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The day started off as any other, the summer sun shining over the pristine green of the trees, the wind rustling tender leaves, and the water reflecting the rays right back into the sky. One couldn't ask for a better day to go for a walk, and for a young, athletic foxgirl no day was better. Macy stretches out, groaning slightly as her muscles stretched and popped as she prepared for her walk. It was a thing for her, every day she would take time to do some afternoon jog through the forest that bordered their town, keeping herself limber and breathing in that crisp air, letting her nose sniff the aroma that the flowers and trees offered.

"Be back in a few, hun" she calls to her lover, a woman with the ears and tail of a wolf, planting a loving kiss to the woman's cheek.

Naomi lets out a soft little coo, feeling her cheeks warm up, "Don't take too long, dinner about done"

"Don't worry, I won't take too long" the fox chuckles, dragging her tail over Naomi's as she left. Once outside she pivots her head up, letting the sun beat down over her smooth tanned skin and the orange fur of her fox ears and tail, warming her in the afternoon day. Her shoes thud against the sidewalk with each step she took, her hips swaying that tail of hers from side to side in large sweeping arcs, like a big bushy broom sweeping the floor. The day should have been just like any other, a simple walk through the forest to calm her mind, course not every day can be average or uneventful.

"Ugh" she groans, the hot sun beating down upon her as he walks, her shirt clinging to her, "Man, fuck this heat" she huffs. Being a fox hybrid meant she was not covered in fur head to toe, yet even then the heat was not the best way to spend her day. Still, she was not about to let the heat get to her. With grit teeth she pushes on, strolling into the park proper. The many smells of cut grass and fresh trees reach her, filling her nose with a pleasant scent of nature, even the smell of cooked food gets into her system. Her ears prick up at the sound of children and adults laughing and playing light sports and little ball games, something that brings a small smile to her lips as she wanders under the trees.

The forest provided the much needed shade the girl desperately needed, cooling her off from the unforgiving summer heat. Macy wipes her brow, rubbing the collected moisture off her face, "Whew" she grunts out softly, her clothes lightly clinging to her skin. Her shoes stomp down the old dirt path that sprawled through the forest, made by centuries of animal and people traffic of both foot and wheel alike. She had walked this path many, many times in her life, enjoying this gift of nature to its fullest. There was nothing that got the blood pumping more than jogging down these paths, each step chucking her along with naught a care in the world. To her left was a steep drop off down towards the winding muddy creek, during the winter it was a roaring river but in the summer it was little more than a bog. While on her right was merely more forest and some brush, nothing out of the ordinary. Macy closes her eyes, letting out a sweet hum out into the air. Her mind wanders back to home, remembering the smiling face of her dearest lover, Naomi. Those green eyes of hers, Macy could get lost in them for hours as the taller wolf girl held her close in a tight, warm, intimate snuggle. A smile graces the fox's lips once again as she reminisces those nights of the two of them just being there for each other, hands wrapped, fingers mingled, chests pressed, lips locked and..."W-Wahhh!" she suddenly yells, her foot slipping over a loose bit of earth, the ground giving way from under her and plunging her over the hill side.

The hillside was covered in old roots and bushes and rocks and soft dirt, making for both uncomfortable and yet soft tumble down its side. Poor Macy was tossed and launched about, the bushes and softer soil thankfully cushioning her landings, removing the risk of breaking anything. Her training also kicked in, the fox quickly forming into a ball to easily roll down the hill and keep her limbs from catching and snapping right off. Sticks poke and thorns scratch as she rolls down, pricking her skin painfully. The tearing of cloth echoes out as her shirt gets a big tear up the left seam, curtsy of a branch sliding up the bottom of the shirt and hooking at the tank top strap, ripping it like tissue. The rest of the shirt gets tangled in a bush and is ripped from her other arm and away from her body. she would think back to this and curse her decision to go braless that day, for her modestly sized chest was freed to the world.

With a resounding 'splat!' she lands in the soft, sticky mud at the base of the hill, tossing up mud and water as she rolls. The little stream that was there flows around her, pooling cold water in the small crater she made. She groans softly, the mud on her skin somewhat washed away by the water. Slowly she sits up, rubbing her head, hair wet with water and mud, "Damn it" she sighs, blushing as she shyly covered her chest. What a day, it started off so good and now she was wet and lost at the bottom of a hill. The wind shoots through, cooling her from some of the heat. The foxgirl looks up, letting out a soft growl, She had quite few options on how to handle this, either she walks along the under areas and try to find a way back or climb the hillside back up. "No way am I going to lug all over this forest to get back" she mutters, "I'll just climb, it'll be faster " she walks up to the hill side, looking at all the brush and dirt and rock, it was going to be a challenge, but she was determined to get back to the path and get home for a shower...and a shirt.

"Ok" she says, lifting and planting her foot down on the hillside, making her first step up to the path. She heaves herself up, pulling on brush and roots and whatever she could grab, pulling herself through bushes and over rocks. It wasn't pleasant in the least, she was cold, embarrassed, wet, and dirty, she actually missed the sun now. Suddenly she's halted in her tracks as she felt a tugging on her shorts, "Oh...oh no" she mutters, shooting a worrying glance downward. From all the dragging and crawling she was doing her soaked shorts had slipped down around her thighs, and in doing so managed to get snagged by a thorn bush, the fabric punctured and torn with a vine having slipped down the leg hole. Macy bites her lip, blushing as her blue boxer shorts were exposed, torn up a little bit by crawling over the hillside, the water making them cling to her butt tightly and making the fabric almost see through! The thorns prick at her leg, sending jolts of pain up her spine. She couldn't risk trying to fix the issue, the way she was positioned she would risk slipping and falling back down the hill all over again, something she really wasn't looking forward to, especially since she was so close to getting to the crest! she lets out a resigned sigh and wiggles her tail and legs from the shorts, letting the bushes consume them. she was now only in shoes, socks, and a pair of boxers now, brush and thorns scraping over the cotton as she climbs, creating a long thin tear showing off some thigh. She ponders about how she was going to get home like this, they lived in the suburbs, plenty of people walking around and not many places to hide her blushing cheeks. She would be seen, no doubt be filmed or photographed. She'd never live it down! But, if she hurried she MAY be able to rush home unseen, or at the very least, unrecognized.

Her hand slams down upon the path, gripping the grass like a vice. She heaves up and over, rolling onto her back and panting hard. She made it, she finally made it to the top of the hill! A smirk slowly crawls across her face, "Yeah" she says. She was a mess, covered in dirt and leaves from the fall and subsequent climb, but all that can be cleaned, the important thing was that she was home free. A grunt fills the area as she leaps to her feet, stretching her aching arms out. Easy part was done, now came the hard part, getting home.

muddy shoes pound along the grass as the nearly nude foxgirl races down the path, arms tightly woven over her breasts. Macy racked her mind, trying to plan out the best course of action to get back home. She could try navigating the woods, their neighborhood was lined with forest after all, however it was longer and more treacherous, she could get lost for days in there or encounter something unpleasant. Another option would be to hide out till nightfall and use the cover of darkness...but that plan was shot down immediately, for who knows what kind of creeps lurk in the park after dark, not to mention the pure worry she would make Naomi suffer through. That left one last option...making a run for it in the middle of the daylight and through the public eye, something that she really didn't want. But alas, what other option did she have? With a sigh she edges over to the end of the forest, peering out over the semi crowded park, "You can do this" she says to herself, gulping back her worry.

The park was abuzz in shocked gasps and curious chatter at the sight before them, everyone stopping in their tracks as they gazed upon the foxgirl zipping out from the trees in nothing but torn up underwear that were barely hanging on by the threads of the waistband. Her face was beat red, arms crossed tightly around her chest as she rushes past the gawking park goers. Some managed to get their phones up and snap some pictures or video before the girl dashes past them.

Macy's face was contorted in an embarrassed wince, her cheeks feeling like they would burst into flames. Her day went from one hundred to zero in under an hour, she was seen by just about the whole park, her butt and privates thankfully hidden by the boxers, if just barely. Yet her breasts, though covered by her arms were still gawked at. Her toned, muscled body was stared at, eyes scanning her back, abs, and butt. She groans out, picking up the pace, wanting to get out of there, fast.

*RRIIIPPPP!!*

Macy stops dead in her tracks, skidding to a halt, "Oh...shit" she says, fearfully looking down at her now bare waist. She had rushed a little too close to a hedge near the park entrance, the sticks poking and gripping at the already ruined boxers, ripping the fabric right off her body. leaving behind just the waistband and some tattered shreds limply hanging around her hips. Quite a few people stop and turn to the sound, staring at her now exposed bush and butt. In the blink of an eye she reaches down to cover herself, yelping meekly as he butt was thrust back from her bending, giving everyone behind her an eye full. "Damn it all!" she growls, spinning on her heels and racing herself down the street, running past shocked citizens in her wake. She was going to remember this day for a long, long time.

Naomi places the steaming plate of pasta down on the table, the scent of tomato sauce and parmesan cheese filling the air. The wolfgirl wagered that Macy should be finishing up her walk by now, and no doubt having one grumbly stomach! Naomi steps back, looking up out the window at the sunny day, gazing at the clouds lazily floating through the sky. Suddenly the front door open quickly, breaking Naomi's gaze, "Ah!" she calls happily, picking up Macy's scent in an instant. She bounces out into the main hall, tail wagging like a fan, "Welcome home sweetie!" she says, "how was you're...oh my god!! " she gasps as she sees what her wife looked like. Macy stood there, nude save for the waistband of the ruined undies, socks and shoes, hands clutched tightly over her breasts and vagina, her skin covered in dirt and leaves with sticks in her hair. Naomi starts panting hard, sweat and fear building, "Oh my god, are you ok?" she says softly, quickly rushing to her wife's side, getting her in and shutting the door behind them.

"Naomi, I'm fine" Macy says, giving a soft smile up at the wolf, "It's a long story, right now I just want a shower, and some dinner" she giggles, leaning into the taller woman's body.

Naomi sighs, rubbing her head, "Macy, what am I going to do with you" she mutters, giggling softly as she leans down and kisses Macy's cheek, "Yuck...we need to get you in that bath" she says, spitting out a leaf. The two women giggle down the hall, entering the bathroom together. A day she won't soon forget.