[Findom, Furry] Animal Crossing - Your Chores Caption

Pay us for doing our chores! Story by MegaSexyFeeties

The Player moved to this peaceful island village only a few days ago. He sought peace and tranquillity. He was amazed by how friendly the villagers were!

As the Player stepped out of his cosy home, he was greeted by Isabelle's cheerful sight. With a cheeky smile, Isabelle approached the Player with a clipboard and a list of tasks awaiting completion.

Isabelle: "Good morning, player! I hope you're ready for another productive day," Isabelle chirped, her tail wagging enthusiastically.

The Player nodded, eager to tackle whatever challenges lay ahead. It was a weird arrangement – the villagers always wanted him to do some tasks for them. The first time Isabelle asked him to fix her golden toilet, he was happy to help a friendly neighbour. After completing the job, he insisted that he did not need any money for doing this, as he was more than happy to help a neighbour. However, Isabelle's response shocked him:

Isabelle: "You must be joking. Why would I be paying you to fix my toilet? Obviously, YOU need to pay ME for the privilege of being able to fix my toilet!"

And so, the Player had to pay her 100 bells. Afterwards, Isabelle took it upon herself to teach the new resident the village customs by putting him to voluntary work. He found it odd that it was apparently okay for the other villagers to extort money from him, but he was not allowed to do that to them.

Life in the village suddenly became extremely expensive; his wallet was being drained.

Whenever someone saw him, they ran up to him, telling him to do some tasks for them or even ordering him to smell or worship their feet. And he had to pay for all of that.

With Isabelle's guidance, he set out to fulfil his new trainee resident duties, embarking on a series of tasks to ensure the smooth operation of the village.

Their first stop was the town square, where the Player diligently watered the flowers and tended to the bustling marketplace. As he was tending to the flowers, Ankha approached him.

Ankha: "Hey, I've got a task for you! Rate the smell of my feet!" – her raised foot was before the Player's face.

Obediently, he sniffed the dirty sole. He couldn't decide about the stench level, so he took a few more deep sniffs until his head felt dizzy.

Player: "Ummm, 11/10"

Ankha made a satisfying humming noise. Her outstretched hand entered his field of vision.

Ankha: "That will be 1000 bells. 100 bells for each sniff you had."

He took out his wallet and handed her the money.

Throughout the day, Isabelle was a constant source of encouragement and support, guiding the Player with patience and positivity – she charged only 50 bells for each encouraging sentence.

As the sun began to set and the day drew to a close, the Player and Isabelle paused to admire his handiwork; the village was spotlessly clean, all plants watered, the villagers were happy, and their feet had been either sniffed, cleaned with his tongue or massaged... With a satisfied smile, Isabelle turned to the Player, her eyes sparkling with pride.

Isabelle: "Thank you for all your hard work, Player. The village is truly fortunate to have you; I will see you tomorrow for the second part of your training!" she said, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. She looked at him expectantly, her face sour when he didn't react. "That will be 6000 bells, Player! 100 bells for two encouraging sentences. 3000 bells for the burden of me having to train you. 1000 bells for the privilege of being in the presence of my adorable feet. And 1900 bells are the new resident tax, which goes straight into my pocket!"

The Player looked sadly at his wallet. He obediently paid but mentally decided to skip a few meals to afford to live in this marvellous place, surrounded by lovely people.

The next day, after his chores, the Player met with Isabelle at the town hall. Her massive feet were placed on the desk - he couldn't help but gulp at the thought of burying his nose in those soles.

Isabelle: "Good job weeding out the entire island. This is my payment for allowing you to weed it out. I expect you to collect all the islands' trash tomorrow, followed by a gardening session. You will go fishing – everything you catch will be given to me! You will offer me your entire wallet content to allow you to do those chores. I have many more tasks for you! My feet need daily licking and rubbing! If you have an exceptionally fat wallet, I will even allow you to become my footstool for an entire day! You had better earn more money for me quickly. You want the privilege of doing all that volunteer work, right? And remember, no daily payment – no chores for you!"

The Player smiled fondly at Isabelle.

Player: "Please, take my entire wallet. I'll even give you my credit card – go on a shopping spree; you deserve it for allowing me to be such a useful member of this village! All I ask is… to be able to find myself buried under your soles. Please, rub them on my face. I'm sure it can be used as a foot massager!"

Isabelle hummed happily, taking the Player's entire wall and credit card. He told her previously that he does not have any more money and will have to take a loan from the bank to continue providing services to everyone. Isabelle approved.

The Player lay on the floor, under her desk—his body fitting smugly underneath. Isabelle's stinky feet smashed into his face non-too gently, the soles rubbing on his skin.

The sweat of her feet allowed for a smooth motion as she slid her feet up and down his face.

He tentatively opened his mouth as a cracked heel appeared on his lips. It painfully dug deeper into his mouth. He imagined himself being just an inanimate foot-massaging object, which allowed his tongue to work tirelessly on licking the heel like a machine.

The toes of her other foot found themselves playing with the ridge of his nose – pinching and pulling on his skin. He was worried about the cartilage breaking, but fortunately, Isabelle took good care of her things, ensuring they didn't break. Her toes felt nice on his nose, the stench intoxicating, making him feel as if he was high.

The passage of time was lost to him – he felt like he was in heaven.

Isabelle: "I could keep you under that desk all day while I work. No one would know you're there since the desk would perfectly hide your body. You're a good foot massager; your face was made for my feet! It's the perfect shape and size! I'm glad you've decided to move in here. I really am.….. That will be 100 000 bells, Player."

END