Scene ¼: The Squirrel Assassin


The night air was cool and crisp, and stars twinkled in the cloudless sky overhead. In the valley where the Nook-lovers slept, white tents sprang up over the field. They were ordered in little mini-camps of four, with a trash can fire in the center of each. Painted on each blue can was the face of their leader. Tom Nook. They tried desperately to hang on to some semblance of civilization in honor of that greedy brown raccoon.


Tonight, the tanuki would die.


On the cliff side facing the tents, wearing only red fur paint in an intricate design, was Isabelle. Her hair blew in the wind, and her golden fur was cloaked in darkness. Her warriors nestled in the trees and bushes nearby, only one other visible.


"How nice of them to build their own coffins." The bright yellow shih tzu spoke, reapplying her war makeup.  Behind her, a hedgehog with blue quills draws back her bow, taking aim at the guard posted outside.


"I don't know why they thought that just because Raymond's got glasses, he can see better or something. Say the word, my lady, and I can drop him." Mabel grunts, filled with confidence. Her fingers quiver, but her eye is trained on her target. 


Isabelle sticks a finger up into the wind, waits for a second, then nods. The arrow is loosed.


Below them, an unsuspecting naked cat boy with gray fur and a hood holds a lantern aloft, focusing his gaze on two more lanterns just like it in the distance. He seemed like he really didn't want to be here, and kept constantly looking back into the camp, muttering to himself.


"It's quiet tonight… Like, too quiet, Crisp."


He whirls around as he hears something. Like, a 'twang' noise. His eyes focus on the cliff, and he sees something… flying at him? Is it a bird? It has feathers. 


The cat, whose name was Raymond, widens his eyes as the arrow sinks itself into his forehead with a "Scchunk!" Noise only audible to him. But for him, it was loud enough to drown out all his thoughts in an instant. His body goes limp from the top down as he stumbled back, dropping the lantern in such a way that it fully illuminates his puffy, naked sheath from below. He then catches himself, lifting an arm with a limp paw as if reaching out for something. His glasses clatter to the ground, and he follows shortly thereafter, landing face first with his eyes half-lidded. His feet kinda launch up into the air from the recoil when his body flumps to the floor, landing face-up on the pavement and spread apart.


Isabelle licks her lips as she watches his corpse twitch a few times. They had until the morning before anyone would care they were gone.


"Marshal. Rover. You're up." Came the next command.


Rising from the treeline, a series of red balloons using present boxes as anchor weights is tied to the arms and legs of a yellow squirrel. Slowly, he rises off the ground, not saying a word. He almost goes the wrong way, but he comically air-swims forward to get the balloons to go the right direction.


Marshal slowly hovers over one of the larger tents in the back, where a Kid Cat is patrolling in circles. His white fur was almost glistening in the flickering firelight, and despite being called 'Kid', he was probably about 23 now. He just liked kid's toys like football helmets and red race cars. His presence here meant there was someone important inside. Most tents didn't have guards, and the ones that did were likely high marks to Isabelle. To the Great Reset.


"Bombs away, Sulky." The squirrel chirps, dropping one of the presents attached to his arm, waiting for about five seconds, then skydiving from a position right above the feline.


In Kid Cat's vision, all he saw was a white box with red gift wrapping fall from the sky. A couple of pretty gems fell out, which twinkled in his eyes.


"Whoa! Crime doesn't pay, so I must be doing SOMETHING right. Psst~ Anyone want these~?" He teases, talking to himself as he bends down to palm the gems, only to feel the force of the full body weight of a tan-furred petite femboy squirrel on his back. He drops to the ground with an 'oof!', dropping his dagger. His strength was impressive, as he almost immediately reared back, lifting up Marshal as they both tried to recover, but there was one key difference: 


Marshal DIDN'T drop his daggers.


Kid Cat opens his mouth to scream 'PSST~ HELP! INVADER!", But all that comes out is "HE-ah-hah~ ahnn…" As cold steel is driven between his eyes. His words become a slur, and his attempt to get up turns into a soft slump with his head against the present. You can tell he's still alive, still trying to get up, because his other hand still lightly drags along the ground. He manages to get onto his side in a half-crawl forwards, before Marshal uses his foot to turn the feline onto his back with a light kick. 


Marshal drives his foot through Kid Cat's gut, keeping him in place and taking a piece of paper out of the box. A list of names. A map on the back. Kid Cat reaches up and lightly taps on Marshal's ankle, grabbing onto it. It's unclear whether he's conscious, his mouth is hanging open and he's making weak little whimpers. He stares up at Marshal's sheath, at the foot rising up above his head, and his tongue… instinctually hangs from his mouth? Marshal wipes his foot on it and then presses it into the dagger still sticking from the feline's forehead, watching the cat's sheath sprout forth an erection.


"No." Marshal quietly whispers, pushing the dagger in further with a soft stomp. Kid Cat's eyes cross, and the gem in his limp hand slips from his fingers. His whole body convulses one last time, and he sighs with relief, his eyes closing slightly, but not nearly all the way.


Marshal collects himself and puts the paper away, picking up the corpse by the ankles and dragging him to a nearby hut with a plus sign on either side of it, positioning the body to stand upright. He takes his dagger back and then kicks the tent, dropping Kid Cat's body so his corpse falls dramatically in the entrance of the nurse's tent.


"Kid Cat? Something's wrong with you, indeedaroo…! Don't worry, I'm the best doctor there is, indeedaroo."


A sheep with light pink fur pads outside to assess the damage, bending over Kid Cat's corpse. His eyes widen when he sees the gash. He gasps and steps back, his hands coated in blood, right into Marshal's loving chokehold.


"Shh. It's okay, Sulky. Don't fight back. You can make it out of this."


"Marshal? But you're with-"


"Just tell me what I wanna know, and I'll let you go. See? If we put a little red circle on your forehead, Isabelle will pass over you. It's not too late, doc. You never know when you'll get this chance again, Sulky."


The sheep was reaching for his dagger, but upon hearing this, he stops. The two of them share a pause, squirrel to sheep, their naked bodies rubbing against each other. Marshal's red war paint and Dom's blue. Just listening to each other's breaths in the dim campfire.


"Okay… indeedaroo. Okay. I'm just a medic."


"You know what the Nooks are planning?" 


"I've been getting a lot of checkups recently, I know that. I think they're upping the training, indeedaroo. I wouldn't want to be one of you Bells right now…"


"Don't worry. We'll keep you hidden until the fight is over."


"Oh! One more thing. I heard talk of people trying to get off the mainland. Something about a… Happy Home… Paradise?"


"A new base offshore for Nook to run and hide in while you do all the grunt work. Tch."


"C- can I go now, Indeedaroo?"


"Sure thing, Sulky. When you wake up, you'll be in a better place." Marshal says, lying through his squirrelly teeth. Mostly.


As soon as Marshal lets go, both Dom and Marshal swing their heads for a headbutt. They both end up smacking their skulls together awkwardly, and reeling back from the impact. 


Once again, Marshal is the lucky one. He just stumbles back a bit, dazed. Dom, on the other hand, trips over Kid Cat's corpse, which… is still there. Marshal recovers while Dom is falling and pounces, making a body pile and wrapping his fingers around the pink sheep's throat.


"Sleep, sheep, Sulky!" Marshal aggressively whispers, and Dom's eyes fly open as he gasps and gurgles. Marshal's arms quiver from the force he's crushing that throat with, and all Dom can say is "aaghk- gghk- gglgk-" as he tries to find his footing.


Beneath the two of them, Kid Cat's body twists and jiggles like a plush waterbed. Dom kicks into the feline's feet, causing them to twitch and splay out as Marshal kneels over Dom's stomach. The squirrel assassin's eyes are fierce and passionate as he merely powers through Dom's swipes, knowing exactly where to pinch to put him out quick. Dom knew too, and tried everything to stop it.


The sheep grabs for his knife and plunges it into Marshal's side. He headbutts him away and punches and kicks, beating the squirrel senseless before standing on his face and smothering him with a fluffy three-toed foot. He laughs triumphantly!


"Hhgh- khh- hehe- hhgh- nngh…" Were Dom's final utterances. Kinda sounded like laughter. He must have been having a good dream before he got choked out. His body slumps against Kid Cat's and begins twitching. Even while unconscious, he has one eye open, just rolled back into it's socket, the other clenched tightly because of Marshal's grip on those key arteries.


While the body beneath the squirrel is convulsing, a whisper comes from the trees behind the doctor's tent.


"Psst! Bells, Bells!" Came the loud whisper.


"Bells- ngh- bells…! Stop squirming, you 'nuki nut-kisser…!" Was Marshal's reply. Dom replied too, by arching his back and bucking his hips like he's trying to fuck the squirrel sniffing him. No sound escaped his blue lips, though. Looked good matching his blue paint.


"I brought the cart! We got a Rosie and two Reeces! And of course, the Raymond from the gate. Are you done?" The voice came from a deer with deep blue fur, who was pulling a wooden cart full of corpses all by himself along the edge of the forest. His name was Bam, the strongman of Isabelle's squad. Unfortunately, this mission called for finesse, so he was stuck pulling the cart. Not that he complained, he loved rubbing up on the deads afterwards… and lifting their corpses to train himself.


"I took out the doctor in this area, Sulky. Looks like he's just about limp…"


"Lemme see." Bam said, moving beside Marshal and covering Dom's face with his foot. He waited for a few seconds, and felt a soft exhale. The sheep's last exhale. His whole body sagged after that, his toes uncurling and lying still. 


"Yeah, he's done. I'll carry them on. You finish the mission. I saw the outline of a Sable in that tent there. You might get some info from her."


"On my way. When you hear the toll…"


"It Isabelle." They said. A code between them, to tell who was friend and who was foe. Marshal was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving Bam with the bodies. He tossed Dom over his shoulder and flopped the sheep stop a Reece, an alpaca with deep pink fur. This one had a spear hole in between her tits that Dom's face fit perfectly between. Kid Cat got to snuggle up to Raymond, since they both had holes in their heads. Bam pressed the two feline's feet together and begin licking Kid Cat's soles while he rubbed his sheath against Raymond's. Neither of the feline's objected to Bam and his moaning, as he envisioned himself on the battlefield cutting them down all on his own. It was bliss for him.


So, how was the rest of the raid going? Once Marshal dropped in, Rover ran in. Rover was a cat with blue fur, the one originally responsible for mapping the place out. He's blue already, a little bit of paint and he's in and out. He drags Raymond's body to the cart and stealths inside, Isabelle following not soon after. It's Rover's job to disable alarms along the perimeter, while the Shih Tzu sneaks inside camp after camp, tent after tent. 


A pink alpaca sleeping in a little cot named Reece. She gets a spear between the tits, piercing through her heart. She gasps and drools blood as her eyes shoot open, only to sign and sink back into her bed when Isabelle twists the spear and removes it. Her eyes never closed again, but she also never woke up again. She did manage to kick up the covers, so Isabelle could wipe her spear off on her ankles before moving on to the next tent.


After each kill, Isabelle would tap on the ground in a specific pattern, and a hole would open up. K.K. Slider and Resetti had been digging a web of tunnels underground to stealthily remove the bodies, and we're following Isabelle's footsteps thanks to the mole's good senses. It was all going smoothly.






Scene 2/4: The Three Sisters Able






It's been about twenty minutes since the start of the raid. Bodies are being flung out of little holes outside of the camp and into carts for processing. Processing was Ankha's job.


Rover and Bam collectively carried about fifteen bodies up the cliff side to Ankha, who was mixing paints together and applying a little red eye atop the living captives' heads. She'd then use her brush to tickle the undersides of their feet, making them giggle awake. The first to rise was one of the Able sisters, Sable. She didn't like fighting, so she was quick to surrender, to do anything to survive.


Quick to giggle, too.


"Snrk- pff-heeheehee! Staahp! It's not even a high thread count- kyaaah-mmph!"


Her giggling fit is stopped by Ankha, who is holding Sable's ankle up while the hedgehog's toes reflexively curl inwards. Ankha presses her foot to Sable's mouth, and Sable finally sees the red paint on the ankle in the shape of the sun. She gasps and breathes heavily, but Ankha slides her middle toe into Sable's mouth.


Their eyes meet. A hedgehog tongue gingerly runs alongside the invading digit. Their eyes never waver as Sable continues foot-worshipping Ankha. Finally, the yellow cat's guard lowers, and, with a bit of a drippy sole that gets rubbed off on Sable's quills- the belly ones are soft, don't worry-, the feline lets her captive sit upright. The tension in the air lessens, and Sable sighs.


"...Is, uh… Is my sister here?" She asks.


"Don't worry about it, me meow. You'll see her again, if you keep your tongue where it belongs." Ankha replies, raising up her foot again. She shows off her pussy doing that, and the little glint her arousal makes in the lamplight.


Looking around, Sable is lying on a cot. Rover zips in, dumps the unmoving corpse of a pink cat face down, and leaves. Bob's bubble butt sticks up in the air and one eye is closed. His arm is pinned behind his back in a way cat arms shouldn't bend. 


"...What are you gonna do to me now?" Sable asks.


"Well, you were a part of Nook's Crooks. You'll have to prove yourself, me meow. But like I said. Kiss enough toes, maybe you'll get to kiss a knee. Just don't get on anyone's bad side."


Without warning, an arrow lands with a sharp "twang!" Right next to Sable's hand. Sable yelps and jumps to the side, shivering and staring at it, then into the treeline. No one is visible… but someone is watching.


"She doesn't miss twice, me meow."


Sable hurries to try and get up, but Ankha's foot gently bumps into the top of her head.


"I wouldn't get up, either." The feline demands, placing a red collar and leash around Sable's neck… and then pulling on it. Sable crawls forward, whimpering weak 'thank you's, and kisses Ankha's foot repeatedly as she follows extra close to the cat. She saw at least two other boys sitting upright with the same collar and leash on, what looked to be K.K. Slider and Cyrus. A dog with white fur, shivering and wet, kneeling and waiting expectantly for the next thing to lick and serve… and an alpaca with light blue wool, who seemed to be constantly looking around for something. Whenever Rover or Bam came along, his eyes lit up, only for him to become extremely sad when whatever he expects to see isn't there.


The next body for Ankha to examine was Sable's sister, Label. She looked still as a corpse, and had a rather nasty bruise, little cuts all over her body, and a dagger lodged in her head. Marshal got to her, it seems. Well, at least her paws are tasty.


Wait, what?


Label was still alive, turns out! She'd taken a special painkiller before her "death" that even now dulls the pain of the knife wound. She launched up and kicked Ankha in the mouth, the cat's eyes rolling as she saw stars and landed on her back, briefly unconscious. Unconscious enough for Label to get on top of her and start pummeling. Ankha woke up after the first punch to the gut, covering her face and yelling "me-meOW!"


Sable scrambled away and tried to hide, flinching at the weight of the punches into Ankha's voluptuous body. Instinctively, she called 'watch out!', trying to save her sister. It was just in time. An arrow whizzes past as Label reflexively dodges, but she didn't see who or where it was fired from. But she DID see a hostage.


Label picks Ankha up with an arm around her throat and another pulling her arm behind her back.


"I'm getting the fuck out of here… Nook will know what you did. I'm gonna hang your fat tits from the trees. Your corpses are gonna be our carpets, and I'm gonna walk on all of your fucking faces. One wrong move and I snap her neck right here right now!" She calls to the forest. Silence. No arrows come, either. Sable and Label's eyes meet, and there's a brief tension as both sisters determine the risk in helping each other. Label takes a step back, and Sable's expression seems to deflate. She's going to leave her here! Her own sister!


By now, Ankha is unconscious from asphyxiation, her arms raising up from hypoxia and her feet twitching and kicking up mats. She kicks the body of a Marshal, who turns slightly to the side, before returning to rest with his eyes closed peacefully.


Label backs away even more, only to drop Ankha's near-dead weight and run into the darkness of the forest… right into a Drop Kicks.


Kicks the Skunk, that is. Deep dark blue, and the only member of Isabelle's group that… wore clothes. But he "needed his tool belt" or some excuse. Whatever it was, he was handy to have, and he was proving it now.


"Whoops! Didn't see you there. Hey… you know, for a dead Nook cunt, you got cute toes. If you let me play with 'em, I'll look the other way for… five seconds."


"You expect me to trust Belle's Bitch?!" 


"I'm only with her because she's got those gorgeous paws. And for the right price, maybe…"


"I'd rather die than let you touch me."


"My offer extends to when you're a corpse too, y'know. I find dead feet off the battlefield have that… just that aroma, y'know? Mmnf~"


"RrrAAGH! Shut UP, FREAK!" Label screams, jumping up from her seat on the ground and giving Kicks a taste of his own medicine. She shoves him into a tree with brute strength, pinning his face to it with her foot. His head knocks into the tree hard enough for fruit to shake out of it, 


He slumps down, seemingly limp under her, and she feels for if he's still breathing… 


What she hears instead is a rapid 'snifsnifsnifsnufsnoooooorf~' sound. She tries to pull away from him getting his literal kicks out of her, but he grabs her ankle and gives her sole a long lick from sole to big toe.


"But I crushed your skull! How?"


"You're not the first girl to step on me." Kicks teases, holding onto her. She tries to hop away on one foot, but he's- oh no, he's got her toes in his mouth. Two at a time. He's some kind of professional pervert.


"Hey, hey, you said you'd look the other way, right? Here, look, just be quick. I'll even… You can hump them! See?" She says, gently hopping forwards and pressing her sole up against his puffy sheath. Kicks licks between her toes now, moaning softly.


"Well? Please? Let… go…?" Label begs, looking around frantically.


Kicks pulls his face off her foot for one second, with a loud 'pop!' as her toes wriggle free and rest on his tongue. He says but one sentence:


"...She doesn't miss twice, y'know."


"Wha…?"


Thunk!


Label's brain is pierced by an arrow from the side. Her whole body locks up, her fingers curling and spread out. Her feet quiver, and Kicks pulls roughly forwards, making Label fall BACKWARDS, her foot lightly pressing against his balls as she twitches. He rubs up against them, turns his head, and slowly counts to five.


"There. Deal's a deal. Gimme them toes, mama~"


Mabel appears from the shadows a few minutes later, while Kicks is giving her a foot massage. He doesn't look up at her, just talks.


"...She was your sister, you know. You sure this is okay?"


"She WAS my sister. She IS Nook's goon. Do you HAVE to do that here, though?"


"...You wanna join?"


"Maybe when this is all done. Have fun, as thanks for holding her still." And with that, Mabel disappears into the shadows. Kicks shrugs and steps on top of Label's face, ready to give her still-warm body 'her turn'. Her expression contorts, still a mixture of fear and confusion from when the arrow replaced key parts of her brain.






Scene ¾: Cut Ties




Isabelle wasn't just committing wanton destruction during this raid. She was on a mission. 


Nook's forces were just too dang large to outright destroy. For every one of her, there were about ten of them. Sure, it was fun killing and capturing them, making them into worshipping slaves who did her paperwork for her and would grab her foot and kiss it at her every demand…


Ah, stop daydreaming! The mission is the food stores. If she can cripple their resources, she can kick them off the island entirely. An army that big needs to get fed, and Punchy probably takes all the best loot, knowing him. She sidles up to a tent with the lantern on inside and whispers: 


"Bells, Bells."


"Bells, Bells." Came a reply from inside. It was Marshal! Yellow squirrel assassin. And he had info; the storeroom is behind Punchy's tent. Not only does he take everything, he also is in charge of delegating resources. Prick.


Luckily, there's a back way, and it's just behind that tent. If she can just get past there, she's in the clear. 


"...But I heard noises inside, so I didn't chance it." Marshal reports.


"Incredible job, Marshy! They're gonna have to cancel their plans for months if they don't have food. Meet me on the-"


"Reece? Honey? You in here?" Came a call from outside. It was Cyrus! No, not the Cyrus at Ankha's camp. There were two Reeces here, and two Cyruses here, too. They were clones of one another who came to the island by boat. The light blue alpaca shines a light into the tent. Marshal pushes Isabelle out, mouthing 'I'll handle this' and getting ready to fight.


"Hey, you're not… what are you doing in my wife's tent? Who… red. Oh. Red. Isabelle! A BELLIAN! THERE'S A-"


Cyrus begins, before he's cut off by Marshal charging at him. Their hands meet and lock in a test of strength, but Cyrus is bigger! He begins pushing Marshal down to the floor, Marshal slowly forced to kneel as Cyrus grins.


"I'm gonna… get a promotion… for both of us! Hope you like the taste of cat feet! That's all you're gonna get soon!" The cocky Cyrus cheers. Maybe he can win on his own.


A single Bell hits Cyrus in the head. The old world currency. Made of gold. It startled him enough to look around, just enough time for Marshal to sink his foot into Cyrus' gut and roll backwards, pulling both of them into a convenient hole in the dirt Resetti and Slider dug. He feels something cold and hard hit him in the side of the head, then the darkness goes dark. Sound becomes a blur before fading into a dull pain.


When Cyrus woke up again, he was lying on top of Reece, in a cart. His head was at her feet, and vice versa. Smelled like her, at least.


"Mmmnn… A bad dream…? Honey? Hey, Reece?"


He sits up in the cart, and shakes Reece, pulling on her toes, then dropping them back down. No response, save for a dull 'thunk'. He turns around, and there she is, drooling into the wood of the cart, her eyes open and unresponsive and unblinking. He gasps, and puts his head to her chest. Nothing. No breathing. No heartbeat.


"...Reece…? How could you? How… COULD YOU?!" He yells, tackling Bam out of the cart in a sneak attack.


"What the hell, you're alive? Oh, thank goodness, I thought I was NEVER gonna see some action."


"You fucks killed my wife- TWICE- and that's all you have to say?!"


"Hey, hey, look. We're taking you to a better place. You're gonna be part of us now. Just sit in the cart, and you can take all the time you need to be with her. We'll make sure you're safe, and-"


"Just kill me already. You did it to her, you're gonna do it to me." Cyrus hangs his head, going through the stages of grief quickly.


"Uh-unh. I don't do suicides." Bam states, folding his arms. He unlatches his dagger from under the cart and shoves it into Cyrus' arms.


"You wanna be snuffed, you gotta earn that from me. I'm no wimp like Marshal. Whenever you're ready, come at me."


Cyrus held the dagger with shaky hands. He looked back at his wife and sniffled, standing upright, then he charged with a battle cry. Bam stands resolute, arms outstretched, then catches Cyrus in a hug as Cyrus stabs him in the gut.


"Haha! A warrior's heart! Yes! Again!" Bam proudly states, tossing Cyrus over his shoulder in a suplex. The alpaca gets knocked on the head and rolls back, his whole world spinning. He charges again. He gets thrown again. Charges. Thrown. Again. Again. Until he gets thrown into the cart so hard, it breaks the back wheel of it off.


By now, they're both panting heavily. Bam is grinning like a hyena, and Cyrus looks exhausted.


"Is that… enough…?! Finish me… Bellian scum…! You… dog-fuckers. Nook will do what I couldn't. He'll stop you."


"You did pretty good yourself, you know? Now, when you see your wife… tell her you went out the right way." Bam replies. He charges forwards and grabs Cyrus's arms, stopping a final stabbing attempt aimed right at the deer's heart. Bam's blue fur is stained red with his blood, and in a final berserker yell, he turns the dagger in Cyrus' hands and shoves it into the alpaca's throat. 


Sensing that he's losing, Cyrus begins kicking and screaming, pushing harder. Anything to win. He feels something wet run down his chest. He coughs, and it's blood. A wet cough. His lower body is twitching, his feet slamming against his dead wife's back in the cart.


Bam pushes forward one last time, and the kicking stops almost abruptly. Cyrus convulses, making a last wet gurgle, then he wheezes, then he sags downwards.


"There. You punished me for what I did. Now sleep."  Bam sighs, sitting in the broken cart. Just so happens Dom's face is laid in his lap, basically pressed against his sheath. If Dom could breathe, he'd be warming cervid balls. He still is, just with his corpse's fluff instead. He looks around, still a bit drunk off battle, and gently lifts the sheep by his horns, pushing a finger into the corpse's mouth and pulling his tongue out.


"Best warrior wins, right?" He smirks. Poor Dom. At least he can't feel it.




Marshal makes it back to camp exhausted. He's been through a couple of fights, and he was barely able to take on that ball of fluff Cyrus, of all people. Day was gonna break soon. Maybe it was time to call it quits for now.


"Taking a break?" Chimed a feminine voice. Without warning, a sweet drink is pushed into Marshal's face. Sitting beside him was a cat with light blue fur, stretching out a bandage. 


"Sure, Lolly. We did a lot, but it's still… I mean, look. There's still so many of them, Sulky. They probably know we're here now, after that."


"Yeah, I heard the screaming from up here."


"I gotta get back in there, Isabelle could be in trouble…- nngh!"


"You took a bad bop in there. Our leader's our leader because she can handle herself. Don't want her carrying your corpse out, too."


"But I can't just sit here and do nothing, Sulky!"


"I've been doing it all night!" Marshal is taken aback.


"I… I don't fight. All I can do is tend to the captives you bring in. It's all I can do to pray you come home safe. So please. Sit with me?"


"...Sure, Sulky."


"Jingle, Jingle?" She asks, holding up her own pint of the sweet drink she makes. It acts as a minor healing potion just from good vibes alone! And, y'know, herbs.


"...Bells, bells."






Bells, bells. Isabelle. She slipped out behind the tent, stopping to look back at Marshal when he was in trouble. She had to do SOMETHING. So, she unwrapped her hairband bell and threw it at the alpaca, before slipping into the undergrowth. Hopefully Marshal would know what to do.


One more tent, then the goal's in sight… but lights are turning on in the camp. Isabelle does her best to stay out of spotlights while guards scramble to find a working alarm. Good job, Rover…!


Isabelle slips up against the next tent, where she hears moaning sounds from inside. She gently lifts up the tent from one side, where she sees a tail pop up in her face! A brown tail, at that. Two boys giggle inside.


"Mmmnh- Flick, you're so good at that."


"Yeah? Watch, I can give you a blowjob AND a footjob at the same time."


"No way, how?"


"Well, it's YOUR feet, CJ. But they were in MY mouth, so it counts, right?"


"Hey, show me that tongue thing you do."


"What… this? Mmleaaaaah~"


"Fuck, Flick."


"Yeah?"


"Fuckin' throat me, Flick…" ♥️


"Mmyeah, CJ? Aaaahhnmlph~" 


Came the noises. The brown tail is wagging profusely, and obscene slurping can be heard from inside. Isabelle squints and looks inside further, lifting up the tent some more.


Inside, a red-scaled lizard with blue paint like teardrops streaming down his face was face-deep in the sheath of a brown beaver. Their paint designs were matching and complimentary. They were truly in love, and war wouldn't stop it. But Isabelle would have to. She puts the tent down and whispers behind the beaver:


"Psst. Bells, Bells."


"...Huh? D'you say something, Flick?" CJ the beaver notes, pushing his hands down on Flick's head to alert him.


There's a loud 'pop!' noise, and then another second of unwrapping the chameleon tongue.


"Mmm. Maybe it was a bug?! Nnno. Nah. Darn. Naw, I didn't say anything. I must be suckin' your mind outta this thing."


"Holy shit, yeah! Nyuk-nyuk!"


"Can I, like…? I was getting into my muse, and you taste awesome."


"...I love it when you say things like that, nyuk."


The two of them continue their fellating while Isabelle sighs. They're Nooked, through and through. There's no climbing over this tent unnoticed, either. Too many spotlights. Too little room to run.


Isabelle readies her spear, just as CJ starts readjusting himself. He begins slamming Flick's face into his crotch, telling the lizard to 'nngh- do the thing! Just like the- fffyeaaah, nice and limp. Mmngh…!"


Isabelle struck once, and right in the back of the spinal cord, too. CJ's hands fall limp at his sides, his body sagging back. He was unconscious immediately, and he convulses a couple of times, immediately alerting Flick. Unfortunately, before the lizard can get up, Isabelle's foot is pressing into the back of his head and shoving him back down. Hard.


"If I didn't do it to you now, you would do it to me later." The canine says.


Flick is now in full panic mode, his feet kicking and stretching outwards as he tries to stand, only to slap back to the ground as he's smothered in his lover's pubic fur. He can't breathe at all, and he coughs and chokes and gags, but is unable to get any sound out. He's frantically and blindly reaching for something off to the side, but he can't quite reach it.


A minute or so passes, and Isabelle turns out the lantern. She can't see or feel Flick moving anymore, which is weird. Another minute.


After a minute and a half, Flick starts thrashing again, but this time, his eyelids are wide open, his eyes rolled back in his skull. He was faking death in the hopes Isabelle would get off, but he couldn't hold it anymore and he wasted his energy earlier. His chest heaves. His legs kick out, slapping at the tent walls. He reaches up and taps on CJ's stomach, once, then twice, then finally he goes limp there, his scaly footpads clattering to the floor and spreading out, unmoving save for a couple last toe curling twitches. Isabelle decides to check him by reaching back, lifting up one of his soles, and giving it a lick.


No response. Finally, she lifts her foot off and pushes Flick's cheek with it. The dead lizard sloughs off his lover's shaft and sheath with a wet slurping sound, his mouth hung open and his cheeks more blue than his paint.


"When everything is reset, you'll be together again. But I won't forget you. Your taste, either…" She whispers, sliding out of the other side of the tent. Their bodies are dragged out the way she came in, by K.K. Slider. 


Finally, it was just her, and the storeroom.


Isabelle jimmies the lock with her spear- What? Nook's products are cheap garbage anyways. Why do you think nobody's houses are locked in Animal Crossing normally?


She enters, and her eyes widen. She drops her spear in surprise.


There, in front of her, rustling papers on a desk, is her own brother, Digby.


"...Digs?"


"I-i-Isabelle!" He whirls around, shuffling papers behind his back.


"Digby, why are you at Nook's camp? We… we looked all over for you." She begins, slowly approaching.


"...Did they hurt you? It's okay. You can come home now."


"What're you gonna do?" Digby asks, innocently. He backs away from Isabelle, frightened.


"I'm gonna set fire to this place. Without food, Nook's gonna come crawling back to us. Better yet, he might leave forever! Come with us, Digby. Come home."


"...Oh, thank Nook. Sister! Help! Help me, Isabelle!"


"Oh, Digby, I'm right he-"


Isabelle is launched backwards by a punch to the face, clattering into some boxes. Standing behind her, blood dripping from her paw, is… herself. Her clone. Nook's version of her. This Isabelle looks like she once had red paint on her, but it's been replaced by a series of blue eyes that dot her forehead, her breasts, her inner thighs. She's got more slave markings than any slave ever seen before.


 And she's got the original's dropped spear.


"Leave. Digby. Alone… Wait. You. You're… me. Figures you'd be attracted to my brother like Flick to a bug. You know how much trouble you caused me? Everyone around here mistakes ME for YOU. Well, once I put your head on this stick, everyone will see who the real Isabelle is."


Isabelle groans and climbs into all fours, showing off her golden ass and the crimson paint coating it. Other than Ankha, Isabelle herself was probably the most well-endowed of all the girls in her crew. She gets up slowly as her doppelganger charges, saving her strength so she can catch the spear.


The two of them keep going until red-belle is knocked into a crate full of bags of seeds for flower planting. She kicks her copy in the nose, since staying alive is more important than a cold breeze against your exposed pussy.


The two of them get into a wrestling and arguing match while Digby stares on in awe, not exactly sure who to pick.


"Do you know what I had to do to get here? Every night! I have to lick Punchy's feet! I call him 'sir', like he's the Mayor!" Blue-belle yells, grabbing Red-belle by her now untied hair and bringing her head down into her knee.


"I have to watch him kill innocent villagers because he FEELS like it, and sometimes I have to hump their corpses while they whimper for help…!" She has tears in her eyes as she charges into the dazed red-clad version of herself.


"Nngh- That's just how Nook treats ALL those he considers his pawns!" Red-belle retorts, getting low to the floor. She trips her blue-painted rival, slamming her nose into the butt of the stuck spear. She follows with an uppercut to the gut. Blue-belle's tits jiggle from the impact as she kinda folds into the punch, getting sent flying back to the storeroom door. 


"I'll make sure Digby is safe. And I'll make sure another one of us is never treated this way again. I'm going to kill Nook. But I have to kill you first." Red-belle says, one eye swollen shut from a well-placed punch. She stares down at herself with righteous anger, grabbing the slave-clone by the chin and the top of the head. Blue-belle, obviously not wanting to die, twists her body this way and that to not get her neck snapped.


Today, it seems, she would be lucky. A blinding light fills the doorway, making it impossible for either canine to see. A loud horn blares an alarm siren, and all the tents still active begin to mobilize.


"You're still soft, me. As much as I hate it here… this is the winning side." The downed Isabelle weakly coughs, as Digby comes running with Beau and Rosie. She bites Red-belle's hand and weakly crawls outside.


"They're in there!" Digby calls.


Scene 4/4: The Escape.


The alarm siren that goes off alerts both sides of what's going on. The mission's compromised, and Isabelle is still in there. Marshal and Lolly are the first to see it, both of them standing up and spitting their drinks in unison.


"She needs us, Sulky."


"Us? What am I supposed to- I can't do anything!" Lolly begins to panic until Marshal puts his hands on her shoulders and shakes her a little bit. Then a little bit more, she has nice tits. None of them wear clothes, remember?


"Listen, Sulky. I need you to gather everyone up. Mabel and Ankha and Kicks. They still haven't found our tunnels yet, so we still have a way in. If anything happens to Belle, you're de facto leader at base camp. Tell them that Isabelle is at the store room in the back. Take two lefts and a right. Got it, Sulky?!"


"Two lefts and a right, two lefts and a right. Uh-huh." Lolly nods, getting up and running the opposite direction of the fighting.


"Heeey! Isabelle's in trouble! Everyone! Come quick!" She yells, as Marshal makes a break for it. He runs past Bam, whose eyes widen with glee. The blue deer just got done stitching himself up and he's in full sprint, tossing Marshal a spear as they head for the camp.


"Finally! I'm gonna feel some bodies on my club, boosh!" He yells, charging through the front gate. Raymond lookalikes from other islands were sent to guard the door, but Bam towers over one and clubs him in the head with a savage splitting strike, shattering his glasses and his skull. The cat moans, dead on his feet, and falls forwards, faceplanting into Bam's crotch with his mouth open.


"Come get some, kablang! For ISABELLE!"


Marshal leaps onto Bam's back silently, and the idiot thinks it's his friend. This Marshal's naked yellow body is coated in blue paint, though, and raises a dagger over the deer's head.


"Oh, good. Don't mind THOSE balls on my back. Get 'em- …Boosh?"


Marshal's legs tighten up as his whole body does, and he drops the dagger meant for Bam's brain on top of his head before slumping over his horns, an arrow sticking out of the front of his head.


"Mabel, what the hell?!"


"Look again, meathead." Bam tilts his head down, and finally sees the blue markings as Marshal's corpse lands stop Raymond's, their bodies slack and their limbs splayed out. Marshal landed spread wide enough to see his inner thighs.


"...Oh. Thanks, Mabel! I get to fight more!"


"...Is that all you think about?" She muses, arrowing a Rosie lookalike in the head. Bam charges in again, thinking clearer than ever. If he just makes a distraction… even a second might be enough.




"So, you finally showed your true colors. Brought her right here, huh?"


From the biggest tent in the camp, holding a crossbow behind the back of his head,comes the voice of Punchy the cat. The second-in-command to Nook himself. He kicks the corpse of a Cyrus out of his tent; this particular alpaca's fur was painted with splotches of red, but they seem to have been washed off. 


Punchy steps out of the tent, kicking the Cyrus corpse further out and stepping on his stomach and his sheath, his crossbow arrogantly placed behind his head as he stretches. The blue Isabelle slave crawls up to her owner, gets on her knees, and licks both Punchy's paw and Cyrus' sheath in one, then two adoring licks, her tail wagging to see him in feigned idolization.


"Punchy, Sir! We found the Bellian, I fought her, she's weak now…! You can-" 


Punchy's crossbow aims directly at her face.


"You Belles all look the same to me. Looks like I get a new one to play with."


"But sir, I-"


Blue-belle is cut off by a bolt between the eyes, her scared smile falling as she does. Her face lands in Cyrus' crotch with an unceremonious 'puff' noise, considering how floofy the alpaca is. Her ass still sticks up in the air, but as Punchy kicks her off his foot, her legs slowly sag to the ground, spreading apart as she smushes her breasts against the soft dirt.


"ISABELLE!" Digby cries, running to… help, I guess? Punchy points his bow at the other dog, next, his glare piercing through the naked brown canine's soul.


"You're lucky you know too much to die. But even so, I don't like traitors."


Digby backs up slowly, his legs turned to jelly. He falls backwards onto his butt, and covers his face. Punchy points his bow away and sighs.


"For ISABELLE!" Comes a yell from the bushes. Punchy isn't even looking at Rover as he charges in with blinding speed, all that can be heard is 'click-clack! Click-clack!", And Rover falls to the floor, sliding along the ground with all his momentum until he lands on blue Isabelle's hip. Now the body pile is at three, and for the first time that night, someone on the red side ended up dead. Punchy made sure of it by stepping on his face, feeling his last exhale as he uses his toe like a hook to curl under Rover's cheek.


"Mrmpht. Any more brave souls wanna ruin my night?" Silence. Beau, Digby, and Rosie are just… staring at the bodies. He's wasting time, giving the enemy false hope. Beau and Rosie kinda just… make an exit before Punchy snaps at them, too, surrounding the storeroom.


Inside, Red chieftain Isabelle takes a deep breath. Her blue counterpart was right about one thing. She was soft. She cared for the slaves she took, she cared for her people. She wasn't cruel just because she had numbers and clones. It was that same softness that got her caught now. If she just impaled that Digby, none of this would have happened. She resolves herself to do one last good thing before her legacy ends, though. Taking a lantern off the wall, she breaks it and throws it into the bag of seeds, sitting at the edge of the fire and pulling her spear free. Her eyes are listless as Beau eventually gets the courage to go inside and drag her out, thinking herself dead already.


"Oh, look. The ringleader herself. You look good as a corpse, mrmpht." Punchy says, pushing Blue-belle's corpse over with a foot. She lays on Cyrus' leg like a pillow, her own legs spread apart by his.


"Nook hates Belles. But this one proved you golden bitches have some solid use. Dogs are reeeeal good at lickin'. Why don't you ask Digby, there?"


Isabelle doesn't respond, she just lays there, dejected.


"No one's coming for you. This camp's got more soldiers in it than you HAVE. Like, total. Me, alone, is worth about ten of you anyways. I dunno what made you think you could win." Punchy steps off his corpse perch and saunters over to Isabelle, pressing his crossbow into her cheek, then up to her forehead.


"You're just a weak, soft, golden bitch who should've been my footstool long ago. Now say it. Praise Nook."


"...pr-ss m-yr." Isabelle mutters, almost inaudibly. Punchy kicks the dog, slipping off his hood and stepping on her face.


"Huh? What'd you say, doormat?"


"Praise the Mayor." She looks up at him, defiantly.


"FOR ISABELLE!" Came a boisterous yell from the bushes. A white pouch is thrown right in Punchy's face, and he recoils as it explodes into a fine green mist. Bob and Raymond soldiers came to check it out, but all the cats immediately recoil in agony.


Kicks, Ankha and Marshal had done it again. Everyone in this world was primitive, so the smartest ones had the most advantage. By filling a pouch with stink bugs and special eye irritant paint, they made what is effectively a tear gas grenade. Isabelle coughs, but smiles. Kicks, being a skunk and therefore immune to stink, runs out into the middle of the chaos while Marshal peppers the area with gas bombs, ducking in and out of Resetti holes. They grab their leader and book it.


"MRMPHT! IT'S IN MY FUCKING MOUTH! AAAAGH!" Punchy screams, shooting his crossbow blindly. A couple of Bobs fall to his blind rampage, but Punchy has at least fifteen more.


"Find them! Find those dog-fuckers! Nook can't know about this! Fuck! Mrmpht!"


"B-but sir- rrrckht-!" Came the squeaky cry of a Raymond clone, who was now being strangled by Punchy.


"They're still in the camp somewhere! I don't care if I have to walk over all your bodies in the morning, GET HER!"


The rest of the soldiers need no further reason to spread out and search, while Punchy drags his new plaything over to the pile of bodies and chokes him into it to teach him a lesson.


Meanwhile, in the tunnels:


Lolly bounds up to Isabelle and wraps her in a big hug.


"Are you okay, leader? We came as fast as we could, but I don't know how long Bam can hold out by himself!"


"I'm fine. Ugh… anything smells better than the bottom of that cat's foot. Hehe. Thanks, Marshal."


"...Sure, Sulky." He sniffles, turning around and wiping away a tear.


"Roger is down, so we've got no eyes. Where is Kicks?"


Everyone goes quiet.


"Oh, no… Kicks…" Isabelle hangs her head. She knew they'd have losses here, but each one hurts her heart-


"Oh, he's alive, Chief."


"He is? Then where is he? We need to save him!"


"He, uh… wasn't in the best shape to come, I guess."


Kicks the skunk was currently dragging all the corpses he could find into CJ and Flick's tent, and dove into the pile of animal meats face first, moaning and rubbing and humping against their slack toes. He managed to make what he calls a 'foot flower's, taking six bodies- CJ, Flick, Beau, Rover, Kid Cat, and Rosie- and wrapping his arms around their legs to dunk his face into them. He almost fainted from asphyxiation, he got lightheaded with bliss.


Isabelle squints, disappointed beyond belief.


"...He'll be fine. Let's get Bam and get out." Isabelle says, her hand imprinting on her face. They crawl out of the tunnels a weary group, the entrance guarded by Mabel. Two red Cyruses and Reeces are fighting a total of ten bodies each, Mostly clones of Bob and Raymond. Lot of cats in this place. 


Red Cyrus manages to slice his opponent with his sword, making the Raymond drop his own blade. The alpaca then stabs his sword up through the cat's chin, his eyes rolling in his head as he falls forwards. Before his feet can land on the ground, three more pile on the light blue alpaca, to which the two Reeces plunge their spears into the cat boys' backs, screaming 'GET OFF OUR MAN!' as they do. The cats yowl death cries as their bodies twitch and writhe, before they let out soft death moans and sag atop Cyrus' body. One more Bob slides into the pile with momentum, nestling up against the feet of a dead Raymond with Mabel's arrow in the back of his head. Mabel herself plucks an arrow out of the corpse of a Flick, looking worried. She's running dangerously low on supply.


"Isabelle is here! Everyone still alive, retreat!" Mabel calls, and the fighting ceases, but not before a thrown spear lodges itself in the back of a retreating red Reece.


"Mabel, where's Bam?"


"He's not with you? I-"


"ISABELLE!" Came a cutting reply from inside the camp. They turn around while fleeing to see Punchy, holding Bam by the horns. He's bloody, and kneeling stop a pile of cats and Flicks. There's at least seven of them, and two more bodies nearby. He took nine by himself before an arrow lodged itself in the back of his knee, and then the rest of the warriors beat him senseless.


"Give up now, and I'll let him go. I'll also kindly forget everything you did here. Your friends will be spared when we eventually win, and I'll even let them off the island peacefully."


"Don't do it, Isa-boosh!- ghaachk-" came Bam's reply, before he gets pistol-whipped with the butt end of a crossbow. He smiles at the pain.


"Shut up, beef-brain! Isabelle! Come quietly, and we won't raze you and your camp to the ground. I promise. But if you don't…"


A blue-painted Rosie steps up with a lumber axe over her shoulder, climbing the pile of corpses to join Bam and Punchy. 


"I'll make you watch. You have three seconds to come out of hiding!" Silence from the treeline. Isabelle turns and watches, despite Lolly's protests. With her one good eye, she stares at Bam.


"One… two…"


"Hey, Chief! I couldn't have asked for a better-"


"Three." The axe comes down hard onto the back of Bam's neck. Rosies are no joke warriors. It only took one swing to execute him, his head still in Punchy's hands as his body slumps over to the side. His feet kick once or twice, but then he remains still. Punchy holds up the deer's head, and on Bam's face is the widest smile he's ever had. Behind Punchy, the storeroom is burning, and the fire is spreading to his tent… but he doesn't seem to care, despite the others frantically trying to save their food.


"PRAISE NOOOOOOK!" Came the war cry from Punchy and the camp.


"The mission is successful. We did what we came to do." Isabelle quietly announces, before disappearing into the treeline permanently.


…Kicks was not fine, by the way. He was caught playing with everyone's feet in the tent, and swiftly captured, where he got to… worship Punchy's feet. As he describes it, "Mmm. They're not as big, not enough room to lick, but his dominance. Mmnph. He's the kind of guy to work up a sweat just to make you lick it off."


…I guess, maybe everything DID work out in the end.