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"Wow-ee! I still can't believe it!" Lisa looked down at the glittering, gold medal that rested on her lap. It glittered so brightly against the backdrop of her denim jeans, the dark of the blue only enhancing the brilliance of the gold. The circumference of the gold circle filled up her cupped hands. Her blue eyes sparkled with delight at the sight of the perfectly shaped, rounded edges of the medallion. "It's just so... sparkly, so glittery! It's surely real gold!" she mused with awe.

The memory of receiving the medal was still so fresh in her mind. "It was an emotional day..." she mumbled, her eyes tipping up into the gray veil of her bangs falling into the very top of her realm of vision.

First, with such excitement and competition. She could still remember getting ready for the triathlon, shimmying her yellow basketball shorts up, up, up her long bare legs until the band snapped into place around her slender hips. Then, she yanked the tight fitting sports bra down over her head, arms flailing side to side as she tugged it down over the swell of her breasts. It had snagged on her nipples, which perked up in the air of the cool morning that rushed in through her opened window. With a snap, the bottom band of the bra fell into place, flattening her chest into a secured mound beneath her loose t-shirt before she headed out towards the door.

Side by side with Bert, she'd laced up her shoes, smack talk flashing between the two of them like warning shots before battle. Suddenly, like there'd barely been a minute of waiting, she remembered running. The wind whistled against her face and rushed through the tendrils of her hair, tied up into a ponytail. Her legs had pumped harder and harder, feet slamming into the floor while her tail whisked across the surface of the ground, just barely keeping from tripping her up with every stride.

But, everything had changed when Rob cheated, stealing Lisa's chance to win! "That jerk!" she hissed, just thinking of it.

Yet, here she was holding the medal. "It's all because of Bert..." She hugged the medal up to her chest, pressing it to her heart between the swell of her perky breasts. "He gave it to me! Declared me the true winner! Such a gentleman!"

Her eyes tipped up into the air, dreamily eyeing the empty space. Her mind starts to wander away from her memory of the race and instead towards Bert himself. The familiar gray shade of his fur burst to life in her mind's eye, merely a shade darker than her own coloring. His face bore the same raccoon's mask of dark gray rimming around his dark eyes while the bottom half was cast in pure white fur, like snow. His hands were dark gloves of fur, the same color as the socks on his feet and the dip-dye of his ears. However, his tail seemed to have been cast in entirely different shades. Unlike the light gray of his body, his tail was striped with black and alternating deep-tones of the darkest gray tone yet. "I wonder why he's so unique..." Lisa sighed to herself, one hand toying with a loose curl of hair that fell around the rim of her face.

Her daydream began to wander to Bert's favorite outfit, a loose fitting red sweater emblazoned with an oversized B across the front. "I bet that'd be so comfy," she murmured to herself, picturing her own body cast in the soft cotton with the hem spilling onto her otherwise naked thighs. Her hair spilled around her face in loose curls, freed from her iconic ponytail in a tousled, fresh from bed way that looks sexy, not sleepy. Her legs were toned, slim and faintly lined with her muscle from constant basketball games. Her perky breasts bounced with every step, loose and free beneath the borrowed sweater.

"Mmm-" she bit her lip, loosely starting to feel the familiar tingle between her thighs of rising lust.

"Being in heat always makes me so needy!" she muttered to herself, chuckling with a roll of her eyes as the warmth of her crotch blossomed. She felt the wetness starting to gather against the fabric of her tight, cotton panties pressing flush to her moistening cunt. She bit at her lip again, tugging lightly at the skin as her mind toyed with the idea of the familiar racoon boy's face.

"I have a while until dinner.... Maybe I'll just..." she paused, blushing even at the idea of saying it to herself. "I'll have some fun!" She flung her legs off the bed, plodding in bare feet across the room to tug her door shut till it latched before she meandered back to the bed. Her fingers grabbed onto the straps of her suspenders, shucking them off her shoulders so they dropped to her sides and dangled against her hips.

Her steps slowed, envisioning herself again with her hair loose and seductive while she undid the tie holding it now. A shake of her head free the soft, silken locks to fall around her face, pieces framing around the fur of her cheeks. Her fingers curled down into the waistband of her jeans, slowly peeling them down the curvy shape of her bubble butt before they dropped into a denim puddle on the floor.

Then, her shirt followed in a fluid swipe up her body to expose her flat stomach and the bouncing soft orbs of her breasts, nipples poking out into her thin bra. She undid the band, tossing it to the side before she grabbed for them, kneading them up together beneath her chin with a coo of delight at the sensation of her furred fingers massaging.

Last, she scooted up onto the bed, pushing pillows up to support her back as her hips writhed into the air. Already, a splotch of needy excitement darkened the crotch of her panties and stringing tendrils of liquid need between crotch and fabric as she pulled the garment down her thighs.

"Mmm.... Bert-" she murmured, eyes sinking shut as her fingers slipped down her body. Her fingertips sought out the heat of her sex and began to stroke up the line of her slit just as a sudden clamor came from her door, just before it popped open.

"Oh honey!" her mother's voice blurted, the windy rush of the door re-closing following as Lisa darted upright. "Mom! You're supposed to knock!" she shouted, cheeks coloring as her heart pounded into the cage of her ribs.

"I'm so sorry, hun! I understand! It's the season!" her mother murmured, understanding her daughter's predicament well. "I was a young raccoon once too!" she added, as an afterthought.

"Mom!" Lisa complained, though she honestly forgave her mother's intrusion though her cheeks still burned with a blush. She scrunched her legs up, pushing them down into her blanket and shucking it up to her pouting bottom lip, "Well, that ruined the mood!"

******

The following day, Lisa was no less horny. Her entire night, listening to the rustling sounds of the house, she couldn't stop thinking about her failed attempt at masturbating the day before. The sticky sensation of her panties plastering themselves to the glue of her leaking sex nagged at her as she laid down in the dim light of her bedroom.

Her eyes partially closed, mere slits beneath her eyelashes, she peered out at the shadows of her bedroom cast from the moon's light. "Everyone's probably sleeping..." she murmured to herself, momentarily biting at her lip with the tingling idea of sliding a hand down her belly to where all the heat of her body centered on her cunt. "I could get away with it..."

Yet, while she was sure that everyone was asleep, since the only sounds of the house were the faint creak of pipes working and the whistle of wind coming through barely opened windows, she couldn't shake a feeling of hesitation.

Fatigue wore down on her eyelids, pulling them shut while her mind wandered from her lustful daydreams to random, assorted thoughts. Flickering, briefly flashes of her mind's wandering blinked from the bouncing dribble of a basketball to the sudden jostling of her breasts, flesh tender as she raced after the escaping ball. She bit her lip, gnawing at the soft skin anxiously while her thighs twisted together beneath the sheets.

Every writhing motion tightened the pressure in her groin. She felt her heart starting to beat and pound in the velveteen lower lips that silently pleaded for touch. But, that nagging sensation of further disturbance after her mother's rude interaction won't leave her. So, finally and restlessly, she fell asleep with her panties slowly soaking through and the scent of need lingering in the air.

******

"Good morning, dear!" Lisa heard her mother chirp as she trudged into the kitchen. Her feet thunked with every step, a restless night sleep still weighing heavily on her shoulders as she yawned midway through the kitchen's doorway.

"...Mornin,' Mom-" she grumbled, eyes still following the ground as she walked.

"Bentley, Bert, and Cedric are going canoeing and fishing out at the lake today, so you'll have to find ways to entertain yourself," the nurturing raccoon continued. "Think you'll be able to or should I delay my appointment till the boys are back so I can do something with you?"

"The boys... will be gone?" Lisa thought to herself, her sleep fogged mind suddenly perking up at the realization of what that meant. Her mind filled with the familiar image of their clubhouse, the usual hang out of the entire group of youth. She could see its familiar grungy bunk beds layered with old cast aside comforters and quilts handed down from the main house out to the clubhouse. Her cheeks dotted with color at the thought, a twinge of heat already sparking in her groin. "N-no!" she blurted, realizing her mother was awaiting a response still. "I'll be good! You go, have fun, I'll just chill around, take a nap."

"Okay, honey..." her mother murmured, smiling coyly but shouldering her purse and heading towards the front door nonetheless. "You have fun, then."

Lisa plastered on a grin. "Thanks!" Then, she waited the mere minute it took her mother to latch the front door behind her before she grabbed a water bottle from the cupboard and hurriedly filled it with chunky, clinking ice cubes and a rush of water. She snatched a kitchen towel from beneath the sink, slinging it around her neck before she rushed up the steps for her drawstring basketball bag where she housed the things.

Within five minutes of getting the news of the boys' trip, Lisa was already headed towards the familiar clubhouse's beaten down path. "This is perfect!" she said, skipping up into the air as the cool breeze of mid-morning hit her face. Her skin had already begun to prickle with rising excitement. The lure of privacy, true uninterrupted privacy was nearly intoxicating. Her blood had already begun to race. She felt it rushing through her veins, starting to rush around her body in preparation. She could feel it waking her skin up, flushing it all with the heat of a pink sheen. Her chest began to glow with a presumptive blush before she cheeks filled in with a matching color within a few strides.

Every step exposed her crotch to the air, though still through the buffer of her jeans, but that extra degree of cool air still seemed to lick at the rising heat of her crotch with build temptation. Her mind was filling with flickering, flashing images. A plot began to form, a fantasy swirling through the fringes of her mind and rushing towards the center focus.

"Meet me at the clubhouse!" Bert whispered in her ear, his imagined voice a deeper replica of the true singsongy tune of his excited murmuring. She shivered at the idea, momentarily catching his eye to the side of the path in her mind's eye before she nodded. Her feet rushed up the path, hurrying to 'meet' him where he waited for her. "I can't wait to feel you..." she thought back to him. Her heart pounded, not from the quick motion, but from the rising arousal building between her thighs.

Yet another pair of panties was soaking beneath her jeans, every second wettening them further and plastering them in a second layer of cotton skin against her hot slit. By the time her palm slaps into the wood of the clubhouse door, she could smell herself in the air surrounding herself in a cloud.

The door thudded closed behind her with a rush of air. She spied the lowest bunk bed, a blanket sprawled over the otherwise naked mattress mused from whatever play happened here the day before. She bit her lip, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck prickling with excitement as her fingers found her jeans once again.

"Oh wait! Privacy!" she realized with a semi-coherent thought through her clouding lust. She stumbled towards the windows, yanking a ribbon to free down the curtains as sparse as they were. Then, she snagged some of the random, mostly flat objects in the cabin and leaned them against the windows until the light steadily petered out. "Hidden at last!"

She swiveled back to the bed. Her eyes locked onto her end point, envisioning a certain male raccoon reclining there watching her as her fingers wandered back to her hips. Her steps slowed and a faint, sashaying motion took over her hips. She flicked her ankle, kicking her shoes off against the bottom frame of the bed. They swung, subtlety side to side to a rhythm only in her head. Her fingers slid down into the band of her pants, shimmying them down slowly along the curvature of her body.

The fabric moved fluidly, escaping down the angle of her hips. Her bare, soft gray thighs fell into view within the dim light that snuck through the covered windows. The sinew of her slender, toned muscles showed vaguely through the downy soft fur. Her feet shuffled out from the pooling pile of denim, leaving her pants on the ground as she ran her hands up her nearly naked bottom half, briefly catching the side of her pure, white panties before she grabbed for the bottom hem of her t-shirt.

As it began to rise up the toned, flat expanse of her stomach she felt a tingling rush spark up the line of her spine. She pictured Bert was watching, eyeing the shape of her hips while she stepped closer and closer to him. She could almost feel his gaze on her stomach as the top rose to the underside of her breasts, revealing a glimpse of her bra before she released the shirt and it fluttered back down into place against her belly.

She paused her undressing here, loving how her breasts perked up beneath her chin with the lift of the underwire. Her fingers pressed into the soft flesh, massaging it down against the cup of her brassier. Already, she could feel the wetness within her panties plastering them to her. She leaked into them, spreading a splotch of dark gray across the crotch of the underwear, spreading with each passing second. She bit at her lip, cooing as she finally lounged down onto the bed, stretching out her legs.

Her fingertips rushed down the length of her stomach, fingering through the silky fur that coated her stomach in tufts of gray. Finally, her fingertips tucked down into the waistband of her panties, sliding down against the soft fur of her lower lips.

"Mmm..." she crooned, fingertips seeking out the hottest part of her slit as she began rubbing herself beneath the thin veil of her panties. Her fingers writhed beneath the fabric, starting to pump into her. Her finger shoved down into the opening of her cunt. She curled the digit, searching for the most sensitive patch on her inner walls.

"Ooh.... Bert..." she whimpered to herself, trying to imagine the young male pressing over top of her. Her thumb sought out the nub of her clit, starting to rub over the little bump in a repeating circling while her feet writhed against the bed. A moan blossomed against her lips, her excitement rising and building as she was finally able to satisfy her impatient need.

The walls of the clubhouse muffled her whimpered sounds as she started to twitch on the bed. Her hips bucked and shuddered while her fingers kept working beneath her panties. "Mmmph... Mmph!" she gasped, twitching and whimpering with building intensity. Her legs started working harder, thrashing within the confines of her panties until she finally gave a little cry and hook her hands down into the band.

"Off with these!" she mumbled, flinging them down off the length of her legs before the panties fell onto the bed in a crumbled pile. Her legs free, she spread them open wide. The heat of her sex suddenly felt a rushing chill as the air hit her bare, flushed skin. She pushed her heel into the wall, holding herself steady as her fingers started to work harder, pounding the digit into her. "B-Bert! Harder! Yes!" she moaned, bucking her hips up into her fingers as she imagined it was something much more that stretched her walls out. While one hand continued to writhe against her clit and the opening of her sex, her opposite hand rushed up her chest.

Grabbing a tight handful of her breast, she wriggled her fingers down into the line of her shirt till she felt bare skin beneath her touch. Twisting, whimpering to herself, she yanked her bra off from beneath her shirt, letting her grab onto the bare flesh of her tits. A finger started to rub over her nipple, working it up into a stiff nub of rosy pink. Her nearly naked body flashed against the backdrop of the dark bed. Her naked fur, the soft gray of its edges flashed against the comforters strewn over the bottom bunk of the bed.

In her bliss, the young raccoon girl was oblivious of what was stirring outside. In the distance, far on the fringe of the landscape visible through the covered windows of the clubhouse, dark clouds had begun to form. The gray swirled in the sky, starting to darken the previously glittering sunshine of the light reflecting in pale, fluffy clouds. Instead, she saw only the flickering of her dark eyelashes as her eyes hung half closed. Her fingers worked harder into her sex, pumping down into her. Twin digits curled, pushing into the opening of her sex until she thumped the hilt of her hand into herself with a echoing clap. Her other hand kept working over her breast. She cupped a hand beneath the soft tissue, kneading it up into the backdrop of her ribcage giving her something to work against. At the same time, her fingers tweaked the nipples, steadily rubbing them and circling around the stiffening and hardening nub. At the same time, while in real life she played with herself so vigorously, her mind began to envision an entirely new scene.

"Oh Bert..." she whispered, her cheeks flushed beneath the gray of her fur so that it glowed with a rosy pink. "How could I thank you for that kind, kind thing you did, giving me the medal?" she murmured, cheeks only coloring deeper as she peered up at the male raccoon who hovered over her. She could see the outline of his mouth, slightly puckered up into a smile.

She bit at her own lip, wondering what his lips would feel like against her own before she actually leaned up. Her back arched and pressed down into the bed as she pulled up towards him, thrusting her lips into his own.

She stumbled slightly, her lips dragging in from the corner of his mouth till they aligned over top of his own perfectly and she felt only to soft, smoothness of his warm lips pressing into her own. A tingle sparked down the length of her spine. She felt her blood start to race beneath the skin as Bert's lips moved from her own to her neck, nuzzling into the thick fur as his hands moved to her breasts. His hands grabbed onto the soft orbs of her tits, pulling her up to him and massaging the tender, supple skin. His nails toyed with the nub of her nipple, rubbing and teasing over it.

"Lisa, what do you want?" Bert whispered, his voice crooning into her ear. His voice was so much deeper when his bottom lip pressed in closer, skimming against her skin. It sent a tremor up her spine as he whispered into her ear.

She shivered, peeking up at him with a shy, yet sparkling excitement. She grabbed at his shirt, tugging him in closer to her body. "I want to feel you-" she flushed, hesitating as her sex clenched tightly around the fingers she had pumping inside of her. "I-I want to feel you inside of me."

Bert sent a hand down her side, caressing down the natural curvature of her body before he grabbed for her hips, guiding her body up against his own as her ground the bulging front of his pants up against her bare body. He could feel the wetness starting to soak against his bottoms while the heat radiating off her steadily warmed his front.

"You want me inside of you? Right now?" he grinned, a lopsided happy smile before he ground himself firmly against her lower lips. "In here?"

"Y-yes..." she whimpered, grabbing at his sides and tugging away the layers of remaining clothing. Her sex clenched, eagerly awaiting something inside of her as her lips sloppily found Bert's.

They were kissing, tangling their lips and limbs together as his cock escaped and ground into the soft fur of her thigh. It was silk against her hot flesh. He humped into her, grinding into her legs as a precursor to his tip finding her yawning, leaking, eager opening.

"Bert, stop teasing!" she moaned, pleading with him. Her fingers grabbed for him, pulling him tighter to her and just wanting to touch him any way she could. Her hips were bucking, grinding up to him until finally the first inch started to spread her open. Her mouth dropped open, forming a wanton O as she mewled out her delight.

"More! More! I want to feel all of it!" She bucked up to him, encouraging him as he slowly sunk himself down into her. Her walls clamped down on every inch, nearly stopping his motions as she groaned with glee. Her hips continued to thrash up to him, meeting him with every motion.

His hips started to piston into her, ass clenching as he worked all his muscles to pound himself into her, fueled by adolescent hormones as he tucked his chin above her shoulder and leaned fully atop the girl. His weight bore down on her, but Lisa felt nothing but glee at being squashed beneath Bert as he rammed himself into her. Her own legs, muscular and tensed with her twitching, tensed body flung up behind his back, bouncing in the air as she tried to cling onto him.

With every thrust she gasped out, moaning as his tip dug deeper into her, panting out her ragged breaths. "Yes! Yes!" she gasped out, moaning in loud, crescendoing bursts. Encouraged, he pounded himself into her harder. His balls slapped onto her furry ass with every thrust, the slap of them echoing within the cabin and repeating in a loop in her ears. She felt his precum leaking into her, slick and sloppy inside her leaking, horny cunt.

"Are you going to cum, Lisa? I want you to cum around me. I wanna feel-" Bert whispered, his voice raspy and rough in her ear. The command, the desire from him set her off. She felt her walls clamping, grabbing onto his cock inside her as wave after wave of pleasure began to hit her.

Her voice flared out in the room, howling as she came for him and squirted her juices out around his base.

"Ooooh! Yuh-es!" Lisa shouted, her eyes fluttering open from her fantasy as her orgasm did hit her. Her fingers were pistoning into her still, curled into a hard claw as she mashed at her g-spot, rubbing and pumping desperately as her orgasm crushed her in its grasp, milking out every second of pleasure before she just collapsed.

She let out a long breath, a shuddering and shaking moan as a wave of her liquid pleasure leaked out from her stretched cunt while her numb, wrinkled fingers fell off to the side. Her heartbeat pounded in her sex, beating in her lower lips.

"W-wow..." she whispered, vision foggy while her slowly began to come down from the mounted high she'd climbed. "T-that was hot."

Exhausted, utterly spent, she flopped back fully onto the blankets. Her hair, tinged with sweat in a dark rim around her forehead, splayed out against the backdrop of the ragged pillow of the clubhouse's bed. Her eyes were rolled back, a hazy look cast over her entire face, drooping her cheeks down while her eyes fluttered back in a long yawn. Her cheeks were flushed, still sticky with the sweat that stained her fur. The gray was glittering and dark around the edges of her face where her hair added to her flushed face.

Her lips yawned apart while her nose sucked in a needy breath. The entire room was a cloud of her scent. Her breath caught none of the usual salty, lingering smell of popcorn from snacking or the lingering rubber of piled up basketballs, instead it was only her rich, hazy smell of lust.

"Ah..." she sighed, a long breath out as all the tension escaped her body, from her shoulders down to her toes. Then, when she was no longer filling the room with her own noise of her ragged breathing and the creaking of the shaking bed, she could hear the rumbling of thunder coming from outside. "I-is it storming?" She rolled over in the bed, peering through one of the slats in her rugged covering of the windows to see the sky was darkening with filling clouds that began to gray while streaks of falling rain filled the backdrop of gray and white.

"Oh snap!" she gasped, propping herself up. "I gotta get home!" She reached out, searching blindly for the random pieces of her clothing that she knew were scattered somewhere. Her hands found nothing in the tousled, tangled blankets atop the bed. "Where are they!?" she gasped, suddenly jolting with a sudden thunking of footsteps.

"Oh God! Bert, Bentley, and Cedric!" she yelped, suddenly realizing their footsteps were getting closer!

"They must be coming in to get out of the storm!" Her eyes popped open wide, a terrified, doe-like expression lighting up her face. "What do I do!?" she gasped, suddenly panicking in a flurry of feelings. She flailed around, trying to find the shreds of her clothes in the bed, but by the time she gathered them all up, she had no way to escape as she heard the rattling of the door knob.

"God!" she yelped, throwing herself beneath the bunk bed in a scraping slide that ended with her firmly placed beneath the bed. She felt the cold texture of the wooden floors pressing into her bare ass just as the boys burst in through the doorway. At first, she could hear their voices staying in the front room, separate from where the bunk beds are stacked in the back bedroom: "Thank Gosh! Maybe they'll stay there just until the rain stops! Then they'll go back out for more fishing!"

"Wow! That was crazy! That fish was so big!"

"I know it was insane!"

"I can't believe you almost fell in!"

"And now I'm just wet anyways!"

"Hey, maybe there's some towels in the bedroom! Or blankets at least!"

Lisa's breath caught in her throat as she heard Cedric's voice growing louder as he headed towards the room. Her entire body stiffened, from her toes curling down stiffly as though to hide and the catch that locked her breath from escaping. She felt the individual slats of the wooden floor pressing into the flesh of her ass and the underside of the bed pressing into her nipples where they jutted up off her chest. At the same time, her sex was leaking still, slick with leftover juices that drip onto the floor and her thigh.

Her breath, shakily whispering out of her nose, still captured her scent thick in the air. "He's going to smell me for sure!" she thought, heart pounding in her chest. The entire situation was almost too much, the sudden intrusion, the trapped sensation of knowing her brother was not 10 meters from where she hid, utterly naked beneath the bed. Yet, in that same room, was Bert who she'd just came fantasizing about, the images clashed entirely only disturbing and fretting her further.

"I'll just grab some and then we can dry off!" Cedric called, pushing open the door into the bedroom with a creak of its hinge whining out, like a warning to Lisa that someone was nearing her hiding place, though she could even now see his feet stepping into the room from her low vantage point.

She held her breath, but she knew it wouldn't be noise that gave her away, but scent.

"Please don't smell me. Please don't smell me. Puh-lease!" she pleaded in her head, sending the hopeful wishes out into the universe in a mental chant. Her mind ran the message on a loop, hoping that perhaps if she just kept thinking her wish then it would come true and she wouldn't be found out.

She could feel her heart, hammering into her rib cage with each step Cedric took in closer and closer. He paused, right in the middle of the room with his nose turning up into the air before he gave a firm, audible testing sniff at the air. "Huh..." he mumbled, the scent confusing him.

Lisa's breath froze, hovering, not even a whisper coming from her nose. "Please, please, please, please-"

"Weird, very weird" he muttered, but his shoulders just shrugged before he stripped a blanket off the bed and carted it back out of the room.

As his footsteps led away, Lisa began to feel her heart steadily slowing until she could breath again. Every heave brushed her breasts into the hard wood of the underside of the bed, scraping against her tender nipples with a torturous zip up her spine every time.

"No" she hissed at her body. "No more for you!" she scowled, knowing that she wasn't safe yet at all. The noise of the boys all lingering in the clubhouse as the rain began to pound against the roof still filled the small cabin. "They might not leave for hours!"

She was hyper aware of the wood against her ass. She could almost feel the lines of the wood grain pressing into her butt, imprinting on the skin with each second she remained trapped there, imprinting its shape into her supple flesh through the covering layer of fur.

The rain pounded against the ceiling like falling bullets, hammering into the solid frame with a thunking, clunking clatter of every droplet diving amongst its brethren, attacking as a single force.

Time stretched to its slowest speed as though some force could manipulate the entire world. Lisa could feel every beat of her heart, distinctly slamming itself into her ribcage and then relaxing once again. She could feel all of her breaths leaving her lips, whispering out. With the passing seconds, the sweat on her flesh began to dry and the chill that followed strung across her forehead and down the center of her back. She didn't dare leaving her hidden spot with the boys still chumming it up in the other room.

"The fish was not that big! You're a liar!"

"It was that big! I'm a champion! The best fisherman there's ever been!"

"Psh! Lies!"

Listening to them through the walls, Lisa fingered at the buttons on her piled up clothes that covered her stomach from the growing chill in the air. She strained to hear their words, ensuring that they wouldn't burst back in here but at the same time, listening to them added to the strangeness of the entire situation.

For them, the day was so normal. They'd been fishing. They were laughing, arguing over who really caught the best and biggest fish. Cedric had captured the most on his line, but a whole slew of them were tiny, perches and dumbfounded babies who lunged at his bait. Bert, on the other hand, boasted only two massive catches that he demanded won him the title of the best fisherman! Normally, Lisa might be in the room with them, laughing along with them and rolling her eyes at her brother. Instead, she shuddered beneath the bed feeling the wood against her bare ass in a constant reminder of just how exposed she was. She could feel her breasts grazing to the underside of the bed with each of her deep, shuddering breaths. The sex continued to leak with the lingering mess of her masturbation, creating a drippy pool on the wood beneath her and centered between her thighs.

"Gosh... Are they ever going to leave?" she whispered to herself, not really making a sound though her mind was alight with excitement and anxiety. Her fantasy kept flashing back to her, reminding her that Bert was one of the voices just a mere walk away. How she longed to escape her hiding spot, yet at the same time she was dreading that very moment. "How will I get home before them? They'll ask where I was if I come in after! And if they get even a suggestion that I was here they might figure it out!"

"Wow! What is that smell?"

Lisa jerked up, nearly smacking her head at the sudden sound of a voice so close to her. "Oh God!" she thought, horror drained through her system. She suddenly heard the sharp thud of footsteps growing closer and closer.

"Someone must have been masturbating! It smells like sex!"

"Smells like pussy!"

"Who's?"

"Who would come here to masturbate!?"

"There's only one girl I know who'd do that!" Bert said, confidently, almost sneering from what Lisa heard of his tone.

"Gosh!" she thought, heart pounding in her chest as though the muscle was spasming.

"Who?" asked Bentley, dumbly.

"Well, Lisa! Duh! She's the only girl who even comes here!"

"When do you think... she did..?" Cedric asked, a bit of a twisted, disgusted tone starting to sneak into his words as he thought of her.

"Must have been today, it wouldn't linger that long."

"But we weren't even out for that long!"

She heard Bert give a short breath and her heart skipped. "He's seen me!" she realized with alarm, heart starting to pound before she felt a sudden hand grab for her ankle and tug her swiftly out from beneath the bed. Her furry body slipped easily across the wood surface so that with their swift yank, her entire nude body flew out into view. Her breasts bounced from the move, smacking up and back down in a perky little jig while her legs flailed, parting them and exposing her wet, leaking cunt to the three aghast boys. She could actually feel the air of the move against her sex, shooting a chill distinctly up her spine as she howl out an embarrassed, horrified squeak.

"Lisa!" Cedric gasped, while Bert met her eyes with a smirk. "Well, well!" he laughed, grinning at her. "Naughty girl!" She could feel all of their eyes on her, looking and staring at her bare nakedness. There was nothing she could do to stop the staring. She tried to use her piled up clothes like a shield to block her pussy, but then her breasts were on display. So she threw an arm across her tits and the bundled fabric atop her thighs, trying to hide.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I-I...." She couldn't find words. Her cheeks were on fire, just bright red with shame and shock at being caught. "I-I...I don't know!" she finally blurted.

"Well, I'm going to tell mom!" her snot of a brother blurted.

"No! You can't!"

Bert looked at Bentley and Cedric. "Why don't you two go get lost. I'll give Lisa a lesson!" They both looked at him, knowing he was so often the best at everything, why shouldn't he be the one to teach Lisa? They plodded out of the room, both taking one last burning look at the girl's naked cunt and breasts before they left her alone with Bert.

She stared at him, heart pounding. "What are you going to do?" she asked, bottom lip tremoring.

"I don't know. I can't believe you-" As they were talking, his eyes were wandering down to her naked sex. Her cheeks were just burning. She felt so exposed. He stepped closer to her, as though he was going to touch, instead he handed her a towel. "Cover up, I'll walk you home and you can tell your mom yourself."

"What?" she gasped.

"Well, you tell her or your brothers do. There's no stopping that."

"No way! No! I don't wanna get in trouble!" she snapped, a sudden fury grabbing her and making her snap at him.

"Fine!" Matching her intensity, he grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the bedroom, dragging her in stumbling steps towards the door. She felt all the eyes again before they were suddenly outside. Bert held her arm firmly, pulling her down the path towards the house. Her bare breasts were bouncing, flopping in the air while the chill kissed her pussy. She could feel each step bringing them back into the neighborhood. Suddenly, they burst out from the trees. She saw every window in the neighborhood. She could count the eyes that must've been seeing her. Her heart started faster, pounding and racing before she spotted a neighbor in his garage, tinkering before he turned to see her. She gasped, shame flushing her face again.

"Bert! Come on! Let me cover up!"

"Then, who's going to believe me that we found you like this?! Huh!?" She was shuddering, so shocked and embarrassed she could scream. She started to yank at his arm, trying to cover herself before, with a jolt her eyes popped open.

The dim darkness of the under side of the bed flooded her eyes. She smacked her forehead, in her flailing, against the frame of the mattress. "W-what?"

"I fell asleep!" she cursed, realizing how much her orgasm had drained her. "I'm losing my mind!" She gasped, shaking her head as she peeked out from beneath the bed, listening for the boys only to hear them still argueing in the other room. "They're still here!"

She was fretting, trapped with only her mind and her discomfort as the seconds ticked by, minute after minute stretching on endlessly until finally the pounding of the rain had petered off.

"Hey!" the boys cheered out together at the sight of the clearing sky. "It stopped!"

"Let's go to Bentley's!"

"Yeahh!" They all agreed, the clamor of them preparing to leave shortly following while Lisa's entire body went into overdrive. She focused on her ears only, barely breathing until the door slammed shut and she leapt into action.

She peeled her body out from beneath the bed. Catching a glimpse of her reflection, she saw the lines of the floor captured on the canvas of her bare ass creasing through the fur. Her eyes popped open wider with a bright blush coating her face. Her breasts jostled against her chest while she felt the matted fur of her thighs kissing together, grimy with what was left of her earlier session now starting to dry into the fur completely and locking the fur down in a tangled mess.

"I gotta get back before them!" she muttered sharply, pulling her shirt over her head without her bra and stumbling down into her panties before she jammed her feet right into her shoes. "I don't have time for all this other stuff!" Her hands fumbled, shaking as she tugged open her backpack and forced the crumpled mass of her jeans and suspenders down into the depth of the cloth sack before her bra folded in on top. Already, her sex was dripping into the cotton once more, adding to the dried patch she'd left before.

"Gotta go, gotta go!" she muttered, throwing her backpack over her shoulder she rushed out towards the front door. Cracking it open, the cool air hit her in a rush. Goosebumps broke out along her legs, hidden beneath the fur while her near nudity really hit her. "I hope no one sees!" she thought, furtively glancing around before she sucked in a breath and lunged out into the cold air.

Her feet landed down onto the soaked ground, instantly hearing the distinct squelch of rain-soaked dirt turned to mud as she began to race down the beaten path, verging into the bushes quickly for a familiar, but rough shortcut home. "If I take this, I'll make it in time!" she assured herself as the shortcut opened in front of her. The ground was looser on this path, barely even a path really. Her eyes swam around madly, trying to watch the ground for where her feet would fall and keep watch for the boys or anyone else to spot her racing through the woods in just her top and knickers. She could feel the air whistling around her bare thighs, sending shivers and a strange, alien form of excitement coursing up her spine at the same time.

With each foot, the path only grew rougher. The ground, slick with water, had begun to turn to muck beneath her feet while the brush thickened all around her until the branches were really clawing at her fur. Tufts of the downy, pale gray stuck and clung to the fingers of the undergrowth until, with a yowl, she felt a branch scrape against her ass, tearing out the seam of her panties.

Cold air rushed out against her exposed sex. She could feel the wind licking against her lower lips, almost seductive, molesting her with the bite of its chill. "Oh no!" the girl cried out, flushing an even brighter shade of red as her legs struggled to escape the brambles. She knew she didn't have time to stop on dig her jeans out from her bag, instead she just continued racing forward, trying to make it home to safety and privacy before anyone spotted her. Every racing step meant her legs threw open wide, spreading herself open to the air and exposing her leaky, young cunt to the air while the shredded flap of her panties fluttered behind her naked ass in a flag of shame.

"Gosh! This is terrible!" she yelped quietly, cursing beneath her breath as she fell out through the grabbing hands of the brush only to slip on a track of watery mud that sent her flying through the air. Her knees hit the ground first, splattering mud onto her shirt and across the entire expanse of her thighs. Whimpering with her bottom lip quivering, Lisa rolled backwards, hands dragging through the thick muck as she clawed herself upright again. Her cheeks were burning with red, certain someone must have spotted her misfortune as she made this arduous journey.

She made it upright though her body was streaked with the brown paint of the earthy path now. Her thighs were covered in a splattered spray while her chest took a full, splash in the center, leaking down to her belly and soaking in so she felt the cold wetness on her tits beneath. Her nipples were hardening in response, freezing beneath the chilled kiss of the splattered rain water.

"I'll be in trouble! Oh! So stupid!" she wanted to scream. Her body was shuddering, cold and messy. "I'll be caught and ashamed and in trouble!"

Seething and stumbling, she raced the final stretch home with her feet slipping with every step until finally she saw the shape of her house in front of her.

Like a criminal, she glanced around with every step checking and re-checking for anyone around to spot her as she thundered in through the front door, but no one called out any greeting.

"I beat them back! I'm safe!" she shouted with delight, wasting no time in stopping at the door before she tiptoed her way up the steps, experting controlling the dripping of her muddy self until she go to the bathroom. She slammed the door shut behind her, sealing her off from the world before she collapsed.

The young raccoon crumpled onto the chilled tiled floor in a heap. Her limbs just splayed out around her, tossed aside like she was a doll at the end of playtime. Every muscle felt drained. Her wrist throbbed, ankle ached, and her legs burned. Her ears seemed to be ringing while her temples pulsed with a building headache.

"I've never been so tired..." she thought to herself, barely blinking as she stared down at herself. Her breasts were perfectly captured beneath the thin layer of her soaked top. The muddy water had fully flattened her top down against her skin, creating merely a second layer of cotton flesh around the perky, supple orbs. Her nipples jabbed into the fabric, hard nubs brought out by the cold.

Her panties hung off her body in shreds, fully exposing the velveteen fuzz of her sex with her engorged clit peeking out from between the two lower lips and the matted mess of her orgasms still plainly captured in her fur.

Muddy splotches painted her body with a giraffe pattern of thick globs and a splatter of a gunshot. She felt animalistic, criminal having snuck off to pleasure herself and then nearly being caught. Her cheeks seemed to be stained red with the blush on her face.

"I guess.... I should clean up..." With a tremor in her knees, the girl stood back up leaving an imprint of her body on the floor. "And that up too..." she paused, grabbing some rags from the sink as she bent at the waist to wipe up her first mess. Her butt lifted up into the air, the smooth curvature rounding up in the private space of the bathroom with her pussy lips peeking out from between the frame of her thighs as she smoothed the tiles clean once more.

Then, unceremoniously, she yanked her panties off her frame with a firm tug to just tear them sloppily off from her body before she shoved them into the trash can. She paused, briefly as her fingers struggled to grab hold of her shirt hem where it was plastered to her slender frame. Once she'd writhed her fingers beneath the damp hem, she peeled it upwards, unveiling her body from beneath. Her breasts jostled together, bouncing out into the air as she turned to start up the shower.

With a crank, the water sputtered on with its first icy spray. Lisa flinched back, pausing just enough for it to start heating up before she lifted a leg to step in just as the door- forgotten and unlocked- swung inwards and open to reveal Bert standing within its frame.

The young male raccoon froze. His feet cemented to their place on the exact line where the carpet of the hall met to the tile of the bathroom in a sealing seam. His eyes bulged open wide, as though swelled with the sight of what he was beholding.

Equally rooted into her dynamic position, Lisa's breath hitched in her throat. She'd made it so far, escaped so many opportunities to be spotted, captured only to have failed in the final task of locking the bathroom door. Her body was utterly naked. Not a shred of clothing covered her bare fur. Her ass jutted into the air, pushing out by her lifted leg. Mud was streaked onto the nude cheek, acting like a sign that read: "She was outside NAKED!"

Between her thighs, framed in the heart shape of her backside and ass, her pussy lips puffed out together in a perfect view exposed by her half-step position. The gray of her fur faded to the palest shade there, making the pink of her inner folds truly pop against the soft backdrop. Her eyes were huge, shocked circles as her mouth hung open.

Bert didn't blink for a minute. His gaze was assaulted, shocked by the sudden sight of her breasts jutting out into the air, nipples hard and perky. His nose too twitched at the air, catching the faint scent of her leaking juices still in the air.

He didn't know what to do.

He couldn't even compute it.

Lisa's mouth dropped open, and out flew a hollering, howling scream that seemed to echo through the entire forest.