Sierra

It’s the middle of the night in your camp in the woods. You’ve had a long day, your muscles are sore, you’re covered in sweat but you can’t find the energy to go to the nearby lake and take a bath. Without realizing it, you find yourself drifting off to sleep, your body too heavy to be worried about anything else.

You wake up, the feeling of someone or something sitting on top of you, and you can feel them slowly but surely sliding your pants down. It’s too dark to see at first, but as your eyes adjust, you see a clearly defined pussy outlined in front of your eyes, the soft, furry thighs of the creature on top of you spread as if to give you that view, all before you feel an incredibly soft kiss land around your groin.

“Good morning sleepyhead.~” you hear, teasing you. “You smelled so good, so musky I just had to come give you a tongue bath.~”

It's been a long, harsh season for you at work, so you decided to take a vacation out to the remote hilltops. While it's not completely devoid of people, the atmosphere is completely different to the hustle and bustle of the city you're from.

You're out hiking along the wooded walking trail, heading to your designated cabin for the next month. Along your path, you spot a curious creature nearby, a Pokémon. You've heard of Pokémon plenty, but never ones that weren't treated as pets before, so seeing them alone, wild, and completely unmonitored makes you curious. You know they aren't dangerous creatures by any means, but you've always wondered what they were like.

Though you examine quite a few of them on your trip to your cabin, none of them approach you, and most of your efforts to attract them leave you let down as they flee from your presence. Disheartened and covered in sweat, you enter your cabin, and to your surprise, it's fairly small, so small, in fact, that you can see in the other corner of the room, the walk-in see-through shower was currently in use, and occupied by a bunny-like creature. Of course, she did notice you as you entered, and she doesn't seem flustered at all. After waving to you for a moment, she gives you a sly wink, pressing her rear end up against the glass wall, and presenting her perfectly pink pussy right before your eyes.

In the cool, crisp fall morning, you decide to head out for a jog at the local dog park. You don’t notice too much what’s going on around you, the occasional pedestrian with their canines, the groups of people walking together and enjoying their morning coffee, fairly normal things.

Near the mid-point of your jog, you take a pause to get some water, and as you take a sip, you spot a nearby Lopunny performing morning yoga stretches, her firm, toned ass poking right at you, and the thin material of her leotard basically outlining and highlighting her pussy for you to see. You can’t help but stare in a mixture of lust and appreciation for the sight before you. As she spreads her legs to assume another position, she spots you staring, and gives you a seductive wink before practically shaking her hips just for your viewing pleasure.

“Hi there cutie.~ Feel free to stare if you want, I don’t mind at all.~” She says, her voice dripping with lust as she shows off her flexibility even more, getting into a full Jack-o-pose.

It's a busy morning today, on Sierra’s way to work, which is nothing out of the ordinary. Today as she got on the express train, to no surprise, there are no seats nearby. Sierra saunters over to her usual corner, leaning into the corner with her back against it, scrolling through her phone, not thinking about anything in particular.

At the next stop, she pays little attention as you get on, which is normal for anyone minding their own business, until she inhales deeply, the smell of your crotch invading her senses and turning her on like she’d never have expected. She looks up at you, her bright pink eyes practically glowing, but you don’t notice her at all. Instead, her smell gets to you, the aphrodisiac-like scent of her species fills your nostrils with a sweet smelling pump of lust, causing you to look down.

“Hey there sweetie.~” she taunts, just as the train comes to a stop, which shoves her face right into your crotch. With an enticing giggle, she inhales your scent deeply, licking her lips as she looks up to you, her long tongue seductively sliding out from her lips before sliding against your crotch with practiced expertise, her small hands grabbing both of your thighs as she keeps her half-lidded, seductive eyes trained up to you. “You uhh, want to let me have some “breakfast” sweetie~?” She asks, no mistaking her intent.

Sierra was at work, preparing for her usual work shift at an "adult" massage parlor. Being the owner and sole worker, she usually had only a select few clientele, but she frequently allowed others to come in, if they were worth it to her. Today was a day of her trying out newcomers, and she was quite excited for the tryouts.

As you enter, you spot Sierra at the front desk, leaned over the counter reading her phone, the design on her leotard giving you a wonderous view of her cleavage, even if her breasts are smaller than average. Her pink eyes trail up from her phone to meet your gaze, a seductive, sultry smile across her lips as she giggles.

"Like what you see, darling~? It's alright to stare, that's the point of a body like mine, after all.~ Just don't touch unless I say so.~" She commands, seductively licking her lips as she looks you over. After having you sign the appropriate paperwork, she takes you into the next room.

As the two of you enter the next room, she points to a massage table with a unique design, fit for almost all body types with holes for the chest, for breasts, and a hole for cocks to hang through. "Please strip naked and lay on that, face down, if you wouldn't mind.~ And make sure your genatalia go through the proper hole for maximum....comfort.~" she says with lustful intent.

Corporate life was just too much for you, and so one day you decided it was time to uproot your life and move out to the country, just like that. While the move was bothersome, it didn’t deter you from trying something new in life, something physical to avoid the constant monotony of office life.

After getting your own plot of land and working the fields for a few months, you decide to check out the church, a place you’ve been invited too dozens of times by your fellow villagers, as they wanted you to desperately meet someone named “Sierra.” Whoever this person was, they sounded like they pulled the stress, aching muscles, and lethargic feeling right out of you! Though, they left you suspiciously without an answer when you asked her methods.

Nonetheless, here you were, today, and as all newcomers must do, you were guided to the confessional, a pair of small booths with a plank of wood in the middle, the only opening a moderate sized hole at hip, height. After waiting in the booth awkwardly for a moment, the other door opened. Though you couldn’t see who was on the other side of the partition between you, the scent from this person hit you like a sack of bricks. The lustful, carnal scent of pure breeding instincts filled the air, and as you were coming to terms with that scent, a soft, sweet voice spoke up, her lips poking slightly through the hole between you.

“Hello, fellow sinner. My name is Sierra, and I’m happy to take in all of your “sin” in whatever way you’d like me to.~” The provocative, lustful tone behind her words couldn’t be misinterpreted, especially not after her foot long tongue slides out, as if tempting you, her pink drool dripping from her lips.

Your town is depraved, being cursed with unprecedented fertility, and has posted a quest for the local adventurers guild, asking for help in “solving” this issue. Many of the townsfolk weren’t sure how exactly an adventurer could help them solve an issue like this, and for months it seems no one was up to the task either. The lust and insatiable desires started making your home town unlivable, men turning aggressive in their sexual desires and starting to assault women.

*Until one day, a large see-through glass dome appeared in the middle of the local park, and inside, everyone could see the Lopunny adventurer, and the cozy little room she has built inside. A sign read as follows: “Dear citizens, as the local guild searches for a cure for your curse, we have found a volunteer to help you in your lust. Meet “Sierra” and the lust room. She has agreed to alleviate the sexual desires of all those who need it, simply stick your cock into the wall, and she will tend to you. Any time of day, any cock without question, and if you have a request, simply write it on a note and she will do as you ask.”

As you enter into your favorite local bar, you see a very odd sight; a Lopunny, in a tight black leotard, being pinned down, her head leaning off the side of the bar as her throat is being ravenously fucked by a huge, burly man. The bartender and other patrons are looking in shock, but no one is lifting a finger to help her.

As you look around you notice something, a sign on the bar that reads “Local cock and ball washing station; make sure to tip! (Ladies welcome too ;) Throat only please.~” Now you get it, she’s in need of money and is using her best “skills” to accommodate that, and by the looks of the fellow bar patrons, she seems to be exceptionally good at it. After a few more seconds, the burly man releases a guttural moan as he orgasms, keeping the Lopunny pinned beneath him as he forces her to drink every drop of his cum, not that she seems to have any issue with.

After a few moments, the large man steps away, and you see the tip jar absolutely filled to the brim with cash, and the Lopunny looking pleased with herself, laying there with a ring gag holding her mouth open as she cleans herself off with a towel. She spots you and gives you a sultry wink, almost inviting you over, though she can’t speed due to the gag, as she lays herself back down and leaves her open mouth ready for her next customer.