Gothabelle 2: Brooding on the Beach (Patreon)

Not sure what got me back on this one, but I’d started a while back and felt like wrapping it up. Maybe I just felt like writing some moody shit talk, but I’d mentioned the extra goth villagers being present before thinking of bringing in another goth animalgirl to join them. I had a Muffy in my last village, actually. Even got her to nickname my villager “goth gf.”

I think Gothabelle’s a lot hornier than she lets on, but doesn’t like to show anything around the new player/villager. There’s a lot of great art out there from googling Gothabelle, so it’s easy to find inspiration if I’m ever in the mood.

Over the last few weeks, Red had just started getting settled into Gothville. He wandered around the dark and gloomy island, getting the hang of Animal Crossing Dark. There were still bugs and fish to catch, but they were all ghosts or skeletons or something weird like that. He had gathered a gargoyle fly and turned in his latest collection at the museum. The snooty Professor Fawkes had her usual disinterested comments while taking his donation.

“The only thing interesting about you is your donations. It almost makes seeing you worth the trouble,” the slender fox in just a lab coat conceded.

She slid the bug into a case with the tomb spider and the shadow beetle before there was a beeping coming from her coat. Fawkes took her cellphone from her pocket and adjusted her glasses as she studied it.

“Well well. It looks like someone’s actually cared enough to notice your hard work.”

The fox flipped around her phone to show him a brightly colored wall of text in an email. Some other human’s face smiled and flashed a thumbs up as the signature at the bottom.

“We appreciate your donations of weird fish and gross bugs! Despite not being in town much, I’d like to bestow upon a great honor and responsibility! You have done so much for our cozy/spooky little village that we’d like you to pick out our next town project! Stop by city hall and let the secretary know what you’re thinking!

Your handsome mayor.”

Red blinked at it a moment before Fawkes took back her phone.

“All the more reason to get out of my sight. Go talk to Isabelle if you don’t have any more donations.”

The cold fox went back to typing at her computer as usual. The short and brown-haired villager

left the museum and paused in his tracks. He had been variously running errands by Isabelle’s commands or avoiding her to keep from annoying the moody dog girl for the entire time he’d been in Gothville, and being asked to go ask her for something felt more like a curse than a gift.

He sucked in a deep breath and bolstered his courage. She would always find a reason to bitch at him or boss him around, and that was assuming he didn’t end up being bullied, teased or just plain grabbed by one of his slightly less moody neighbors. Tiffany had asked him to come help her move some furniture, and the pale gothy rabbit ended up using him as a seat and footstool until she got comfortable. The punky red dog Cherry wanted his opinion on her entire wardrobe, from her “I hate hugs” t-shirt (with nothing on underneath) to her tightest lingerie imaginable before kicking him out. And the round and fluffy sheep Muffy had rambled on about her plan to try and summon a succubus before asking him for blood and semen samples.

“Gothabelle” was at least an evil he knew what to expect. He went and knocked on the door to her office… and got nothing. He knocked again before he caught the flicker of movement below his fist. She had left a note on the door, but the fact that it was in red ink on a blast post-it didn’t make it especially visible at a glance.

“At beach,” it explained bluntly.

It sure didn’t sound like her, and it was a late night so he had trouble imagining why she would be out. There was never a lot of logic to her and no reason to argue with her, so he sucked it up and struck out to find her.

Despite the town being in almost constant moonlight, Isabelle sat on her stomach across a towel on the beach. She was in a pitch black bikini, of course, her thick, yellow-brown behind sticking up in the air with her stubby tail barely moving above it. Even if not for her curves, it was easy to spot her by her dyed purple-black hair tied back behind her head and fluffy, pierced ears. Her top was clearly unclasped, unfolded beneath her as her otherwise uncovered breasts squashed out beneath her chubby little figure. She was wearing sunglasses despite the late night and browsing her phone, casually disliking most of the posts she saw.

Whether she heard his footsteps or saw his reflection, Isabelle groaned and rolled her eyes. She sat up and turned to face him, half-heartedly holding her bikini top in place with one arm as she scowled at him.

“Ugh. It’s you again,” she grunted.

Red tensed up and felt his erection pop up like an obedient puppy at the dog girl’s glower and annoyed droning voice.

“What do you want, loser?”

“Well, I didn’t want to interrupt your break,” Red rambled meekly.

“I’m not on break. I’m on the clock,” the nearly topless secretary frowned as she lowered her sunglasses.

“Now what do you WANT?”

Red hastily took out his phone and brought up his own copy of the email. She rolled her eyes again, this time with a sarcastic snort.

“I read enough for my job. Spit it out already.”

“It says the mayor wants me to pick a new project for the town!”

Isabelle quirked a curious eyebrow at that. “Oh yea? About time. Like what?”

“He gave me a list of all these things and I was thinking… we should open a Brooders restaurant. Someplace decent to eat with…”

“No.”

“Huh?”

“I said no,” Isabelle repeated more sternly. “Their food sucks. Do something less stupid.”

Getting cold stopped by the secretary, Red saw he wasn’t going to get anywhere without her approval. He looked back at the list.

“Uh… there’s a bus station. We can get visitors that we can pick neighbors from…”

“Nah, buses stink. Too crowded and I don’t go anywhere interesting with all the work I have to do. Next.”

“Er… installing a Goth Topic clothes store?”

“Great choice, sir!” Isabelle replied brightly.

She let her bikini drop to mess with her phone, exposing her plump tits and pierced nipples.

“I’ll get it going right away. You can even pick out where the location will be.”

Red blushed as she ignored her nudity to put in the order. At least he’d have ANY actual input on his “choice.” Isabelle turned her phone back to face him with a digital map of Gothville on the screen.

“Just touch wherever you want,” she instructed.

Red’s heart started to race and time seemed to slow down. The setup that came with that line was too tempting and he sweated over the offer to touch anything while her big pierced boobs bounced around in front of him just beyond her phone. His sharking hand reached closer until Isabelle swept the phone away from him. Her other hand snapped up to catch Red by the wrist.

“I knew it! Just a dirty fuckin’ perv and still a big enough pussy not to act on it unless you’ve got a cheap excuse. Just like the mayor, tryin’ to dump the responsibility one somebody else.”

Gothabelle pulled on Red’s wrist, making him stumble forward. He tripped over the sand and fell over onto her towel. He tried to hurry back up but the moody dog thrust her fluffy ass into his face, planting her warmed bikini bottom and tail over his nose and mouth.

“You should be glad I’m doing you this request for you. I had a lot of doing nothing planned for today, then YOU came in to make me do my damn job.”

Gothabelle bounced her thicc, fuzzy ass roughly on Red’s face, smacking him repeatedly in the face with her pillowy buns. She did it as heavily as she could, even if the pinned human was blushing and much more aroused than he was hurt by the position. The fluffy cheeks squashed down over his face and he moaned lowly in between them.

“Oh my god. Are you seriously liking this?” Gothabelle sneered.

She flicked a finger at Red’s crotch, hitting the erection bulging through his shorts.

“You’re such a fucking loser. You really get your tiny rocks off on me chewing you out for being such a stupid little bitch and a pain in my perfect ass!? It makes sense that you’re a better seat cushion than you are a villager. At least this way you’re actually contributing anything rather than running around with your limp little dick in your hand.”

Red gave some muffled argument, not that he could be heard past her thick cheeks. Gothabelle berated him as she nudged at his cock with her paw before suddenly perking up. She heard the voice before Red did, but she didn’t have a raging hardon and somebody sitting on her head.

“Oh hey, Muffy. Sup?” Gothabelle replied more clearly.

“Hey, bitch~! I didn’t know you liked the beach,” the sleepy, listless voice answered.

The gothic sheep walked up to her, and Red got a brief look at the curvy sheep. She was chubbier and bustier than Gothabelle, if a little taller. Curly purple horns curled back from her dolled up face, painted with heavy black makeup on her pale skin. Thick eyeliner and long eyelashes fluttered as she glanced down at Red, her little black lips curling into a smirk. Black and purple puffy hair hung long down to her hips as she approached in her mix of black lace and mesh fishnets covering her from her choker to her thigh high leggings. She carried a black parasol over her head despite the usual gloomy weather around the island.

“With the right company, I guess it’s ok,” Gothabelle grunted.

Her short tail wagged briefly, slapping Red across the face a couple times in the process.

“Mostly I was just trying to get away from work. Have some actual fun for once. Then this dork came looking for me.”

“Wowww. Talk about needy. But that does sound fun,” the frillier goth chimed curiously.

“Mind if I join you? He looks extra cute and pathetic right now.”

“Sure. Help yourself. He owes me big for doing a favor for him and getting out town a new Goth Topic,” Gothabelle said with a shrug.

The topless dog got out her phone again, wrapping her legs back around Red’s head. They squeezed together, which in turn buried her face deeper into her ass. His heavy breathing made his mouth hang open, breathing in her musk that seemed to be a constant mix of her pussy, black leather and cheap makeup. He couldn’t help but let his tongue hang out, running along underneath her mound. Her tail perked up a bit but the goth secretary expertly hid any other facial response.

Muffy snatched and pulled down Red’s shorts, quickly breaking into a giggle as she exposed his cock.

“Well well. I see the new villager lives up to the gossip,” the sheep girl purred.

“Yea, duh. Who do you think started those rumors?” Gothabelle scoffed.

Muffy seemed to ignore her and leaned over Red’s lap. Her soft belly and hanging breasts pushed down on his legs as she caught the tip of his dick between her lips. The waxy feeling of her heavily painted lips squeezed around his cock and Gothabelle could feel Red shudder and moan beneath her. She shot a quick, short punch into his gut to make him sit still again.

“Hold still, you squirmy little shit! You almost made me autocorrect ‘fuck’ to ‘forget.’ Stupid-ass Nook phones…”

“I think it’s cute~,” Muffy cooed as she ran her tongue over his cock, rubbing it over where she’d left a thick black ring of her lipstick.

Red’s marked cock twitched and leaked a fresh dose of precum to trail out over her waiting tongue. She gothic sheep girl slurped it up and planted a few more calm and lazy kisses along his dick, branding it with tiny black imprints of her puckered lips. She finally giggled as she pulled down the top of her interconnected outfit, sliding the fishnets aside so she could slip his dick inside. She nestled it neatly between the fat, pale tits, cradled nicely as the thick flesh oozed together to try and fill in the space around his erection.

“How’s that? Is that enough of a reward for our local busybody?” Muffy cooed teasingly.

She shifted her shoulders back and forth, just enough to get her tits wobbling up and down. Red moaned loudly and struggled to stay still under Gothabelle’s orders/ass, but his hips still bucked against Muffy’s tits. Her boobs would bounce up before flopping back down, clapping meatily against his thighs and balls.

“Oh he’s a humpy little fellah. I didn’t know humans went into heat,” Muffy went on teasing happily.

“I really gotta try him out.”

“Go for it. Wanna do a quick raid in Emo Go while you’re here?” Gothabelle permitted casually.

She leaned back further, pressing down on Red’s face until he was completely buried by her ass. Her thick cheeks left shallow imprints in the sand while her hips tilted just enough to grind her pussy over his mouth. His panting and helpless licking rubbed over the wet spot on the otherwise indifferent secretary’s bikini bottoms.

Muffy had slid his dick out of her cum-slick cleavage and straddled his lap. Her warm and chubby thighs hugged around his hips as she tugged at an assortment of clasps and belts until she could toss off the skirt of her complicated garment. She could finally press her wet, sheared pussy down on Red’s dick and nestle it between her pussy lips.

“Ooh~! He’s a tight fit, now isn’t he?” Muffy cooed as she pressed her hips in to press him in deeper.

“Yea, kinda. What’s your meetup code again?” Gothabelle asked dismissively.

The pair of thick goths went on chatting amongst themselves as they played their game, all while riding Red like he was the local bus. Gothabelle paused to pull at her bikini bottoms as if he had a wedgie, but made sure to pull them aside enough that her bare, fluffy pussy mashed into Red’s mouth. His tongue submissively wedged itself inside her while Muffy’s plump thighs and ass slapped against him, her belly and breasts bobbing to add a little more weight behind her rough grinding.

Red couldn’t do a thing but lay back and be buried in goth booty besides hump lightly, not that he was able to budge Muffy from her perch. The two girls traded knowing smirks from outside his line of sight, reveling in their mocking of their victim while they fucked him on both ends. They tapped away at their phones to add insult to intimacy while they lightly bounced on him, smacking him around with their hips and grinding their wet pussies on his tongue and cock.

“Mmm~! Ooh wow,” Muffy cooed in her ditzy, lusty daze.

“Oh don’t tell me you like this dumbass,” Gothabelle scolded.

“This lazy shrimpy normie fuck isn’t worth the bells he must normally pay for pussy around here. You can do way better than some big dumb human dick, Muff, so at least don’t encourage him by moaning about it.”

Muffy bit her lip, grinning at Gothabelle’s moody rant. She took a few short, sharp breaths, twitching as Red’s cock kept pumping up into the plump girl’s dick. Gothabelle rolled her eyes.

“Whatever it takes to keep your mouth shut,” the secretary grumbled before leaning in.

She took the sheep by her horn and pulled her into a deep kiss. The girls moaned softly into each other’s mouths, even if they were still tapping to keep their game going in their free hands. Their plump and fluffy tits mashed together, grinding their pierced nipples into each other. It came with a mix of soft flesh slapping together and clacking piercings bumping into each other repeatedly. Muffy’s studded tongue slid into Gothabelle’s mouth, sliding the slick bit of metal over her lips as their dark lipstick smudged and blended together. Drool spilled out past their interlocked lips, trailing spittle over their merging breasts. Some still trickled down over Red’s stomach and chest laying between them.

Their messy makeout session seemed to turn them on more than Red’s eating out or even his deep dicking into his black sheep neighbor. It was only once they were heavily sucking on each other’s tongues that they shivered and came. Muffy squealed gleefully while Gothabelle just gave a curt, sudden grunt as they squirted messily over him.

Muffy leaned in deeper, resting her soft warm belly on Red’s as she gushed her warm cream over his cock. It was a thick enough mess that she barely noticed when the human spurted his own seed inside her. Her pussy clenched around him, twitching rapidly and milking his dick. Gothabelle just ground roughly, smearing her creamy fur over his nose and mouth to mark him with her pussy juice. His tongue curled and rubbed desperately, huffing for air but only drinking in the horny goth musk.

“Annnnd raid’s done. Good shit.”

Gothabelle sighed contentedly as she leaned away from the kiss, wiping Muffy’s spit from her lips. She tapped a few more times to wrap up and close her game as she sat back up, tugging on her bikini to adjust it over her crotch. It left Red flopped out on the beach as the girls casually redressed.

“Lucky I don’t charge you for the pityfuck,” Gothabelle huffed.

“Oh it wasn’t that bad. He was kind of cute in that funny little human way. He might even get good at it with some practice,” Muffy giggled in her backhanded compliment.

“Oh don’t encourage him,” the secretary scoffed.

“I’d say don’t bother me at work, but then you’d just creep on me at home instead. So next time at least try to not be a pussy about it and get it over with quicker. I’m sure that coming and going quick isn’t any trouble for you, dork.”

Gothabelle snickered and went right back to her phone.

“But thanks for the new shop. Maybe we’ll get a new villager moving in now that we’ve got some businesses going… maybe a cute bat girl… or somebody who actually knows how to fuck us properly for once.”

The goths went off giggling and gossiping, leaving Red collapsed and leaking the last of his cum out on the sand. He looked up at the gloomy sky and felt his heart racing, crushing hard from the bittersweet treatment he always seemed to get whenever he ran into the moody secretary.