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~ Mating Season ~

Written By Whimsical Squirrel

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Four females panted, shrouded in the shadow of the enormous tree. Everbrook forest was rife with towering trees just like this, many of which teemed with life, squirrels just like the four girls, making homes and taking shelter within the branches or even within the hollowed out trunks. Today, however, there would be no refuge.

"I can't...believe this is happening," gasped Sera, her pure, white fur reflecting whatever points of sunlight could penetrate the canopy up above. She looked into the depths of the woods. As always, the sounds of chittering, squeaking, chirping, the sounds of their own. But was it them...?

"Far removed from the spats over territory and food," remarked Arelli. She stayed low with the others, the red-furred female trying to work out the group's next move. It would be hard for the four of them to stay out of sight but they would be found soon if they didn't stay on the move.

Nearby, the timid Lo took in quick, panicked breaths, her bright blue eyes wide and attentive, searching for any signs of danger from all directions. She remained silent, having little to add and nothing to suggest. Her coat was a lighter shade of brown than the female who knelt beside her, a female known for always having words to say.

"I've never seen the animals this organized," commented Feyla. She ran a paw over her striking, emerald eyes, shaking her head. "I would be surprised if the hungering fools could last the rest of the day without at least one of them dashing into a tree."

The girls huddled close, watching their flanks as they each caught their breath. The ambush was unexpected. The bucks came through the trees, a hungry look in their eyes. Arelli was most struck by the eagerness upon their faces, bearing their incisors as the excitable males approached their lifelong, female rivals. Lo bit her lip. For her, it was their bodies, shaped by a lifetime among the trees. Thick arms and thighs, the slightly protruding yet toned bellies of the bucks who had been eating well. Her petite body wouldn't last long beneath one of theirs. Some other buck would likely be gentle, but the ones that she and her friends had spent their lives quarreling with? They would be looking for complete domination, profound humiliation, and that one, ultimate victory that the four girls would never live down.

"Listen," began Arelli, motioning for her friends to gather closer. "I think I have a plan."

"Don't give them undue credit," interrupted Feyla with a flick of her boisterous tail. "I'm not sure Azel and the boys are a group one has to plan for."

"Let her finish," insisted Sera, her icy-blue eyes darting around for any hint of the bucks. "I certainly don't want to end up stuck upon Harkrel or that loon Rovio because we just ran around, aimlessly."

"I think we should try to make it to the river," continued Arelli, earning dubious stares from the rest of the group, including Sera who immediately questioned the plan.

"You think we are safer in the Grey's territory?"

"It isn't ideal," admitted Arelli, grooming over her whiskers, "but the grey bucks won't be pursuing us...and most of them are decent enough to save their aggression for our bucks."

"Most?" Lo wasn't exactly at ease.

"Besides," continued Arelli, "among them, only Harkrel is a true warrior. I would wager that the other boys wouldn't pursue us into hostile territory."

"Would you wager your body on it," retorted Feyla, raising a brow.

"It is either that or we'll spend the remainder of the breeding season trying to hide from them among our own territory."

"Why not run for neutral grounds," suggested Sera as her ears perked at the surrounding sounds.

"What would stop them from chasing us out there," questioned Arelli, looking over her shoulder. "Besides, if they were to catch us, they would need some time to...." The female squirrel's red fur hid the blush from beneath her coat. "In any case...they can't just do it in rival territory."

Feyla shook her head. "Yet you expect us to wait out the season there?"

"Not in the open. We have to head North. To the falls." Arelli turned toward Feyla, nodding in her direction. "Do you remember?"

The brown-furred squirrel pondered for a moment. "The cave. Goodness, I haven't been there in ages. Is it still there? Unclaimed?"

"From what I understand, it's a disputed area, for those who know of it, at least. That it sits right on the river may prevent the bucks of risking going there, especially if we can get there without them seeing us. If it is free, we can hunker down in there during the nights. Close enough to the Grey territory to escape the boys, but close enough to our own should an incident take place with the Greys."

The other three girls exchanged looks.

"I guess we can try. It's not like we can just head back to our camp."

"I just...can't believe my first season is happening like this," lamented Lo with a nervous squeak.

"It's not too different from Arelli and I," noted Sera. "We didn't partake in our first."

"Maybe it was all the years of dealing with these fools in particular," reasoned Arelli with a flick of her ears. "It wouldn't have surprised me if they tried something similar last year, when most of us were ready. Felt easier to just sit out, away from all the noise and lust."

"We were right to do so," nodded Sera. "Your fur makes you a coveted mate but at least you can still somewhat camouflage with the forest. No matter where I go, males notice my coat. Amorous bucks on all sides, wanting and touching. Mine is a rare breed. I have no interest in giving myself away to just any brute. As far as I was concerned they were all disqualified."

Feyla shook her head. "You missed very little. Perhaps some mythical buck knows how to treat a doe, but it seems the experienced ones have...agreements with their longtime suiters. The rest of us are left with the new boys. In two seasons I gave two males their chance. They thrust away with reckless abandon, a dazed look in their eyes. It is just as well that we produced no results."

"It must have been hard," suggested Lo, trying to keep quiet. "If you were in season...then the look and smell of bucks must have...well...."

"It's better to trust a doe to know how to treat a doe," chirped Sera, giving an affectionate look toward Arelli. "Despite traditions, we don't need males to sate ourselves. Especially when they've only got one, boring method."

"Focus, girls," reminded Arelli, continuing her plan. "We have a ways to go until the falls."

"Can we really make it all the way there," questioned Sera, looking once more for the bucks. "We are already outnumbered. We were before today, with Azel, Gavriel, Fen, Hilk, Harkrel, and Rovio. But did you notice? There were at least two more among them when they ambushed us."

"Yet another reason we preferred to sit out," recalled Arelli. "Even if the other bucks aren't a part of their 'club,' they are all too willing to befriend those beasts."

Lo fidgeted with her fingers. "Fen doesn't seem so bad...."

"He's new to their group," reasoned Feyla. "Give him time, he'll be as insufferable as the rest. A damn shame, though. He is quite cute. But young...probably no better of a performer than the bucks I have already tried."

"Listen, I have a relative, Teya, who nests about halfway between here and the falls," explained Arelli, lowering her voice. "She is slightly out of the way but it's probably for the best. Her nest is among the trees. If we head straight for the river, we'll spend most of the time in the clearings, there. We would be much easier to spot. We should head North and slightly to the West. Once we've reached her nest, we can hide there for a while, wait and see if the boys pass. From there we can head to the falls."

"We had better pick up any berries or nuts we can find on the way there," suggested Feyla. "If we're going to be hiding until the end of the season we're going to need it. Starving to death is only slightly preferable to getting stuck on those brutes."

Arelli nodded. "Let's move. If we stay here too long, none of it's going to matter."

The red furred female rose and turned to lead the girls away, all of whom let out startled squeaks and chitters as Rovio dashed out from his obscured position. The male looked at the group of girls with a hungry eagerness. Before the females could react, they snapped their view in the other direction, where Harkrel would reveal himself. The immensely sized warrior focused his stare onto Feyla, a calm yet focused look which inflamed the female's nerves.

"Run!" squeaked Arelli, taking off at full speed away from there. Her three peers followed, the heavy pounding of pursuing, male feet coming from behind. Now more bucks would reveal their positions, emerging from the bushes and trees to give chase to their escaping mates. Arelli swerved and dodged the bucks who attempted to ambush her from the front while Feyla held no qualms with simply shoving past the males who came too close.

Sera leapt onto the trunk of a large tree, scaling as quickly as her natural ability allowed. She had just grasped the lowest branch when she felt a hard tug at her right leg. The snow-furred female looked down to see Rovio, the rambunctious buck trying to pull her back down. His sharp incisors peeked out of his open mouth, the male always known for his excitable ways.

Sera kicked at the wanting buck, striking his muscular shoulder, desperate to loosen his grip.

"Get off!"

"My body has never ached like this before," chirped Rovio, fighting to retain his grip. "Can you not see that only yours can alleviate me?"

"No!"

With a final, powerful thrust of her leg, Sera broke free, scrambling up to toward the canopy, pieces of bark flaking off as she clawed her way up. Her tantalizing, white tail fluttered behind as she scurried across the branches, succeeding in putting distance between herself and Rovio.

On the ground, Arelli squeaked and thrashed about. Azel held her tight from behind, the two squirrels remaining in a standing position as Azel did his best to change that. The male tugged at Arelli's cloth, loosening the ties a bit as they tussled.

"If you were any easier to catch, the forest would already be rife with our offspring," grunted Azel, his warm breath blowing into her ear as he spoke.

"Don't touch me!" screeched the red-furred doe, unable to free herself from his grasp. She felt his paws slipping past her cloth as he whispered to her once more.

"You're going to remember this for the rest of your life."

Azel began to tug at his own cloth, the perceived leader of the males preparing to claim his dominance over his female counterpart. His ears perked at the sound of Feyla's voice.

"Get off of her!"

Feyla bowled herself as fast as she could into Azel's side, sending herself and Arelli to the ground. Azel would land on his knees and paws, looking up in enough time to see his red-furred prey dashing off. Beside him, Feyla remained disoriented, having taken much of the impact. Arelli might have run off, but this one could make for a decent consolation. The green-eyed buck crawled over to take hold of the female, who shoved him back with unexpected suddenness. Feyla began to rise but let out a chirp as she felt that warm weight fall upon her.

Rovio and Hilk piled atop Feyla, riding atop the frisky female, trying to subdue her.

"Ugh! Damn beasts! Get off!"

Arelli stopped and turned toward the sight, watching as the males began to drag Feyla away. The captured female dug her claws into the soil, scratching marks into the ground as they took her. Arelli tentatively stepped forward, unsure of what to do. Azel watched in amusement before turning to meet eyes with Arelli. He raised a brow, his expression daring her to come to her friend's rescue. Feyla would stop her before she could decide.

"Just...go," urged Feyla as she disappeared into the trees and bushes. "Run! Don't worry about me, I've done this befor-"

"Enough talk," Hilk grunted, covering the female's muzzle as the boys yanked her out of view, into the endless green.

"Feyla," Arelli said in a shaky whisper, now only able to hear her friend as she cursed and squeaked.

"You heard her," squeaked Sera from the branches above. "Run! We can't help her."

"But - "

"Every female for herself," panted Sera, stopping on a branch to catch her breath.

"We need to stick together to have a chance at this...where's Lo?"

"Forget her," squeaked the white squirrel, going on the move again. "They're coming!"

"Wait!"

Sera dashed off on her own. Her stubbornness would cost her, Arelli thought as she dashed into nearby shrubs. As expected, more strong-bodied males came running by, but for now managed to miss her hiding there, turning and disappearing into the forest. Azel and his gang had clearly recruited more bucks to help them with this, Arelli barely recognizing some of these boys. Their animal lust, however, was easy to identify. A small squeak toward her right caught Arelli's attention, where she could see a familiar face in a nearby bush. Arelli stayed low as she approached the shaking female.

"Are they gone," asked Lo, her eyes darting in all directions.

"Not for long," chittered Arelli, looking over her shoulder. "Stay close. I'll get you out of this."

"You've been complaining for quite some time about the performance of previous males," recalled Hilk, the buck who held Feyla along with Rovio. Azel followed behind, eager to ensure the female was properly taken care of.

"So we have prepared something special for you," added Rovio, looking down eagerly to the female in his arms.

The feisty doe would suspend her struggles long enough for a short gasp, as the males who carried her stopped in front of the enormous body of Harkrel. The soft-spoken warrior pressed his paws onto his hips, giving the female that same look he had given her before. The spikes which pierced his ears denoted his warror status, along with the dressing he work around his neck, adorned with various, colorful feathers.

"Harkrel believes he can rekindle your appreciation of the male body."

Feyla continued to squirm and protest, the female having no interest in trying her luck against the buck with this kind of size advantage.

"Where do you want her?"

"Right here is fine," answered the warrior buck, pulling the string of his cloth.

The heft the cloth seemed to be carrying between his legs appeared substantial from the outside, but Feyla's eyes still widened when it was pulled away and tossed aside, revealing the thickness underneath. Unfortunately for her, Harkrel's penis appeared to be very much proportional to the rest of his immense size. She knew she stood no chance against this thing.

Harkrel lowered himself to the ground, his muscular back lying against a tree. He stroked himself just a bit, urging his malehood to become fully erect, before motioning toward it, beckoning his male peers to apply the female.

"No biting," grumbled Hilk as they passed Feyla down to Harkrel. The large buck immediately wrapped his thick arms around her body, holding her back to his front side and restraining the squirming doe as he tore away her own cloth. Feyla squeaked at the sudden exposure, intensifying her thrashing, but against a trained warrior of this size, even a single arm was enough to keep her in place as his free paw grasped around the girth of his penis, guiding it between her legs. The warm tip of it rubbed against her entrance, making the female draw in a sharp breath.

"No, damn it...!"

Despite her smaller size, Harkrel couldn't help but be impressed with her resistance, the male struggling to slip into her body. The fur here felt lovely as it petted his fleshed, even if he was unable to enter. Rovio bit his lip, the warm feeling of arousal blooming in his body as he watched the two squirrels partake in this erotic wrestling match.

"I trust you boys will handle this," chirped Azel, grooming over his whiskers. "I have a hunt to finish."

Rovio and Hilk nodded as their leader disappeared back into the trees. The two randy bucks had no interest in looking away from the show before them, standing over the volatile couple as they continued to tussle.

"F-forget it," spat Feyla in labored breath, continuing to fight against the attempted invasion of her body. "It's too big. You'd best find another...overgrown ogre like you if you're looking for some place to put it!"

"Every doe says that," Harkrel said, softly. "It surprises me how females do not know how accommodating their own bodies can be."

The warrior's fingers left the flesh between his legs, slipping between the female's thighs. Feyla gasped at the feeling of Harkrel's thin-furred fingers rubbing over her most sensitive, feminine spot. She squirmed and kicked but it did nothing to stop his paw from spinning and poking, rubbing and pressing. He could feel that her in-season body was already moist but a little more couldn't hurt, he was, after wall, quite girthy. With her guard down, Harkrel attempted to sneak his erect maleness past her folds, but the alert female would curse and kick and writhe, prompting him to continue working his paw between her legs.

"This only serves to tire you," reminded Harkrel, calmly swaying his tail. "If you wish to make this a battle of stamina...so be it."

Feyla continued to squirm, continued to struggle, continued to fight. She could feel her heartrate increasing, she could feel her breaths becoming shallow. It seemed unfathomable that she could beat him. But it was her only chance. If she ever had one.

She wriggled. She fought. All she could do was keep fighting it.

Arelli and Lo crawled on all fours, using the length of a downed tree and the shrubs which grew near it as cover. The red-furred female motioned for the younger doe to stay behind her as she peeked out from the end of the log. Not too far ahead she laid eyes on the toned back of one of the bucks, his tail flicking behind him. There was something about it, a feeling, a tingle, the sight of these strapping young bucks in context of being hunted, being chased down like this, to be forced to feel the male body in a way she, up to now, had never wanted to. She couldn't be sure about the others, but Arelli's mind was strong enough to overcome the baser urges of her body during the season. The cheap thrill of physical pleasure wasn't worth giving these brutes the satisfaction, that ultimate victory they sought, today.

Arelli crawled slightly forward for a better view of the situation, a twig snapping under the weight of her paw. Immediately, the red-furred doe darted back behind the log just as the male's head snapped in the direction of the sound. His anticipation at peak, the male untied and tossed away his cloth, revealing the rigidness of his excitement.

"Damn," whispered Arelli, hunkering as low to the ground as she could. "Get ready to run...."

Lo fidgeted in panic at the sound of the male's steps growing closer. She braced herself to bolt out of there, hoping Arelli had another plan.

The buck approached the log, certain he would find what he was looking for there. He chittered in anticipation. This was it. Then, a loud snap.

A branch from above and a flash of whiteness fell toward the ground, startling the male. Sera rolled with natural agility, absorbing the impact of the fall. It was a cruel turn of fortunes, the weak branch giving way but Sera had little time to consider that, the buck immediately launching himself at her. She dodged his lunge, darting off into the woods, hearing the buck following closely behind.

Arelli let out a breath. It was a bittersweet stroke of good luck. She turned toward Lo.

"Let's go."

With paws on their hips, Hilk and Rovio looked on as the female slowly kicked out her legs, watched her pant as she tried to squeeze out of his grasp. Feyla's chest burned with fatigue, having spent the last several moments straining her body in a fruitless effort to escape Harkrel's grasp. By now she was as moist as she was going to get, Harkrel turning his attention to himself, waiting out her struggling by licking his paw and stroking it over himself for added lubrication.

She gasped for air, her movements growing weaker as the remaining energy left her body. Her only consolation was that she had given literally everything she had, and even with nothing left, continued to move in any way she could, however useless. Harkrel looked on calmly as he always did, still lounging against the tree with Feyla held firmly against his body in this belly-to-back position. The warrior could see that the female's evasive efforts had neared their end.

Feyla knew she was in trouble, his grasp was so tight. With one arm he had managed to pin her right arm to his body and grasp her left wrist with his paw. It was humbling to so easily lose control of your own body but this was the obvious result of the much smaller female crossing paths with a trained warrior. Only her legs could move and weak kicks and shuffles were all she could offer. Squeaky breaths continued to leave her throat, including one more sharp gasp as she felt it again, Harkrel holding her waist tight, the fingers of his free paw wrapped around his length, and the tip pressing into her. Long since fatigued, her stunted movements offered no significant obstacles as Harkrel worked it in, finding just a little resistance as the girth of his erect flesh attempted to penetrate into the smaller canal. He could feel the wetness here so it was just a matter of technique.

"No...!"

Feyla gritted her teeth as Harkrel pushed firmly against her opening, poking his penis in and out, rubbing it back and forth to push past that first inch or so. Her body tingled as the tip disappeared beyond her furred skin, pulling out in the smallest increments in order to be pushed in just a little further. It was an unreal sensation as the huge buck's hips came further forward, relinquishing more ground, then further yet, his penis making its methodical penetration into the depths of her femininity. The buck had been right, she never realized she would stretch so far to take him in, a fact she was horrified to learn here.

"There we go," whispered Harkrel in an almost soothing voice.

"Agh...god...!"

Rovio couldn't help it. His paw slid over the bulge forming beneath his cloth. It was an incredible sight, this sharp tongued female whimpering in submission as Harkrel pushed in the last few inches in one slow yet powerful thrust. The warrior wasn't one to act frantically, his first rhythmic thrusts mild and thoughtful, getting a feel for the space within Feyla's body.

She had never felt anything like this before. The shear girth of this massive...thing inside of her, it overwhelmed her biologically receptive body and toyed with her resistant will. Harkrel's hot breath fluttered the fur on her neck. What an experience. She would never live this down.

"Mm...damn it...!"

Feyla shuddered, feeling herself blush beneath her fur. She was made to lay across the body of Harkrel as she took this, as if the buck were a bed for her, although his body was harder than any bed she had slept in.

Rovio continued to rub his paw over his cloth until he felt Hilk's paw on his arm, urging him to cease.

"Stop," suggested Hilk before looking out toward the rest of the forest. "Save it for the right one."

"You are right," nodded Rovio, reluctantly pulling his paw away from himself. He nodded toward Harkrel, still pumping in and out of Feyla. "You seem to have her under control. We trust you can finish this yourself? I must get back to the chase...I need a female, badly."

Harkrel nodded without looking away from the female in his grasp. "She is not going anywhere."

"Bring her to the Club when you have finished," reminded Hilk, before the two males went back to the fray.

Feyla managed to wriggle an arm free, reaching out desperately to whatever she could grip, pulling dirt and grass out from the ground. She reached up, feeling the side of Harkrel's head, belligerently pulling on his fur and ear. As soon as she did this the buck's thrusts became fierce, his tree-like penis slamming relentlessly into her insides over and over again, the force enough to make his white-furred scrotum slap her groin for just the slightest addition of humiliation. The tough doe's curses and annoyed groans quickly became high pitched squeaks and whimpers at the feeling.

"Oh...! Agh...eek!"

Feyla released her hold on the male's ear, though Harkrel continued to slap into her for a few more seconds before slowing down to a gentler pace.

"Behave."

Arelli surveyed the area from the treetop, surveying the area below. The bucks were everywhere, their sounds and smells permeating the air. This wasn't an ideal place to be, easy to be cornered, but she needed to get her bearings and from atop this hill, this tree was a great place to scan her golden eyes over the land. Lo hunkered down on a branch below, waiting for Arelli to lead the way. They had moved closer to their checkpoint, and Arelli was confident that if they remained cautious and smart, they would make it. As bittersweet as it was, Sera running around aimlessly out there would probably serve as an ideal distraction. Arelli didn't wish to see her friend fall victim to the male body but the white-furred squirrel had abandoned the plan, putting all of the females at risk. Of course, Arelli couldn't help but feel enticed by that same brash independence, it was part of Sera's charm along with her angelic beauty. Indeed, it was a conflict. If they could catch up to her again before this was over, Arelli would likely give her a lick on the cheek and a bop between the ears.

"It's clear this way," Arelli nodded, speaking just above a whisper. "Let's climb down...if they corner us up here, we're finished."

"Okay," agreed Lo with uncertainty, joining the red-furred female as they climbed down toward the ground.

Once back upon the twigs and leaves of the flat ground, Arelli peaked beyond the trunk of the tree. It all seemed safe. She motioned for Lo to follow as she trotted out of hiding.

"Arelli, watch out!"

The red-furred female turned just in time to see a big, brown body flying at her. She was tackled to the ground, disoriented by the impact. Upon gathering herself, she looked up to see Rovio straddling her. Arelli squeaked and squirmed beneath him, the male pinning down her arms, his face unable to hide his excitement. He released one of her arms only long enough to pull away his cloth, his erect penis seeming to spring up from beneath it. The warmth of his fursac and erect maleness resting upon her belly and chest was embarrassing, but she put it out of her mind to continue fighting, trying to push the male off of her. It was no use, he was simply too powerful. Rovio shifted down her body, looking to sneak himself between her legs and finish this.

"Stop it!" Lo screeched as she bowled directly into the male. The unexpected force knocked him off of Arelli, sending the male rolling down the incline. He tried to catch himself but the hill's angle proved too steep, sending him further down, his conquest over Arelli slipping through his fingers.

"Come on," chittered Lo, helping up Arelli as the two sprinted away from the area.

"Thank you so much," gasped Arelli as she ran.

"I know you'll do the same for me," replied Lo, the two females making their escape.

It was unsurprising to anybody who knew her that Feyla had been unable to "behave" as requested. As the world bounced up and down before her, she had plenty of time to reflect on her decision to test a male with this kind of strength. Her belligerence had done nothing to dislodge the mammoth penis from inside of her, indicative of the way her entire body was embarrassingly ridden on and off of it over and over again. Despite the warnings she had continued to kick and scratch and claw and bite, prompting Harkrel to expand upon his original goal of simply impregnating the doe, into leaving her absolutely humbled in the process. With his large arms wrapped beneath her thighs, lifting them high where he planted his paws behind her neck, what he had declared earlier was undoubtedly true; Feyla was not going anywhere.

Her curses and moans escaped her thoat in an almost perfect rhythm, syncronized with every time the buck shoved her back down onto his penis.

"Agh...! Ogh...! Mm...! Damn...! Ugh...! God...! Hugh...!"

Harkrel grunted and panted into the fur on her neck, showing her the lengths of his stamina with every repeated bend of his knees and buck of his hips. His ears tingled at the hiss-like sound of Feyla's strained breaths passing through her gritted teeth. The explosive sensation between her legs was accompanied by the strong scent of the virile buck's hard-working body. Her feminine folds had, fortunately, moistened to better accommodate his overwhelming thickness, something she hated to admit, hated to credit him with, but knew was for the best.

The warrior buck would change up the pace, slowing the "bounce" of her body in favor of fast, upward bucks. The wet, slapping sound of his flesh sliding in and out sickened the prideful female. His vision blurred, his incisors exposed as his mouth hung agape. She could hear the erratic panting and grunting, she recognized the signs, like the quickened pace which racked her body with sensation. He was going to do it. And something about this male, this experience, it told her that unlike the previous bucks, he would be successful. She closed her eyes, cursing to herself.

Harkrel's climaxing growl echoed through the trees.

Arelli dropped another berry into her makeshift sack, keeping her eye out for signs of trouble. So far this hiding spot she had found for Lo and herself proved to be quite hospitable, girded on all sides by fruit-bearing bushes. Although her plan had already started to crumble, Arelli saw no reason not to prepare for a long hideout, gathering what little food she could on the way there. The discarded cloth of one of the males would prove to be a fortuitous find, making an adequate bag for the berries. She hoped she was right about which side of the cloth had been turned outward while worn by its owner. Perhaps it was best not to think about it.

Lo licked some of the red juices from the roof of her mouth. The younger female hadn't had much to eat all day, and the tangy taste of the fruit was a brief distraction from the stress of this chaotic day in the Everbrook forest. This area seemed quiet for the time being, allowing the two females to catch their breath and plan their next course of action. Lo licked her paw, smoothing down her whiskers.

"What do you think it's like to mate," Lo asked, the question having been on her mind for the entire day.

"From what I can tell, it's an excess of grunting and convulsing," Arelli answered in a sardonic tone. "At least that's how the bucks portray it."

"So...you never wanted to try it?"

"For as long as we've been dealing with Azel and his collection of brutes, the whole idea of a buck touching me that much seems about as appealing as spoiled fruit."

"Sera says the same thing...."

"We find we can satisfy whatever natural urges we couldn't otherwise ignore. Even two females can do just is much with the right touch, if not more, than a buck pummeling you with what he has between his thighs."

Lo twitched her whiskers, slowly chewing on one more berry. "I...I guess I'm sort of...curious."

Arelli went to work tying the sack of berries. "Are you saying you want to give yourself up?"

Lo blushed a bit. "Well...no. I never thought it would be anything like this. I'm curious what it's like, how it'll feel...but I don't want it to happen this way."

"None of us do...we'll never hear the end of it from those beastly bucks if it does."

"Is that why you don't want to do it? So that they can't bpast?"

Arelli flicked her ears. "Well...."

"For as long as I can remember we and the boys have fought over everything...territory, food, silly contests of running or climbing...it's hard to imagine what it's become, now."

"Those boys have always been needlessly competitive...and I suppose we didn't ease things by going along with it. But just think how it will be if we...lose. If they do what they want to do to us, imagine what it's going to be like." The red-furred female bit her lip a bit before continuing. "We're not going anywhere and neither are they. We are still going to see them every day, meeting at the river for a drink, crossing paths while foraging, interacting with our mutual companions in the forest...I can't stand to think about those prideful looks they'll give us, knowing what they did...remembering how they 'won.' They'll have it forever, and we could never take it from them."

Running a paw over her ears, Lo considered all of what Arelli had to say. "Well...maybe we could call a kind of truce? I don't think they'll ever stop chasing us...maybe if we can just convince them to be gentle and kind, then we could allow them to...."

"I don't see that being much better," concluded Arelli, peeking over the top of the bushes. "They would still hold it over our heads. They would almost certainly interpret it as us giving up, and giving in."

Lo's tail wrapped around her tan-furred body. "Yes...you are probably right."

The females were interrupted by the sound of quickly approaching footsteps. Somebody was trotting up to them closely.

"Get down," whispered Arelli, planting a paw on the younger female's shoulder to guide her downward.

Lo's nerves returned immediately, her agitation resulting in the uncontrollable twitching of her tail. Arelli's breath quickened. Perhaps this spot wasn't as safe as it promised. The steps came closer and the females prepared to bolt if necessary. It was clear from the sounds that the source was directly outside the ring of foliage which enshrouded Lo and Arelli. Lo couldn't help it, tiny squeaks escaping her throat.

The squirrel burst through.

Arelli and Lo fell back in startlement, nearly jumping up and over the tall bushes until Arelli was able to process the flash of white she'd seen before her eyes. Her heart beat nearly out of her chest as she stared back at Sera, the white squirrel showing a hint of amusement on her face.

"You two are much too obvious," Sera said just above a whisper, flicking her tail.

"You...!" Arelli regained her composure, unable to hide her irritation. "You take off on your own and then redeem yourself by scaring us out of our fur?"

"I had to get in quick, who knows where the bucks could be," reasoned Sera as she began grooming her arm.

"You're getting all of us into trouble by deviating from the plan," continued Arelli in a squeaky whisper. "Every female for herself? What is that?"

"Listen, I was panicking, okay?" The white doe crawled on all fours toward Arelli, nuzzling her cheek. "You will forgive me, yes?"

Arelli rolled her yellow eyes, trying to remain rigid. Sera would add a small lick on the side of her muzzle, and a flirtatious chitter to go along with it.

"This isn't the time," huffed Arelli, pushing Sera away just a bit.

Sera twitched her whiskers but wouldn't be deterred. "You have to admit to the effect of that musky smell in the air. I've been thinking about it all day."

"Then you will have to be stronger willed than that," insisted Arelli. "At least until we're somewhere safe."

"Yes, I suppose so."

"We're close to our checkpoint," deduced Arelli, peeking out over the bushes. "If we're smart, we can make it."

"What about Feyla," chirped Lo, looking back the way they had come.

Arelli bit her lip. "I...hate to think what she's going through. But she's done it before. She is the toughest girl I know."

"She told us to go on," reminded Sera. "She was caught. We weren't. There's no sense in backtracking."

Although annoyed at Sera's miniscule empathy, Arelli would reluctantly nod. "She'll be okay. Embarrassed...but okay."

"Those animals are bound to catch our scent in here eventually," reminded Sera. "Let's get moving before the wind picks up."

"Right," nodded Arelli, taking one more glance over the bushes. "It looks clear. Let's go."

So this was the Boys' Club.

Feyla struggled a bit as Harkrel comfortably carried her into the territory, tucked beneath his arm. A chill from the breeze ran between her legs where she was still saturated with the big buck's seed. It was humiliating indeed, but the sassy doe did her best not to let on. To her left, two other bucks were sparring, warriors in training perhaps or just males doing the stupid things they do, thought the female. Several others just sat on stumps or logs, talking and eating. Of course when they caught sight of Harkrel's newest acquisition, Feyla became the center of attention. The boys chittered in excitement as Harkrel lowered her to the ground. Before she knew what was happening, Feyla was surrounded.

"Oh hello, Feyla," chittered Gavriel, the blue-eyed male kneeling close to the female.

"Would you like to hold her," asked Harkrel with a yawn. "I could use a rest. You know how the body feels after breeding."

"It would be my pleasure," chirped Gavriel, sliding to the top of her head. With Harkrel's help, he was able to trap the female's arms between his calves and thighs as he knelt. Her head was snuggly nestled between his thighs. The way his full cloth rested at the top did little to ease Feyla's feelings of embarrassment. Harkrel nodded down to her.

"By the way, Feyla, thank you for the spirited workout. I cannot remember the last time my body felt so primed."

Feyla scowled as the big buck walked off into the shade before looking around at the rest of them. She figured that this place was mainly the territory of the four to five males she and her friends had quarrelled with for years, but in fact many more were here. Perhaps recruited for this sordid little game of theirs, or maybe they simply weren't as annoying as Azel and his group and thus, had gone unnoticed.. Aside from Harkrel and Gavriel, Feyla recognized one of them who was knelt down toward her feet. Unfortunately, Kestis recognized her as well.

"Oh my, I know you," he said excitedly, with a flick of his tail.

"I have to imagine you know many females who forgot all about you," Feyla bit back.

"Are you two previously acquainted?" inquired Gavriel, raising a brow.

"We had an...ugly encounter the previous mating season," recalled the buck, looking over her bare body. "She rejected my advances, insisting that I could not please her any better than the males she had tried before. I tried to sway her but was given the brunt of her claws for my efforts."

"Yes, we've known Feyla since we were kits," Gavriel explained, looking down almost affectionately at the fiesty girl. "She's known to be quite repellent."

Gavriel ran his fingers across Feyla's cheek, just barely pulling them away to avoid being nipped by her gnashing teeth.

"Goodness, I would love another opportunity to have her," Kestis chirped, leaning in for a closer look.

"I trust there are no protests?" asked Gavriel, as the crowd of males seemed to grant the request.

"Oh, wonderful," chittered Kestis, undoing his cloth.

"You're going to redeem yourself while I am literally pinned to the ground?" scoffed the female, trying fruitlessly to free herself. "You boys are even more pathetic than you look, sound, and act."

"I think you're going to enjoy this quite a bit, Feyla," insisted Kestis, tossing away the cloth. He took a hold of his emerging penis, coaxing it to full erection while he positioned himself between her legs.

"Is that so," grumbled the female, wriggling her body until she ended up on her side. "Well, it's going to take more than what you have to get the best of me. I've already had that overgrown brute, today. You don't impress me."

Kestis remained unphased by her words as he pressed down on her thigh, preparing to penetrate.

Feyla kicked at him, still positioned on her side. Her heel struck him hard in the chest, her other foot colliding with his brown-furred legs. The buck remained calm, raising himself just enough to allow her lower leg to slide beneath him. He sat all of his weight down onto the leg, drastically inhibiting Feyla's ability to move it. Kestis absorbed a few more blows from her free leg before catching a hold of it, locking it between his body and his toned left arm. His right paw was free to grasp the length of his penis again, guiding it forward. Slowly his muzzle parted in excitement as the tip pushed past the fur and folds, into the warmth of her vagina. Feyla gritted her teeth and blushed as the next several inches followed, all pushing her open again until she felt his belly and scrotum pressed up against her.

"Ugh...damn it...."

The three females stared up at the imposing tree, an impressive hut made of wood, leaves, and vines resting within its branches. The afternoon breeze caressed the girls almost teasingly. At times it felt that nature itself was allied against them. But the horizon seemed clear as of now, and Arelli was the first to begin her ascent.

"Come on," she chittered, eager to make it into the checkpoint.

Each squirrel doe skillfully climbed the trunk, wasting no time getting to the dwelling. As Arelli had mentioned, this place was somewhat out of the way of the rest of their society, a perfect nesting ground for a rodent seeking solitude. Arelli was the first to meet the doorway, where she saw Teya working on a small bedding nest. The similarly red-furred female turned, her jade eyes meeting the golden eyes of Arelli.

"Arelli? My, it's been a while."

"I have two friends with me," Arelli said, as she climbed into the shelter. "Sorry to intrude like this, but...we have a problem."

"Is that so?" Teya lifted her arms, stretching her agile body. Although she was quite a bit older than Arelli, she boasted a toned and attractive physique, not unlike that which she enjoyed in her youth.

"Where are the kits," asked Arelli, as Lo and Sera joined her at either side.

"I haven't had any new ones in quite a few seasons now. My oldest are on their own, and at the moment, my youngest are with them. Mother needs a break. You've grown, Arelli."

"Yes...and that's part of the problem. I'm eligible."

"Ah yes, Teya said with a smile and a flick of the tail. "First season?"

"Second...it's Lo's first."

"Lo?"

"This is her," specified Arelli, nodding toward Lo. "And this is Sera. It's her second season, as well."

"It's a pleasure," chirped Teya. "So...how can I help you, then? Are you looking for advice? Perhaps planning kits of your own?"

"Actually, we're trying pretty desperately to avoid that," Sera chimed in, running a paw through the fur on her head.

"We've been quarreling back and forth with a particularly brutish group of bucks since we were young, and, well...."

Teya shook her head, a look of amusement coming over her face. "And now they're looking for that one, definitive "win" over you girls...." The older female wandered over toward one of the hut's windows, leaning out as she swayed her tail.

"You understand," Arelli said quietly. "We're headed for the falls to hide out there, but we just wanted to stop and rest here, a while."

Teya looked over her shoulder. "This isn't even new."

The three younger females exchanged looks.

"Ask around. You'll find more than one doe who has had to deal with this in one way or another."

Lo flicked her ears. "They've done this before?"

Teya turned, leaning back on her paws against the sill. "Bucks are a ravenous bunch when the mating season comes around. Whatever grace or decency they claim during the rest of the year is cast aside in favor of animal lust. Some of them can be quite sweet when you're as eager as they are. Others...simply won't be denied."

Arelli crossed her arms, rubbing a paw through the fur on her arm. "It was like this even for you?"

Teya looked back out the window, twitching her whiskers. "Admittedly, when your fur is as coveted as ours...sometimes you feel, how to say...'above' the standard fare of bucks." She nodded toward Sera. "I would not be surprised to hear that this one feels the same way."

Sera nodded to one side, unable to argue.

"Of course, it's the most childish of instincts - a desire for what you cannot have. In time you'll only get their attention, and whether you like it or not, make yourself the prime target of their affections. I learned that the difficult way."

Arelli bit her lip. "Are you saying...."

"Let us just say that Senhk's father is any one of about a half dozen bucks who couldn't outrun me but could certainly outnumber me."

The younger girls were silent, apart from a few uncomfortable chitters.

"I suppose we may as well be frank...are all of you intact? That is to say...have the boys had any luck?"

The girls looked around uncomfortably before Arelli answered. "Well...there used to be four of us."

Teya raised a brow. "Used to be?"

"The grabbed Feyla and dragged her off," explained Feyla, flicking her tail.

We didn't see what happened after that," added Arelli, scratching the back of her leg with her toe. "But...we haven't met up with her, since."

"Feyla? That friend of yours?" Teya shook her head. "I can't help but wonder what that little hellion has to say about what's probably happening. I haven't seen her in quite some time but I imagine her tongue is as sharp as ever."

"Is there a reason you seem almost amused by this," asked Sera in a somewhat annoyed tone.

"Sorry girls, it's just that I've already been where you are, already done it."

"But you can look back on it fondly, now?" scoffed Sera, sarcastically.

"To be honest, girls, I don't like your chances," admitted Teya, leaning out the window again. "Once they get like this, they is very little that stops them. You can try to outlast the season, of course...but I would swear that the amorous buck would run himself to his death trying to release his urges."

Sounds like an ideal plan, is what Arelli would assume Feyla would have said right then.

"It's not even that they're deprived," Sera reasoned. "There are plenty of does out there who would willingly sate them. But it's about us. It has to be. Why go through all the trouble, otherwise?"

"Yes, but you're the day's pick. Indeed there are females out there who are more willing, or if nothing else, slower and less clever, but they've chosen you. I doubt they would be satisfied with anyone else. And I would wager that their numbers are greater than yours, yes?"

The girls said nothing, but Teya could assume the answer.

"As I said, the odds aren't in your favor."

"Well, we have a plan," declared Arelli, defiantly. "They might have the brawn but as far as I'm concerned, they don't have a functioning mind between them."

From the periphery of her vision, Teya spied brown bodies emerging out from the bushes in the distance. From their stride and body language, she could tell they had the nest targeted. She turned toward the girls.

"I hate to tell you this, girls, but it seems you've been followed."

Arelli's eyes widened. "What? Are they out there?"

"It looks to be about three of them."

"Get down," chittered Arelli, urging her friends to join her on the floor. "Teya, get away from the window!"

"I'm quite certain they've already seen me," sighed Teya, walking away from the window. "But from what I can tell, they were headed here the whole time."

"What if they think she's you," Sera said to Arelli, hunkering down lower.

"Then I suppose I'd better head down and clear up any confusion," concluded Teya, heading for the doorway.

"That...sounds like a bad idea," Sera said quietly.

"In any case, I can't have you and those boys running around up here, playing your courtship games, disrupting my nest," Teya said with a paw on her hip. "Perhaps I can give them a talk."

Arelli wore an expression of befuddlement. "You think those brutes are interested in talking?"

"I already know their worst," reasoned Teya as she began to cimb down. "In the meantime, perhaps I can distract them a bit. You'd be surprised what talking can do when they're not expecting it. You'd be wise to use the time to make a new plan, if you're still going to keep up the effort."

With that, Teya disappeared from view, and the girls exchanged looks.

"Well...now what," asked Lo, in a whisper.

"Well she said we should run, essentially," deduced Sera.

"But...we can't just leave her with them!" chittered Arelli.

"Well, she seems pretty convinced they're after us, and not her."

Unsure of what to do, Arelli began to crawl toward the doorway. "Well...we should at least see what's happening. If she's sure she wants to try and stall them, we might as well wait until she's successful." Her two friends watched as she peered down from the doorway of the tree hut. "I can't see anything on this side."

Sera moved stealthily toward the window Teya had been looking through, sneaking up to the edge to peek out. Lo and Arelli watched as she bit her lip, a bit of red visible from beneath her white fur. She turned back toward Arelli, who impatiently waited for more information.

"Well?"

Sera's eyes searched around for words. "It's...going as expected."

Arelli scrambled toward the window now, peeking out alongside Sera. Down below, she could see a buck sitting upon a downed tree trunk straddling it. More notable was the sight of Teya positioned similarly in his lap, breathing heavily she was bounced on and off of his penis.

The elder female's ears tingled at the sound of her thighs and groin repeatedly colliding with the buck's lap as she gasped and chittered.

"You...boys...really...never change...do you?"

"Where are they taking her," squeaked Arelli, looking on from the hut as Teya was being carried off.

"To meet Feyla, I'd assume," Sera figured, as her heart quickened. "And didn't she say there were three? I only see two."

Arelli felt the nerves once again overwhelming her body as he turned for the door. "We need to leave. NOW."

The girls trotted for the doorway, all three letting out a startled squeak as the head of Rovio popped up into view.

"Yes, there you are," gasped the frenetic buck, vaulting himself into Teya's home. He immediately dove for the females, who scattered in three directions to evade him. Rovio managed to catch himself before rising, a standoff between he and the three girls taking place. His tail swayed with anticipation as his head swivelled between the three girls. The randy buck had never recovered his cloth, making his eagerness all too apparent.

"You can't overpower all three of us," chittered Sera as she and the other two females circled Rovio, on their guard.

"Goodness...I can't decide which to choose first," Rovio chirped with audible strain in his voice. The buck had been frustrated for hours, feeling as if he were about to burst.

Arelli continued to strafe around the buck, her focus on his movements unwavering as she passed the hut's east window. In that moment all eyes shot toward her as she let out a startled squeak, feeling herself yanked toward the window. Her left arm was wrenched behind her, leaving only her right free to reach up and feel the strong, furred arm subduing her across her chest. She turned her head to see the upper half of Azel's body protruding through the window, a look of excitement upon his face.

"What are you girls doing in here," he said teasingly with a small, affectionate nip on her ear.

Amid the confusion, Rovio took his opportunity. Distracted with Arelli's predicament, Lo would not see the amorous buck coming until it was much too late. Rovio let out a guttural, lustful cry to go with the young female's panicked scream, dashing into her and lifting her right off of her feet.

"Eek! No...!"

Rovio rushed the captured female over to the leafy bed Teya had made for herself, tossing her onto the soft weaving, wasting no time in jumping on top of her. The buck could hardly contain his excitement now, struggling to speak between his heavy breaths.

"Oh goodness...yes, this spot is perfect...this is wonderful."

Lo tried desperately to wriggle out from underneath him, reaching out toward Arelli before being pulled back into place. Before she could react to it, Rovio had wrapped his fingers around the front of her cloth, pulling at it until the fabric ripped away at the sides. More squeaks, more chitters, more frantic attempts to crawl away only to be pulled back again.

"Hold still, Lo. I can't wait another moment!"

Sera looked on as Lo squeaked and squirmed beneath him. To her left, Arelli struggled against Azel, who managed to keep her restrained in the window. The snow-furred squirrel herself remained uninhibited. Over her shoulder, she could see the door, clear as of this moment. With one more glance toward the chaos inside the hut, Sera would break for the exit, making her escape.

"Sera!" squeaked Arelli, reaching out toward her departing friend with her free arm before Azel yanked it down.

For those who remained to see it, Lo and Rovio's wrestling became a muddled visual of meshing fur and entangled tails. From Arelli's point of view, Lo's frame was difficult to discern beyond the overwhelming body of Rovio. The red-furred doe shouted protests in their direction but she knew nothing she could say would stop this, and with Azel holding her in place, there was nothing she could do.

From underneath the ravenous buck, even Lo wasn't sure when her whimpers and squeaks had transitioned from a reaction to the attack to the sensation she was just beginning to feel. Somewhere in the chaos, Rovio had managed to position his hips between her legs, working a few inches of his male body into hers. With enough inside to maintain his stability, Rovio threw all of his body weight upon her, eliciting a high pitched "yip!" from her as the rest of his length could now sink all the way into her feminine folds.

Lo never had a chance. Arelli watched helplessly as Rovio's humps immediately pummeled her body, the virgin female falling victim to the hungering male's overflowing frustration. Arelli blushed and closed her eyes, but there were more than enough sounds to paint the image for her, as Lo's previously frightened cries gave way to the more instinctual sounds of her currently receptive body. The loud "thump-thump-thump" of Rovio's hips punched through the air as well, providing a full, sensory experience for the spectators, and certainly Lo herself.

Lo's entire body felt like it was buzzing. She never could have imagined her first mating happening like this, and her inexperienced body could hardly get accustomed to the feeling when it was so aggressively forced inside of her. The sounds of his hips colliding with her, the feeling of his warm, furred belly slapping into hers, his hot pants and lustful growls, all of it put the female in a near-trance. She could hardly hear herself with how her mind was ravaged by all of these senses. Ironic, as she was easily the loudest thing in this room now. From above her, Rovio was noisy in his own right, hungry, desperate moans and chitters. His actual words sounded muffled to Lo's overstimulated ears, picking up something about "can't believe this" and "the most incredible" until they inevitably degraded into animalistic grunts and groans. There were so many new feelings to get used to now, so many new experiences with bucks she had never known, such as that subtle, smaller collision of his scrotum slapping into her rump after every powerful thrust, and of course the experience of feeling him inside of her, the length of his maleness invading her female body, a profound melding of their sexes that she could try to imagine before but couldn't possibly understand until it had happened like it did, now. She had become one with his body; a part of him.

Azel ran his tongue over Arelli's cheek, revolting the female at its warm and moist touch.

"You couldn't have protected her forever," he said in a calm tone, continuing to lap at her. "This was always her fate. But a female's first is always such a special thing to watch, is it not?"

Arelli fought fruitlessly against it, crying out as she tried to free herself. "Don't touch me, you beast...!"

"I am so glad we could share this together," continued Azel, suckling her pink-fleshed ear. "I hope ours will be just as special."

In some ways, Lo's moans and screams were the worst part of this, thought Arelli, although the sight of his repeatedly rising and falling buttocks wasn't much better. The young female was simply overwhelmed at the new feeling inside of her, unable to hide it at all. The only time Rovio's moans were louder than Lo's were when hers were muffled by the fur of his chest as the buck's overbearing body literally smothered her in his affections. If Rovio were able to remember this moment later, as he was no doubt in the midst of a frenzied haze himself, the boasting he and Azel could do about Lo's reaction would be insufferable.

After throwing himself onto her, Rovio hadn't bothered to subdue his captured mate beyond imposing his weight onto her. This allowed low to press both of her paws into his pumping belly in a futile attempt at resistance. The feeling had been little more than a bonus sensation for Rovio. Realizing his lackadaisical efforts in keeping her in place, a physically spent Lo tried, just to say she did, to mount some semblance of an escape attempt. The female flipped onto her side, and the unexpected movement combined with Rovio's frantic thrusts did succeed in dislodging his penis from her body, which up to now had been utterly relentless. The effort was a fleeting, moral victory however, and nothing more. Lo's body was too worn out to do much more, and Rovio immediately slung her leg over his right shoulder, using his same arm to plant a paw on the side of her neck, grasping his maleness and guiding it with ease back into her body, the second penetration feeling almost like some kind of cruel mockery.

Lo's eyes glazed over as her entire body was rocked once more with those frenzied humps. Her escape "attempt" did little to delay the inevitable as Rovio would not last much longer. As pent up as he had been, it was miraculous to think he had given her as much as he had. Rovio's voice was too weak now to say what he had tried to. It may have warned her, as Lo could feel the faster, erratic thrusts but had no insight as to what was coming. Rovio cried out and chittered as his body with racked with its own climax, growling and collapsing onto the poor doe as his seed erupted from his body. He followed his natural instincts, sinking as deep inside as he could as he contracted, the buck's body discharging as much as it could into Lo's receptive womb.

Arelli could take no more, and as Azel continued to lap at her, she would surprise the buck with a bite right onto his pink nose, making him cry out in pain. His grip of the female eased just a bit, allowing Arelli to put miniscule distance between their bodies until Azel frantically grabbed her again. Squeaks and chitters rang out as the two tussled for control of the doe's body. Azel found a good grip beneath Arelli's arms and now, the female could feel herself being pulled through the window, Azel's patience with her depleted.

"You will get yours, now," growled Azel, an aggressive expression overcoming his usually coy demeanor. "Have you any idea how long I've waited to do this to you?"

The struggle happening in the window went almost entirely unnoticed by Lo and Rovio, both rodents heaving as they strained to catch their breath.

"You are outstanding," whispered Rovio, panting warm, labored breaths into her ear. "I cannot describe how powerful you make me feel."

There would be no argument from Lo, who remained firmly pressed beneath his weight. She could hardly believe his strength, a quality of his she knew more intimately than anyone else, now. In her dazed state she hadn't even seen the way the rest of Arelli's body had been pulled through the window.

Azel and the doe he desired continued their struggle out on the tree itself, their lifelong expertise in this setting allowing the two of them to remain attached to the branches and trunk. Azel loosened the strings of his cloth a bit, confident he could have her right here. Arelli fought for all she was worth, never willing to give herself up to the brute. In a surprise move, she went dead-weight, the sudden change allowing her to slip beneath Azel's grasp for the time being. From there, the red-furred squirrel gripped the branch and swung down before releasing. As she hit the ground, the absorbed the impact with an agile roll, taking minimal effect. She dashed off into the forest but could hear the "thud" of Azel's larger body landing hard on the ground behind her, the hungering buck giving chase.

As embarrassing as it was to be the center of attention while being bred against your will, there was something almost insulting about being an afterthought while it happened. Feyla had been placed in this buck's lap several minutes ago, her legs straddling his thighs while the male himself sat upon one of the many stumps found in this club of theirs. Although his penis indeed extended deep up into her body, he had long since stopped moving, sidetracked with a casual conversation with a peer who sat beside him. Even the males who had been watching her systematic humiliation at the paws of buck after buck had gone back to their sparring, talking, eating, or even napping. It seemed she was old news, but it didn't stop the male inside of her at the moment from holding her tightly in place. Apparently it didn't matter to them what she was doing so long as a penis was inside of her, Feyla thought with a sigh. The males would perk up again, however, as Hilk pushed his way into the clearing again, a red-furred doe slung over his shoulder.

Feyla's heart sank as she saw the coat of fur, combined with the glisten of Hilk's exposed and moist maleness, believing that Arelli had succumbed to the beasts as well. It wasn't until the female was brought down to the ground among a throng of excitable boys that Feyla realized she recognized the female, but not as her younger friend.

With Gavriel knelt at her head, Teya's arms were pinned down as Feyla's had been before. The elder doe turned and noticed the other female. It was quite a view from down here, and Teya couldn't help but notice the pink length of Feyla's captor disappearing inside of the younger doe. Teya nodded toward her.

"Hello, Feyla...bad day for the both of us, it seems."

"Who is this," asked Gavriel, looking down upon the female.

"A relative of Arelli's, it would seem," Hilk answered with a sway of his tail. "It seems she was to try and hide the girls in her nest, but we tracked them there. She might not have been who we were after, but I can say with honesty that she was a pleasant bonus."

"Perhaps for you," scoffed Teya, surprisingly lacking in resistance. "You boys still have much to learn about your way around a doe's body."

"Come to think of it, she does appear more mature than the others," Gavriel noted, looking over her face. "If I may, you have a lovely form for you age."

"Hold your wretched tongue, boy," Teya shot back.

"Is Arelli still okay," Feyla asked, lamenting that the buck who held seemed to remember she was there, moving a bit inside of her. "Or did...hrm...these brutes get a old of her, too."

"Well I certainly hope she ran off, considering what I went through to buy her some time."

"On that subject, I shall let you take over, Gavriel," said Hilk. "Azel and Rovio may still need help with the remaining girls." The buck turned his attention to Harkrel, who had been dosing against a tree since he had returned with Feyla. "Harkrel, if you are adequately rested, perhaps you would like to join me? Your strength is an asset that would be appreciated by more than one female."

The warrior buck sat up a bit, stretching his muscular arms into the air. "I suppose a warrior's work is never done...still, I left much of my affections inside of this one," Harkrel chirped, nodding toward Feyla. "For now, I'm content to offer my services on the behalf of my friends...once we find the females, I will ensure that they remain still for you."

"It sounds lovely," chittered Hilk. "Let us go. We have to be quick to catch up to them."

"Do not worry," insisted Harkrel. "There are many shortcuts in these woods."

Hilk turned and trotted back through the brush with Harkrel following calmly behind. He glanced over his left shoulder, meeting eyes with Feyla, giving her a subtle smile before exiting the camp.

"It occurs to me that it is rare to have a female of your experience among our gathering," realized Gavriel, petting over Teya's cheek a bit. He motioned for Fen to come closer. "Perhaps you can help a friend of mine."

The quietest buck of the group, and possibly within the entire forest, none of the girls had ever heard Fen speak a word but would tend to agree he had the cutest face among them. It was hard to believe he was in training to be a warrior like Harkrel. As he neared Gavriel, Fen looked upon Teya's body with a nervous curiosity as he knelt down near her legs.

"Fen has yet to experience his first mating. We considered allowing him to have at Feyla, but...sensitive boy as he is, we thought she might not be the best choice as his first."

"I'm sure he cannot be much less adept with the female body as most of the rest of you," spat Feyla in a strained tone, as her captor's movements slowed again, the buck distracted with the new scene before him.

"Surely this mature doe can give him the guidance he will need," chittered Gavriel, carassing the fur of Teya some more. "I can't help but notice she doesn't resist as much as the others. Perhaps a part of her desires the warmth of a youthful buck pressed upon her?"

"Do not think too wishfully," Teya clarified, bending her knees a bit. "You kits are as cute as we can make you, especially your pure friend here, but I'm simply wise enough at this stage of my life to know when I'm overpowered and outnumbered. As Feyla already touched upon, his inexperienced hips don't promise much pleasure for a doe like myself."

"A challenge that I believe Fen is ready to accept."

Gavriel nodded at the shy male, who carefully untied his cloth, setting it aside. It was cute the way he tentatively began to crawl over her body, Teya would admit to herself. She looked him directly in his golden eyes, making them dart down and away as he continued to line up his body with hers. Teya's last several mates had been more mature like herself, more confident and occasionally even brash. The last time she had engaged with the male as uncertain and this, she was likely too young to notice.

Now in position, Fen looked over the contours of her body, careful to avoid direct eye contact again. Teya could feel his quickening breaths through her fur. Intense feelings began to come over the young buck, similar to what he felt as he first sniffed the scents in the air as the season began but nothing compared to having a female directly beneath him, like this.

"Go on, Fen," encouraged Gavriel, pressing more of his weight onto Teya's arms. "Like we showed you."

Fen's paw was just a bit shaky as he reached down to take a hold of his malehood, which he could feel twitching in anticipation against his palm. He was new, his aim wasn't perfect. Even so, the sensation of his sensitive tip rubbing through her fur down here was stimulating in its own right.

Teya drew in a sharp breath upon feeling the buck find his target. He rubbed bit more before he was satisfied he'd found the entrance, bringing his hips forward, parting her folds as he entered. His mouth opened to release an excited chitter at the new feeling. The female let out a long breath at the sensation of his entire length pushing through, long feeling this part to be more sensuous than the repetitious pummeling which was to follow. And follow they would, for the thrill of all that had happened so far had already overwhelmed the body of Fen, and there would be no buildup. His hips instinctively took off, already near climaxing speed. The muffled sound of his furred body repeatedly colliding with her titillated the ears of all the boys who watched.

The tiniest of squeaks would escape Fen's throat at regular intervals of about every two thrusts. The visual of her belly and breasts jiggling and swaying at the force of his thrusts might have been just as stimulating as the sex itself. The warm, moist feeling of her insides enveloping him felt almost welcoming and like nothing he had ever experienced before. Teya squinted her eyes, taking in long, shaky breaths before releasing a smooth exhale. Gavriel tilted his head as he observed the female's reaction to this breeding.

"This doesn't seem so bad for you," teased the blue-eyed buck.

Teya rolled her head to the left, responding between breaths. "He has decent movement...I will grant him that...."

With both arms hooked behind her, Feyla remained locked in place, growing increasingly annoyed at the male upon whom's lap she sat. He had been inside of her for what felt like ages, and between conversation with his peers and the scene before them now, the distractions weren't going to get her off of him any faster. She attempted to butt him with her head to get his attention, and although she didn't hurt him, she was successful in earning a surprised look from him.

"Listen, you damned fool," she hissed, still unable to pry her arms from his grasp. "I've grown sick of sitting here. Either finish up or let me get on with my life."

The buck looked absolutely dumbfounded at her boldness but offered a coy smile in return.

"I accept."

Before she knew what was happening, the male slipped his arm beneath her own, forcing it up into the air while he planted his paw on the upper back portion of her head. His hips took off with furious aggression, pumping his penis into her relentlessly as his bucking thighs repeatedly bounced her into the air. The way she cursed and yelped at every pump was humorous to the spectating males, while just foolish to Teya, who offered advice in labored speech.

"Feyla, my dear...you simply must learn some discretion, eventually."

He was close. He was always so close.

Azel meandered through the area with a calm composure. He knew she was near. For some time now they had played this teasing game, Arelli dashing off into a heavily vegetated area after escaping Teya's house. He'd already flushed her out twice since then, and each time she had managed to avoid that initial lunge, dashing off into the shrubs and trees to hunker down again, hoping he would pass. He watched her carefully as she did, following more closely with his eyes than with his body, allowing her to tire herself, allowing her the false sense of safety, urging her to take shelter at shorter distances. Now, he stood firm, his paws pressed into his hips, scanning the area.

"This can be easy for you Arelli," rang his voice. "Whether you realize it or not, I am going to give you the most sensuous moment of your life."

From behind the nearby shrub, Arelli held her breath and listened.

"Consider the females I've had beneath me in the past, the way they cried out with pleasure, writhed with ecstacy, rocked at my strength. This incredible experience is what I have in store for you. But we don't have to struggle for it. You can reveal yourself now and succumb to your natural fate."

The female didn't move, steadfast in her belief that she could outsmart him, and if she had to, outrun him. As Arelli considered her best route of escape, she was startled at the sound of her leafy cover being torn away, Azel now staring down at her with menacing confidence.

"Or I can just come and get you."

The red-furred doe let out a panicked squeak as she struggled back to her feet, taking off further into the woods.

Twigs and leaves cracked and crumbled beneath Arelli's feet as they pounded into the ground, propelling her forward. Azel followed closely behind, this time sticking with her every move, intending for this to be their final chase. The two rodents zig-zagged and pivoted around trees and bushes, occasionally vaulting over downed logs and rocks. Even as he panted and ran, an amused expression crept over Azel. Who could have thought such a pursuit would prove so thrilling? He and his peers may have previously though that immediate submission on the part of the females they desired was ideal, but this vigorious form of courtship was something Azel could happily grow accostomed to.

Even as she frantically ran from Azel and his desires, Arelli's thoughts kept returning to Lo. Arelli hated to leave the poor thing behind with that wild-bodied Rovio, but there was little else she could do, especially with Azel after her. The feeling that she had failed her young friend coupled with the desperation to save her own dignity might have overwhelmed a lesser doe, but Arelli simply handn't time for anything of the sort, to say nothing of the guilt she felt for dragging Teya into this situation.

"I bested many games of run-and-chase as a kit, Arelli," echo'd Azel's voice from behind the female. "You remember, yes?"

In fact, Arelli did not recall young Azel being particularly adept on his feet, at least not when she was playing, but his endurance now was proving hard to overcome. Fatigue was setting in, and Arelli's legs ached for rest. She couldn't very well risk sprinting all the way to the falls with Azel in pursuit or it would prove to be an ineffective hiding place. Throwing him off of her trail was going to take more than just ground speed and she could already hear that he was catching up.

The doe looped around a tree, turning to face Azel who stopped on the other side, trying to cut off her next move. She stepped left, then right, Azel mimicking her each time staying in front of her. The buck attempted to dash around the tree, the two rodents completing a full circle before they were stalemated on either side, once more.

"Why do you reject us, Arelli," chirped Azel planning his next move. "Don't let a silly, ongoing quarrel deprive you of the most wonderful feeling you will ever experience."

"That quarrel is why you beasts are doing this to begin with," she bit back, watching his every move, intently."

"Perhaps you girls are our best friends...and there is nobody else we could desire more?"

"Save it, you animal," chittered the female as the two continued to strafe around the tree. "I have seen the company you keep. We will never 'befriend' you brutes."

"It is not as if you will have a choice, Arelli...you and I will become friends, today."

The buck made a quick move around the tree, which Arelli answered. Another, and still, she kept her distance. Azel faked to his right before darting left. Arelli anticipated the move, immediately shooting off in the opposite direction, but Azel, we was so quick, and he lunged with great fervor, able to wrap his arms around Arelli's waist and bring her down to the ground. Her squeal echoed through the forest as Azel began to climb atop her.

"Agh...no...!"

"You've such beautiful features, Arelli," gasped Azel, trying to get the best of her. "It would be a shame not to have a litter of your own!"

Azel's fingers wrapped around the thinnest part of her cloth as the female squirmed and kicked at him. She fought him with everything she had and even with his size and weight advantage, he struggled to gain ideal leverage over her. As she kicked him, the desperate doe tried to drag herself away, creating some separation as Azel still tugged at her cloth. She pulled herself forward and drove both of her feet into Azel's chest. Finally, she was able to tear away from him, but could feel and hear the sound of her cloth ripping away as a result.

Arelli crawled frantically away before making it to her feet, scrambling over to another tree and ducking behind it, anticipating another standoff. Instead she looked back to see Azel on his knees, the cloth of the now bare-bodied female brought to his nose. He sniffed deep taking in the smell, the article having been so close to the source of her amplified scent all day. He could smell it, the scent of her body's readiness, it shot through his body like electricity, awakening something more inside. Arelli watched as Azel's eyes nearly seemed to roll back in his head before he let out a growl of absolute under, rising to his feet and charging at the female like a raging beast. There would be no stand off this time, Arelli realized this, and took off into the forest, the chase once again underway.

The doe's arm pumped harder than they ever had. She panted through the fatigue, tried to focus only on escaping him, as Azel's voice rang out, almost as if to haunt her.

"You were fated to be stuck upon me ever since I first laid eyes on you!"

Arelli took a hard right, trying only to change directions as she went to somehow throw him off. In the chaos of the chase she had gotten turned around, unsure of which way she currently ran. It felt like they had just been running in circles. She approached a wall of shrubs, diving right in rather than risking the time it would take to go around, startling the two squirrels behind the bushes as she did.

The male and female squirrel squeaked and chittered in surprise as the red-furred female had burst in, tripping over their legs. She fell to her paws and knees before getting a better look at the couple. Arelli didn't recognize them but by coincidence, she could see that they themselves were in the midst of mating, albeit a much more pleasurable, mutual experience that she was in for. Frantic, Arelli hadn't even considered the embarrassment she may have caused them, crawling over toward the couple.

"Please, you must help me! He's after me! The boys got all my friends and now he's going to force me...!"

The two rodents responded with an expression of utter bewilderment toward the crazed female. Their confusion would not be helped as Azel burst through the shrubs as well, only passively noting the bystanding couple before zeroing in on Arelli. The doe scrambled to her feet and ran off again as Azel continue his pursuit.

"We can be just like them, Arelli! A lovely couple of mates at the heights of passion!"

"No!" she squeaked, navigating past the threes and over the dead logs as she heard his voice continue.

"You are right...it will be much different. Yours will be the single most humbling experience of your life! You've called me an animal for so long, and now you find out just what that means!"

There was no escape. The thought had been creeping up on her throughout this sordid day and now it screeched in her head like a hawk on the hunt. Azel could not be shaken, and seemingly everywhere they went, everything they tried, the boys were there, answered every challenge, and one by one picked them off. She pivoted left, here eyes glazing over at the exhaustion of the chase just as the massive body of Harkrel appeared from behind a tree trunk. An exasperated cry left her throat as she just barely evaded the male, running desperately where ever no males were waiting for her.

An unrelenting nightmare. It was as if fate had aligned against her to ensure she would experience the male body, today. Perhaps it was her nerves finally giving way, but even the forest seemed to be almost mocking her, that teasing way the wind made the trees sway, almost in excitement for what they witnessed. She recalled Teya's words, remembered how the elder doe warned her of how unlikely she was to escape this. There was that sound, though. That noise which sounded almost like rushing wind, but wetter. The falls. She was so close to her goal but while in the sight of these beasts, there was little point in trying to hide there. What was more, she couldn't run much longer. After an entire day of it, she simply couldn't.

As the bucks sought to corner her, Arelli headed for a thick tree, using her remaining stamina to leap onto the trunk. Her naturally climbing ability propelled her up in a hurry, but even as she did this, Arelli knew there was little for an endgame, here. She made it to the crotch of the tree before looking down as the amorous boys trotted to a stop all around the base of the tree. They looked up at her with eagerness. They knew, as well as Arelli did, that she was essentially cornered.

Squeaky gasps entered and left her agape muzzle as the squirrel finally had time to catch her breath, despite the dire situation. Down below, Azel and Harkrel contemplated their move, careful not to lose sight of the female within the leaves. With whatever energy she could muster up, Arelli scampered along one of the trees thick branches, making a skillful leap to the branch of another tree. Before she could gain any ground this way, the boys down below had surrounded the new tree. This might have been an effective way to move stealthily but while they had their eyes on her, it would not save her. She could see Azel down below giving direction to Harkrel. The warrior squirrel seemed poised to patrol the tree as Azel's emerald eyes stared straight up to Arelli, the buck calling up to her.

"It's time, Arelli."

The ravenous rodent slowly climbed onto the base of the trunk, almost teasing in his movements. He delayed his climb, gauging what her immediate reaction would be. Arelli could see the plan, Azel would come up after her while Harkrel stayed below, ensuring there was nowhere else to go. Her breath quickened, accompanied by panicked squeaks. The doe was out of ideas and Azel seemed to know this. Just as he began his ascent, a bright flash of movement caught Arelli's eye as it flew down from a nearby tree toward the ground. She could hardly believe it as she saw Sera sprinting across the forest floor, toward Arelli's tree. With impressive agility, the white-furred doe squirrel flew onto the trunk, climbing up after Azel and grabbing hold of the buck's ankle before he knew what was happening. He looked down in bewilderment as he tried to free his leg from the white-furred doe's grasp. Sera held on as tight as she could, screeching at the buck.

"Get away from her!"

Azel and Sera continued to struggle on the trunk, leaving Arelli unsure of what to do. As she looked on, her head snapped to the right to see Harkrel heading straight for her friend.

"Sera, watch out...!"

Before she could react, Sera felt those powerful paws clamp around her waist, pulling her off of the tree as easily as a ripe fruit. Sera squeaked and thrashed but would get nowhere in the grasp of this immense buck. She reached out to try and grab hold of the tree only to have Harkrel grasp her wrist and pull it away, easily able to hold onto the rest of the doe's body in one, strong arm.

Now able to move freely, Azel looked down at the struggle taking place between Harkrel and Sera. The large buck had slipped his arms beneath those of Sera, keeping her subdued at her upper body. Azel took once more glance back up at Arelli, offering a sinister look of amusement before hopping off of the tree. He stepped slowly toward Harkrel and Sera, looking over the female's snowy body with a look of absolute lust. He reached down, taking old of the strings of his cloth, untying them with seductive speed. As soon as he pulled the encumbering garment away, his penis jutted up into the air, long anticipating this moment. He tossed the cloth away, moving closer.

Sera trying to squirm against Harkrel's grasp but he was simply too strong, and there was no chance to get away from him. Azel nodded at Harkrel.

"Pick her up."

As requested, Harkrel lifted the female with ease into the air. She tried to kick at Azel but the buck was soon able to stifle her movements, taking hold of her legs and holding them tight. The cloths that females wore differed from the type most bucks wore, so while a complete removal was ideal, Azel merely had to flip it up and out of his way to expose her. Sera blushed at the feeling of his penis resting against her crotch, something she had, up to now, never had interest in experiencing. Her tail twitched in agitation as Azel's swayed with eagerness.

"Perhaps Arelli will not submit herself to me, but I consider it a more than adequate consolation to penetrate her lover."

"Mm! Stop it!" chittered Sera, trying to free her legs from his grasp. She looked up into the tree, her blue eyes meeting with the golden ones of Arelli. "Arelli! Get out of her, fool!"

Arelli's heart raced at the scene below her. She wanted to intervene, but realistically, what could she do? In this state, Azel was a crazed animal and Harkrel was nothing short of an overwhelming force. Even so, Sera could tell that the treed doe was still considering her options.

"Go!" screeched Sera just as she felt the tip of Azel's masculinity parting her. Her view snapped down between her legs as her eyes widened. "Agh...!"

She let out a squeak as Azel thrust his entire length inside of her with one push. An overwhelming tingle overcame her entire body now as it experienced its first penis. Sera chittered and whimpered as she felt the warmth of the flesh stretching the walls of her vagina, ravaging her feminine body with its hungering desires. For a doe who had spent most of her life in the company of her own, going so far as to take on a female mate to sate her desires, this was a profound moment, caught between the wide, warm body of the buck who held her, and the lustful thrusts of the buck who now bred her.

Azel's muzzle parted, the beastly buck bearing his incisors, letting out lustful growls as he made the female his. He watched his work, watching himself disappear back into her folds with each thrust, his slightly protruding belly obscuring the view every time his hips bumped into her thighs. The softer parts of her body quivered at each impact. Azel pushed hard, Harkrel making sure to stand firm on his feet to absorb the impact every time the succumbing doe's body was rocked into him.

Arelli's feet hit the forest floor, the female taking her opportunity to escape the tree. She trotted in the direction of the sound of the falls. In fact, she could see them now, through the thinning concentration of trees near the bank of the river. The bucks were distracted, and likely wouldn't see her if she sprinted there as fast as her legs would take her. Yet, her movements were half-hearted, never growing beyond a trot. She hadn't made it far before she slowed and looked back, taking in the pitiful sight of poor Sera, wedged between those two animals, squeaking and squirming as Azel humbled her using only his natural gifts. Sera told her to run. It's what the white squirrel herself likely would have done. Arelli could see her escape, her last chance was here.

She couldn't make herself take it.

Arelli took off, charging at full speed toward Azel. She didn't know what she would do. It was likely a futile effort. But she couldn't leave Sera like this, not like she had Lo. She had no plans as Azel grew closer, the randy male obliviously humping away at Sera. She could bowl him over perhaps, like Feyla had earlier, for all the good it had done the sharp-tongued squirrel. This entire day had been like some twisted dream, nothing she had ever experienced before. She continued to dash forward, the impact soon to come. Whatever happened, she could take great satisfaction in running over this depraved beast. She was so close now, so focused, so determined. She would never make it there. Arelli never even saw Hilk emerge from the brush until he had intercepted the sprinting female, grabbing her ballistic body, hooking his arms beneath her thighs. The disoriented female didn't even quite know what was happening, even as she was lifted into the air, and set back down onto his penis. It happened so fast, not until she looked down to see the rigid flesh disappearing inside of her had she realized what happened.

Arelli could barely hear her own squeaks and moans as Hilk rode her on and off of his malehood. Her legs swayed upward every time she was shoved back down onto it, and downward every time he lifted her off. She couldn't see the sensuous movement of Hilk's bending and gyrating knees but she could certainly feel the effects every time he bucked up into her. Hilk eventually released her right leg, letting it dangle freely as he instead wrapped his arm across her torso. He reached his other around the front of her left leg, holding it parallel with the ground. The new position as advantageous as it was humbling, Hilk could more easily ride her upon his male body like this, enjoying the feeling of her cream-colored breasts repeatedly slapping down onto his arm at the force of the movement. The feeling which overtook Arelli's entire vessel now came in two parts; the psychological side of this experience, forcibly stuck on the body of a male, one of those she had tried so valiantly to evade, and the simplistic physicality of her naturally receptive body experiencing its first, true breeding by the body of a buck. Her attempted intervention did nothing other than to ensure that she and Sera would experience their first breeding, this humiliation, together. In between pants and whimpers, Arelli could only beg for a modicum of respite.

"Please...agh...just...ogh...give me some time...!"

"You girls will have to get used to our bodies, eventually."

Males, who could understand them? The way they thrust like this, so natural to them, and so foreign to the females pummeled by their impact. Where do they learn it? Does it just come with the instinct? The growls, the groans, all of the girls had heard it today, those sounds which come from the throat of bucks that sounds more predatory than what should come out of a rodent. What must go through their minds? They always seemed a bit crude but nothing like this. Sera could see the blank look in Azel's eyes, even as he growled, even as he continued to work himself through her body. It was like they were transformed, whisked away to some other place, as instinct took over, their need to breed, the urge to plant their seed. Something this simple and primal seemed like it would be easy to manipulate or at least evade but today it had completely overtaken these females, proving to be an irresistible force.

The world bounced up and down before Arelli's entranced eyes. Maybe it was fate after all, a cruel joke concocted by the forest itself. Did the wind blowing through the tree branches not sound just a bit like snickering at her expense? Does the forest have it out for the girls, or in some twisted way, is it all in good fun, some kind of sordid prank perpetrated by nature itself? It was hard to say and for now, Arelli's energy was better spent just trying to endure the sex, and the profound embarrassment offered by this position Hilk had chosen for them.

The sights, the scents, the sounds. From her position, Sera could easily watch Azel's penis ravaging her feminine folds, along with the visual of his virile body pushing at her, his soft belly, his strong chest, his toned arms. Walled between the two of them like this, their masculine scent was sharpest for her, but Arelli could certainly sense it as well, along with the heavy breaths of Hilk as he grew hungrier with every thrust inside. Sera heard more of a pounding as Azel thrust into her while Arelli would endure a wet, fleshy sound every time her moistening vagina was brought down upon the rigid flesh, again.

The boys had won. For all of their quarrels over the years, this one was going to be different. It was hard to imagine how the females would coexist with the bucks knowing had transpired on this day. But there would be no choice but to bear it, just as they did now, all to the sounds of the falls, still flowing in the distance.

The feet of the five females trudged through the twigs and dead leaves of the forest floor, a mixture of emotions ranging from sullen, to embarrassed, to simply irritated. The sound of the evening crickets chirping served as the soundtrack for this walk of shame. The day had been long and only now were they allowed to leave this place. At either side of them, a throng of males, looking on pridefully as the girls passed, many of them still yet to clean off the mess they'd made of themselves, as well as on the bodies of the females. As the girls were exiting the masculine gathering, Azel nodded toward them.

"As a reminder, girls, this was only the first day of the mating season. If it's not too much to ask, try to give us a challenge, tomorrow."

Seed still ran down their thighs as they were now allowed to leave the Boys' Club. For now, the humiliation was over, but they would have only a few hours sleep before it started all over again the next day. Teya turned toward back to Arelli.

"Do me a favor. Don't come to my house, anymore."