Into the Woods
Chester woke up antsy, nervous. Being a squirrel, the energy always jolted through his blood. Surged. But this was a sexual energy. A wanting, a yearning, and that made it harder to shake. He took several deep breaths, and skipping breakfast entirely, went outside. The sun was out this morning. Lemon-yellow, warm. But not hot. That was good. That's good, Chester thought. Foot-paws slipping through dew-wet grass, in a clearing among the trees. He liked it out here. He liked the country, and he paused and stood on the tips of his foot-paws, stretching his luxurious, bushy tail behind him. Wearing nothing. He found a spot and sat down, then sprawled on his stomach in the grass, in the shade. Mind, blood still racing. Still preoccupied. He let himself drift.
He soon shifted, his furry cock becoming harder. Making it uncomfortable to lie facing the ground, so he rolled over on his back. Closing eyes, opening them, catching movement behind him. He spun, spiked with adrenaline. Prey instinct. It was Bell-Bell. His neighbor, or nearest neighbor. Lived deeper in the forest. Chester, blushing beneath his fur, pulled his legs and knees to his chest, trying to conceal himself.
Bell-Bell sauntered toward him. "Hello," she said, as if she'd planned this. Springing up on him like this.
"Uh ... hi," he squeaked out, heart pounding. He could hear it, and his breath came ragged. He swallowed, throat dry. At a complete disadvantage.
"I take walks in the morning," she told him. Looking down at him and smiling, then meeting his eyes. "I know you do, too. I know you like to lay out here. I often watch you."
Chester swallowed again. "You do?" he whispered, whiskers twitching.
She nodded. Very forward. Contrasting with his shyness. "I thought we could ... walk," she suggested. "Together." Her voice betrayed an antsy eagerness.
"Oh," he said, mind reeling, body pulsing. He fumbled for a reaction. "Okay," he said, a little too loudly and eagerly.
A grin spread across her face, and she bent down. For his paw. "Give it," she said.
He put his paw in hers, and she pulled him up, to a stand. Shifting on his foot-paws, his cock was long, hard. Firm. His furry, brown chest rose and fell. "Um," he went, trying to say something. Blushing beneath his fur again.
"Quiet," she went, putting a paw to his lips, pulling him behind her. The whole while, his eyes stayed fixed to her rump, her tail. What a tail! And the way her hips moved. Into the trees they went. They went a ways, before she, bobbing on her own foot-paws, declared she was done walking. Done talking. "How about we ... frolic?" she asked.
The implication was unmistakable. Chester nodded silently, Bell-Bell already wriggled out of what clothes she'd had on. She sauntered toward him, paused, and looked up. "I need a change of scenery."
The trees. She wanted to do it in the trees. Well, we are squirrels, he reasoned, and he carefully hitched up a nearby trunk, to a layer of sturdy branches. In the leaves. She followed.
"Um," he went.
"Yes?" She was pawing his chest, laying him on his back on a wide, thick branch.
"I've never ... " He swallowed. "Done this ... before."
She smiled, as if that were cute. "I'm sure you have good instinct." She bent down, licked his nose, tickled it.
He licked back, opening his mouth. She put her tongue inside, kissing. He returned it, his cock hard and resting on her lower belly. He started moving his hips softly, rubbing it. Aroused beyond belief, he guided his hips down, trying to find her opening. The head of his cock tracing the folds of her pussy. She moaned and arched her back, maneuvering to help him, placing her pussy above his cock. She leaned her head down, sniffing, nibbling him. "Push in," she moaned.
He didn't need to be told. Had already done so. Slipping in, through warm, wet muscle. Sensitive. A growl formed at the back of Chester's throat. He felt a strong urge to lick her up, sniff her all over.
Bell-Bell ran her paws through the fur on his strong chest, sucking on his mouth, forcing him to breath heatedly through his nose. And deciding to take initiative, Chester lifted Bell-Bell up, shifting, and placing her on the bottom. She looked up at him, mouth open, fur groomed and scented. And he began a steady thrust into her. Thrust. In, out. Squeaking at each thrust inward, moaning at each pull-back. She squirmed with pleasure beneath him, eyes fluttering. "Oh, oh," she went. "Harder," she begged.
Driven by instinct and passion, he pumped into her with energy. Cock tingling, radiating shivers through his body, causing him to shudder and yelp. Cum tickling the base of his shaft, trickling forward, pressure building. Mounting and mating Bell-Bell, Chester felt glorious. Alive. Dynamic. Spasms of pleasure.
Bell-Bell fell into a steady squeaking, pawing at his chest, grabbing his bushy tail and nuzzling it, nibbling it. He leaned down and sucked on her breasts, pumping still, building. And found himself twitching, eyes falling shut, as his cock jerked and spilled his seed into Bell-Bell. He bared his teeth and howled, making several loud squirrel-barks. Chittering blindly.
Moments later, her squeaking reached a crescendo, and he felt her spasm, cum herself. Hitting her own orgasm. She clutched at him dearly, squeaking non-stop, moaning, and he fell into her, slobbering her with kisses. Still growling from the back of his throat. When he finally slipped out of her, with a gasp, his fur was matted with sweat and juices (his and hers), and he felt a bit dizzy.
"Oh, oh, wow," he went, leaning his back against the trunk of the tree, legs and paws spread in front of him, on the limb. Bell-Bell crawled weakly into his lap, nuzzling him.
"You were great," she whispered into his ear, stroking his tail. "Thank you."
Throat dry, still feeling laps of pleasure inside him, he breathed back his own gratitude. Pawing at her breasts and tail softly. Both tried to settle down, sat still. And before either could react, they were falling asleep on the limb, breathing each other's fur, warm and nestled. Not a bad start to the day.