Seriously, why is it so easy for Skate to be caught by everyone? lol.
Anyways, Skate has been caught by the slick white furred weasel named Wilma. She uses her slick talk and her sexy dance moves to tease the squirrel and make him spill the beans and admit that he is a spy for white wolf.
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Also for those of you who may not know this Weasel, she is Wilma from the movie 'The Flight before Christmas'.
Check out this sexy little dance she does:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzSsTbsQBLg
Enjoy ^^
Going Undercover
The sky was clear and empty and silent, save for the regular flaps of an eagle’s wings as the sizeable bird pushed himself through the air, talons loosely clutching a smaller, brown object, high above the snowy landscape below. The air whistled past the squirrel as he was escorted over his target, cold and crisp. Were it not for his winter coat he’d be a Popsicle, he knew.
This was his mission now, the eagle holding him would soon be directly above the north pole, where he would be dropped into a convenient snowdrift. (Squirrels were small enough to survive falls from any height, luckily for him.) He would then proceed to infiltrate the barracks of Santa’s Flying Forces, avowed enemies of him and his allies. (Santa never delivered to squirrels, something he had journeyed to the frozen north to correct.) His mission was to gather information on all those resident there so that it could be used against them later. His small stature and agility made him the perfect spy. And of course, when he returned he’d been promised a very...tantalizing reward. He grinned at the thought.
There was a jolt as he was released and a moment of panic as he felt himself start to plummet through the air. He had been distracted again, a curse of his squirrely nature. Now even the flap of wings had faded away as the ground approached; it was perfectly silent, bar the slight whistle of the wind through his fur. He adopted a spread-eagled position, his tail whipping in the updraft as he enjoyed the moment of weightlessness. Below him the broad, wide ground sped to meet him, covered in a soft cushion of snow. He didn’t bother to look at it; he’d practiced this maneuver before. He even shut his eyes, waiting for the impact.
*SHIFFF!*
It wasn’t so much a collision with the snow so much as a soft embrace. He sank straight down almost two feet into the cold powder, leaving an almost cartoonish squirrel-shaped hole. It was a simple matter to dig himself out, clawing away at the stiff snowbank and pulling himself up to the surface. And then... there it was. His target.
It was less... regimented than he’d expected. There was a runway and a couple of buildings, but also something that looked very much like a bar. He reached back into his tail and removed something that was tied there, a wad of paper wrapped tightly around a pencil and held with string. He was to draw out every detail of the force’s arrangements as best as possible, then signal from a local tree to be picked up and relay the newly created map, plus anything else he experienced, back to White Wolf at her base.
He spent the next hour surveying and making notes, carefully walking from place to place, tail swishing behind him to hide his tracks in the snow. At each destination he bought out his pencil and paper and wrote a few more things down. The idea was to cover everything from the outside first, the same basic things that their aerial spies had been able to glean, before sneaking indoors to get a closer look at the inner workings of everything. Unfortunately for the buck things took a somewhat unexpected turn when he ran into a rather suspicious weasel.
“Well, well, well. What, and who, do we have here?”
The words were clipped and interrogative, like the weasel herself. She was a head taller than Skate, but probably just a heavy, her body longer and thinner than his. Her coat was a blinding, snowy white, save for the tip of her tail which was grayish. Emerald-turquoise eyes sparkled beneath exquisitely long eyelashes and a pair of arching 'brows, each a deep coal black. She was sleekness itself, less a creature of skin and bone and more like an icy zephyr made solid. As the stunned squirrel watched dumbly she dove into the snow like a fish might water, reappearing a second later several feet away and behind him. He'd heard of he hypnotic 'weasel dances' used to capture unsuspecting squirrels and rabbits, but he'd never really believed in such things before. He believed now, the way she moved was entrancing. There wasn't a single straight line or angle on her, just wonderfully feminine curves.
“Pencil and paper huh? I'm guessing that's not a letter to Santa you're delivering. My my, I think we have a spy on our paws here.”
“I... what? no! What?”
“Okay bucky boy, spill the bean, or acorns in your case. Who sent you and why?”
Skater tried to fight back the mounting panic; he'd been caught, and by somebody who looked like they could outrun and overpower him. His only real hope was a blanket denial and a hope that his naturally honest face would be enough to win the day. But he'd never been a good liar and his facade was already starting to crack. He could probably hold out, at least in terms of sheer denial, but if his accuser had any sort of backup coming he was totally sunk. One squirrel could do little even at the best of times. He eyed possible escape routes and tried to stall.
“Wha- nobody!”
“Uh-huh. So I suppose you're not gonna tell me anything then are ya, sugar?”
“I... there's nothing to tell!”
“Really? Not even your name? I'm Wilma by the way.”
“Oh. Um... Skater. Skate for short.”
“Yeah, short is right. Well then 'Skate', since you're most definitely not a spy, what say you and I relax a bit?”
“I dunno, I mean we squirrels are naturally busy creatures and-”
“Oh but I insist.”
The buck was somewhat confused, turning on a dime the weasel doe's attitude had changed in an instant. Gone was the interrogating tone and harsh words; now she seemed friendly, very friendly in fact. She was still moving towards him, but now in a much more muted, subtle manner; taking short, easy steps as her body swayed sinusoidally. The buck's breath caught in his throat as he froze in place. He couldn't be sure... but it seemed as if she was coming on to him. Of course he saw sexual undertones in everything she did, even simply walking about; he was amazed the snow didn't steam where she walked, but he was pretty sure she was sending some obvious signals with a very definite goal in mind.
“Um, we're talking harmless fun, right?”
“It would start out that way. But if it was to go beyond that I wouldn’t be against it.”
Rather than be offended, Wilma just smiled back at him, showing off two rows of tiny, pointed and very well cared for teeth. The buck swallowed nervously, unsure as to whether this was really happening to him. There was no misunderstanding her response, 'fun' was definitely on the table. There had to be some sort of catch of course, in his experience Skater was unaware of any time a doe had thrown herself at him that had ended well. Not that they did so often in the first place of course.
“So, how about it?”
Skater made a show of thinking about it, but deep down he was definitely interested. He had had some 'fun' just that morning, not a few hours earlier, specifically to avoid seduction by enemy agents, but all that had done was slightly dampen the roaring fire that was his natural rodent libido. And of course, he assured himself, he was perfectly in control. That little release had sharpened his senses and he wouldn't be so foolish as to spill his guts just to blow his load. What sort of hot-blooded buck would he be if he passed that sort of opportunity up? Wilma seemed fun and definitely very adventurous when it came to sexual matters.
“Well I guess so, it could be a nice way to start the day.”
“Among other things, yeah. How about I show you what I do around here? Mostly it's song and dance, though since we don't have any music handy I guess singing is outta the question.”
“Yeah, that sounds... cool.”
“I thought so too. Oh, and sugar? Just to lay down a rule here, no touching.”
“No touching?”
“No touching, or no dance.”
Wilma replied with a none-too-subtle wink. A satisfied smile appeared on her face as she stepped up to the buck, now only a scant few inches away from him. She reached up and put two paws lightly on his shoulders, pushing down slightly to get him to sit down. Skater sat willingly, not needing any further encouragement, sinking slightly into the snow beneath him. The weasel's paws slipped down his body, tracing along his sides until they rested firmly on his knees. This then reversed as Wilma slid them up, easing herself into a standing position as she went, body arched inwards. Her eyes remained utterly fixed on the male's even as she started moving around until she was standing right behind the buck. Moving her paws yet again she very slowly ran them down the brushtail's arms and back up, leaning forward slightly as she did. She repeated it a second time, this time leaning her head down to huff lightly onto the fur on the back of his neck, causing him to shiver as the sensation before she stood straight once more. Skater turned his head to look sidelong as the doe who was now caressing him, still unsure of her motives and sincerity.
“I thought this was a dance, not a massage.”
“So impatient, you young bucks. This is why I date older men.”
One paw remained in contact with the squirrel's shoulder as Wilma slowly walked back around to his front, hips swaying languorously with each step. Her tail accentuated the motion, twirling and flicking behind her as she moved, like a streamer attached to her butt. Finally she stopped moving, standing with her legs slightly apart as she began to touch her own body, tracing her paws over it, leaving thin furrows in her fur, focusing mostly on her hips and thighs. Then she turned around, her back to the buck. She bent forward, which pushed her derriere up at the squirrel, her tail swishing mischievously past his nose. Each time it moved there was a flash of a pale pink pucker beneath it, tucked away in the snowy fur. Forgetting himself for a moment Skater made to get up, pushing himself to a crouched position with his paws. Wilma twirled around like a ballerina and playfully pushed the Buck back down, making him fall heavily on his butt, his tail leaving an imprint in the snow behind him. With a playful smile on her face, the mustelid returned to facing away from him, lifting her arms up high, touching her paws together over her head. Certain he wouldn't rise again she finally began to swing her rear past the squirrels face in wide, smooth movements, her entire body swaying back and forth like a leaf twirling in a zephyr. Her tail swished back and forth with each movement, once more lightly brushing up against the buck's muzzle, allowing him to intimately scent her feminine musk. The squirrel, still somewhat unheeding tried to nip and nibble at the entrancing tail as it flicked by, seemingly hypnotized by it.
Dragging her paws back up her legs, Wilma returned to a standing position and swung back around to face the enchanted male. With a seductive smile, she stepped up to Skate's right side, her toes pointed as she moved to make her walk more pronounced. Lifting her right leg in a measured, leisurely swing, her entire body curled back to maintain balance as her footpaw raised high, brushing under the buck's chin on the way up, pointing skywards. She held that position for a few seconds, fully aware that it drew attention to between her legs and subtly spread the thin slit of pink that dwelt there. Breaking the spell the Weasel doe slammed her foot down in the space between the buck’s legs, sinking it deep into the snow. She ran one paw up and down her exposed leg, leaning her body close to her partner as she did, whispering in his ear as she brushed past.
“Is this better hon?”
“Oh y-yeah, definitely.”
Skater's paws continued to clench at the snow beneath him as he forced himself to not reach out and touch the nearby doer. His eyes had yet to leave Wilma’s body; so far the little private performance was much better, and more stimulating, than he had ever expected. Wilma responded by dragging her foot back, leaving a deep furrow in the icy powder as she swung around once more so her back was to the squirrel’s side. Bending her knees, she moved into a crouching position, swaying as she went down and then again as she came back up. All the while her paws never stopped roving over her body; brushing over her chest and legs, stroking across her arms, caressing and teasing her fur, showing off everything she had to offer.
After coming back up, she swung around once more, crossing in front of the brushtail and stepping forward, getting closer to him than she had yet. The weasel positioned her legs on either side of Skater’s so she could lower herself onto the other male’s lap. Her paws went to buck's headfur, running through the short, somewhat scruffy length and tickling lightly behind his ears. Her hips were rolling in a circular motion the whole time, not quite low enough to make contact, but so very, very near, as if pantomiming riding the rodent.
Using a feathery light touch, Wilma trailed her fingers down and around the squirrel's head, caressing his cheek and leading down his neck across his collarbone, down his arms, and then back up via his legs. As her claws traced through rough brown fur the dipped and presses and rubbed, sneaking close to his thighs but never quite getting anywhere too sensitive. She noticed the heated look in her partner's eyes and knew that she was succeeding at rousing his interest. She leaned forward, rising up slightly so that her smooth, alabaster chest was at his eye level.
“Remember now, no touching.”
As she eased herself up so that she was standing right in front of the bedeviled buck she could swear she heard a slight growl of frustration. She began to hum, a wordless tune barely on the verge of being heard. The squirrel recognized the melody of 'Santa Baby', an old but... interesting song. She wrapped her arms tightly about herself, down by her waist, before rubbing herself the wrong way, lifting them and ruffling all the fur on her underside. This was a surprisingly revealing maneuver as flashes of exposed, pink skin were revealed as her coat was parted. The male was able to count every one of her normally hidden nipples as her paws moved upwards, lingering on each pair for just a second.
Hips swaying from side to side, Wilma turned a slow half circle, her back to the buck once again. She crouched down with her knees together and, once she was fully down, she placed her paws on her knees and separated them before slowly rising up, remaining in the bent over position, keeping her head low. From her vantage point she stared at the squirrel from between her legs before swinging her head around in a graceful arc and standing straight.
With her paws on her hips, she slowly began to sweep them in leisurely curves down and inward, converging where her thighs met her stomach. They halted there, momentarily, then reversed the process, pulling apart and neatly cleaving her coat, showing the merest sliver of pink that opened and spread like a rose in bloom as she tugged gently, displaying her inner depths to her audience. Even after her paws released, slipping to her sides, it was still evident, her fur parted just enough to hint at its location. Wilma returned to Skate's lap, only this time facing the opposite way from before. She gyrated and lifted her hips, rubbing against him more insistently now. The mustelid continued to hum her erotic little song to the buck, bending down, her lips only inches away from his. Not breaking the tune for a second she pointed a finger and gently rubbed under his chin, making him purr a little before locking him in a quick kiss and going back to dancing. The weasel's ears were perked now, and her fine, almost invisible whiskers were splayed and twitching. It was a little known fact, except among those of a somewhat feral bent, that there were certain, very definite, signs that showed when someone was aroused.
“Someone is getting turned on...”
“Well yeah sugar, but you could only hold out so long, don't feel too bad about it.”
It was true; any signals the weasel was giving were being clearly drowned out by those of the squirrel. A smile on her face, Wilma turned around so that she could face the buck. She put her arms over hiss shoulders as she winked suggestively. While he was distracted, and without breaking eye contact, a soft, white paw roved slowly downwards, curling under his chin, across his chest and down his stomach. It flicked off a tuft of fur but the unexpectedly darted forward, expertly hitting an exposed sheath. Wilma wrapped her paw around the subtle protrusion and began to squeeze and relax in a nice, slow-going cycle; kneading and massaging the bucks bulge as it slowly grew more prominent. It wasn't long before the warm pouch had a stiff core, a buried length that the weasel's paw curled around and tugged at. A slim, silky finger dipped into the confines of the warm sheath, poking and exploring, tracing gently over the sensitive tip that lay there.
“Come on little guy, you're missing all the fun.”
“NNF!”
It took little coaxing to make the pink point peek expectantly from its hiding place. With her paw still holding his furred curves she rubbed a thumb over the emerging head in short,sharp strokes, smiling as each caress causes it to twitch slightly and grow longer, inch by inch. It wasn't long before she had to use both paws, one diving down to fondle a heavy, soft nutsack while the other gripped and squeezed the newly emerged shaft - not stroking but continuing the same cycle of pressure and release she'd used on the buck's sheath. It wasn't until nearly half of him was free that her paw began to move slowly up and down the hardening length, feeling it fill with heat and firmness with every lingering stroke.
Eventually she abandoned his orbs altogether and focused both of her paws on his member; raising one to his tip, curling around it gently then stroking downward in a slow, smooth movement, tightening her grip as she did so until she was right at his base. She'd sink low enough to push his sheath back slightly, twisting her paw around and around the broad girth even as another paw attacked his point, only letting go when it was time for them to swap. This kept a constant, grinding friction down the buck's shaft that soon had him at full mast, his cock straining upwards against the constant velvety-pawed assault. Gradually she made a game of it, tugging him forward more and more with each stroke, pointing his cock at her. She'd leave a paw behind it, waiting as she released him so that his shaft would flick back up and smack gently into it, starting the process anew. Finally, when she was sure that his tool was a rigid as it'd ever get, she backed off, letting it jerk gently as the cool air blew over it, admiring her work. Occasionally she'd poke and tweak it, grinning as the male's hips twitched and his shaft bobbed.
“So I'm doing all the work here huh?”
“I’m not allowed to touch. Remember?”
In response, Wilma grabbed the buck’s paws and placed them on her chest. No more encouragement than that was needed; the squirrel's paws had been itching to reach out and touch, and the feel of her hot fur beneath them was a heavenly contrast to the cold snow they'd so recently been clutching. He had done as he had been told and kept his paws to himself the entire dance. But it seemed he was free to use them however he liked now. And to start off with, he swept aside the pale fur covering Wilma’s chest, aiming for a target he'd seen earlier. His memory served him well; beneath it was a hidden, pink rise. The buck smirked and rolled the nipple between his thumb and index finger until it hardened into a perky nub. Then, since it was so close, he bent his head and started sucking on what he had just created.
The weasel queen closed her eyes and bit the corner of her lip as a moan was drawn from her. She tilted her head back as Skater continued to suck softly, tracing his tongue over her. Her arms reached over and grasped him, her paws clenched at the back of his head. When she felt a tender tug, she opened her eyes and watched as the brushtail's free paw slid across to investigate and tease the other nipple.
“Alright then, my turn.”
Skater continued to suckle and toy first with one teat and then the other for several minutes. All throughout, soft moans came from Wilma; she was nearly squirming in his lap at that point. With her head tilted back, Wilma felt herself being pushed away. She watched with interest as the buck stood up and stepped back. With a theatrically flourish of his own he fell forward; landing softly in the snow in front of her, flat on his stomach. Wilma stayed standing, curious as Skate crouched on the ground between her legs. She gasped when she felt the touch of lips on her ankle. From there, he continued to kiss his way up, taking care to hit all the tender spots. Wilma’s hips bucked and she almost fell forward when he reached the juncture between her legs. Her feet stomped, planted firmly into the snow. When one paw lifted to reach forward to steady her, it was stopped by a grinning buck.
“Uh uh. No touching.”
“I don’t know if I can do that sugar...”
“If you can’t, then I'll stop.”
“Hah. I’ll just have t' try then.”
The weasel pulled back, returning to standing. But the smile that appeared on her face couldn’t be stopped, a mischievous spark in her eye. She was enjoying this sudden turnabout, catching onto just what the brushtail was doing. Now that the doe had been made aware of the situation, Skate returned to what, and who, he had previously been doing. He spread her tender lips apart, lowered his head, and blew softly on the hidden nub. When Wilma’s hips bucked again, he brought a paw up to one hip, gripping tightly and putting pressure there to hold his partner in place. He flicked his tongue back and forth over the sensitive button, noticing his partner's reaction. Despite her evident arousal Wilma hadn't been wet, not even a trace, before. But at this point she was steadily getting moist. Skater removed his paw, muzzle diving forward as he started to suck on the tender clit, lapping up the sweet juices.
Wilma gasped loudly as first one finger dipped inside her and then a second. With each rhythmic stroke, she fought the urge to reach out and touch her partner, moaning to show her approval. Her legs spread wider to allow a deeper probing. The buck took advantage of this, situating himself directly between the doe's legs; planting himself firmly on his knees . His fingers started to move up and down, alternating back and forth. Wilma gasped; if not for the paw holding her in place, it was likely she would have fallen over. Her own paws now clenched into fists, fighting the urge to reach out and grab her partner. A smug smirk appeared on the squirrel's face, being well aware that he was pleasuring her so much. His fingers continued to tickle the slick walls inside her body as he began to suck harder. Her eyes were squeezed shut, head moving from side to side. Her moans became louder and were closer together the closer she came to a peak. Eventually it was too much; both paws reached out and gripped the brushtail, who immediately withdrew, smirking.
“Looks like someone broke the rules.”
“Yup. Guess you'll have to' stop; which is fine by me; we still haven't got to the bottom of this spy business. As much fun as I'm having, I'm afraid I can't let you take over hon.”
“Wait, what?”
Now it was the doe's turn to step back, out of reach of the buck, who stared in surprise. He was sure she'd been close, his own cock throbbed needfully between his legs.As the ripples of pleasure began to fade, after effects vanished from the queen. Wilma panted for breath, finding it a bit difficult for a minute or two, but quickly regaining control with a satisfied smile. The astounded male could hardly believe someone could get so close and simply back off. She was pacing now, walking around him and cooling down after the rather vigorous play session. She kept pacing by him, letting her long tail brush over his shoulder with the tip giving him a bit of a flick before she turned. Wilma lightly spread her arms and glanced over to the factory and the smoke that was billowing up from it.
“It's simple; we'll finish this once you tell me exactly who sent you and why.”
“But I wasn't-”
“Yes you was, and until you admit it... well it's my turn again, no mercy.”
All the while she was talking and circling her tail had been poking and flicking and brushing over Skate's shaft; reminding him of his unfulfilled need. It was almost an absent-minded habit of hers, as far as he could tell; some people drummed their fingers, or cracked their knuckles, to keep themselves busy. Wilma played with his dick. Constantly. In fact, looking back at their short time together, he was fairly certain that her paws had never left his lap for more than a minute or two total. She had rubbed, and squeezed, and stroked him to the brink at least a dozen times. And now she was at it again, recovering her own composure while eroding his. He knew better than to hope for an actual orgasm anytime soon; her casual fondling would never be quite enough to actually make him cum — all she would do would be to keep him distracted until he told her what she wanted to hear.
Of course the endless teasing was brutal in its own unique way; that was why she'd been so eager to 'move on' from interrogating him; this was an inquisition all on its own. As she continued to skip past, paws and tail wrapping around his shaft, tugging it in all directions, the squirrel felt like his entire body was vibrating with pent-up energy. Her fur long ago patted back into respectable place the buck found himself fixated on her rear, watching the round curve of it gently roll with each step. In his mind’s eye, she was on her paws and knees, moaning his name as he pumped her full of squirreldick from behind. His eyes traced the curves of her hips and tail, and his cock throbbed with every heartbeat. But he'd trained for this... sort of. He'd spent himself just that morning, not an hour or two previously to... harden his resolve against such assaults. He could hold out, bluff his way through things. (And, his mind added, break her down until she put out.)
“I'm innocent, I swear! Couldn't we talk after we-”
It wouldn't be easy; they'd only just met, yet he felt utterly infatuated with the doe. Her long, sleek body that darted through air and snow, her plump, firm ass, and her gorgeous smile... there weren’t any words he knew to properly verbalize just how flawlessly stunning she was. She was like looking at a perfect diamond, she took his breath away. He'd had time to notice her before of course, but it was only now, with hormones pumping through his system, thick shaft jutting between his legs and the taste of her on his lips that he was truly able to appreciate her magnificent beauty. He was so utterly overcome in fact that he didn't make a single move as she approached him once more and, with a swift flick of her paw against his chest, sent him falling backwards into the snow, landing squarely on his back in front of her.
His shaft swung wildly as he landed, flicking back and forth between his legs like a living flagpole in an earthquake. He felt his self-control slipping as it pulsed and throbbed, seemingly growing even harder as he once more found himself on his back, craning his neck to look up at his assailant. The poor, overawed squirrel rubbed his crotch,, around the base of his rigid tool, jostling his now-heavy jewels inside their furry sack. He looked up, almost in anguish at the weasel as his face became heated, red with a rising blush over his position. He was both embarrassed to have been bested and incredibly aroused. A low growl escaped his throat as she drew nearer once more.
“Oh? Getting impatient are we, sugar? Well you're mine now, and I’ll make sure that you remember that.”
The mustelid stood neatly between the buck’s legs; just the fact that she stood and he had fallen to her charms was somehow driving him even more wild. She eyed his full pupmakers, a prime target for one last bit of fun, raising up her foot, splaying her toeclaws and staring at the brushtail’s embarrassed expression. Before the buck could react her foot stomped down, only slowing at the very last moment, right as the squirrel flinched and tensed, waiting for impact. Instead her foot squished softly against his sheath and sensitive orbs. It was the first real, sustained contact she’d allowed him and lightning-like sensations of pleasure shot up his shaft and spine as he cried out in surprise, fear, shock and pleasure. It was a choked, almost confused sound as he tried to voice a dozen things at once.
“Oh? What was that hon? I thought you wanted me to... step things up a notch?”
She taunted him as she carefully ground her soft paw against the very base of his shaft, gently undulating toes booping against his soft orbs. The fondled kitmakers shifting and moving about as Wilma trapped his sheath between two splayed toes. The buck began seeing stars in the sides of his vision, the denial reaching a whole new level as be bent forward,his paws grabbing at the weasel’s ankle. She waggled a claw at him and tutted in a sing-song, almost schoolmisstressy tone of voice. She put more of her weight on her foot which continued to flatten the brustail’s maleness, forcing the buck to release his grip and fall back into the snow as the rising pressure on his shaft made it fizz with hot need. His legs began to kick at the air involuntarily as the doe lifted up her foot up... for only a moment, just to press back, this time with more of a focus on her new toy’s balls. The squirrel cried out again, almost a squeak, tinged with concern.
“Oh re-laax! You’re dealing with a professional!”
Her outstretched toes began pressing, prodding, and kneading his loaded sack; smushing it against his pelvis. The weight was enough to worry him, working his already tense emotional state to a new peak. But it was never enough to hurt, bar the rising sense of blue balls he was getting after such a long, yet unrewarded, stimulation. With renewed vigor the buck tried his very best to focus, to think of some action he could take to his advantage. But he was fighting a loosing battle; each subdued prod and rub of the weasel’s toes sent sharp strikes of pleasure from the base of his throbbing cock to its very tip and chills up his spine. His member jutting out of his massaged sheath and leaking pre as the footpaw moved slowly back and forth, each time tugging against it slightly, making it jerk. His hips bucked into the sensation, eager for more. Wilma did nothing but smirk as she watched the buck grinding back up against her, in futile imitation of mating. She folded her arms and faked a yawn.
“Jeez, maybe if you had put this much effort in earlier you might just’ve had me by now. Oh well, guess it’s time to get to business proper.”
The doe raised her foot one last time,lifting it up and forward over the pointed pink length below before it descended until pre-soaked tip was just lightly kissing against her pawpad. With a swift sweep she dragged her paw down, right over his length and into the snow. This allowed every inch of the buck’s sensitive shaft to stroke against it in one sudden sweep. The pleasure from this was almost too much for the squirrel to take in as he uttered a pitiful squeak of surprise. Wilma purred with delight as she fell to her knees, cushioned by the white powder. Again a paw reached forward to cup a pair of low-pawing spunkmakers, full of virile white swimmers, a forepaw this time, softer, warmer and more delicate.
“Nnnnnnguh...”
Skater moaned, it was barely thirty minutes since he'd arrived, but it seemed as if he'd been teased for hours. Days, perhaps. The eager squirrel blinked slowly, staring straight up at the cloudy, gray sky. He forced himself to take a deep, slow breath as the weasel sat before him; blissfully aware of how tense her partner had become. The mustelid looked utterly controlled, her soft, snowy chest rising and falling with each quiet breath. He exhaled slowly, willing himself to relax... but then a pawful of well manicured claws twitched in around his heavy orbs, and his whole body trembled in response. The male bit back a whine of desperation, his eyes squeezing shut as if trying to block out the threatening stimulation. Every muscle in his body seemed to be vibrating, pulled taut like a guitar string as somehow his cock grew even harder.
He was insanely horny, his member jutted out especially sharply from his groin; a gentle tug on his jizz tanks pulling it more upright, a thick length of squirrelcock, throbbing visibly with each of his rapid heartbeats. He'd already been pushed so far that his dick seemed like a steel rod, but now it seemed to become even stiffer than usual. At the very tip of his shaft, he could see a drop of precum glistening in the subdued sunlight, like a dusting of fine powder snow after frost. Just below, Wilma’s claws were curled ever more snugly around his nutsack as she cradled the hiss balls in her palm. He bit his lip and moaned, his gaze drifting back and forth between his own denied dick and the silky slick weasel who grinned impishly down at him.
“Havin' fun sugar? 'cause we're just getting started.”
Wilma - oh fuck. She was pushing him to the brink of orgasm with just the lightest touches. She toyed with his erection almost non-stop; with slow, absent-minded strokes, or with wet, sloppy licks, or with other teases that left his balls boiling with unspent seed. Barely a minute had gone by without her touching the buck since they'd met. Her fingers closed again, and Skater watched his penis twitch in response. The drop of precum at the tip of his cock grew larger before slowly oozing downward, attached to his cock by only a thin strand as it fell onto his stomach, leaving a small sticky spot. He inhaled through grit teeth, and his own paws gripped lumps of snow, squeezing them until they melted under the pressure.It was only with great difficulty he finally managed to tear his eyes away from his squirrelhood and meet the gaze of his partner. Wilma was a bit taller and thinner than he was, and he felt a bit small laying there next to her. She followed her his gaze, chuckling silently as she noticed the male’s eagerness.
“Ah? I'll take that as a yes.”
“Nnnf! Oh fuck... that feels so good.”
“Of course, you're dealing with a expert, little spy.”
Her paw was still wrapped around the hapless male’s ballsack, and she gave his twins a gentle squeeze, fondling the heavy orbs and watching another drop of pre drool from his cocktip. The brushtail made to protest, to indicate that he'd rather prefer to have those paws wrapped around his rigid meat, but the only thing that came out of his mouth was a groan. It was followed by a second, longer, louder groan as the weasel finally abandoned his balls and took hold of his dick, as if hearing his silent plea. Her fingers curled around the stiff and throbbing length as she gave him one long, unhurried stroke; her paw sliding in an exquisitely leisurely glide down from a feather touch at his tip to a firm, solid grip at the base. It was all Skater could do not to melt into a puddle of boiling hormones; he could swear he felt the snow evaporating beneath him.
“Now then, I'm gonna have t'... pump you for information hon. Give me what I want and you'll get what you want, it's that easy.”
The brown buck let out a sound that was half-growl, half-whimper as she squeezed the base of his shaft, fingers playing about his sheath as it jerked up in response. Wilma grinned. Her playmate’s cock was almost hot to the touch as he gawped at her wordlessly, slack-jawed and almost unable to string together a sentence. She smiled, showing off the cutest set of tiny pointed teeth, and gave the male’s shaft one more slow pump.
“H-h-hnnn! I t-told you! I'm not spying!”
“Mm-hmm...”
Her paw slowed its movements, almost painfully grinding against sensitive skin as it incrementally swept to a stop. She released him with a swift flick of her wrist, but one finger continued to rub against the underside of the male’s hard cock as she considered his response. She could feel every little spasm that ran through his body. His right paw gripped at her leg, his face staring up at her with an expression that was an invigorating mixture of eagerness, disappointment and a trace of despair. Only a heavy paw on the brushtail's chest stopped him from sitting bolt upright and embracing her in the ehat of the moment. Her tail curled lazily behind her, curving and twisting through the air like a snake made of snow. There was a long, silent pause.
“Now now, we both know that's not true. Why else would you lug such a big, long piece of wood all the way out here?”
“I just... I just wanted... wanted to...”
“Go on... you can tell me, we both know you want to...”
The rodent's eyes were still glued to Wilma’s paw, locked onto it even though it had completely stopped moving. Even the finger tracing around the peak of his member slowed and ground to a standstill, pointed clawtip stilled at the very apex of his prick. When she pulled it away a thin string of precum was left hanging in the air, connecting her forefinger to the tip of his squirrelhood. His breath caught in his throat as the sleek female adjusted her position; her entire body flexing and twisting like a living ribbon in a movement too fast to follow, ending with her sliding down the length of his body, landing on her elbows, her snout now an inch from his shaft. She looked over her partner’s thick member, her claws moving to encircle the overly full spunkmakers that hung below it, even in the icy cool air.. She gave the swollen orbs another gentle squeeze, and grinned as Skater squeaked quietly in response. He watched in dead silence, trembling with desire and anticipation, the rest of the world forgotten as Wilma closed in on her newest prey. The female was so very close to his cock, yet as the long seconds ticked by, she kept her distance, always hovering just a few short inches away. As with everything she drew the experience out; in her grasp the buck could feel a strange pressure, an almost palpable need to release. Her warm breath washed over him, making him tweak frantically with every exhalation.
“Come on, be a good boy now...”
“N-nnn...”
One by one the squirrel's faculties shut down as blood left his brain for other areas. His pulse pounded in his ears as his mind was fogged by pheromones. He was now at the point where he couldn't see any real reason for not talking. It wasn't as if they'd be able to do anything with the information, right? And he could always lie... A small voice in the back of his head fretted about consequences but it was drowned out by the howling of instincts from the black corners of his hindbrain. The weasel could see this internal struggle on the buck's features as she decided to move things along a bit, looking up at him with a sly wink as her body darted forward just a fraction and she impaled herself on his rigid tool in one quick gulp.
Skater let out a ragged moan, his toes curling in pleasure, mirroring his forepaws as they gripped at the soft powder. The silky warmth caught him completely off guard and his instincts took advantage, assuming control of his body and making it thrust his hips upwards into the welcoming warmth. This was expertly prevented however as the mustelid held him down, her right arm laid across his stomach as she pressed forward, leaning her weight on it to help pin him in place. Indeed she seemed determined to minimize the motion, keeping her muzzle totally still with him buried almost completely inside. She held the position effortlessly with the same practiced calm and control she'd demonstrated during their meeting so far, without the slightest hint of a gag or swallow as she allowed the thick length into her throat. Yet again the long seconds dragged on as she held him, not moving an inch, feeling his length throb needfully against her placid tongue. Then in a slow, sedate, almost glacial glide she slid back up his length, inch after saliva-soaked inch reemerging into the cool arctic air.
“Now how about you say those words I'm just dying to hear? The longer you leave me hangin' the longer I'll leave you...”
The buck's reply was unintelligible and almost too quiet to hear. His throat was dry and his tongue felt like a lead slab. The weasel inched a little closer, muzzle gaping wide and showing off a cute pink tongue the flicked and darted about two rows of tiny, pointed teeth just like she herself darted through snow. Once it was hovering over the terminal few inches of his shaft she pressed her mouth closed around the tip of his cock again, suckling on it with a firmness that made the squirrel gasp. She bobbed gently up and down on it for a few seconds, not once breaking eye contact with her partner as she did so before finally letting it slip from between her lips with a sharp, wet *pop*.
Shutting her eyes as she did so Wilma purred quietly, almost to herself as her left paw reached out and gripped his shaft, pulling it forward slightly as she pressed the tip of her nose to the underside of his shaft. The soft, tapered muzzle pressed against it, following the line of his cock slowly downwards to the point where it met his scrotum, before she nuzzled at his heavy testicles, softly at first then more firmly as she buried her muzzle in them, inhaling their musky scent. Her paw left the squirrel shaft and resumed cradling the cum-stuffed orbs in its claws while she swiped her narrow tongue across her partner’s furred sac, leaving a thin streak of wet fur. Once again her mouth opened wide and the squirrel tensed at the sight of it so close to his most vulnerable parts, squeaking out a protest as it moved hungrily forward.
The protest died in his throat, turning to a shocked gasp as she took his nuts into her muzzle. First it was just the left one, her mouth closing slowly around it as she grinned, sucking softly on it and drawing in the second. The heat of her maw in comparison with the cool air was almost unbelievable; his kitmakers had been drawn up despite his incredible arousal, to shield themselves from the cold, but now the weasel worked industriously to coax them to hang lower and fuller, warming them to match. He shuddered and shook as she rolled them about on her tongue, toying with the two swollen spheres as her cheeks bulged with their mass. The lewd show wasn't merely hot or arousing; after all that had happened so far even that sort of gentle play sent a powerful pressure, a pent-up force so great it was almost an ache burning through his groin. Perhaps it was the first sign of blue balls, perhaps he simply needed to cum so hard it hurt, nonetheless his dick continued to jerk and spasm. Eventually Wilma decided to return her attentions to it, at least a little, and wrapped her smooth fingers around its girth again, giving him a few more agonizingly slow strokes.
Eventually she finished polishing his jewels, holding them in her mouth with subdued suction as she pulled back, tugging delicately causing them to eventually slip free with a wet slurping noise, fur slick and soaked. Following that she switched between muzzling his balls and making out with his cock, giving each a minute or two of attention before swapping over just before the squirrel burst with pleasure, always only just keeping him from climax. As always she toyed with him; at times she'd nip and nibble at his length, or stuff varying inches into her maw. Or she'd paw him off, with lovingly lengthy or rapidly fluttering strokes, sometimes feather light sometimes an almost crushing grip. All the while a paw or muzzle would be fondling his nuts, curling and teasing around them. The buck felt ready to explode, painting the weasel's face a different shade of white, and was amazed he hadn't already. Only an earlier seeing to that morning had given him the stamina to hold out. Finally, as even that resistance began to crumble, Wilma backed off, giving his cock one more noisy, sloppy kiss, before pulling away and licking the precum off her muzzle with a few darting laps.
“Well, I think that’s enough of that; you're not getting any closer to telling me just who sent you here. If you don't speak up now I'm going to have to admit you're innocent and just leave you be.”
“B-but... but you can't-”
“Of course I can, I pumped you for information and you don't have any. So... sorry about all that, have fun.”
“But I'm so close!”
“Not my problem sugar.”
The weasel had already got to her feet and was walking briskly away, not sparing the buck as much as a second glance. The desperation of his position was evident in his voice, almost a whine as he begged for her return. His cock was so hard it hurt, and he found himself completely intoxicated by the ivory doe. His head spun as the chance for so much pleasure and released seemed to grow more distant by the second, slipping from his grasp He could just imagine her; body underneath his, the two of them entangled in passionate embrace, his squirrelhood buried balls-deep inside of her hot depths, their cries of ecstasy echoing out across the snowy expanses. He watched her softly curved rear sway as she stepped away, tail swishing lasciviously and leaving a thin trace in the snow. Finally he broke.
“Okay! Okay! I was sent to spy!”
Wilma turned, a smug smile playing about her face as she retraced her steps, positively flouncing as she walked back to the still prone squirrel. He'd propped himself up on his elbows to watch her leave, but fell back on seeing her triumphant smirk as she loomed over him once more, dropping to all fours to cover the last few feet to her target. Once again she was positioned neatly between his legs, framed by his jutting erection as her gaze bore into the buck.
“Really now? I thought so! Alright then- who sent you? And I'd think very carefully about your answer...”
As she spoke the weasel reached back down to wrap her claws around the buck's heavy balls, his pupils narrowed to pinpricks and his eyes went as wide as saucers as Wilma gave his nads a squeeze firm enough to lightly dig her claws into the soft spheres. Even under the best of circumstances, that kind of grip would have been hard enough to have him severely worried; but as teased as he was with his swollen nuts stuffed to the brim with hot spunk, he felt like his plump jizz tanks might just burst. He went utterly rigid, not daring to move a muscle.
“Unless you want me to squeeze harder.”
He swallowed hard as his mind raced; things had suddenly got a lot more serious. Could he get away with lying? Would she be able to tell? How many questions would she ask and when would she let go? The doe’s claws tightened even further, and for a brief moment, the squirrel feared that he was about to be neutered. His voice squeaked up even higher than usual as he nearly shrieked a reply.
“The eagles! It was the birds!”
“Those featherheads? Seriously? Honestly didn't think they had the brainpower for something so sneaky. That's it huh? The big reveal?”
“Y-yes!”
“Have t' say I'm disappointed; bunch of featherbrains grab some scrawny tree rat and make him spy for 'em. I was hoping for something serious. Oh well.”
Wilma gave one more firm squeeze to the buck, pressing to just below the limit of pain, enough to earn an inarticulate squawk from Skater, before relinquishing her pawhold. As soon as she did the buck's paws flew to his crotch, shielding his acorns protectively. The weasel doe stood once more and Skater felt a sharp pang of disappointment, cutting through the immense relief he felt now that he wasn't in mortal danger of losing his nut cache. If he had any sense he'd simply clam up and make his getaway while he could, but he was far too close and lust-addled now and some sort of bravado pushed him onwards; he just hadto at least ask.. Still the buck bit his lip nervously, his tailtip flicking back and forth in the snow with concern as he thought of the right way to voice his desire.
“I uh... told you why I'm here, so... are we still gonna...?”
“Hmm? Oh right, I guess I did promise, in a way.”
She looked down at him with her trademark smug grin, and then looked down at his hard dick. With Skater lying directly in front of her, the thick length would be right between her legs if she only took a few steps forward. She reached out to wrap her fingers around it and the brustail's eyes squeezed shut as her sleek fingers closed around his squirrelhood once more. She gave his cock a few warm strokes, and felt his entire body shudder in her grasp, his hips bucking upwards involuntarily. She smiled even more widely at her partner’s reaction, but gradually her expression changed; after a moment, she slowed her strokes and narrowed her eyes, the first hint of a frown on her features. Cautiously she withdrew her paw, leaving the squirrel once more bereft of contact, penis quivering expectantly in the icy air. The male couldn’t help but whine in desperation, shattered that what had looked to be finally getting him off had once more ended in denial. When she spoke next her voice was deadpan and flat, utterly bereft of its previous seductive tones.
“Nnnghuhhh.”
“You’re really close, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes. Please, I-.”
“You’re gonna cum as soon as I touch you again, aren't ya?”
“Uh...”
“I want to have some fun too, you know. I think I deserve some, don't you?”
“Yeah... but you-”
“-have spent an awful lot of time and hard work getting you this far. That wasn't fun you know. Well... not especially fun at any rate. You're the one doing all the receiving here and if I'm gonna ride ya I want it to last longer than it takes to sneeze.”
“I can hold off! I can-”
“If we fuck right now, there’s no way you’ll last more than a few seconds. Good thing I have a solution for that. Well, a distraction at any rate...”
With her smile returning the weasel flickered away, returning just as quickly holding something long and thin. It was the pencil from earlier, the one Skater had bought with him. For a moment he was confused, unable to tell the doe's intention as she once more stepped forward; almost, but not quite, straddling him. Then it hit him as to where exactly the pencil would be pushed.
“Whoah! Hey wait a minute! No!”
“It's a distraction ain't it?”
“But you- you can't!”
“We've been over this, I most certainly can. It'll fit and be fine. Unless, that is, you just want to stop everything now...?”
The dominating doe planted one paw on her silky furred hip, her tail curling behind her in a twisting pattern. Skater looked at her hesitantly; torn between his burning libido and his sense of self-preservation. There was a powerful, gnawing need in his chest that had grown over a day's denial and being pushed to the very edge of climax so many times already. He felt like he was burning up, even in the snow. He already knew the answer he had to give; sure it wasn't that thick and the tip had been blunted with use, but there was just no way he could go through with it. The pointed end was already brushing against his tail as the weasel teased him, slowly jabbing it closer as the long, silent seconds drew out. Skater’s breath caught in his throat as he watched the doe pull back, and his whole body jerked as she gripped the wooden length in both paws and jabbed it forwards - stopping a few inches short. The buck let out a trembling exhale, adrenaline coursing through his veins as relief surged through him. His partner was evidently a lover of extremes.
She was most certainly eying him up; even now toying with him as the pencil poked and prodded around his groin, interrupting his train of thought with jolts of sensation as she gauged the distance to her intended target. Finally the dull point gently brushed the underside of her partner’s heavy balls as it flicked up and down a few inches; not enough to cause the male any discomfort, but enough to make his orbs roll around in their ample sacs. It was unfortunate that this had distracted the squirrel so thoroughly; it held him up long enough that the decision was made for him, the pencil jabbing roughly in under his tail, this time for real.
“G-HNNNKKKK!”
Just like that an inch of cold wood slammed into his protesting rear, spreading him before he'd had even the slightest chance to prepare himself for the oncoming invasion. He let out a surprised squeak as a spike of shock sparked up his spine, followed immediately by a wave of strange pleasure that radiated outwards from his very core. It wasn't exactly the first time he'd had something up there, nor was it the largest, thickest or longest thing that had been inserted under his tail It wasn't even the first pencil and he was far from having his limits pushed. But the sudden unexpectedness of the insertion was a rarity and had him temporarily overcome. His eyes watered, and he blinked away the tears just in time to see Wilma push forward again, burying another inch inside him as he squeaked in protest. He felt his body trying to curl up protectively, held flat by the length inside him, gripped strongly by two snowy paws. His stiff dick bounced and flexed in response. Wilma continued to hold her chosen distraction in place, and eventually the buck settled down; having no other choice but to fall back into the snowdrift once more.
“Well now, you're taking that like a champ. And I bet you're not quite so eager to get your rocks off now, right?”
Wilma looked down at her partner’s groin. The squirrel's paws scrabbled absent-mindedly at his sides, but he hadn't made much of a move to try and evict the intrusion beneath his tail as she'd suspected he might. He was almost able to ignore it in fact; his member still stood as straight as an arrow, jutting upwards at the sky, seemingly unaffected. Concerned she reached out and grabbed hold of it,giving the thick length an eager squeeze. Reassuringly it was slightly softer now; still throbbing hotly in her tight grasp but no longer filled with that eager tension she'd felt earlier. She had some leeway now, he could probably go all day if she worked him right. There was a rough tug and an answering squeak as she removed the makeshift dildo, feeling the buck's body twinge, his tailhole slightly gaped.
“Now that that's over we can get down to the fun stuff! Just sit back and enjoy, I got this.”
The buck groaned as Wilma moved, and then suddenly Skater felt her weight on atop him. His eyes shot open to find the mustelid straddling his torso, facing away from him with her knees planted on either side of his body, sinking deep into the snow. That presented him with a perfect view of her rear this time close up and about to ride him rather than swaying seductively from a distance. Like the rest of her it was smooth and sleek, a softly furred curve. Her tail whipped and whisked energetically behind her before tucking between her legs and running over the buck's shaft and sacs, a flickering, tickly tingle that made him gasp. Even now she wasn't short of tricks and teases.
“Mmmurrr, now let's see what you're packing...”
Wilma looked down, savoring the scene herself. She scooted forwards a bit until Skater's cock was comfortably nestled between her legs. She lowered herself down just an inch or so until the hot, subtle mound of her pussy was juuust kissing the rising mound of his plump acorns, the tip of his member poking into the soft fur of her underbelly, skimming almost imperceptibly across it as she breathed, raising and lowering the white wall of fur against it. She murred and murmured indistinctly as she reached down to take ahold of the male’s long-denied fuckstick, grasping it firmly in one paw for the umpteenth time that day, the other paw tracing around its tip. She rubbed a claw lightly against the head of his cock in slow circles around its girth, pulling his shaft forward, its base now rubbing against her own hot sex. The pole trembled in her grip as she slowly ground her hips against it, teasing her clit with the hot, throbbing length. Slowly she began to get wet; certainly it had been fun toying with the male, arousing even. But it wasn't as beautifully physical as actually having a thick, hard maleness pressing against you. Thin streaks of lubrication began to appear on the sizeable shaft as she rubbed up and down it, spreading her wet lips over it while the buck groaned in pleasure.
The tone of Skater's moaning quickly began to change. Certainly the rude intrusion earlier had been both a shock and uncomfortable, but that tiny discomfort was quickly being drowned out by more pleasurable sensations. He could definitely tell he wasn't quite as ready to pop as he had been not a minute ago, the incredible pressure and desire that had burned within him chilled enough to allow him to enjoy at least a few more minutes being ridden. And a good thing too since he felt absolutely elated at having this hot doe so close to him, even though he hadn't penetrated her yet. All he could see, aside from her whirling, dancing tail was the wet lips of her sex, slowly moving up and down to kiss against his crotch, leaving a warm, sticky patch there. Curling his body to get a better view he lifted both arms,reaching out to grasp at the white weasel's waist. He gave her hips a firm squeeze with both paws, then ran his fingers up and down the length of her thighs, enjoying the sensation of her soft, almost downy fur.
He couldn’t actually see what the mustelid was doing to his cock, but it felt amazing. He shut his eyes, the image of the dancing doe still burned into his vision as his mind began to wander. A few more minutes of this, and he could picture himself erupting all over her, painting her chest and stomach in sticky ropes of white. Oh yes, that would be just the thing; he'd love to see her coated in his seed, her face plastered with his jizz as she panted and begged for more. The images rose in his mind and spurred him onwards. Wilma seemed to sense his newfound eagerness and frowned, twisting her head almost 180 degrees to look back and down at her partner. His face was a picture of bliss, seemingly lost to the world. Skater groaned, his head falling backwards as his cock twitched. She growled out a warning, having barely even started having fun.
“Hey! Don’t cum yet!”
“N-nnnhhhh! It... it feels so good...”
“Hey, I want to enjoy this! Watch it or...”
Without any warning the weasel bent over and stabbed a paw downwards, aimed squarely at his still loose pucker. It found its mark with ease, ramming in halfway and stretching the blissfully unaware buck. The male gasped in shock as his already tender tailhole was abused even further. His eyes shot open in surprise as his whole body stiffened. He gasped, his claws tightening around the mustelid's thighs, digging into her skin as another jolt shot through his abdomen. This time it was the weasel's turn to squeak as she felt pinpricks of pain in the squirrel's grasp, grinning in satisfaction as she felt his tight pucker spasm and convulse around her probing paw, trying to push it from him as she firmly held it in place for several seconds, making absolutely sure that her 'message' had been received.
“G-AA-AH!!! F-fuck! Okay! Okay! Stop!”
“I'm only stopping if you're not popping, you're not even in me yet, can't you hold off for five minutes?”
Wilma cooed, wrapping her claws around the buck's erection and giving it one last, long, drawn-out stroke. As much fun as it had been to toy with, it was evident that it was high time to move on, even as skilled as she was she couldn't hold off his climax forever. She leaned forward, lifting her hips a few inches and adjusting her position so that the tip of the brushtail’s cock was pressed delicately against her entrance; the very tip only just dipping between the two swollen, eager lips. She rubbed his dick against her folds for a moment, as she had before but focused this time on the end of his length, grinning at the full-body shiver that ran through her partner every time she did so. Finally she let the first inch of his shaft slip inside her.
“O-oh shit baby... oh yes.”
The weasel doe paused, holding it there for a long moment, growing accustomed to the feeling of a hard male inside her, penetrating and spreading her sex. Taking her time she continued to work her way down the remainder of his cock, sinking down inch by rigid inch until she had taken in his full length, he lips of her sex pressing wetly against the soft fur of the buck's sheath. She let out a happy sigh of contentment as she felt the thick rod twitch inside needfully her; there really was nothing quite like the feeling of being completely stuffed with a hot male length. One of her paws drifted downwards to rub idly at the very base of the thick member, amused at how she could play with both him and herself at the same time now.A finger rubbed demurely at her clit before joining the maleness inside her. A second later it emerged and dove into the squirrel sheath, roving about and feeling the shaft within, pulling the furred covering back a bit as she did so.
Skater’s cock throbbed as he was suddenly surrounded by the female’s embracing, welcoming warmth, and instantly his arousal ramped up by several more notches. He squeaked something incoherent as Wilma began to move, sliding in a leisurely manner back up his shaft and then dropping her ass in his lap once more in a sudden, slick slap. The depths of her pussy felt like absolute heaven, especially after how much she'd worked him over with endless tease and denial. He thrust back eagerly to meet her movements, holding onto her as their bodies pulled apart only to meet enthusiastically again and again and again. She may have been riding him, but the buck put just as much effort into thrusting up to greet her as he began to get into the lustful breeding.
For her part the weasel doe had abandoned any hints of her earlier reticence obviously determined to go hard and fast. If she had any plan at all to tease him further then she certainly wasn’t showing it now. She quickly established a rhythm, riding her partner's dick with unconstrained enthusiasm. Indeed as much as the squirrel tried to do his part the sheer weight and energy of his companion wore him down. Again and again she slammed into him, driving every inch of his thick cock inside her. She growled and panted, putting her the whole weight of body into each downward thrust and every bit of strength in her legs to literally bounce herself up again as if riding a bucking bronco. Each heavy fall slammed into the squirrel's hips, driving them down into the soft snow below. He didn't have a second to recover before another smooth drop plowed into him, then another, then another. Soon he gave up moving entirely, his body lying flat beneath the mating mustelid. There was an audible *slap* of wet fur on fur as their bodies came together each time, Skater’s cock pistoning in and out of her tight sex.
The rigorously ridden rodent could almost cry with joy; he'd always had a thing for predators of all kinds, and white coats were especially alluring, but the weasel was something else entirely. He had spent all day, from the second they'd met, wishing that he could fuck her brains out - or vice versa of course -and now, here they were, humping like the world was about to end. Even under the relentless assault the male bucked his hips to meet hers; instincts demanding he make the effort, futile though it may have been,moaning out her name as her pussy constricted around around him like a satin snake, milking his length. It was a mellow, velvety pressure, not forceful in the least but restrained and understated. Yet there was an energy, an eagerness in it that suggested something delicate going as hard as possible. The silky silvery sensations were almost more than he could bear and, not a minute or two after they'd started, the buck's balls felt ready to boil over. As the squirrel squeaked and panted his eyes rolled back into his head and his tongue lolled out. He gripped Wilma’s thighs lustfully, his claws digging into her skin, earning a half-annoyed slap. His dick felt as hard as diamond, as hot as a blowtorch and as ready to explode as a stick of dynamite.
“Ohhhhh gawd! I—... I... I’m gonna cum—”
“The hell you are!”
“U-u-unnnnffff!”
Wilma gave an almost feral growl, her hips a blur as she bounced up and down on the squirrel's shaft. There ws absolutely no way she was going to see things end this soon, not when she was just getting into her stride. All she needed was a few more minutes... Thinking quickly she almost fell over herself as she leaned forward, scrabbling in the snow for the one weapon she'd already used. The pencil was still there and she gripped it tightly in a paw, pulling herself upright while not trying to break her rhythm for a second. But the strange movement had alerted the buck that something was up, just as he saw her bracing herself, lifting the pointed length of wood and taking a shaky aim...
“N-no wait- whoah! Wai-eeeeEEEEeeeeet!”
Skater’s plea wavered in pitch, jumping up almost into the ultrasonic as the weasel queen roughly shoved the foreign object into him, eraser end first this time. It sank easily into him, loosened as he already was, immediately bearing down on his completely defenseless prostate, inadvertently hitting a target the mustelid hadn't even considered. His eyes shot wide open as he yelped, slamming his paws into the snow and trying to sit bolt upright. The sudden tension made his shaft jerk and convulse deep inside his partner, responding to the violating sensations that flooded his senses. His stammering protests were drowned out by Wilma’s own throaty groan of satisfaction at the unexpected response, her inner walls clamping down. The female slammed her ass down onto his lap, taking his cock to the very hilt. Skater gave an impassioned cry of his own.
“Mmmmmnnn, there we go! Oh fuck yes, your dick feels so go-ood!”
“K-k-k-kkkk! FfffFFFuuuuUUCCCK ME!”
“Oh YEAH! That's it! Go on big boy, fuck me hard!”
The squirrel mewled like a forlorn kitten, his entire body quivering like it was made of Jell-O, the strength draining from him at the shock of the rough treatment There was nothing hotter than hearing Wilma beg for him to pound her, it was something he'd dreamed of hearing since the second he'd laid eyes on her, — but it was hard to enjoy that sublime demand when something cold, hard and blunt was being forced into his rear. With every second he pulled back from the brink of orgasm, the electric shocks running up his spine distracting him from the beatific pleasure in his cock. He scrabbled madly, paws digging into the snow, lifting weakly and even tugging at her thighs, gripping tufts of fur and pulling insistently trying to get her attention. But it seemed that it was her now that was too close to pay attention to her surroundings. Her eyes had glazed over, filled with a sharp, burning desire as she threw her head back in ecstasy. As she continued to slam down onto him, hard enough to almost wind the buck, her paws continued to clutch at the wooden length sticking out from him, yanking it upwards towards her chest, causing the buried inches within to twist uncomfortably.
“Oh FUCK! Yeah, GIMME all the cum in those big buck balls! Fill me right up!”
Her claws tightened their grip and there was a weak splintering sound as they dug into the cheap wood. She was almost falling on her face now, leaning heavily on the pencil which only forced it deeper as she slowly slumped forward. Skater squawked in pain, his tail quivering spasmodically, flicking snow in all directions as it shot out straight as an arrow. He had seen mates get distracted in the throes of ecstasy before, and he was deeply concerned as to what it might mean for his poor pucker. He was far from a delicate buck, but there were quite a few inches of hardwood inside him now and the obtuse angle was stretching him in unusual ways. He watched, helpless, subdued by both pleasure and pressure as the doe continued to vigorously fuck his brains out, her hips gyrating with each thrust. He fantasized about moments like this every day; a tight, hot breeding bitch bouncing up and down on his cock, her sex rippling around him, her moans and cries able to be heard for miles... There was nothing he wanted more than to make the doe scream with pleasure, and to pump her full of his hot, sticky seed. But none of those fantasies had involved something being shoved so forcefully into him at the same time. Well, nearly none at any rate.
“F-fuck! C-could you- A-AAH! A little le-eEESS! Oh shit that's good! B-but maybe d-dontTTT!- H-haaaaAAHHH!”
“Oh FUCK, FUCK YES!”
Despite the the strange, penetrating pressure; or perhaps even because of it, Skater was SO very close to coming. His body couldn't ignore the sleek motions gliding up and down his dick as every inch of his meat was slammed deep into a hot, wet love tunnel only to be smoothly withdrawn and driven in again and again and again. His dick gave a mighty throb, and his whole body shook as competing waves of pleasure and pain bombarded his brain. There were tears in his eyes and he whimpered pathetically; stumbling over his words as he switched chaotically between begging Wilma to make him cum and begging her to let go of the awkwardly inserted intrusion under his tail. But the weasel heard none of it, deaf to the world as she began the final, penultimate thrusts that would push her over the peak of pleasure. She was reduced to squeaking herself, throwing her head back as the sensations overwhelmed her. Her back arched and her entire body shot bolt upright, only prevented from toppling backwards onto her partner by her grip on the pencil in front of her Her sex clamped down on his like a vice, completely unaware of the torment she was inflicting on the paralyzed male as, with a deep, throaty moan, the mustelid queen hit her peak, writhing in ecstasy as her orgasm thundered through her.
“Oh - OH fuck, FUCK! I’m coming, I’m COMINGGG!”
However the buck was all out of luck. On its own the makeshift dildo was nothing, he'd taken longer, thicker and harder in his time and could otherwise easily shake it off. But now the entire force of an orgasming weasel was tugging it forward, hanging off of it as it levered upwards and stretched his abused squirrel hole to its limits. The squirrel let out a wail of desire and despair as the female quavered atop him. In response his entire body thrashed and squirmed, every muscle pushed into overdrive as shudders and convulsions wracked them. He was dimly aware of his hips bucking and tremoring, his cock stabbing upwards into the crushing warmth of a needy sex. The powerful, driving movements still managed to push him closer and closer to climax while making it harder and harder to focus on actually achieving it. There was a burst of warmth from the tip of his prick, but the buck couldn't tell if it was just a copious burst of pre or if the pressure jabbing at his bladder had overcome him. The squealing male had been stopped just shy of his own orgasm. Even as Wilma pounded onto him, forcing hot bursts of something from him, his squirrelhood pulsed fiercely, on the very edge of ecstasy. His mind was a burning blur; he couldn't tell whether he was being driven by pleasure, pressure or raw instinct but there was nothing in the world that he wanted more that to climax, a final peak to bring the entire day to a conclusion. Shockingly Wilma's movements were beginning to weaken and he responded by struggling to thrust his hips, trying to find that final bit of friction to push him over the edge.
And yet, as the long seconds ticked on and the tailhole trauma continued, he felt his strength fade. The cumulation of everything he'd been through so far was finally taking its toll, his body beginning to give out under the assault. Gradually his thrusts grew more feeble, and his anguished yelps trailed away into a faint, muted squeaking. It took several minutes for Wilma to finally come down from the breathtaking heights of her orgasm, and by that time the poor squirrel was practically comatose. As the mustelid's senses sluggishly returned her grip on the pencil began to loosen, until finally it flicked out from between her paws, smacking softly into the snow behind the squirrel in the position his body preferred. Now only her heavy, exhausted weight held the buck down as she teetered back and forth, swaying gently in the cool breeze, her coat soaked with sweat and satisfaction. She went to speak but instead gave an angelic purr, utterly dripping with contentment.
“MmmmuuuurrrrRRRNNNnnnnnn...”
Even as she swayed uncertainly the weasel continued to slowly grind her pelvis against her stunned partner, savoring the gentle pressure of sheath on clit and the feeling of fullness inside of her. After a few moments her eyes uncrossed and she looked down at her partner’s thick shaft, still buried to the hilt inside of her. A paw reached down and stroked almost affectionately over the buck's panting chest as he stared blindly at the gray sky above, one eyelid twitching. His mouth hung open.
“Holy shit, I am SO wet. Wow, that was quite a performance, guess you really WERE pent up, huh?”
Wilma’s eyes fell to the space between her thighs, where a sizeable puddle of sticky fluid had formed between the two. Skater’s groin and tail were coated in the stuff, mixing with the sweat that dampened his coat. She dropped one paw, tracing it delicately through the mess, raising it and watching the lubricant from her claws for a moment. Skater gave a wordless croak in reply, his legs twitching beneath her and his cock giving another forceful throb from deep inside her sex. His rear still burned, a hard intrusion still buried deeply and uncomfortably there and yet... the shattered squirrel still felt like he was on the very edge of exploding. He gripped weakly at the hotly matted fur of Wilma's waist, willing himself to keep thrusting but unable to find the strength. If she would just bounce on his dick for a few more seconds, one last buck...
But a moment later, the female had slid off of his still-denied squirrelhood. There was a prolonged, faint slurp as it was pulled free of her now much looser opening, bending forward as she did then flicking upright once more, tip tapping against her limp tail as it did so. The stiff length bobbed in the open, glistening with the combined juices of the two, cooling rapidly in the arctic air.
“Ahhhh... Hoo boy that was SO nice. Must feel good to empty those big balls of yours, eh?”
The taller weasel stepped carefully forward, walking with a bit of a squat and panting quietly as she settled into the balmy warmth of afterglow. She took a few hesitant steps forward before turning, not quite regaining her earlier composure, but pulling herself together as best she was able. It was highly evident that the entire affair had exhausted her too, though not to the same degree as the battered buck. She glanced down at his groin, and one paw slid southward to encircle his hard shaft.
“Heh, thanks lil' guy, if I wasn't spoken for I'd sure like to do this again sometime. But... well best you give those birds the slip, they're not a good crowd to hang around with.”
As she spoke she idly squeezed his shaft. Skater wanted to cry as the female gave him a few idle strokes, her fingers dancing up and down his shaft, but all he could manage was a shaky exhale. His mind screamed at his dry throat to muster the words, to ask, to beg for her to continue, just a little longer... But Wilma yawned, her strokes slowing to a standstill as the horrified squirrel willed her with every fiber of his being to continue. Instead she released him, wiped her paws on the snow and stood up, leaving him lying there as she stepped slowly away, still limping slightly.
“See ya around, or not. Don't get into anymore trouble now, or I might not be so nice next time.”
With that she was gone, diving into the snow with a flicker, lost from sight.
The male lay stunned for a long time, his body twitching with dying spasms of need. The wind was blowing now and his sweat soaked fur quickly grew cold. His shaft, jutting towards the sky, quickly grew numb and began to retract as the chill started to really bite into him. Eventually, pulled himself into a near-sitting position and reached weakly for the pencil still buried within him, fumbling blindly with one paw. His fingers settled along the cold cylinder and he gripped it, tugging with all of the little strength he had left, like a madman clinging to the last of his sanity. His body shuddered as it pulled free, leaving him gaping. His muzzle moved silently for a few seconds as he tried to find words that described how he felt, some utterance to release the feelings that swirled within him like a tiny snowstorm — but there was nothing to say, and nothing to do. With the tiniest, most disappointed squeak he got to his feet and stumbled away.