***Villager:*** Ankha ***Friendship level:*** ★★☆ ***Persona..

***Villager:*** Ankha ***Friendship level:*** ★★☆ ***Personality:*** Snooty ***Species:*** Cat-girl ━━━━━━ ‣ 3:08 video ‣ Oil and twerking ‣ 1000 word smut fanfiction ━━━━━━ 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 can’t 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. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. "Well, good morning. Lovely to see you, 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘸." You nearly jump out of your skin at Ankha’s voice, noticing the cat girl staring you down blankly from a lounge chair. She leans forward, eye contact intensifying, and blinks slowly. “Not one for talking, are we?”, she says in a drawn out voice. “That’s okay, I'm glad to talk with you. Even this much, 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘸.” A small smile works its way onto your face at her newly shown soft side, and you relax a little. “So, what did you want? Are you here to help me move in? You’re a bit late for that”, she says, yawning. “I’m just taking a cat nap in the sun now, it’s unusually nice out for this time of year.” You nod, and catch yourself admiring her white dress again. “Though I suppose,” she continues as if reading your mind, “unless I want a bad tan line I’ll have to ditch the dress”. 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. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬. “Hey, 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘸, while you’re here do you mind making yourself useful at least?”. 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. “I thought you had better manners than this”, 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. 𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺. Your guilt for the previous day’s events trumps your nervousness, and you pour some oil in your palms. You move the viscous liquid around, making sure it’s not cold, and place your hands flat on the small of Ankha’s 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. Ankha’s 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. “Keep going. If I get burned it’s your fault.” 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. You’re 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. You’re 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. “I didn’t say you could stop”, 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. “So... you don’t think I saw you staring me down yesterday?”