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Hey all. I know it has been a long time since I uploaded anything, so here is one I had done as a commission. The original submission is posted to the commissioner already, so here is second final draft of the final submission. Be warn, there are multiple grammer mistakes (Ex: has, had, past tense, present tense...etc). Also, there are all too young characters here as well. Enjoy... ^_^

Nessy is always a naughty girl ever since she is a child and being a squirrel does not help at all. At thirteen summers with a small lithe size, she is a brown fluffy furred ball of energy with a creamy white front down into her inner thighs. Her mother often laments to her father of her playful rustic behaviour. Within her village she is known for her pranks, though not upsetting, it is quite an annoyance. Being the only daughter of the family and a middle child, she lives with five strong brothers and her parents in a tree house build by their own hands. Considering her age, Nessy is a young girl that behaves so male like, her puberty did not touch her until nearing her fourteenth season.

The village of Greentip Tree is situated within a forest with heavy foliage and a river running through it. Mainly populated by squirrels, the village houses at least 80 souls and this little squirrel has her fun with all at least twice, excluding the little babes. As she is growing up her teasing got better or worse in certain eyes. Upon discovering her womanhood at the cusp of thirteen summers, she uses her young lithe body to tease boys her age. Her eyes would sparkle with a 'you can see but do not touch.' Sometimes she would feign innocence by leaving her used loin clothing in a boy's pack and his friends would tease him. Sometimes the boys would return it.

Ever since she is young, she always bathes with the boys and rough house amongst them. With the loss of her baby fat giving way to newly found curves, the boys along with her brothers would enjoy touching her body when they play, hidden by the water. The adults would sometimes tell them go further up river so they could have some peace and quiet, thus it is inevitable the village prankster would tease even more while the maturing girls scoff at her behaviour.

Sometimes, a boy would 'accidently' have dyed black fur or worms in his clothing. One time, she slips a frog into a boy's pants. When they wrestle in the water or play tag, she would fondle their balls or grab them while laughing. There are some girls that do join in the fun, but when they get near to puberty, only Nessy still play due to the cause of being close to her brothers. The rest of the girls bath down river instead, far away from the boys and near the adults swimming area.

She does not mind the touches on her body even after her mother told her not to let the boys touch her between her inner thighs. The boys started taking an interest in the growing girls and in a village; sometimes the gender ratio is imbalance. There are 15 families and all have blessed fathers that have many sons while some have two or three daughters. Others are not that lucky and have only one or none.

There would at times when Nessy would come to the upper river early and wash first. It became a silent rule amongst the boys to let her dip in the river and wash herself first during the mornings and evenings. She did not know of it and has been washing herself while being watched as the boys trickle in to take their turns in the flowing cold water.

Young and slightly older boys begin to have urges and even her brothers are having ideas of their own. Even though Nessy made a nuisance, she is fun to play with and does not mind being near the boys at all. So it is always at the time of bathing they would 'play' a different game in the evenings after the younger boys return back to the village.

There is a shallow part of the river they would go to. Deep enough to stand up but with their waist underwater. One by one, the older boys would corner her and the bolder ones would gently cup her mound and finger her. The first few times, she was slightly scared. Sometimes they dip in lightly and make her go wide eyed at the surrounding warmth she never knew she has spreading open, making her blush and giggle at their expressions of feeling her moistness. Her own fingers would guide theirs to touch her pearl as she gets into the fun. Others would hold and fondle her small growing breasts, rubbing her nipples hidden under her creamy white front fur.

Her hands would touch and stroke their erections and she would look into the water to see their seed clumping into her fur. Thus it became a sort of thing they would do every evening. She became their living doll and enjoys it very much. She get to see and feel many growing manhoods within her palms. Sometimes she would get the the boy she is rubbing to sit on a stony ledge.

The first time she sees a boys spill his seed outside the river water, she Looks at it wonder. The slimy texture and warmness as it soak into her hand fur as she rubs it made her mound flush wet and warm. Something from a boy like this seem both strange and exciting at the same time, yet it is nice to touch and hold. On spring of the coming year, a few months away from her fourteenth summer birthday her body is nearly duly developed. Her breasts are firm and a small cupful each as her hips curve and swell. Even as she matures, she still has that tomboy look around her even as her insides are becoming more feminine. Time cares not when one is growing up and if puberty is little late, it will creep in anytime it likes so long as the girl grows.

One evening, one of the older boys, a bronze furred squirrel got nervous when she is rubbing him in the water. Somehow, the resident tomboy smells much nicer and her body seems more fuller in his eyes. His penis is red hot to the touch even with water flowing around his manhood and his balls are as large as the largest grape she has ever felt. Nessy could feel them throbbing within his sack and she is sure he will spill copiously within the water.

As always, she looks at him warmly, just to see him moan and make his facial expressions when he ejaculates. However, his pupils dilate and he slowly holds her shoulders in a firm grip. Not saying a thing except giggling, she let him push her back firmly against a boulder. Not even knowing her body is driving him wild with unbridled desires as her bloom finally catches up with her. Her eyes follow his right hand as he stops her from rubbing him. She heard him swallow loudly and she looks back up before giving a quick look around them. The other boys are playing with each other while waiting for their turn with her and some are looking at them. She ignores them when he lets go of her shoulder and his hands are underwater. The water is only up to their waists and she could clearly see him hold her hands in his. Together they hold his mature manhood and pulls her close to him.

Gasping softly, his shaft rubs her loin fur. The powerful pulses of his shaft rubs his flesh against her puffy mound strongly. One of his hands cups her rump pulling her close to him and lifting her up to her tip toes. His breathing hard and fast. Nessy licks her dry lips and presses her hips to his, lining him up to the split of her twitching lips. No longer looking at his face, her eyes slowly widen as she guides his head to wedge it between her folds. Slick and slimy, they part tightly around his purple bloated tip and she could hear him inhale deeply. Her heart pounds against her ribs as her body flushes warmly all of the sudden.

Standing steady on her toes, she lifts up her left arm from under the water and wrap it around his torso, under his arms. Holding his manhood with her right hand, her body swallows him into her sex. Her eyes goes wide as her breath stutters until her heels touch the soft river sand. With him glutted within her loins, her body quivers weakly. Unknown to the other boys, under the river water, the boy she was rubbing is now snuggled deep inside its' new home. The shaft pulses within her flower and his hands fully cup her rump firmly. His strong hands made her softly gasp again as her tightness suckles around him, fully deflowered and put to proper use. The penis within stirring her honey pot into a moist quivering mess.

Letting go of his fully sheathed loins, she hook her arms under his and hugs him tight. Not knowing what to do but staying still, she presses against him firmly, meshing their joined hips together. His penis digs in deep and snuggles warmly within her mound. To the others looking at them, it seems like they are both hugging tightly.

He groans and jerks his hips away only to push back into her quivering warmth a few solid times before he huffs out breathlessly. She holds him tight as he shudders. His thrusting made her molten insides milk him strongly and eagerly. Her legs go weak and her thigh muscles clenches tight. The fur of his penile sheath is rubbing into the creamy whiteness of her soft pubic fur, showing no end or beginning of their joining. All that healthy pink flesh hidden within her moist body.

She is breathing heavily as he is and the water around them ripples with his short, firm thrusts. Her hands rub along his back. A questing right hand cups a cheek of his rear and grasps it tight as her head lifts, baring her throat to him as she shamelessly let him rut her willing body. Her very first rutting.

Her humid, moist warmth oils the pride of flesh crafted by generations of pure squirrel blood. Puffy nether lips suckle him lovingly and the release of his seed shocks her. He ejaculates into her copiously and thickly just as a true rodent should. The seeds within his sack boils into their new home and it left her breathless. Making a mess of his stringy gooey litter makers to make her feel sticky and slimy within the apex of her quaking mound. Her mouth wide open in pleasant surprise as she exhales breathlessly. As his tone rump clenches under her right hand, a bolt of his seed messily slathers her from within. Her mound's lips move in tandem with his ejaculating penis. She could feel him throbbing, releasing messily into her. Bolt after steaming squirting bolt of cloudy whiteness full of pure squirrel making seeds are herald by each clench of his rump under her trembling palm.

Her moistness flutters around him as her body becomes excited at the first taste of man seed tainting her flower. Her sex gluts on his offering as his body empties as much of his linage into her empty cradle until he could no more give her another stringy squirt of his essence. Her young cunny coaxes him to have him seeded deeply and firmly into her slender flat tummy.

Rodents are extremely copious, gifting squirrels the blessings of a large release. The thick blooming warmth within her loins tells of his virility putting her womanhood to good use. He huffs heavily into her neck fur as she rubs his back, easing him into his afterglow, not knowing every deep breath he takes forces him draw in the scent of freshly blooming body. His sack has nutted firmly inside her. He spills thickly and copiously within her lustful mound, soaking her empty basket with his own slimy potency. His youthful vigor driven with purpose to seek out fecund ground are thickened and virile, effected by the scent of Nessy's first bloom. The young girl, not having a clue of the predicament she put herself in, is now fully a complete female within her all too young loins. Carefully looking around them, she realizes no one takes notice. It seems like a long time, but in essence, it is only a short while.

Her first rutting only last a few minutes. She feels him tensing and looks back at him. His face contorts as if he is about to ejaculate again but instead, his shaft bloats within her, leaving behind a gooey seminal plug of his ejaculate inside before slowly pulling out. Her nether lips suck his shaft tight, drawing out any leftover seed as it leaves. With her being fully bred, his manhood plops out and retreats into his sheath. His youthful seeds finally put to proper use for the first time of his young life. The boy looks at her worriedly before quickly getting out of the river while stumbling through the water, leaving her behind in the water with her loins messy within and full of his youthful virility. Some of the boys look but just shrug it off, thinking he must have forgotten to do something in the village.

Several of the boys are now eyeing her, seeing she is now free to rub them. She smiles at them widely, assuringly while clenching her thighs together. She did not get her pleasure yet from her very first rut and beckons a skunk boy over. Eagerly, she reaches for him and the other boys chuckle amongst themselves as they see her grabbing him by his wrists before returning to their games. Waiting patiently for their turn to have her help them squirt into the river. Quickly, she presses herself against his chest and spread her thighs open. Pushing him firmly with his back to the same boulder her backside was upon, she straddles his hips. He swallows nervously, expecting only the same rubbing as she gently cups his erection.

She presses her finger to her lips and silently shushes him. Looking around and seeing the other boys not paying attention to them, she turns and grins toothily at him. Grabbing him by the sack, she rolls his balls. With a sharp intake of breath, she finds out his nuts are just a big as her previous lover. This time, chock full with seed lined with a skunk's breed. The warmness within her seeded flower shifts in a sloppy manner and with agonizing slowness, dribbles thickly around the seminal plug left behind.

Lifting herself up slightly, she rubs his penile tip upon the lips of her loins until it wedges betwixt her folds. She looks into his eyes and slowly, both he and her savour the feel of her body swallowing him inside her spermed mound. Stringy strands of rodent seed so close to escaping from their new home found themselves oiling the breeding pike of another male. The lucky skunk, his mouth open in pleasure as churing sounds from his throat voice his ecstasy of his penis surrounded by the slick flesh of her seeded inners. Tight as ever, her flower suckles him deeply as she have herself bred for the second time today, eager to feel him seeding her muff with his creamy youthful release. She willingly enter coital bliss with her second male, wanting the messy feeling of his sack voiding its' contents into her fecund lusty loins.

The boy merphs cutely as he buries his muzzle into the crook of her neck. His nose snuffling warmly, washing the matted fur and flesh with warmth that make her body flush instinctually. Curling her arms around his slowly heaving torso, her slightly arousal swollen breasts press upon his body. The cherry tips of her nipples make small furrows into his pelt. Flesh touch upon flesh intimately as her nubs rubs on him. Swallowing hard, Nessy inhales sharply.

His penis flexes hard within her. Just only a few minutes within her humid warmth, his skunk makers are boiling with his virile goo that begs to be let loose within her tight cooch to compete with the seed of her first lover's rut. It is as if feeling the seed of another male coating his slender prick is driving his nuts to churn more aggressively to make sure his very first ejaculate within a girl... his very first rutting inside a season, heated girl... is loaded with potency to take take root properly within her squirrelly quivering belly. Planting a forbidden mixed fruit instead of having a pure growth growing in her tone midriff.

Or maybe it is the scent of another male on this girl that make him cross his arm around her back and his manhood straining to be more potent than ever for the competition of rooting within. Hugging her tight to his body and with slow unsure movements, gently, his hips move within the cusps of her inner thighs. All that is certain, whenever his bountiful sack rubs upon her inner thigh, Nessy feels the sensation of it pulsing in a weird rhythmic manner when pressed tightly together.

Giving her hard thrust after hard thrust, the water laps around their waists noisily. Lower bodies hidden under cold water, they crafted their coital act, dancing to the forbidden tune of love for one too early for them to experience. As the water swirls around them, his penis stirs her inners into a moist mess of breeding need. His glans poke on the sperm gel with every inward thrust, making it spread apart and squeeze around the trunk of his skunky pride. He gives her a quartet of thrusts, letting Nessy feel his prick move about inside her very intimately before stopping and holding still. He does this many times and the young squirrel lass in her second rutting is given the beginnings of a proper fuck.

Her cute muzzle rest on his left shoulder, maw open with excited breathless pants. Pure squirrel seed leaks out of the tight fleshy seal her pussy and her second lover has made as he slowly jabs in and out. The curve of his glans would scoop out the rodent's gelatin like seed when he pulls away from her quivering warmth. Drawing them as far away from their goal to gain entry into her small fecund pocket to make a place for his line.

Before he continues with his thrusts each time he stops, her inners would curl tight around his spire. The firm veins, the bulging underside of his prick.... the heaving trunk of his penis... she could feel it and picture it in her mind. A male is inside her. Her first lover did not give her a chance to feel properly how a penis would be like when within her. Now she marvels at it. All the time when stroking the boys her age or slightly older and younger, she never imagine having one inside betwixt her legs would give her so much pleasure. The times she sees the bliss on their faces when squirting into the river and the warmness on her hands and wrists...

Her flower's pot has bloom beautifully and her body ripe for the first time has tasted the seed that would make her flower bear honeyed fruit. The skunk moans weakly into her twitching ear as his prick turns hard all of the sudden. Her heart goes pitter patter while her juncture suckles him from penile base to bulging glans, smearing her first lover's semen upon it and wasting it out into the river when he draws out of her before slotting it back home into her lusty steamy sex.

His back is press hard to the solid boulder as her hips press into his. The act making her cunt lips spread open more to push his penile sheath back to swallow up his cock more fully each time. Her right leg slowly wraps around the backside of his upper thighs, pulling him tighter against her lower body. His pike digs in much more deeper into her, the bulgy throbbing glans kissing the dimple leading into that tiny empty basket within. With wanton need, she rolls her loins. Her heart beats faster now. Even in the water, small drops of salty sweat wets her brow. Youthful breasts heave with her labored breath of bliss and ecstasy.

The warmth within her molten pot more warmer and the suckles more enticingly tighter. Her body urging the skunk to do the deed and spill his seed to mix and breed. Her weak squeaks audible only to him as she squirms on his body in lustful desire of nearing her peak. The hug she holds tight as her quim begins a rhythm of sucking on the penis she willingly locks deep within her quivering pot of bliss to urge him to fill with his molten off white gold.

Through her haze of ecstasy, she feel one of his hands slide from her shoulder blades to cup her tense rump dominantly. Feeling it tremble as her moist treasure begs to be filled with liquid gold from his bountiful jewels.

Than it happen. Her eyes half lidded with bliss, staring off blankly, her attention focused on the mess being made inside of the juncture of her thighs. The same spot her mother has told her not let boys touch. Guess she forgot to tell her tomboyish daughter not to let males bury their manhoods in there too as the mephit pride within belches out thick heavy helpings of skunk making seed to douse her squirrel lover's claim of that tiny pocket of hers inside her lower belly. He holds her rump tight and she heard him gasps wildly into her ear as he holds her still. Somewhere inside, she feels him poking at her end, not realizing the eye of his bulgy glans is giving the dimple leading to her freshly bloomed womb a hard loving kiss of life as it spits out long steamy gooey strands of pearly fertile white paste that marks the makings of the next generation of skunks.

Her quaking tummy is taut as a drum. Pleasure she never feels so intensely washes over her as her skunky lover's breath warms the side of her neck. While intimately within, he waters her inners warm with seed. Under the water, the river dance and caress their union, washing away stray leaks and keeping the love making clean. So clear, that should one be under them and gaze intently on their coital joining, they will see two warm puffy sensual petals wrapping tight around a fleshy white sheath of fur that marks the penile base. They could see the sheath bulging and kicking due to the wild ejaculating bucks from the penis hidden within and those puffed up petals would move in tandem with each delicious buck of bliss.

It happen so fast and with so much pleasure. The motions inside especially. He done what her first squirrel lover should have in ensuring the seeds he placed within her first bloom quickens. One moment she could feel a slight pressure before it gives way to a sense of warmth spreading deeper inside her corked cunt. Again and again it repeats. first the pressure, than a release warmth squirting through something within. The squirting is fast and strongly it pelts the inners of her fecund pocket. Sticky strands glue to the flesh before breaking up as more clumpy seed filled strings squeeze past that tiny breach his squirts made within that dimple. Skunk semen bubbles thickly into its newest home. Seeds from both males mix within her, all wiggling against each other for dominion to be rooted inside her taut firm tummy and violate it thoroughly. All the while outside her body, her fingers clench tight to his back as steaming bolts of warmness from his skunk makers are spilled deep and proper where it is meant to be... Not in the cold river water but inside a warm fecund embrace between a young girl's thighs.

Her squeezing thighs tense the muscles inside her taut quim. Mother Nature pats her on the head, rewarding her with feminine pleasure of a rut done right and at the same time congratulating the squirting male with Nessy's own rhythmically suckling sex, drawing in his seed. Glutting it all in and in the carnal act, giving him a few extra seconds of a well earned ejaculate to spit out more. Inside she feels so tender, the warm semen marinating the twitching flesh within her pussy and the quivering seed spitting cock doing its job quite well in getting her bred proper. That tiny suckling breach he made gorges on his offering of skunk laced semen that should in fact be seed from a squirrel. Easing the tightness to let more scavenger seed in to violate her quivering lower belly and push her first lover's seed aside.

When she peaks, her body goes limp, only her sex is tight. As if all energy is sapped to feed strength into her womanhood to give his prick a proper reward. Only him holding her back and her trembling tense rump keep her standing. Doing so presses his happily emptying sack to her inner thigh. Nessy exhales shakily. Throughout their intense release, she feels from start to finish his nuts pulsing and emptying it's stores of pent up seed in which the core within is filled with the line of skunks deep into her quivering belly that is pressed tight to his tone abdomen. Her first rutting should have been like this. This is how seeding should have been done. Seed sown proper into a girl's belly, letting her feel the bliss of coitus. Nessy is now that young girl, helping a male within her muff. Strengthening his squirts so his glans could spit gooey stringy strands filled with fertile seed much further into her blissful mound of ecstasy to seek out her essence and take root within it. Drawing it to bury into very flesh of her young empty cradle and ruining her slender build.

Hidden inside her firm midriff, her tiny squirrel maker is now home to the virginal semen of two males. One squirrel and one skunk. Ejaculates from both are potent, thick and heavy. Virile and strong due to the boys so young seasons and eager to do the carnal deed to seed and urged by her scent to breed. To claim her first womb's bloom.

Nessy lay on her lover's body, feeling him breath in and out steadily as they experience the gentle caress of afterglow. Their incursion into the realm of coitus only lasted ten minutes or so and the sun is still up and glowing bright. Lifting her muzzle of his shoulder, she looks at him. He has a blissful expression and one with confusion. She could not help but giggle and lip his nose teasingly. Quickly, she recovers with her loins burning with the fires of satisfaction. Reaching down to their joining, she gently curl her index finger around his penile base. Already, she could feel him softening. She draws his well serviced pike from within the juncture of her feminity. Her muff, as with her first lover, gives a hard suck whenever a penis leaves its warm embrace. The petals guarding her tender inners from the predations of the cold river water becomes taut and seal all her lovers' seed. Safe and tucked deep within her flower's now gooey warm pot.

He nuzzles her and whispers a loving thanks. Quickly giving her a peck on the cheek, he wades through the water to the river bank. His penis wash clean of the carnal act by the river water and none of her scent clings on his fleshy breeding pike to implicate him of seeding her.

Few of the boys have a turn with her, but Nessy let no more males into her muffin. It never cross her mind to clean herself out. That night when she sleeps, the fertile brew within her muff settles, awaiting patiently for a new dawn within her midriff as the scent of her going into season thickens under her blanket. The next morn comes, her mother smelled her daughter finally growing up and with a discussion with her father, Nessy consent in being confined in her room for a week to learn from her mother to suppress the scent and handle her very first season.

However, the seminal goo has been patient. The sack within both squirrel and skunk has been churning fertile seed since turning thirteen seasons and they have been squirting for less than half year. Living inside for a few days within her are strong and fertile seeds, fresh and young. Battling each other until on the dawn of her third day before the sun even rises and the cockerel crows, her loins release her essence. Within, several tiny vulnerable makings of a squirrel float from both sides of her squirrel maker.

Within the hour, when the sun breaks over the clouds, the strongest seeds from both skunk and squirrel mob them. Dragging each of her poor defenseless essence down and mugging them. The essence of a mephit scavenger that manages to tear the soft shell first digs voraciously in, messing up the pure squirrel lineage within. Eagerly, the seed of a scavenger violates her right down to her very essence of squirrelness. Muddying it and mixing messily, forming the makings of a mixed breed. Only one out of all her body has released is claimed and made pure by her first squirrel lover.

By the time Nessy wakes up, her loins are matted with her moistness due to the erotic dreaming she had of her two first lovers. In her dreams, she made love with them, letting them spill inside her body one after the other. Dreaming as her impregnation is already under way within her tiny semen filled baby basket. When she gets out of bed, her final egg is seeded. The tail end of a skunk sperm drifts lazily away from the final soiled squirrel essence, its's purity now watered down with mephit linage. As she climbs down the tree house to walk to the river to wash, her body is successfully impregnated by her two lovers.

All the release of her essence are now fully claimed and they begin to journey towards her lush tiny pocket that would home them. Her pure bred womb meant to care for a pure litter of squirrel children would be the final thing within her lower tummy to be fully soiled. Not even the pure squirrel seeded essence would save her body from being rooted by the makings of mixed breeds and blindly feeding them all with life. Tenderly, she washes her puffy folds, effected by her season. Clueless of the promiscuous fun she had three days ago is soon to root within her tone slender midriff. Soon to bulge with tiny bundles of mixed breed joy and a only one pure breed as a consolation prize for her family's honour. A young tomboy soon to have her life turn around into a young mommy.