Hazel always a character that I wanted to draw skate with at least once, finally got around to doing ;)
Art by me, and the story was written by \r\n\t\t\t\t\t
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A Sword in Her Stone
It was squirrel day and Skater was very, very upset.
The last thing he recalled doing was lying down on some hay in the middle of the Australian outback, watching the burning sun slowly set and turn the sky from incandescent orange to the deep red of a dying fire. It'd been almost too hot to sleep and he hadn't even been aware when he'd drifted off. He had dreamed a strange dream about two squirrels materializing in front of him, one gray and one brown. The gray had said 'Ooops!' and then vanished in a cloud of sparks.
And then he'd woken up in the snow.
Normally he was a big fan of snow, it killed all the annoying summer bugs, was water you could throw, and he always enjoyed painting it yellow and convincing naive forest-dwellers that it would taste like pineapple. But that was in small doses, not when it was up to his waist like a marshmallow blanket across the world, freezing his footpaws off as he struggled to literally wade through it. Where was he, and how the hell had he got there? It didn't make any sense at all. On top of that, his tail had completely vanished. When he looked over his shoulder the usual splash of brown was utterly and totally gone. Something to wonder about later, when he wasn't busy freezing to death.
In the end he'd found a pair of squirrel tracks and followed where they led. Like him, the pair seemed to have been trudging through the snow, though at some point they were joined by yet another pair of squirrels. After that the tracks got messy as if the whole bunch of brushtails had been racing around at top speed. In the end he couldn't tell how many had arrived and how many had left. So that was the end of that plan. What to do next?
It was while he was sitting in the white powder gradually becoming a snow squirrel that someone grabbed the tail he didn't have.
"Wha...? Hey!"
He whirled around to get a glimpse of the interloper who had attached themselves to him, and found that his tail was, in fact, very much attached to his butt where it always was. It had merely been covered in snow the whole time. (This sort of thing happened to squirrels a lot as they took 'Out of sight, out of mind' rather literally.) He also found that it had recently acquired another squirrel, though it was hard to tell exactly what kind, as they very much had a deathgrip on his brush and every time he turned to get a glimpse of them they just whirled away behind him. If they kept that up he'd soon forget they were even there.
Fortunately for him the newcomer seemed to realize something and let go, causing him to fall forward into the snow. When he pulled himself to his feet he could finally get a good look at the intruder, who was staring at him with an air of disappointment. Evidently he was not the squirrel they... she had been hoping for.
The doe was a brown squirrel, about his size, maybe a fraction of an inch shorter. She was young, but exactly how young was hard to tell. She couldn't have been a kit out on her own, not in the middle of winter, but she certainly hadn't seen two springs. He waved at her cautiously, always wary of strange squirrels in places he seemed to have been magically transported to.
"Um... hi?"
The doe's ears perked and she unleashed a string of furious chittering. To Skater it sounded completely incomprehensible. Rats.... she was feral. He'd never bothered to learn true sciurine, most creatures he met on his travels spoke the one true universal language, English. He decided to try and communicate through gesture, knowing well that a single raised finger could say more than an entire speech.
"Hello there! I-"
*Point to self*
"-do not understand you. I-"
*Point to self*
"-am Skater. Skay-terrr."
The doe's tail twitched as she seemed to consider this. She sat for a long time as if thinking something over before finally seeming to come to a decision, raising her right paw, curling it into a fist, pointing at it, then at a nearby tree. Skater puzzled over this.
"Okaaaay... You... are... From a tree? Oh! Acorn!"
*A shake of the head. The universal sign for 'Try again fuzzbrain.'*
"No? Chestnut? I mean, that's an oak tree? Peanut? Peanuts grow on trees right? Hazelnu-"
*A vigorous nod, a pause then a shake.*
"Hazel? You're Hazel? Funny, last Hazel I met was a buck."
*Another shake, more pointing to the closed fist.*
"Okay,you ARE Hazel, buuuut... you want something else? Something to do with trees? No wait... nuts?"
*Nod*
"You want a nut?"
*Shake*
"Okay... something to do with nuts but not eating them... wait, you don' mean you want to n-"
The doe pounced. Skater's world went dark.
When the slightly dazed buck came to a few seconds later he was flat on his back under the gleeful doe, who was looking down at him with a very definite... hungry expression. Which was odd,it was the middle of winter, while mating season wouldn't be for months yet. You couldn't make kits at this time of year; a definite bonus to be sure, but odd given it was a feral doe he was dealing with. Still, he couldn't argue; she was very insistent. Very insistent indeed; she was already grinding against him and they'd just barely met.
It was more than just plain eagerness, it was unbearable need, not even thinly veiled or restrained. Skater felt a warm dampness against his fur as he was pressed into the snow, an aroused sex rubbing and grinding over his sheath, slicking it with hot fluids. Though not particularly needful himself the buck's body wasn't about to argue with the gift it had been given and the pinned squirrel rapidly felt himself stiffening up.
"Hey...could I just- no? Alright then..."
The sensation was unusual, he was barely peeking from his prepuce but Hazel was already pressing it into herself. He felt his sheath being firmly and steadily tugged back by the pressing lips of a tight entrance, exposing more and more of his tip, steadily drawing him out. His shaft simply moved from one warm prison to another as it erected directly into the doe above him, inch after inch sinking into her depths. She was already soaking wet, her hot fluids drenching his sheath and balls. Their crotches were pressed so close they may as well have been making out, the buck's hefty pair kissing snugly against the soft fur of his counterpart, nestled securely between the two with not a hair's breadth to spare.
This was, of course, not the usual way squirrels did this sort of thing. His partner it seemed was a bit inexperienced, but was more than making up for that lack with sheer enthusiasm. She kept him pinned and spread-eagled, unable to do much except wrap his arms around her waist. His rigid tool reached full mast as she slowly pulled back a bit, feeling him bottom out inside her. Hazel seemed to recognize that a change of pace was needed, chittering away happily to herself as she began to ride the buck. She moved onto all fours,almost standing above Skater as she began to pivot her hips up and down on his cock.
She moved quickly, her tight love tunnel positively gliding up and down his shaft, the prone buck able to see glistening, well-lubricated inches slipping from her in the brief pause before she descended and took him once more. Her energy was incredible; he felt almost as if he was being rapidly pawed off by a tight fleshlight, only it was the scintillating depths of an eager doe. He began to pant as he got more and more into the swing of things, even though he was hardly able to move. He pulse pounded in his ears along with the chirpy, almost songlike sounds his partner made and she mumbled her pleasure to herself.
"Wow! You're pretty good! First time or- NNNF!"
Skater gasped as he felt something nibble at his neck. His vibrant partner was taking the chance to groom him, nibbling eagerly up his neck to giggle in his ear. Not a part of her ever stood still he noticed; she was the epitome of squirrely fidgeting. He tails wished back and forth, almost whiplike as he felt her licking his forehead, tasting the salt of sweat in his fur. Feeling perhaps that he should reciprocate somewhat he tried to nibble back. There was a few seconds of awkwardness as the pair fought for position, but then their mouths met and they began to make out passionately.
Buck and doe entwined with one another as roving paws grabbed and explored, tongues probed mouths and tails twisted together. The rising passion only grew in intensity at a remarkable pace, the breeding pair heedless of the world around them as they created their own private spot of warmth together, melting an increasingly larger hole in the snow as their bodies twisted and bucked and pressed together. There was a sudden series of squeaks as Hazel moaned loudly into her partner's muzzle, climaxing hard. Her hips slammed down, hilting a slick length inside her as her tight pussy clenched, squeezing and gripping and milking a release that had yet to come.
"Mmmph!"
Skater felt the sudden tension, but his eyes went wide as he realized his counterpart wasn't stopping. Instead she fought her own body, pulling back even as she shivered with sensitivity, releasing a squirt of arousal onto his already sopping-wet crotch. She slammed down once more, resuming riding him as if her first orgasm had been nothing more than a minor distraction. Was she still cumming? The buck couldn't tell; her movements were certainly wilder and more erratic, and he could feel her tensing and squeezing every inch of his dick as she rode him. But ride him she did, eyes squeezed shut, seemingly fighting her own instincts as she struggled to bring him to the same peak she had just enjoyed.
"Nnnf!"
A second series of spasms rocked her body and Skater felt her nip at his neck,almost hard enough to draw blood as her claws scratched wildly at the ground. With the way she was driving herself onwards like this it was a good bet that she'd peak every minute or so, especially if she didn't pause to rest. She'd evidently been very pent up, moreso than the more experienced buck had been at least, but it was equally obvious that she didn't intend to stop or even slow down until the pinned brushtail gave her what she wanted -what she needed- and released inside her.
And he wasn't far off from doing it. It was hard to be madly ridden by a climaxing doe for long without being driven towards a peak yourself and Skater was feeling his own body growing hot, a pressure racing up his shaft towards the tip, only to vanish at the last second but growing in intensity with each thrust. He began to pant and drool, his mind going blank as he too began to act feral, his moans and gasps devolving into the grunts and squeaks of a breeding buck. The dynamic duo getting closer and closer, enveloped in their own private mix of sex and sweat, pheromones and musk, the taste of arousal driving them onwards.
"Unf! UNF! UNF!"
With a few loud, deep growls Skater finally felt himself being pushed over the edge. There was a pause as he felt Hazel pull back, lifting up off of him almost to the tip, before slamming down on him so hard that the *SMACK!* echoed throughout the forest. He felt his two heavy and full acorns pull up tightly as they dumped their load, his cock hilting in his partner like a rod of white hot iron. His entire body tensed and his back arched as he felt the pressure build before a sudden bolt struck him like lightning. He squeaked long, loud and lewd as hot seed poured from him in a torrent. Not a spurt or squirt or even a blast, but a single, unending flood. Without pause or slow or case it filled his doe like a hot tide, as thick as the blanket of snow on the ground, as hot as summer sunlight.
"Ngggh! Take it! TAKE IT ALL! FUCK YEAH!"
It was the matter of a moment for the flood to fill his partner, the young doe having never had to accommodate another's seed inside her before. But the torrent continued, spurting out from her stretched pussy in rivulets, soaking the pair as their crotches somehow became even more hot and sticky. Hazel's legs locked around her counterpart, gripping his waist and pressing them tightly together as hot seed soaked into the ground below,melting the last of the snow beneath them.
Exactly when the blinding peak of pleasure died down neither squirrel could say. Their climax had not been marked with thrusts and bucks; there had been no way, even an organic one, to mark the passing of time. Instead the intensity merely faded, gradually, leaving both participants strangely numb and tingly, like a physical version of spots before their eyes. After the blinding flash of orgasm perhaps this was understandable. It was only much, much later, when the chill of snowmelt began to soak into their fur, that they finally began to stir. How long had they laid there? An hour? Who knew?
Skater once again found his tail partially frozen, quite a large chunk or partly melted (and refrozen) snow sticking to it as he stood up. He already missed summer. But he had little time to think on this as something heavy dropped down from one of the bare trees above, making quite a sizable crater in the snow on impact. The buck was surprised to see a second doe sit up and shake the powder from her fur as she did.
This one was older, and larger, than Hazel, but the pair seemed to know each other as they chittered back in forth in a language the buck couldn't make head or tail of. Had she been watching them? It certainly seemed like it. And Skater had a very definite feeling that she'd liked his performance. He saw the same mischievous twinkle in her eye, the telltale twitch of a tail as she bounded over to him, grinning from ear to ear.
Skater had learned a lot of things in his comparatively few years of sciurine existence, and one of them was that the more experienced does were often the wildest, most enduring and most eager. He found himself backing up under then fierce gaze of the new arrival as she closed in on him, her intentions very, very clear.
"Um... hi?"
The new doe pounced. Skater's world went dark.