Murr, it felt so nice to draw Surly again, its been a little while since I drew him.
I first sketched this up a few Months ago, and I had it still laying around so I decided to make this My squirrel day pic for this year.
The Bird decided to do a story for this too ^^
Oh there is a little inside joke in this story too about My OC Lilly, might be a bit confusing to some. Basically its just a joke about how I haven't drew Her in over a year :P
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Squirrel Day Breeding
Surly the purple squirrel buck looked vaguely skyward, not really paying attention to what his eyes were seeing. Boy, what a night it had been! He could tell how great it had been from the fact that he was both exhausted yet filled with energy. If he had his way he'd simply sleep in till noon and even then not leave bed till sundown.
But... he did have a duty to the park to take care of, plus the two squirrelettes that were lounging about atop him were awfully hot and as the day went on he was sure to get uncomfortably toasty. So getting up was really the only option, as much as his body and mind protested. Of course exactly when to rise was the hard thing to determine, so it was a very welcome development when Lilly, the slightly smaller, light brown doe draped across his chest, yawned, stretched and pulled herself into a sitting position. That was as good a signal as any to rise, plus the younger doe was... Surly felt the stiffness in his back... surprisingly energetic. He prodded Andie, who mumbled quietly, mouth full, before ever-so-gently- pushing her off of himself. By the time he'd managed to lever his body into a sitting position the younger doe was already outside doing stretches.
"Up a little early aren't we?"
"You were up a little late, weren't you?"
"Didn't have a choice with you two hanging around,."
"So I can see, looks like you're only just coming down now."
Surly snorted and jumped, easily clearing the distance from his perch to the ground and landing softly in the grass there. He did have to thank the square-cube law; unless it was onto concrete he really didn't have to consider landings at all. Lilly had finished her morning stretching routine, much to his dismay and was now moving onto grooming out the sticky spots in her fur. He considered perhaps going after some breakfast, it was a perfect morning for it after all, but decided against it when he remembered yet again his appointment with Mr. Feng by the bridge. He was probably, technically already late. Duty called and breakfast could wait. He sauntered off in the general direction of his target, mildly surprised to see the hazel doe following him.
"Oh-ho... want to meet with out little delinquent friend do we?"
"I have to, he's family."
"Brother?"
"Oh hell no; imagine sharing half his genes."
Surly chuckled and engaged in some light banter as they covered the short, five minute walk to their destination. The park they lived in wasn't terribly big and could quickly be crossed at a brisk stroll. It was still rather early in the morning, so they didn't meet too many others on the way and it wasn't long before the familiar large, white ears of a serious looking mouse came into view.
He was standing in the shade just under the far side of the bridge. It was near enough the park's north hill to be a relatively secluded and sheltered spot, despite technically being open to the elements. All of the formerly city mice lived here, in various nooks and crannies. But only Feng was visible that morning, the others presumably still asleep. He stood patiently, eyes closed, paws pressed together in front of him. A less experienced squirrel might well assume he was taking a nap or unaware of the outside world, but Surly knew from experience that he was able to sense even the slightest movement and respond with catlike reflexes. The brown squirrel buck that stood next to him, a worried expression on his face, seemed to have learned that too, making no attempts to escape and holding his tailtip nervously in both paws. But the slightly uncomfortable way he stood and the way he occasionally rubbed sore spots with a paw suggested it hadn't been a quick lesson.
He was thin and scraggly, a little small for a buck with a messy, unkempt coat. He looked in short like someone who hadn't had time to take much care of themselves. This was compounded by the fact that he'd obviously had a hard time of things since he'd been caught the previous day, trying to raid the park's food stores. It had been most unfortunate he'd tried to do so, the parks rodent defenders were quite effective and had quickly neutralized him. After a brief talk with Surly, who'd had to cut things short due to official Squirrel Day celebrations, it had been suggested that he remain incarcerated under Mr. Feng and his gang for the night to perhaps learn some proper manners and have the full extent of his misdeeds explained to him in detail. This had also given the purple squirrel time to organize a few things. The unhappy brushtail reeked of mouse, but briefly cheered up when he saw whom Surly had bought along with him.
"Lilly! Hey! Oh hey Lilly! Thank goodness you're still here!"
She kneed him in the stomach and the buck doubled over in pain, desperately trying to catch the breath that had been forced from his lungs. Lilly scowled and looked down at him, jabbing him with a footpaw in a gesture of extreme annoyance.
"YOU! You abandoned me! For an entire year!"
"Y... you don't understand! There was a fox... and wolves!"
"And that's why you left me, in a park, surrounded by strangers, and a nutcase stripetail to go gallivanting off without so much as a single word of warning?!"
"But... there were rabbits..."
"It's rabbits now? No, to hell with you Skater! You deserve this! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go have a breakfast, taken from the stash that I helped gather, honestly. You have fun you little sneakthief, see you in another year!"
"Wait... come back..."
As the doe stormed off, her tail flicking wildly back and forth with barely repressed anger the brown buck raised a begging paw in her direction, totally unheeded. At least until a stronger, purple paw gripped it and shook it up and down gently, in mockery of a farewell wave.
"Thaaaat's right, say goodbye scamp, you've got a big day ahead of you..."
The white mouse who had, up to that point, not even moved opened his eyes and gave a curt nod to the purple brushtail who had just arrived. His part in all this was over and he scurried away with remarkable speed, disappearing into some long grass as if he'd never been there. Surly waited a moment before releasing the other buck's paw and looking down at where he now knelt.
"So... as I recall you had quite the mouth on you yesterday, which is all well and good, I like a smart comment or two myself. But... it's awfully bad manners to mess with a man's nuts... isn't it?"
The smaller buck looked down at his feet, still catching his breath and not daring to meet the older male's glare. Surly continued to stand there, unresponsive and unyielding as he watched the captive male. Skater swallowed loudly and took a deep breath, his words whisper-quiet.
"Yes... sir."
"Oh good, so all night with the mice did teach you some manners. Now, we both had a long, hard night, in all senses of the word and I'm pretty sure we've both hungry, me more than you. Some breakfast is in order, don't you think?"
Silence.
"I was thinking raid some trashcans, but I gotta deal with you first; someone has to maintain order now that coony bastard is gone. Anyway... breakfast?"
The brown buck was on his knees now, paws clasped in front of him, still staring down.
"No thanks... sir."
"Oh I insist bitch, I wanna see if Feng and his boys managed to make your muzzle any better."
A purple paw reached down and grasped Skater under his chin, tilting his head up to meet the confident smirk of the park leader as the larger male turned his body slightly to face the smaller. Surly's shaft was already emerging into the early morning light, half erect and not quite hanging from his plush sheath, about half of its impressive length showing. The buck reeked of confidence and sex, the mixed smell of several does on his fur. Skater's own shaft twitched in response, even less stiff and more tired after a hard night of mosey mating. Almost without thinking he rose slightly, positioning his muzzle at the right height to match the length that bobbed in front of him, leaning forward automatically until the tip of his nose almost touched it. Yesterday it had taken Surly a lot more effort to get him so primed, but that was before he'd endured eight hours of vigorous exercise with little sleep. Now his tongue flicked out and just barely brushed the thick meat that hung in front of him. He could taste salt and sex and he shut his eyes and shivered. Surly snorted.
"Move it along cupcake, if I have to make you then you can go train with Feng and his guys until you learn how to properly follow instructions. And that could take days."
Skater didn't need to be told twice; his muzzle dropped open and he pushed forward, easily slipping the semi-rigid length into his hot and ready mouth. He began to suck almost feverishly and was rewarded with an instant stiffening of the throbbing meat on his tongue. He could taste the salt and sweat slowly giving way to a familiar taste of masculine musk as his tongue began to lick and wet the engorging length. Not too long after that the pointed tip of the squrrelcock began to press and prod at the back of his throat. His body was too tired and used to gag, though his throat tensed up in protest. Surly was larger than any mouse and fitting the thickening rod down his throat was still somewhat of a challenge. For the moment he simply focused on getting the larger buck hard, which in itself was no mean feat given that it appeared he'd had a lot of fun in the night since they'd last met. Finally Surly's paws reached down and gripped him by the ears; squeezing tightly enough to elicit a strangled squeak from the impaled male as the stiffening shaft began to thrust and buck.
The buck's breathing became uneven as he tried to pant around the invading length. The mixed scents of musk and arousal made his own length begin to twitch against his will, pressing up against his stomachfur as it emerged from his sheath inch by inch. In such a hunched over position even the slightest movement brushed silky fur over sensitive skin, rapidly bringing him to full mast. Yet he knew, after the previous night he was almost completely dry; his seed forced from him in climax after climax as he had taken load after load in compensation. He wouldn't be getting off any time soon. In the meantime the hard slab of squirrel meat was jabbing and spearing down his gullet, steadily driving deeper. He was shocked at how routine it seemed now, as he let his throat swallow around the pressing member and ripple against the spit-lubed shaft.
"Nnnf! Oh yeah... that's much better than last time. I should send you back for another night and see how much better you can get, huh slut?"
Skater tried to squeak in protest, but his packed muzzle reduced it to a whimper. The mice had been small but tenacious... and not as diminutive as one might expect from their mere size alone. He'd been ridden raw and still couldn't walk straight. Heck, he'd barely survived the night without passing out! He swallowed nervously, a movement that had little to do with the rigid cock filling his throat and began to lap and lick at the hot meat as fast as he could; tongue working around the base of the massive member and even leaving his muzzle to swipe and rub over its softly furred sheath. He couldn't take another night like that, and desperately tried to distract the larger brushtail. Surly smirked as he felt the brown buck nuzzle forward; taking in the last few inches of his cock by himself, without even a single tug or tweak on the male's ears.
Surly took his time, glad to see the squirrel's earlier resistance had melted away. The bitch's blows were still rather sloppy and amateurish, but spending the night being pounded at both ends by a squadron of horny and surprisingly tough mice had definitely helped him pick up a few techniques. He shut his eyes and listened to the quiet moans and whimpers that leaked out around his dick; feeling the throat that wrapped it vibrating and caressing over his junk. He shuddered with pleasure and had to yank his little fucktoy back a bit to avoid simply blowing his load right then and there. Despite having spent his night seeing to a pair of energetic does there was just something... indescribably hot about seeing a submissive little bitch choking on his cock and especially when they did so by themselves, without any coercion. He kept the brown buck back for a bit, slowly recovering his resolve before gradually releasing his grasp on the buck's head. His smirk became a satisfied grin as he both saw and felt the squirrelslut keep going; maybe he hadn't even noticed the lack of Surly's grasp. A proper slut of course wouldn't need threats or guidance when it came to hilting themselves on dick, but there was something especially fun about one who needed to be commanded and reprimanded, at least until they broke.
Speaking of which...
He lifted a footpaw and pushed it against the kneeling squirrel's crotch, feeling a spot of warm wetness there. The little cocksleeve had leaked like a broken faucet the day before, but now was barely able to muster up a single measly drop of pre from his evidently aching and sensitive shaft. Feng had done a good job indeed; likely even the mention of climax would make the little cocktoy flinch now. But he was leaking all the same; already hard and twitching, addicted to the taste of a thick, throbbing stick of squirrel meat in his muzzle. He felt the smaller male's length stiffen slightly before jabbing forward, kicking into an exposed stomach. Skater gagged and fell forward, ramming his muzzle deeply into Surly's crotch and impaling himself anew on the thick tool that jutted from it. That was the way to do it; a good toy should be used for pleasure but never their own. They should be kept twitching and unsatisfied. The mere thought of being able to get off while his partner couldn't made his dick throb and he traced his footpads around and around the tip of the squirrelshaft until he heard Skater start to whimper around his cock. To hell with breakfast; the morning was going to be perfect just as it was. For him anyway.
Finally, after around ten minutes of toying and teasing and letting the brown buck facefuck himself raw; after enjoying the beautiful warmth and suckling softness around his cock and the delightful slicks and ripples of sensation up his shaft as the smaller buck licked and massaged it like his very life depended on it... after all that Surly couldn't help but reach down once more and grab the squirrel's muzzle; gripping it tightly enough to nearly draw blood as he hilted inside. With a shiver and a jerk his cock flexed and exploded, cum pouring into his fucktoy's waiting throat. Having already drained himself amply much earlier it wasn't too spectacular a show; burst after burst of sticky seed easily pumping down the squirrel's spasming gullet. The dirty little cocksleeve didn't deserve a proper seeding of course, not from him at any rate, but he'd at least get a decent breakfast, and one he could get used to as well.
Rather quickly the shocks of pleasure dimmed and Surly came down from his peak, releasing Skater's head and catching his breath as he left his fuckstick still buried deep in the welcoming maw. He kept it there until his little pet began to recover, hot, heavy breaths warming the purple buck's crotch as the nose buried there struggled to breathe through soft fur. Finally the kneeling buck was able to focus, looking up at him with questioning eyes. Surly returned the stare with his own, much cooler and more commanding.
"Get off of me. And slut...? Every inch of my dick had better be perfectly clean when it pulls outta that cumhole of yours."
Surly felt his cock spasm and stay hard as the smaller squirrel's eyes went wide at the veiled threat before looking away at the ground. It really had been too long since he'd had some fresh meat to have fun with. Andie was great and all and Jamie was kinky enough to be a real treat; but you just couldn't beat a natural born fuckboy when it came to blowing off some steam.
He felt the brown buck pull off slowly; the subby squirrel's tongue and cheeks working industriously around both the length of his shaft but especially the end of his cock. He was being very carefully cleaned, inch-by-inch as his fucktoy obeyed his command. Nevertheless when the pointed tip of his length finally withdrew with a quiet, wet *pop* from the suckling muzzle there was a thick streak of squirrelseed hanging from it, bridging the gap between the two males. He saw the slut's eyes glance over at the now extracted fuckstick and eye the failure there. The strangled whimper that emerged from the fretting male made Surly smile. Sure Feng could probably teach the bitch everything in a few days of hard work, but it was always fun to see such a natural fucktoy mess up something so simple.
"Now what did I just say, bitch? Alright; since this end isn't any good what say we try the other huh?"
Skater licked his lips, still able to taste Surly's seed as well as a trace of musk and sweat sticking to the fur of his muzzle. He barely noticed them now, having had long hours of experience with both the previous night. The larger squirrel stepped back a few paces, then quickly moved behind him. Seconds later a paw shoved him from behind, sending the brown buck sprawling face first into the dirt. A footpaw gave him a kick in the side, firmly enough to make him grunt.
"On all fours, bitch."
A foot came down heavily on Skater's tail and he yelped, scrabbling madly onto all fours. For a moment he considered bolting; just getting to his feet and running off. But he was both weak and tired and could barely walk straight; his chances of escape were minimal, even without Surly holding his tail down. As it so happened though the pressure on his brush was soon released.
"Tail up, slut."
Skater blushed as he obidiently lifted his tail, feeling it curl up and over his back and leaving his tailstar exposed to the staring male behind him. Not too long ago it had been a tight pucker, but now it was a loose opening that readily gaped in positions such as the one he was in. He gave a shudder as a clawed finger pressed into his back and traced down to the base of his tail. He gave a bigger shudder and a yip of surprise as it dipped into his abused tailhole which was still tender from the previous night.
"You loosened up a bit, slut. Good."
Another few minutes passed as Surly played with his new toy, using his finger to rub and poke and prod the slowly tightening pucker as the stimulation gradually made it tense. He could also see the brown buck's fuckstick twitching and jerking every time he jabbed in beneath the raised tail and grinned. The extended stimulation would make things harder on him later on, but he liked a challenge and, when the stakes were that high, the dirty little fucktoy deserved at least a sporting chance. Gradually the prone buck's whines and gasps grew more needed and desperate as Surly wasted time; he'd blown his load unexpectedly quickly and needed to delay the next step a bit, if everything was going to work out.
"You like this ya little slut? Hah, fuck yeah you do. Well let's just see what our rodential friends managed to achieve with a few hours hard work, shall we?"
Skater felt a second finger invade his hindquarters, the pair probing and twisting inside him, growing sticky with the traces of loads already pumped into him. They expertly flicked and jabbed against his already pulverized prostate and he had to stifle a groan; unwilling to show his captor just how sluttily sensitive he'd become. As he was continually toyed with he began to pant like a dog in the sun, his head spinning as his tongue lolled and he drooled brazenly onto the dirt from both his mouth and shaft. When the probing digits eventually withdrew and wiped themselves clean on his tail he couldn't help but whimper needfully. Surly's grin spread even wider at this, a paw slapping the broad brown curve of an exposed ass firmly.
"Oh don't worry bitch, we're only just warming up."
The buck's body ached to continue, even as he blushed hotly under his fur. The purple paw stayed pressed against his rear, slowly shifting down between his legs. His whole form stiffed and tensed as he held his breath, unsure as to what was going to happen next. The roving paw continued it journey, slipping over a full and fuzzy sac before gripping and squeezing firmly enough to make the smaller male's breath catch in his throat. Then it shifted to his shaft and traced along its length before rubbing just behind the sensitive tip of his length. Skater moaned like a whore, his hips thrusting against the barely-there grasp for what little erotic friction it provided. But just as quickly as it arrived the milking paw released and withdrew and the prone male groaned. That was too much; he wanted... he fucking needed to cum. Even through all the abuse and exhaustion the humiliation and toying he needed release. He couldn't stop the words forming in his throat, couldn't bite his tongue as he spoke.
"P-please..."
"Please...?"
"Please let me cum."
"Oh? And who are you begging exactly, slut? You don't happen to be talking to me now do you?"
"Y-yes sir. Surly... Park Leader... please..."
"I dunno, you're rather dull you know that? Can't even beg properly; can't you be a little more... enthusiastic?"
The prone squirrel panted and gasped again as something else began to tease him, a footpaw this time; lifting up and rubbing against the underside of his shaft. Surly snorted derisively as he saw the buck flinch and press into it only to end up pushing against nothing as the paw withdrew. He saw the flickering look of panic on his partner's face, the need, the churning in his balls. It really hadn't taken too much to push him this far, the horny little cumdump. The brown buck twisted his head over his own shoulder to try and look at him. He felt the throbbing and pulsing deep inside his cock. It was barely anything, just enough to make him crave more stimulation, and he felt his resistance rapidly start to melt away under the pleasure. He needed more of it, he needed it more than he'd ever needed anything before, now that he'd been so close, and he opened his mouth to beg again.
"Please, I need to cum so bad. I'll do anything you ask, just.. just don't leave me like this."
There was a long silence as Skater waited for a response that didn't come. The larger squirrel simply stood there, silently, looking about as if enjoying the morning sunlight. Every time Skater made a move the purple male glared at him and he froze; letting him sit there on all fours for several minutes doing nothing as his arousal slowly began to slip away after being worked up so close to the point of climax. Finally, when Surly figured things had cooled down enough he spoke once more.
"Mm? And how would I do this exactly? 'cause these paws ain't goin' back there anytime soon."
Another long pause.
"I... mount me... mate me. Please... sir."
In the silence that followed even the slightest sound was audible, including the heavy pawsteps as Surly once again took his place behind the prone male. His shadow fell over Skater, leaving a slight chill in the morning air. Suddenly, with little indication or warning, Surly simply fell forward atop him.
Skater almost fell flat on his face as his arms nearly gave out; as another squirrel, considerably larger and heavier than he himself, suddenly landed on him. He felt a probing cocktip brush at the very edge of his tailhole as his tail itself was crushed between the two squirrels; its tip hanging over his shoulder. He managed to recover his balance however, flattening slightly to bear his partner's weight. Then Surly's cock slammed into him.
With a single smooth buck of his hips the purple squirrel was able to bury most of his length into the brown buck's loosened passage. Though it was unlubricated, well cleaned earlier by Skater's muzzle, the other buck's hindquarters were, coated with mouse seed. The massive meat rod sliding easily into him made him wince and shiver as it sank in nearly to the base. Sadly for him it was larger than what he'd been taking previously so his body provided some resistance to having the entire length pumped into him. Nevertheless the velvety and welcoming warmth drew a happy and satisfied sigh from Surly as he felt the smaller male wrap around his shaft. A muzzle pressed up against his left ear and whispered hoarsely into it.
"Oooh... you are a snug little cocksleeve. Alright bitch, you still wanna cum?"
Surly began to build up a rhythm, slowly but surely pressing in harder and deeper inside the smaller buck. They were barely thrusts at the moment, simply slipping out and in again and again, not much deeper than that first, rough insertion. But every swing of the topping male's hips bought a heavy and surprisingly full pair of squirrel nuts to slap softly, almost teasingly against Skater's own and a familiar, threatening pleasure. It was the same feeling he'd endured all the previous night; a rigid tool jamming into him, rubbing against his prostate and threatening to send him into quivering fits as it did so.
"Nothing...? I mean 'No' works fine by me, I mean it'll be a little tricky but I can still have a lot of fun with you leaving you just as needy and desperate as you are now. It'd only be fair after what you tried to pull-"
"Yes... yes, Please... I need to cum."
"I dunno, cumslut. You don't sound nearly enthusiastic enough to me."
Every word the larger male said was simply dripping with enjoyment and pleasure as his cock poked and pushed against the brown buck's tailhole, always threatening to stretch it wider but never quite going far enough to do so; always stopping shy of giving Skater even the tiniest jolt of pleasure such violation would provide. The supine squirrel hadn't the slightest bit of resistance or dignity left; all he could think of was getting off and ending the entire ordeal.
"Please sir, I'll do anything... just like I said. Just let me cum and I won't bother anyone around here ever again. Just... please..."
"Alright then, so here's how it goes; you and I are gonna have a little competition; if you pop first then you're free to go. But, if I pop first? Then you get to spend your nights with a few rodent friends of mine until they see fit to release you. Now... as far as the 'anything' goes, how about you tell me exactly what you are, hmmmnnn?"
Skater's eyes went wide. He didn't know exactly how long he'd have to spend with the mice if he lost, but even a single extra night was too much. His stretched pucker was still very much sore, soft and tender from the pounding it had taken mere hours ago and every jab from the larger male's shaft made him shiver with pleasure, his cock dripping weakly in sympathetic lust. He couldn't help but moan at the feeling just as he had every other time he'd been fucked in the past twelve hours. All those times he'd been used as a fucktoy with little consideration as to his own pleasure, being gradually worn down hour after hour of mounts and matings... He could feel the heavy, warm weight of Surly atop him and the chance that this might be the last of his ordeal filled him with hope. He hadn't even noticed the bigger buck's questioning demand until a hard shove stretched him wider and made his eyes roll back in his head.
"Well...?"
"I'm a slut, sir! A total bitch!"
"Damn right, such a little slut that anyone around here can breed you am I right?"
"Y-yes sir."
"Such a dirty little cocksleeve that you'll beg me to pound you raw?"
Now the larger squirrel was starting to get into things, bucking and thrusting deeply into the brown buck below. Skater's tailhole burned and ached with fiery pleasure as inch after inch of thick squirrel meat rammed into it again and again as Surly sought to slam it ever deeper inside. The smaller squirrel's clenching passage gave way, bit by bit, yielding to the massive intruder as he panted and groaned like the slut he truly was.
"Yes! Yes sir! Yes Surly! Please fuck me!"
It was impossible for Surly's smirk to be any wider than it already was, but he tried anyway. For a second he stopped, shuddering with pleasure, shutting his eyes and enjoying the moment. It was almost as if he'd already climaxed, but instead he was simply taking a moment to catch his breath and listen to his fucktoy beg. A heavy pair of squirrel orbs lay atop the smaller male's pair, somehow ready to dump another load of seed despite all the action they'd seen recently. Finally deciding to get on with things Surly grunted in pleasure tinged with a hint of regret as he withdrew once more. Slowly, almost painfully he pulled back, his cock slipping almost completely free of the welcoming passage that held it. As it pulled free with a well-lubricated *slurp* Skater grit his teeth and clawed at the ground.
In a second the full length plunged back inside, making him squeak as it ground his muzzle into the grass. The squirrel's head spun from the sudden sense of fullness that vanished as quickly as it had assaulted him, only to return a fraction of a second later. Surly was truly pounding him now; he could see grass stains in his fur as he was mercilessly shoved forward with each powerful bucking. The purple squirrel hilted again and again, each time bringing a flowing, surging wave of pleasure that blissfully wrapped around his meat pole as he hit every tender, sensitive spot in the subbing squirrel; every point that had been pounded raw the previous night. The mounted male kept up a brisk pace, slamming in and out at a speed that made Skater feel almost numb with pleasure as even the lube provided by his earlier matings began to wear thin.
"Nnngggh! I'm close bitch... remember the deal... -UNF!- If you can't beat me..."
Skater gasped, shocked things had gone so far so fast. He himself was on the verge of climax, but he hadn't thought Surly was too. The fact that the larger buck had peaked so many times so recently had helped disguise his progress, prevented him from leaking the copious bursts of pre that the smaller squirrel expected from a partner on the edge. The brown buck's entire body shook back and forth with each slamming, punishing thrust from the mounted male. More than half of the thick squirrelcock was ramming in and out of his loosened tailstar with every thrust, his back passage growing limp and unresisting to the repeated invasions. Finally there was a feral snarl and a sharp pain in his shoulder as Surly bit down hard, holding onto him and locking the two in position as he climaxed.
As with previously Surly's orgasm wasn't too spectacular, at least to his partner. He felt the thick rod of meat inside him twitch and jerk and flex as it spurted jets of hot fluid deep into the submissive squirrel's very core, marking him yet again as a cumdump and rutting post. Grabbing, clenching paws squeezed at him hard enough to force the breath from his lungs as the purple male rode out a long and glorious wave of pure blissful pleasure, body tensing up and tail flicking wildly as he moaned and growled, deep, lustful sounds that signaled to the world the depths of his pleasure. Skater struggled and squirmed, tried desperately to push back, to grind against the grass beneath him to do something to push his own climax; maybe a tie was as good as winning? He moaned and whined like the needy little bitch he was as he felt himself on the cusp of climax, just a second or two away from blowing his load once again. And yet... release never came. It just wasn't quite enough; all the pleasure and stimulation had a sharp edge to it, pinpricks of pain that wouldn't let him simply embrace the feeling and blow. He whined and squirmed and begged beneath the powerful male above but couldn't achieve satisfaction.
It was only a minute or so later that the larger male came down from his high, a little weak from exertion and bathed in the warm relaxation of afterglow for the second time that morning. Shockingly the subby squirrel found that he himself had been unable to climax, the nips and bites from the peaking buck above him pulling him back from the brink and cutting off the pushing thrusting stimulation just when he needed it most. He whimpered pitifully for more as Surly withdrew, Skater's gaping pucker leaking the seed of two species, violated and unable to close to hold the copious fluid within him. The purple squirrel grabbed the buck's unresisting tail and wiped his shaft and sac with it, cleaning off the sweat and jizz with his makeshift cumrag. For his part Skater gasped, his moth opening and closing mutely. He'd been so close, so close; how could he not cum now? It was just all too much; too much breeding, too much teasing. He needed, needed to climax. A pitiful whimper escaped his throat, begging for release, for something, anything to finish him off.
"Pathetic. Still, it's a holiday you know. Happy squirrel day, cumslut."
Skater heard a snort from above him and a footpaw jabbed beneath him, flipping him over so he could look up into the sneering face of the purple buck who stood over him. That same footpaw came down firmly on his crotch, slamming into his cock and making him squeak. It brushed roughly up and down his length, each movement drawing a thin spurt of pre from it as the pace increased. Soon he was being roughly jacked off, his body shifting back and forth under the pressure and force of it as Surly leaned forward, putting more and more of his weight on the squirrelshaft. As close as he was even this was too much for the bashful brown buck and he felt his own nuts pull up, ready to release what little seed they had left after the relentless milking of the previous night. With a shudder and a shiver his hips bucked and jerked upwards, pushing against the pressing footpaw firmly enough to almost throw Surly off-balance. In retaliation he pressed down more firmly, shoving the buck below onto the ground and not letting him buck or move an inch. Skater's body twisted and wriggled in response as the paw rubbed and ground into his cock. The first hot burst of squirrelseed poured out of his acorns and jetted up his cock- only to be blocked by the squeezing pressure. Surely savagely yanked his foot back down towards the base of the brown brushtail's shaft and he felt the hot seed forced back.
"A...aaaa-AAAAHHH!"
Grinning sadistically Surly kept moving his paw up and down the squirrel's throbbing length, mirroring the smaller buck's climactic spasms. Each time he tried to release a burst of sticky seed the footpaw shifted up, almost, almost letting it burst free before jerking back down and forcing the burningly hot liquid back. The pressure was incredible, the pinned male begging to be allowed to release as each stroke drove him wilder and wilder with passion, his paws clenched into fists or scratching wildly at the grass around him; tearing up huge clumps as his back arched and twisted. He tried desperately to pull himself up or turn around to hump the soft grass but it was to no avail. Only when his begging, pleading words degenerated into a constant stream of pitiful squeaking and moaning did the larger male finally relent and step backwards.
As soon as the pressure released all of the pent-up seed trapped in the buck's cock and heavy nuts burst forth. The overstimulation had managed to milk his tired nuts of every single drop they held; the massive load built up in his tubes. With a single, long, loud and lustful groaning squeak Skater released his entire load at once. The thick, sticky torrent of seed burst forth in one unbelievably extended spurt; a thick white arc of squirrelseed that curved gracefully through the air and poured out onto his chest, staining the fur there. For several seconds it just kept coming the squirrel's back arched, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and release. It was like water bursting from a firehose, pouring and gushing from a broken hydrant, a seemingly impossible volume. The spurting torrent soaked his chestfur and splattered under his chin, even gushing over his nose and muzzle with the sheer volume of released fluid. If either buck had thought the smaller male to have been drained by a night of mounting they were proven wrong in that moment.
For a long time Skater kept his convoluted pose, his tail bottlebrushing, his spine curved almost into an 'n' shape, every muscle in his body tensed. His cock twitched and jerked, emptied after that first and final burst. eventually Surly grew bored of watching the lewd show and pushed the brown buck over with his paw. Skater rolled over onto his stomach, whimpering and squeaking as the cool, soft grass there tickled his still sensitive shaft. Once more a heavy footpaw stomped down on him, roughly moving back and forth as it rubbed his body against the ground, wiping the sticky fluid on it onto the grass, with some success. The shuddering, shivering squirrel squeaked and squirmed as he was forcefully cleaned, the unbearable friction on his shaft keeping him on edge even as his cock finally began to soften and retract. After several minutes Surly stopped even this, revealing a fresh set of muddy grass stains on the subbing squirrel's stomach. His own cock was already retreating back into its sheath, fully satisfied after penetrating a parade of does and bucks. There was a derisive snort as Surly looked down on his now filled cumdump with satisfaction and disdain.
"Aaaaand there we have it, two failures today. Amazing that you can't even take dick properly; the one thing you were born to do. Well, don't worry; you'll have plenty of time to practice from now on. We might even do this again, though only after you're cleaned up; Grayson's guys really lack discipline when it comes to that sorta thing. And oh hey! Whaddya know?"
Skater looked up, vision blurred with tears. Surly assisted, a paw reaching down to grab him by the shoulder and yank him to his feet. In the distance, but rapidly approaching, was a gray squirrel buck with a companion that the overwhelmed squirrel couldn't quite make out. The purple buck knew of course, and grinned. This was all as planned and the timing couldn't have been any better. Grayson had left the park after everyone had decamped to the nut shop and Raccoon had been forced out. He had a burning need to be a hero of some sort and had sought out someplace else where he might shine. Somehow he'd ended up leading a gang of rats in place of the presumed perished procyon that had previously commanded them. The two squirrels stayed silent until they were a few feet away, whereupon Grayson dashed forward and wrapped his friend in the squirreliest of bear hugs.
"Surly!"
"Hey! How's it goin?"
"Excellent! Excellent! I got your message and just dashed off, it's been way too long since we talked!"
"Too long? Well that's one way to look at it. What have you been up to?"
"Oh the usual, defending the rough streets of Oakton from the forces of evil! Cats, crows, cockroaches, all the usual suspects. Also, I really think Tess is warming up to me!"
"The girl with the collar, right?"
"That's the one!"
"She's a cat."
"Nonsense! Her tail-"
"Some cats have poofy tails. No squirrel stores birds for the winter.
Skater continued to stare as the two brushtails cordially discussed things, picking up some not-too-subtle clawmarks through the gray buck's fur. He was now able to focus on the other new arrival, a dark gray furred rat who was looking at him with a very predatory stare. His worst fears were confirmed when the two bushy bucks started to discuss a 'handover' of their prisoner. Slowly realization dawned on the squirrel and he made to protest, tugging meekly at Surly's arm.
"That... that's... But you said-"
"What I said was you'd be spending your nights with some rodents. Rats are rodents too, as are squirrels come to think of it. Hey, who is this guy anyway? Have we met? He seems familiar."
"This is Alfonz, he helps me run stuff."
"Hey."
Surly nodded appreciatively. The rat was big; not quite as big as a squirrel but close enough as to not make much difference. Certainly he equaled Skater in height. He was thin and wiry but no doubt surprisingly strong, like Feng and his gang. A life on the streets tended to do that to a buck as well as leave them rather... direct, attitude-wise. Looking down Surly smirked, and tried to hide a pang of jealousy. All rats were... gifted in the acorn department, as it were, and Alfonz was no exception. A pair of heavy, full eggs sat between his legs, tucked beneath his tail and slightly oval. For the rodent's size they were massive, as long as his footpaws and several times the volume of any squirrel's. It was, in fact, surprising the guy could move comfortably with them, though perhaps not as surprising as the fact that Grayson didn't seem to harbor the slightest scent of them in his fur. Perhaps that cat of his allowed him certain advantages, he'd have to inquire. At any rate they were unlikely to extend to the brown buck, who flinched as a heavy paw came down on his shoulders. Alfonz grinned, showing a maw full of yellow, pointed teeth and gripped Skater's shoulder firmly. Escape was all but impossible, especially as a pointed pink tip began to emerge from between the rodent's legs and his grin widened. Surly smiled as he wrapped an arm around Grayson's shoulder in a somewhat friendly fashion, leading him away and into the park.
"So... Grayson, just a quick question... you've seen those rats of yours messing about right?"
"Oh yeah! All the time, very active. It's sorta embarrassing really."
"Impressive lot?"
"Well... they're no me, but it's pretty hard to tell the difference... not that I've looked of course. Go for doe, that's me!"
"I'm sure it is, I'm sure it is. Speaking of; we have a new arrival, nice girl. I should introduce ya."
As he walked away, arm-in-arm with his former rival Surly contemplated breakfast yet again. It really was getting a bit late to raid trashcans, they were emptied before nine. Once he'd offloaded the gray buck he'd need to nip off quite quickly to get anything good. Behind him a series of faint, strained squeaks started up, but he didn't turn to look; he didn't need to know how badly he was outclassed by some mere wormtails in another department, the gasping, begging sounds were a clear enough indicator. Besides he didn't have the time.