressed his face to one of her breasts, kissing and licking the hardening nipple. Isabelle gave a snorting laugh as he drooled over her chest. She cupped them together to mash them around his face, lightly smothering him like she had done with her ass.

“Dumb little bitch,” she scoffed as Red remained on all fours in front fo her. She slid her leg down beneath him, the shorter dog still able to plant her foot against his crotch. She rubbed her freshly cleaned paw over his raging hardon through his shorts, making him groan around his mouthful of thin-furred tit.

“How pathetic can you get? You’re seriously getting off to acting this low? Whoring your way into my town make you hard, you big lug?” Isabelle demanded.

Red gulped and nodded out of any better ideas. Her teasing his cock was making him even more uncertain of what else to do besides obey the pushy goth dog.

“Perfect. Go ahead and unequip those clothes. Let’s make your new house nice and official by breaking in this bed.”

The pup sat back at the head of the bed, leaning back on his headboard. Red wasn’t sure if it was on purpose but it left her pussy resting right on his only pillow. It was going to smell like her for who knew how long, and the idea only excited him more to know she’d just forced her way into his everyday life.

He did as she asked and stripped down on the bed. Isabelle didn’t comment on it, but the wicked gleam in her eye was apparent as she stared him down. She spread her legs and smiled slightly as she relished the control she had over him rather than taking orders in her usual position. Her skirt rose to the point of being completely useless as she parted her chubby thighs and rubbed her pussy. She started groping her tits with her free hand, casually masturbating while spurring on Red’s raging libido.

He got naked as fast as he could before shuffling closer on his knees. He went to kiss the plump black lips when Isabelle pressed her hand into his chest, stopping him short.

“Ah ah. Hold it,” she instructed calmly.

Red swallowed hard. Her fingers were still warm and vaguely damp from playing with her pussy, sticking slightly to his chest. She leaned closer to him as she bent over, running a paw over his balls as she closely inspected his cock. Her warm breath made it twitch as he mewled softly.

Isabelle finally shrugged. She pressed her lips against the base of his cock’s head, wrapping her mouth around it and noisily suckling. Red moaned and shuddered as her paw kept holding him steady. She finally pulled back, her saliva running down the front of his dick and a sticky ring of black lipstick stuck around his shaft.

“Eh. Good enough,” she stated flatly.

She laid back and made a small spiraling gesture as she held up her legs.

“Go ahead,” she sighed like she was tolerating the human rather than ordering him around.

Red was so desperate that it was good enough for him. He mounted the shorter goth girl and stuffed his marked cock under her skirt. He grabbed her thick hips and pulled her towards him to push inside her warm, tight pussy. Isabelle gave a small yip of surprise as her dark eyes widened, but her legs squeezed together around his hips as best they could. The curvy but petite goth gave him a bitter look as if annoyed that she was enjoying it more than she was expecting.

“Harder than that, you big pussy,” she demanded, even as her pudgy little body bounced along with his humping. Her thick ass and thighs clapped softly against his hips whenever she came wobbling back into him.

At first the dismissive dog was content to let Red ride her. He gave a slight tug with her thighs to pull him in deeper, keeping the full length of his cock sliding along her clit. She gave impatient little grunts when he’d moan and stay hilted inside her, making her bump her hips more aggressively into him to bounce him back into her desired rhythm.

Before too long, she didn’t even trust him with that. She grabbed him by the collar and pulled Red closer, mashing her lips into him for an almost hateful kiss. Her waxy lips smeared over his as her short but strong tongue wrapped around his. She took control of their pace as she finally seemed motivated to slam her thick hips upward, ramming into his cock to take it deep with every thrust.

Isabelle pulled back from the kiss, leaving the haunting taste of her lipstick on Red’s mouth.

“Now don’t move,” she ordered sternly as she tightened her grip on his collar.

The kiss had just been an excuse to lure him in closer and take his cock at just the right angle. Her doggy hips pumped him like a jackhammer, making him give it to her deep and hard. His chest rubbed up against her fat, fluffy tits as her tender, pierced nipples lightly poked him throughout their aggressive lovemaking. Plowing her plump and thin-furred body made it feel like he was fucking an especially curvy pillow. Her floppy ears and piercings bobbed in front of him hypnotically as her dyed fur swayed in its own dark patterns.

Her hard-pumping hips and the overwhelming display had him cumming right away. He gasped and leaned into her hard, one hand braced on her juicy fuzz balls of tits and the other groping her hips, feeling her tail wiggling against his fingers. The slick insides of her pussy only grew warmer and wetter as he shot a thick, eager load inside her. Red groaned and shuddered, joining her in a few simultaneous humps before he crumbled on top of her.

“That was… mmf,” Red groaned as his twitching cock spurted a few last globs into her tight slit.

Isabelle gave a loud sigh as she rolled her eyes.

“Did I say I was done?” she demanded as she glared up at the human. She shoved him back by the collar, giving an annoyed scowl.

“I guess that’s what I get for buying you off for so cheap,” Isabelle grumbled.

She fussed over her ears and hair briefly while not even bothering with the trickle of cum starting to run down her leg fur. Red blushed intensely at the mix of her degrading talk and the recent orgasm making his heart and mind race.

“Sorry… I can get ready for another…”

“Don’t bother,” Isabelle scoffed as she pulled her top back on. “I’ve got a vibrator that doesn’t talk back at the office. I can finish it myself. And people call me a horndog…”

She finished redressing and picked up her clipboard. She stamped a couple things and tossed a sheet of paper at Red.

“There. Welcome to the village I guess. It’s just you, Tiffany, Muffy and Cherry, so try and get to know the neighbors. Or not. I don’t give a shit. Maybe if you stir up some business, we can get some real businesses to move in. Til then… I guess I know who to call on when I need some humiliating shit jobs like a real slut.”

“O...okay. Thanks for all the help,” Red replied sheepishly. Even he couldn’t deny just how hard he was crushing on the pushy pup.

“Mhm,” Isabelle muttered. She flipped him off as she opened the door and left him behind. Red was all set to start his new life on the emo island, which he was confident that Isabelle would work to make as hellish as possible.