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(Commissioned by anon. Dixie belongs to them.)", "writing": "How Dixie managed to be able to sit her butt down on anything again was nothing short of a miracle, after her ordeal of the Amazon Rainforest.\n\nShe never expected to actually find a tribe amazoness tribe like she had, after she was literally thrown off the boat for her inappropriate performance, and they didn't appear to be too happy to see her.\n\nTrespassing in their domain may not have been her intent, and had she known the punishment she would receive for such a thing, or even just being a canine in their presence, she'd have ran as fast and as far as she could've from where the tribe resided.\n\nGetting spanked in front of them all by their enormous leader was humiliating as it was, but with the immense size and strength difference between the two girls, the slaps to her butt brought a pain that was incomparable with anything else she would have experienced in her life.\n\nShe seriously would've rather had both her butt cheeks branded with an iron, than to do that again.\n\nIt was so bad that her bones were broken in her rear end from the 1000 smacks, yet the tribe's chief only showed mercy once the punishment was over.\n\nHow she survived that, she didn't know, but was thankful to whoever was looking down on her from above that she did.\n\nWhen she left their home, her ass was a deep purple, bruised, and bleeding, her clothes were still soaked, and her pride had been completely demolished.\n\nShe was forced to make a quick getaway through the forest with the little amount of strength she had left in her, despite the tribe letting her go, and she couldn't be happier when the boat came back for her like it promised it would.\n\nEver since then, she swore not to be going back there for a long, long time.\n\n\"Okay, ma'am.\" The doctor told her, looking at her medical chart one more time. \"You should be cleared to go. We'll go ahead and get you checked out and wish you all the best.\"\n\nThat was easily the best news Dixie had heard all day. Being cooped up in this boring hospital room ever since she returned home to tend to her injuries wasn't exactly her idea of unwinding after a vacation.\n\n\"Thanks, doc.\" The young lady fox said, thankful for her freedom.\n\nAbout time, too. Her next trip was coming up in a couple of days, anyway.\n\nThis one was a bit of a difficult choice, between the native forests of Africa or the sights to see in Scotland, but the decision was ultimately made.\n\nScotland, the country of castles, the highlands, the rampant alcoholics and the kilts, had always interested her. So, that's where she'd head.\n\nOf course, Edinburgh was the obvious place that one would assume the tour would take place in, with it being the capitol, but such was not the case this time.\n\nInstead, after having missed the flight over to the capitol of the northern parts of UK, Dixie had to make do with the other tour that was available: off to somewhere called Castle Douglas.\n\nFrom what she understood, it was the name of the town, rather than just the castle itself. Apparently, that was just the pride of the town, or at least supposed to be a major tourist attraction.\n\n'So much for that.' The naughty vixen thought to herself as she left the hospital and headed home to pack again. 'I've never heard of it until now.'\n\n---\n\nThe flight over wasn't anything too fancy or noteworthy, other than the size of the seats being a little too small for her liking.\n\nThe rest of the plane ride was smooth sailing, however, and before she knew it, the pilot had landed the plane and let the passengers off.\n\nOnce Dixie was able to get her bags, she found the bus waiting for the people on her flight, and hopped on, shortly arriving at the hotel she was staying at.\n\nIt sure looked different from the ones in America, that was for sure.\n\nThere were three buildings that made up the hotel, with the middle one being the tallest of them, and each was made from the same red brick material.\n\nIt gave the building a very warm, welcoming look, which was quite a nice change of pace from the hotels and resorts she was usually used to.\n\n'Guess this place isn't so out of control, after all.' She thought to herself, smiling.\n\nIt was a pretty decent-sized hotel, from what she could tell, and there were a fair few people here and there, which was great, considering that it meant there was plenty of room for her and the others on this tour.\n\nSpeaking of, first up was a train ride across the town, apparently on some old famous train in this country, and the rest of the UK in general, and was popular with kids, for some reason. Something called The Sterling Single No. 1.\n\nAlso known as Emily.\n\nDixie didn't know who this 'Emily' person was, or why they had an old steam train named after her, but she didn't much care about that.\n\nShe already had an inkling that this wasn't going to be very satisfying or important to her, but luckily she already had something naughty in mind for how to spice it up, and show her regards to the public of this \"proud country.\"\n\nArriving with the tour guide at the station, he told the crowd of sightseers to hop on board and follow protocol...\n\nOr at least, she thought he did. His accent was a little hard to understand.\n\nAfter a couple of minutes, the train pulled into the station and let the tourists get aboard, and Dixie could get a look at the old girl for herself.\n\nAdmittedly, the train actually did have a pretty nice look to it. Pretty vintage, yet unique with her outside design. The single big brass wheels on either side of it compared to the other smaller wheels, the long funnel at the top and the beautiful emerald green color gave it a rather appealing look.\n\n'Not bad, not bad at all.' The fox thought to herself, as she entered the cabin and found her seat.\n\nLooking out the window, the vixen was amazed at how well preserved the interior looked. Not the fanciest thing in the world, but still looked better than what she was expecting, for what she paid for the tour.\n\nThe seats were all wooden and looked fairly comfortable, if not a little worn, the windows were big enough for everyone to look out of, and the cabin itself had an overall clean and well-maintained look to it.\n\nMaybe this tour wouldn't be so bad, after all.\n\nNot too long after boarding, probably around the 10 minute mark, the train's whistle blew and she could feel it getting in motion.\n\nThis was actually rather exciting. Dixie could already see the sights through the window, and there was a lot to see, indeed.\n\nThe town was a little bit on the bigger side, but was also very beautiful, with the buildings having a similar look to the hotel; a modern look with a vintage atmosphere.\n\nThere was an abundance of red bricks, the road had a very nice, cobblestone pavement to it, and the houses had a very warm and welcoming style.\n\nEven the tracks themselves looked pretty well-maintained, not that most of the passengers could see them.\n\nStill, the tour wasn't anything memorable other than that. The guide was spitting facts out about the hills and houses they passed on the way, but Dixie couldn't understand most of it, due to the accent, and the little parts that she could make out didn't sound all that interesting.\n\nLooked like she would need to spice things up again.\n\nThe guide seemed to love the sound of his own incomprehensible voice and entertaining the less bored passengers a little too much, so he wasn't paying much attention to the vixen. This was just fine by her, since it gave her an opportunity to do what she had been waiting to do for since the flight to this country.\n\nThe seats provided on the train were fairly roomy and she was sitting by herself, so she had more than enough room to stand on her seat and crouch down, facing away from the window as she unbuttoned her pants.\n\nShe couldn't believe no one was taking notice of her yet, but that was perfectly fine by her.\n\nHer butt was still a little sore from her adventure in the Amazon, but it didn't hurt her as much as it did before, and she knew that the window pane would be cold, so why not take advantage of that?\n\nFor whatever reason, she decided to keep the loincloth that she was given as a \"present\" from her time in Brazil, but the reason why didn't matter.\n\nSliding the make-shift underwear down her legs enough to reveal her plump rump, Dixie proceeded to press her buttocks against the window, and instantly felt the cold glass touch her bare bottom.\n\nThe feeling was incredible!\n\nDixie's ass had always been a little sensitive, ever since she could remember, and having something as cold and smooth as this touching her naked cheeks was an indescribable pleasure. Not just from the harsh spanking, either.\n\nShe could finally moon the outside world again, as she loved doing.\n\n\"Haaah!\" Dixie could feel herself start to get wet as she moved her rear end against the glass.\n\nIf anyone would notice her outside the train, now would be the time.\n\nTo her fortune, the train came to a stop so the guide could point out some certain locations of interest. One that came to attention was a bakery called Greggs, where their duke apparently once ate from.\n\nAs the rest of the tourists were listening to whatever he was spewing on about and looking outside, the people who WERE outside could see a pair of fluffy, white and orange butt cheeks plastered on the window, and were more than a little confused as to who would be doing something so vulgar and for what reason.\n\nDixie could tell that people had noticed, and was too engrossed in her current act to give a damn about what they thought of it.\n\nAll she could think about was the pleasure of her ass being rubbed against the freezing cold glass and showing herself off to the crowd, and the rush she felt every time she felt a person or two pointing and looking at her.\n\nThe thought of people gathering around to get a look at what she was doing excited her greatly, and the feeling of the cold glass only amplified her enjoyment.\n\nAs the train started moving again, she kept on shaking her butt against the window, her loincloth still hanging around her knees and her bare pussy becoming more and more wet with arousal. Once it started pulling away from the stop, the vixen turned her head to look at how many people were outside gawking at her.\n\nIt was actually pretty impressive; there must've been at least 20 or so people outside staring and pointing at her, trying to figure out why someone would be flashing them, and some even had their phones out, filming her.\n\nThis was fantastic, as far as she was concerned.\n\n'Hope you're enjoying the show, Scotland.' She thought to herself, smiling mischievously and rubbing her rear faster and harder against the glass. 'You're welcome, lads and lasses!'\n\nShe was sure they'd be talking about her for at least the rest of her time in the country.\n\nThe mooning didn't stop, though. Even as the train resumed its journey though the town, Dixie was too deep into her own little world of pleasure to stop, and the people in the street and in cars & buses could still see the furry, naked ass on the window, continuing to shake against it.\n\nThis was probably the most attention this attraction had ever gotten before, and the vixen was proud to be responsible for contributing to that.\n\nHowever, the sound of approaching footsteps, no doubt from the guide, brought her back to reality. In the drop of a hat, the young lady got her rear end off the window and pulled her pants back up, quickly sitting down and looking outside as though nothing had happened.\n\nThankfully, the man didn't seem to have noticed her immature activity. He was walking back up to the front of the train, and Dixie could breathe a sigh of relief, but she could feel her pussy aching for release.\n\n\"Soon...\" She muttered to herself, knowing that she would get the chance for sweet pleasure once this boredom was over.\n\n---\n\nAfter a couple more stops, the train pulled into a station next to a shopping district of some kind.\n\nDixie was a little miffed, and even a little embarrassed, at the fact that her panties were soaked after her little act on the train, but was at least relieved that her tour group was taking a break from the train.\n\nOnce she was off, the lot of them spread out a bit after having been told to come back in no less than an hour from now, having a good look around the square. It didn't look too shabby, either. A lot of nice looking shops and stores with a variety of things for sale. Everything from candy to carpets, from tables to toilets, from hats to hot sauce.\n\nEverything looked so neat and quaint, but none of it was really what she was interested in.\n\nEver since her trip to the amazon, for a reason she didn't quite understand, Dixie was feeling a little more conscious about what she wore and how she presented herself.\n\nPlus, after mooning a handful of people on the train, maybe it was best to try and change her attire to blend in with the locals... Though she still wouldn't be too hard to spot; it was pretty difficult to find another anthro vixen walking around Castle Douglas.\n\nStill, it wouldn't at least been nice to see what they had on offer.\n\nAfter a brisk walk around town, the fox girl found what she was looking for: a clothing store, apparently called \"Next\".\n\nIt was pretty spacious, with two floors and 5 large windows on the top floor, 4 on the lower level to make way for the huge automatic double doors.\n\nThe interior was just as spacious, with a multitude of racks and stacks, each full of clothing ranging from shoes to shirts to jeans to jackets.\n\nThis place looked like a good find.\n\nUnbeknownst to the vixen, however, she was being followed by someone who had a good taste in something else, and had been eyeing it for a while. \n\nAfter some browsing around the place, Dixie found something that looked amazing.\n\nA pair of tight, dark denim shorts, which looked like they'd be a perfect fit, and a tight-looking tank top that flattered the cleavage, along with a black, short-sleeved leather jacket and a fabulous pair of black & white sneakers.\n\nIt was definitely her kind of thing, and she could hardly wait to try the ensemble on.\n\nShe quickly grabbed her new clothes, as well as a matching black, lace thong she found on a nearby rack, and headed to the changing rooms.\n\nThey were fairly nice, actually. Decent-sized cubicles, and there was even a stool to sit on, a mirror, a small hanger for clothes. Even the floor and walls looked pretty luxuriant.\n\n'I could get used to this.' She thought to herself, smiling and stripping down completely.\n\nJust before she was about to try her new clothes on, though, Dixie could swear that she caught a glimpse of someone in the reflection of the mirror.\n\nQuickly covering her naked body up with her arms, shielding her exposed breasts and crotch, the vixen turned her attention to doorway that lead into the changing room, ready to confront whatever pervert was eyeing her in her privacy.\n\nHowever, when she looked over the entrance, there was no-one there.\n\n'Must've imagined it...' Dixie thought, breathing a sigh of relief.\n\nAfter taking another quick look around, and confirming there was still no-one there, she uncovered her body and continued getting changed.\n\nSlipping the thong over her naughty bits, the vixen let out a coo at how nice the material felt on her pussy and arse, before stepping into her new pair of shorts.\n\nThey fit perfectly, and looked incredible. Just a little snug, but in the right way, and she loved how much her butt was emphasized by them. Somehow, they made it look bigger than it was, and she didn't hesitate in turning her back to the mirror and looking into it, admiring how amazing her rear end looked now.\n\n\"Nice~\" She muttered to herself, shaking her butt a little and watching the way it showed itself off in the reflection.\n\nIt was half-tempting to start mooning people with these on, for the first time in her life.\n\nNext was the tank top. As she thought, it was a little tight to get into, but thankfully she managed to get it on her without ripping any of it, and just like with the shorts, her naughty bits were accented quite a bit with how it looked on her.\n\nThis was going to be her new favourite outfit, if it wasn't already.\n\nLast but not least was the leather jacket, and as soon as she had it on, it was just like everything else amazing and made her look drop-dead sexy.\n\nWhat she was still oblivious to was the fact that this was going to be a detriment to her, shortly.\n\nIt was a little on the bigger side, but Dixie wasn't too worried about that. She could just leave it unzipped and wear it open, rather than closed, and let her cleavage show.\n\nTaking a few poses in the mirror, the naughty vixen was very pleased with her new ensemble. It looked wonderful, and she couldn't wait to strut her stuff with these in public.\n\nShe was so enraptured with it, as it would seem, that she even got out her phone and went straight to them camera app, making sure to get plenty of shots of herself, both front and back.\n\n\"Let's get a little cheeky~\" Dixie whispered to nobody, loosening the shorts just a little and tugging them down ever so slightly, doing the opposite with the thin underwear to get it on display.\n\nShe got some pretty nice pics of her booty and pussy with her new thong revealing itself, and could feel her loins tingling again.\n\nIt was definitely tempting to get herself off right here, right now, but the vixen restrained herself and decided to just exit the changing room. She could only imagine the trouble she would be in for cumming inside something she hadn't even paid for yet.\n\nOnce she was outside, one of the store assistants took notice of her and offered her a smile.\n\n\"How are the new clothes, ma'am?\" She asked politely.\n\nDixie could only smile back, and nod. \"Fantastic. I'm buying them all.\"\n\nThe woman seemed pleasantly surprised.\n\n\"Grand, I'm happy to hear you like them!\" The employee went on. \"It's a bit of a surprise you'd go for somethin' o the higher end. You must be a wee bit wealthy, lass.\"\n\nThe smile slowly faded from Dixie's maw, comprehending what she was just told. It was only now that she realised she should've checked the price before she even picked the clothes up.\n\nLooking back to where she found the set, her jaw almost dropped when she saw the price listed for the complete attire.\n\n£957.95!?\n\nThis was more expensive than the tour boat ride at the amazon!\n\n\"You alright, ma'am?\" The worker asked with genuine concern. \"You look a bit shocked.\"\n\nShe could only swallow and shake her head, takign a quick breath.\n\n\"N-no, no, I'm fine, thank you.\" She stuttered, before turning back to the changing room. \"Y-you know, on second thought, maybe I shouldn't buy these after all. They're not my style, anyway.\"\n\n\"If you say so.\" The clerk said, not seeming very bothered either way. \"As I say, they're a bit pricey. They're made of the finest material available from here to Dingwall.\"\n\nAs she walked back into the cubicle, closing the curtain behind her and starting to take the clothes off, being careful not to damage anything in the slightest, as two thoughts ran through her mind.\n\nNumber 1) Nearly £1000 for an outfit? Who the hell would spend that much on clothes, other than a Kardashian or the Royal Family?\n\nNumber 2) Who the fuck names a town \"Dingwall\"!?\n\nIt didn't matter; neither of them were her concern now. Now that she had the clothes off, she could get back changed into her regula-\n\n\"Where are my clothes!?\" The vixen exclaimed quietly, only just noticing that her original attire had vanished.\n\n'Oh no. Oh no no no no.' She thought, as she started frantically looking around.\n\nIt was a futile effort, as her clothes weren't anywhere to be seen. Her clothes weren't under the seat, they weren't on the hanger and they weren't on the floor.\n\nShe was stark-naked in a public place, and was too ashamed and terrified to go outside in the nude.\n\n\"No, no, no!\" She muttered to herself, trying to think and looking around any answer.\n\nIn the nick of time, she saw it. Someone, an anthro creature like her, carrying what looked like her clothes, heading for the exit.\n\n\"Hey, you!\" She shouted to the thief, throwing all caution to the wind and bolting towards the culprit.\n\n---\n\nOnce they were outside, the thief, who turned out to be a female red squirrel, quickly turned a few corners, to get to the back of the store, where she would be out of sight.\n\n\"Ah, finally~\" She muttered to herself, rummaging through the gathered clothes until she got her hands on the loincloth that she was sure had been firmly wrapped around the vixen's crotch.\n\nHer heart skipped a beat when she noticed the damp spot on the front of them.\n\n\"Oh, you naughty girl~\"\n\nShe couldn't resist bringing it up to her face and smelling the sweet scent, letting out a lustful moan and feeling her own panties getting wet, her eyes rolling back as the scent went straight to her loins.\n\n\"Mmmm... I need a taste...\"\n\nJust as the squirrel was about to bring the garment to her mouth, however, she could hear the sound of rapid footsteps approaching her, and before she could react, someone came around the corner to confront her.\n\n\"What'd you think you're doing!?\" Dixie shouted, storming towards the rodent.\n\nThe squirrel's heart began beating faster and faster as the nude fox came closer and closer, but she wasn't going to get caught just like that.\n\n\"Uh, I- I can explain! I found this on the ground, and-\"\n\n\"You were the one who stole my clothes!\" The vixen interrupted, stopping directly in front of her, about to snatch her clothes away.\n\nHowever, before she got the chance, the squirrel lass jumped out of the way, getting on her feet and making a break for it.\n\n\"Come back here!\" The vixen demanded, pursuing the culprit again.\n\nTo her misfortune, the chase took them through town, and nearly everyone who happened to be out and about caught a glimpse of her naked form, her breasts hanging loose and swaying to and fro with every step she took after the klepto.\n\nSome had their phones out and were recording the sight, others were taking pictures, and a few of them were just staring, their jaws dropping and eyes popping.\n\nNot for once in her life, Dixie felt humiliated and ashamed. But this time, she had a good reason to be naked, besides as a punishment.\n\nSoon enough, everyone had their eyes glued on the sight in front of them. It didn't matter that the squirrel girl was getting away, because they had something even better to watch.\n\nA fox girl, completely in the nude, her fluffy tail shaking with her movements and her round, furry buttcheeks jiggling, as she chased after another girl, who some of the crowd were tempted to help escpae, just so they could admire the sight before them for just a bit longer.\n\nNot too long later, the squirrel managed to scamper up a tree, looking down at the vixen with a look of smugness on her face, and her tail swishing.\n\n\"Sorry, foxy, but I don't plan on being caught that easy~\" She teased, sticking her tongue out.\n\n\"When I get my hands on you, you're gonna wish you were never born!\" Dixie yelled, clenching her fists and looking up at her.\n\n\"Ooooh, feisty~\" The squirrel taunted, turning around on the branch and pulling her own pants down, wiggling her ass at the fox girl. \"Come and get me, then~\"\n\nDixie didn't want to hesitate to do so, but stopped herself when she heard someone behind her speak up.\n\n\"Hold it right there!\" An authoritive voice demanded, getting both girls to look at who it was.\n\nIt appeared to be a policeman, heading their way with a great look of grief and disdain on his face.\n\n'Oh, just great(!)' The fox lass thought to herself, wondering how she was going to explain the situation to him.\n\nIf this was going to be anything like her situation back in Japan, then more humiliation was sure to follow. Not sure how this situation could be any more embarrassing for her than it already was, though.\n\nHowever, to her surprise, the policeman didn't even look at Dixie when he stopped walking up to her, and was instead focusing his attention on the squirrel in the tree.\n\n\"What have you been doing this time, Molly!?\" He asked in a fed up tone, as if to say this wasn't the first time this squirrel had been in trouble with the law.\n\n\"Weeellll...\" The rodent responded, looking at the cop. \"I might've nicked some stuff.\"\n\n\"That's the 4th time this week!\" The officer complained, glaring at her. \"And it's only Tuesday!\"\n\n\"I know, I've been slacking off lately.\" She answered back, pulling her pants back up and turning around to lie down on the branch, resting her head on her hand. \"I think I'm going into withdrawal.\"\n\n\"She's done this before?\" Dixie asked the cop, who sighed and turned to look at her. Thankfully, it was at her face and not the rest of her body.\n\n\"She's ver' well acquainted with the police in 3 towns, I'll tell you that much.\" He answered, looking back up at the troublesome thief. \"Git down an' return this young lady's clothing; you're under arrest for larceny.\"\n\n\"Aww, but we were having so much fun~\" Molly teased, giving them a playful pout. \"C'mon, lemme keep her undies, at least!\"\n\nThe vixen and the officer gave her a death glare, with the former also putting her hands on her hips and tapping her foot impatiently.\n\n\"A'ight, you give us no choice.\" The officer announced, turning around to look at something behind him. \"Let 'er rip!\"\n\nBoth girls also looked to see what he was referring to, as did the crowd, as their eyes laid on something that closely resembled a water hose that firefighters would use, handled by a few more officers.\n\n\"Uh-oh...\" Molly muttered to herself, too late to dodge what was coming, as the officers aimed the hose right at her and let loose, shooting a torrent of water up the tree and soaking the squirrel completely.\n\nThe sudden and unexpected stream of water knocked the perp clean off the branch and sent her falling down the tree, landing on the ground, her clothes following suit.\n\nIt didn't do any major damage to the squirrel, though, and she quickly rose to her feet again, just in time to see the vixen charging towards her.\n\nFrantically, the klepto scampered away with the clothes and was heading towards another building. One with a pretty unique design compared to the rest of the town.\n\nHowever, her soaked state had slowed her down enough so that Dixie was able to catch her, tackling the thief inside the building with an expressed vigor.\n\n---\n\nThe first thing one could hear, besides the classical music and occasional voice speaking on the tanoy of this place, was the quiet applause from a small crowd that had gathered around.\n\n\"Thank you all for coming.\" A reserved elderly voice greeted, standing before the spectators and beside a medium sized art canvas on an easel. \"I'm truly blessed to have loyal fans and patrons such as yourselves.\"\n\nThe art theme gave away the nature of this building, and it wasn't difficult to guess this person's profession as a result.\n\n\"It seems like just yesterday that I had my first exhibition...\" The old man continued, holding a paintbrush in his left hand and an empty glass in his right, with a few rows of paint laid out, ready for use. \"But 40 years have gone by in the blink of an eye. I can only hope this will be as much of a comemerative piece as I hope it to be.\"\n\nThe applause continued, as the old man took the first dab o the brush in his paint pot, ready to start painting.\n\n\"Now, without further ado...\" He went on, raising the brush and moving his hand towards the canvas.\n\nBut to his dismay, as well as the others, the process was quickly interrupted by the rapid sound of an incoming intrusion, turning everyone's attention to the entrance where it was originating.\n\nIt was quite difficult to make out right away, but from what they could see from where they were, it appeared to be two animals fighting in a cartoonish brawl cloud, coming right for them.\n\nLuckily, they managed to get out of the way in time, but the approaching pair came crashing into the red velvet rope, and then into the paint and canvas itself.\n\nA loud crash rang out through the museum, and the spectators gathered around to see what had just interrupted them so rudely.\n\nNeedless to say, they could believe their eyes when they saw what they did. A naked copper vixen, whose arse had been smeared in paint, was wrestling with a well-known squirrel for a set of clothes, most likely belonging to the former.\n\n\"Give me my fucking clothes back!\" Dixie growled, holding the struggling squirrel's hands away from her, trying her best to grab her garments.\n\n\"No!\" The squirrel shot back, trying her best to maintain her grip on the attire, but facing a losing battle.\n\nOnly seconds later, the fox girl managed to snatch her rightful belongings back from her adversary, giving her a swift kick for good measure and sending her back towards the mess the two had made.\n\nThe squirrel was out cold and covered in paint, the same colour of red as the ropes she had crashed into, but it didn't take a genius to guess that this wasn't going to end well for either of them.\n\n\"Finally.\" Dixie declared with a sigh of relief, ready to put her shirt back on.\n\n\"Ah-hem!\" The voice of the disgruntled painter sounded out, and the naked vixen stopped dead in her tracks.\n\nLooking behind her, Dixie's face almost matched the red of the paint her backside was now covered in, as the crowd of people were all staring at her, with varying looks. Some were disappointed, some were confused, some were embarrassed, and a couple were even amused.\n\n\"Do you have an explaination!?\" The old man asked in a demanding, but not too angry tone.\n\nThe vixen could feel her face burning, and her loins getting wetter. She'd always been a little bit of an exhibitionist, and now she was in an actual exhibition.\n\n\"My latest masterpiece is ruined, before it even began!\" He went on, pointing to the canvas on the ground, marking of paint scattered around it all over.\n\nNoticing and feeling the paint on her butt, the naughty fox got a naughty idea, of how to make it up to him.\n\n\"Sorry, sir...\" Dixie apologised, before turning around and showing him her butt. \"Would this help?\"\n\nEveryone gasped, including the painter.\n\n\"I- I...\" He stammered, unable to finish his sentence before she committed to doing what they were all thinking she would.\n\nWithout a second thought, she dropped herself back on the canvas and spaltted the still wet paint on the center of it and proceeded to grind her asscheeks on the painting, smearing her bare arse in red paint and making a new picture with it.\n\nThey couldn't believe their eyes, and neither could she, but it was far too late to turn back now.\n\nOnce she felt that she had gotten her rump sufficiently coated in paint, the naughty fox turned around to face the crowd, and everyone could see the red-coated, white & orange fur on her rear end blended in with each other.\n\nBut more importantly, they saw what she had done with the canvas, after she picked it up and handed it back to him.\n\n\"Wh-wha...\" Was all the man could muster, as he looked upon his ruined, but somehow improved art.\n\n\"This is my contribution to art.\" Dixie joked, her face just as red as the paint, and her pussy dripping.\n\nIt was fair to say that the artist was a little baffled by what he just witnessed, but he didn't have the chance to question it, before his attention turned to the crowd, as one of them held up a camera.\n\n\"Could we have a pose?\" The spectator asked, and Dixie smiled.\n\n\"Sure, why not?\" She answered, and everyone took out their phones.\n\nThe naked fox turned back around and shook her arse, showing off her newly decorated butt cheeks, and her audience didn't wait to get in their snaps.\n\nThe very next day, it was the picture for the front cover of all the newspapers in Scotland.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "How Dixie managed to be able to sit her butt down on anything again was nothing short of a miracle, after her ordeal of the Amazon Rainforest.

She never expected to actually find a tribe amazoness tribe like she had, after she was literally thrown off the boat for her inappropriate performance, and they didn't appear to be too happy to see her.

Trespassing in their domain may not have been her intent, and had she known the punishment she would receive for such a thing, or even just being a canine in their presence, she'd have ran as fast and as far as she could've from where the tribe resided.

Getting spanked in front of them all by their enormous leader was humiliating as it was, but with the immense size and strength difference between the two girls, the slaps to her butt brought a pain that was incomparable with anything else she would have experienced in her life.

She seriously would've rather had both her butt cheeks branded with an iron, than to do that again.

It was so bad that her bones were broken in her rear end from the 1000 smacks, yet the tribe's chief only showed mercy once the punishment was over.

How she survived that, she didn't know, but was thankful to whoever was looking down on her from above that she did.

When she left their home, her ass was a deep purple, bruised, and bleeding, her clothes were still soaked, and her pride had been completely demolished.

She was forced to make a quick getaway through the forest with the little amount of strength she had left in her, despite the tribe letting her go, and she couldn't be happier when the boat came back for her like it promised it would.

Ever since then, she swore not to be going back there for a long, long time.

"Okay, ma'am." The doctor told her, looking at her medical chart one more time. "You should be cleared to go. We'll go ahead and get you checked out and wish you all the best."

That was easily the best news Dixie had heard all day. Being cooped up in this boring hospital room ever since she returned home to tend to her injuries wasn't exactly her idea of unwinding after a vacation.

"Thanks, doc." The young lady fox said, thankful for her freedom.

About time, too. Her next trip was coming up in a couple of days, anyway.

This one was a bit of a difficult choice, between the native forests of Africa or the sights to see in Scotland, but the decision was ultimately made.

Scotland, the country of castles, the highlands, the rampant alcoholics and the kilts, had always interested her. So, that's where she'd head.

Of course, Edinburgh was the obvious place that one would assume the tour would take place in, with it being the capitol, but such was not the case this time.

Instead, after having missed the flight over to the capitol of the northern parts of UK, Dixie had to make do with the other tour that was available: off to somewhere called Castle Douglas.

From what she understood, it was the name of the town, rather than just the castle itself. Apparently, that was just the pride of the town, or at least supposed to be a major tourist attraction.

'So much for that.' The naughty vixen thought to herself as she left the hospital and headed home to pack again. 'I've never heard of it until now.'

---

The flight over wasn't anything too fancy or noteworthy, other than the size of the seats being a little too small for her liking.

The rest of the plane ride was smooth sailing, however, and before she knew it, the pilot had landed the plane and let the passengers off.

Once Dixie was able to get her bags, she found the bus waiting for the people on her flight, and hopped on, shortly arriving at the hotel she was staying at.

It sure looked different from the ones in America, that was for sure.

There were three buildings that made up the hotel, with the middle one being the tallest of them, and each was made from the same red brick material.

It gave the building a very warm, welcoming look, which was quite a nice change of pace from the hotels and resorts she was usually used to.

'Guess this place isn't so out of control, after all.' She thought to herself, smiling.

It was a pretty decent-sized hotel, from what she could tell, and there were a fair few people here and there, which was great, considering that it meant there was plenty of room for her and the others on this tour.

Speaking of, first up was a train ride across the town, apparently on some old famous train in this country, and the rest of the UK in general, and was popular with kids, for some reason. Something called The Sterling Single No. 1.

Also known as Emily.

Dixie didn't know who this 'Emily' person was, or why they had an old steam train named after her, but she didn't much care about that.

She already had an inkling that this wasn't going to be very satisfying or important to her, but luckily she already had something naughty in mind for how to spice it up, and show her regards to the public of this "proud country."

Arriving with the tour guide at the station, he told the crowd of sightseers to hop on board and follow protocol...

Or at least, she thought he did. His accent was a little hard to understand.

After a couple of minutes, the train pulled into the station and let the tourists get aboard, and Dixie could get a look at the old girl for herself.

Admittedly, the train actually did have a pretty nice look to it. Pretty vintage, yet unique with her outside design. The single big brass wheels on either side of it compared to the other smaller wheels, the long funnel at the top and the beautiful emerald green color gave it a rather appealing look.

'Not bad, not bad at all.' The fox thought to herself, as she entered the cabin and found her seat.

Looking out the window, the vixen was amazed at how well preserved the interior looked. Not the fanciest thing in the world, but still looked better than what she was expecting, for what she paid for the tour.

The seats were all wooden and looked fairly comfortable, if not a little worn, the windows were big enough for everyone to look out of, and the cabin itself had an overall clean and well-maintained look to it.

Maybe this tour wouldn't be so bad, after all.

Not too long after boarding, probably around the 10 minute mark, the train's whistle blew and she could feel it getting in motion.

This was actually rather exciting. Dixie could already see the sights through the window, and there was a lot to see, indeed.

The town was a little bit on the bigger side, but was also very beautiful, with the buildings having a similar look to the hotel; a modern look with a vintage atmosphere.

There was an abundance of red bricks, the road had a very nice, cobblestone pavement to it, and the houses had a very warm and welcoming style.

Even the tracks themselves looked pretty well-maintained, not that most of the passengers could see them.

Still, the tour wasn't anything memorable other than that. The guide was spitting facts out about the hills and houses they passed on the way, but Dixie couldn't understand most of it, due to the accent, and the little parts that she could make out didn't sound all that interesting.

Looked like she would need to spice things up again.

The guide seemed to love the sound of his own incomprehensible voice and entertaining the less bored passengers a little too much, so he wasn't paying much attention to the vixen. This was just fine by her, since it gave her an opportunity to do what she had been waiting to do for since the flight to this country.

The seats provided on the train were fairly roomy and she was sitting by herself, so she had more than enough room to stand on her seat and crouch down, facing away from the window as she unbuttoned her pants.

She couldn't believe no one was taking notice of her yet, but that was perfectly fine by her.

Her butt was still a little sore from her adventure in the Amazon, but it didn't hurt her as much as it did before, and she knew that the window pane would be cold, so why not take advantage of that?

For whatever reason, she decided to keep the loincloth that she was given as a "present" from her time in Brazil, but the reason why didn't matter.

Sliding the make-shift underwear down her legs enough to reveal her plump rump, Dixie proceeded to press her buttocks against the window, and instantly felt the cold glass touch her bare bottom.

The feeling was incredible!

Dixie's ass had always been a little sensitive, ever since she could remember, and having something as cold and smooth as this touching her naked cheeks was an indescribable pleasure. Not just from the harsh spanking, either.

She could finally moon the outside world again, as she loved doing.

"Haaah!" Dixie could feel herself start to get wet as she moved her rear end against the glass.

If anyone would notice her outside the train, now would be the time.

To her fortune, the train came to a stop so the guide could point out some certain locations of interest. One that came to attention was a bakery called Greggs, where their duke apparently once ate from.

As the rest of the tourists were listening to whatever he was spewing on about and looking outside, the people who WERE outside could see a pair of fluffy, white and orange butt cheeks plastered on the window, and were more than a little confused as to who would be doing something so vulgar and for what reason.

Dixie could tell that people had noticed, and was too engrossed in her current act to give a damn about what they thought of it.

All she could think about was the pleasure of her ass being rubbed against the freezing cold glass and showing herself off to the crowd, and the rush she felt every time she felt a person or two pointing and looking at her.

The thought of people gathering around to get a look at what she was doing excited her greatly, and the feeling of the cold glass only amplified her enjoyment.

As the train started moving again, she kept on shaking her butt against the window, her loincloth still hanging around her knees and her bare pussy becoming more and more wet with arousal. Once it started pulling away from the stop, the vixen turned her head to look at how many people were outside gawking at her.

It was actually pretty impressive; there must've been at least 20 or so people outside staring and pointing at her, trying to figure out why someone would be flashing them, and some even had their phones out, filming her.

This was fantastic, as far as she was concerned.

'Hope you're enjoying the show, Scotland.' She thought to herself, smiling mischievously and rubbing her rear faster and harder against the glass. 'You're welcome, lads and lasses!'

She was sure they'd be talking about her for at least the rest of her time in the country.

The mooning didn't stop, though. Even as the train resumed its journey though the town, Dixie was too deep into her own little world of pleasure to stop, and the people in the street and in cars & buses could still see the furry, naked ass on the window, continuing to shake against it.

This was probably the most attention this attraction had ever gotten before, and the vixen was proud to be responsible for contributing to that.

However, the sound of approaching footsteps, no doubt from the guide, brought her back to reality. In the drop of a hat, the young lady got her rear end off the window and pulled her pants back up, quickly sitting down and looking outside as though nothing had happened.

Thankfully, the man didn't seem to have noticed her immature activity. He was walking back up to the front of the train, and Dixie could breathe a sigh of relief, but she could feel her pussy aching for release.

"Soon..." She muttered to herself, knowing that she would get the chance for sweet pleasure once this boredom was over.

---

After a couple more stops, the train pulled into a station next to a shopping district of some kind.

Dixie was a little miffed, and even a little embarrassed, at the fact that her panties were soaked after her little act on the train, but was at least relieved that her tour group was taking a break from the train.

Once she was off, the lot of them spread out a bit after having been told to come back in no less than an hour from now, having a good look around the square. It didn't look too shabby, either. A lot of nice looking shops and stores with a variety of things for sale. Everything from candy to carpets, from tables to toilets, from hats to hot sauce.

Everything looked so neat and quaint, but none of it was really what she was interested in.

Ever since her trip to the amazon, for a reason she didn't quite understand, Dixie was feeling a little more conscious about what she wore and how she presented herself.

Plus, after mooning a handful of people on the train, maybe it was best to try and change her attire to blend in with the locals... Though she still wouldn't be too hard to spot; it was pretty difficult to find another anthro vixen walking around Castle Douglas.

Still, it wouldn't at least been nice to see what they had on offer.

After a brisk walk around town, the fox girl found what she was looking for: a clothing store, apparently called "Next".

It was pretty spacious, with two floors and 5 large windows on the top floor, 4 on the lower level to make way for the huge automatic double doors.

The interior was just as spacious, with a multitude of racks and stacks, each full of clothing ranging from shoes to shirts to jeans to jackets.

This place looked like a good find.

Unbeknownst to the vixen, however, she was being followed by someone who had a good taste in something else, and had been eyeing it for a while.

After some browsing around the place, Dixie found something that looked amazing.

A pair of tight, dark denim shorts, which looked like they'd be a perfect fit, and a tight-looking tank top that flattered the cleavage, along with a black, short-sleeved leather jacket and a fabulous pair of black & white sneakers.

It was definitely her kind of thing, and she could hardly wait to try the ensemble on.

She quickly grabbed her new clothes, as well as a matching black, lace thong she found on a nearby rack, and headed to the changing rooms.

They were fairly nice, actually. Decent-sized cubicles, and there was even a stool to sit on, a mirror, a small hanger for clothes. Even the floor and walls looked pretty luxuriant.

'I could get used to this.' She thought to herself, smiling and stripping down completely.

Just before she was about to try her new clothes on, though, Dixie could swear that she caught a glimpse of someone in the reflection of the mirror.

Quickly covering her naked body up with her arms, shielding her exposed breasts and crotch, the vixen turned her attention to doorway that lead into the changing room, ready to confront whatever pervert was eyeing her in her privacy.

However, when she looked over the entrance, there was no-one there.

'Must've imagined it...' Dixie thought, breathing a sigh of relief.

After taking another quick look around, and confirming there was still no-one there, she uncovered her body and continued getting changed.

Slipping the thong over her naughty bits, the vixen let out a coo at how nice the material felt on her pussy and arse, before stepping into her new pair of shorts.

They fit perfectly, and looked incredible. Just a little snug, but in the right way, and she loved how much her butt was emphasized by them. Somehow, they made it look bigger than it was, and she didn't hesitate in turning her back to the mirror and looking into it, admiring how amazing her rear end looked now.

"Nice~" She muttered to herself, shaking her butt a little and watching the way it showed itself off in the reflection.

It was half-tempting to start mooning people with these on, for the first time in her life.

Next was the tank top. As she thought, it was a little tight to get into, but thankfully she managed to get it on her without ripping any of it, and just like with the shorts, her naughty bits were accented quite a bit with how it looked on her.

This was going to be her new favourite outfit, if it wasn't already.

Last but not least was the leather jacket, and as soon as she had it on, it was just like everything else amazing and made her look drop-dead sexy.

What she was still oblivious to was the fact that this was going to be a detriment to her, shortly.

It was a little on the bigger side, but Dixie wasn't too worried about that. She could just leave it unzipped and wear it open, rather than closed, and let her cleavage show.

Taking a few poses in the mirror, the naughty vixen was very pleased with her new ensemble. It looked wonderful, and she couldn't wait to strut her stuff with these in public.

She was so enraptured with it, as it would seem, that she even got out her phone and went straight to them camera app, making sure to get plenty of shots of herself, both front and back.

"Let's get a little cheeky~" Dixie whispered to nobody, loosening the shorts just a little and tugging them down ever so slightly, doing the opposite with the thin underwear to get it on display.

She got some pretty nice pics of her booty and pussy with her new thong revealing itself, and could feel her loins tingling again.

It was definitely tempting to get herself off right here, right now, but the vixen restrained herself and decided to just exit the changing room. She could only imagine the trouble she would be in for cumming inside something she hadn't even paid for yet.

Once she was outside, one of the store assistants took notice of her and offered her a smile.

"How are the new clothes, ma'am?" She asked politely.

Dixie could only smile back, and nod. "Fantastic. I'm buying them all."

The woman seemed pleasantly surprised.

"Grand, I'm happy to hear you like them!" The employee went on. "It's a bit of a surprise you'd go for somethin' o the higher end. You must be a wee bit wealthy, lass."

The smile slowly faded from Dixie's maw, comprehending what she was just told. It was only now that she realised she should've checked the price before she even picked the clothes up.

Looking back to where she found the set, her jaw almost dropped when she saw the price listed for the complete attire.

£957.95!?

This was more expensive than the tour boat ride at the amazon!

"You alright, ma'am?" The worker asked with genuine concern. "You look a bit shocked."

She could only swallow and shake her head, takign a quick breath.

"N-no, no, I'm fine, thank you." She stuttered, before turning back to the changing room. "Y-you know, on second thought, maybe I shouldn't buy these after all. They're not my style, anyway."

"If you say so." The clerk said, not seeming very bothered either way. "As I say, they're a bit pricey. They're made of the finest material available from here to Dingwall."

As she walked back into the cubicle, closing the curtain behind her and starting to take the clothes off, being careful not to damage anything in the slightest, as two thoughts ran through her mind.

Number 1) Nearly £1000 for an outfit? Who the hell would spend that much on clothes, other than a Kardashian or the Royal Family?

Number 2) Who the fuck names a town "Dingwall"!?

It didn't matter; neither of them were her concern now. Now that she had the clothes off, she could get back changed into her regula-

"Where are my clothes!?" The vixen exclaimed quietly, only just noticing that her original attire had vanished.

'Oh no. Oh no no no no.' She thought, as she started frantically looking around.

It was a futile effort, as her clothes weren't anywhere to be seen. Her clothes weren't under the seat, they weren't on the hanger and they weren't on the floor.

She was stark-naked in a public place, and was too ashamed and terrified to go outside in the nude.

"No, no, no!" She muttered to herself, trying to think and looking around any answer.

In the nick of time, she saw it. Someone, an anthro creature like her, carrying what looked like her clothes, heading for the exit.

"Hey, you!" She shouted to the thief, throwing all caution to the wind and bolting towards the culprit.

---

Once they were outside, the thief, who turned out to be a female red squirrel, quickly turned a few corners, to get to the back of the store, where she would be out of sight.

"Ah, finally~" She muttered to herself, rummaging through the gathered clothes until she got her hands on the loincloth that she was sure had been firmly wrapped around the vixen's crotch.

Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed the damp spot on the front of them.

"Oh, you naughty girl~"

She couldn't resist bringing it up to her face and smelling the sweet scent, letting out a lustful moan and feeling her own panties getting wet, her eyes rolling back as the scent went straight to her loins.

"Mmmm... I need a taste..."

Just as the squirrel was about to bring the garment to her mouth, however, she could hear the sound of rapid footsteps approaching her, and before she could react, someone came around the corner to confront her.

"What'd you think you're doing!?" Dixie shouted, storming towards the rodent.

The squirrel's heart began beating faster and faster as the nude fox came closer and closer, but she wasn't going to get caught just like that.

"Uh, I- I can explain! I found this on the ground, and-"

"You were the one who stole my clothes!" The vixen interrupted, stopping directly in front of her, about to snatch her clothes away.

However, before she got the chance, the squirrel lass jumped out of the way, getting on her feet and making a break for it.

"Come back here!" The vixen demanded, pursuing the culprit again.

To her misfortune, the chase took them through town, and nearly everyone who happened to be out and about caught a glimpse of her naked form, her breasts hanging loose and swaying to and fro with every step she took after the klepto.

Some had their phones out and were recording the sight, others were taking pictures, and a few of them were just staring, their jaws dropping and eyes popping.

Not for once in her life, Dixie felt humiliated and ashamed. But this time, she had a good reason to be naked, besides as a punishment.

Soon enough, everyone had their eyes glued on the sight in front of them. It didn't matter that the squirrel girl was getting away, because they had something even better to watch.

A fox girl, completely in the nude, her fluffy tail shaking with her movements and her round, furry buttcheeks jiggling, as she chased after another girl, who some of the crowd were tempted to help escpae, just so they could admire the sight before them for just a bit longer.

Not too long later, the squirrel managed to scamper up a tree, looking down at the vixen with a look of smugness on her face, and her tail swishing.

"Sorry, foxy, but I don't plan on being caught that easy~" She teased, sticking her tongue out.

"When I get my hands on you, you're gonna wish you were never born!" Dixie yelled, clenching her fists and looking up at her.

"Ooooh, feisty~" The squirrel taunted, turning around on the branch and pulling her own pants down, wiggling her ass at the fox girl. "Come and get me, then~"

Dixie didn't want to hesitate to do so, but stopped herself when she heard someone behind her speak up.

"Hold it right there!" An authoritive voice demanded, getting both girls to look at who it was.

It appeared to be a policeman, heading their way with a great look of grief and disdain on his face.

'Oh, just great(!)' The fox lass thought to herself, wondering how she was going to explain the situation to him.

If this was going to be anything like her situation back in Japan, then more humiliation was sure to follow. Not sure how this situation could be any more embarrassing for her than it already was, though.

However, to her surprise, the policeman didn't even look at Dixie when he stopped walking up to her, and was instead focusing his attention on the squirrel in the tree.

"What have you been doing this time, Molly!?" He asked in a fed up tone, as if to say this wasn't the first time this squirrel had been in trouble with the law.

"Weeellll..." The rodent responded, looking at the cop. "I might've nicked some stuff."

"That's the 4th time this week!" The officer complained, glaring at her. "And it's only Tuesday!"

"I know, I've been slacking off lately." She answered back, pulling her pants back up and turning around to lie down on the branch, resting her head on her hand. "I think I'm going into withdrawal."

"She's done this before?" Dixie asked the cop, who sighed and turned to look at her. Thankfully, it was at her face and not the rest of her body.

"She's ver' well acquainted with the police in 3 towns, I'll tell you that much." He answered, looking back up at the troublesome thief. "Git down an' return this young lady's clothing; you're under arrest for larceny."

"Aww, but we were having so much fun~" Molly teased, giving them a playful pout. "C'mon, lemme keep her undies, at least!"

The vixen and the officer gave her a death glare, with the former also putting her hands on her hips and tapping her foot impatiently.

"A'ight, you give us no choice." The officer announced, turning around to look at something behind him. "Let 'er rip!"

Both girls also looked to see what he was referring to, as did the crowd, as their eyes laid on something that closely resembled a water hose that firefighters would use, handled by a few more officers.

"Uh-oh..." Molly muttered to herself, too late to dodge what was coming, as the officers aimed the hose right at her and let loose, shooting a torrent of water up the tree and soaking the squirrel completely.

The sudden and unexpected stream of water knocked the perp clean off the branch and sent her falling down the tree, landing on the ground, her clothes following suit.

It didn't do any major damage to the squirrel, though, and she quickly rose to her feet again, just in time to see the vixen charging towards her.

Frantically, the klepto scampered away with the clothes and was heading towards another building. One with a pretty unique design compared to the rest of the town.

However, her soaked state had slowed her down enough so that Dixie was able to catch her, tackling the thief inside the building with an expressed vigor.

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The first thing one could hear, besides the classical music and occasional voice speaking on the tanoy of this place, was the quiet applause from a small crowd that had gathered around.

"Thank you all for coming." A reserved elderly voice greeted, standing before the spectators and beside a medium sized art canvas on an easel. "I'm truly blessed to have loyal fans and patrons such as yourselves."

The art theme gave away the nature of this building, and it wasn't difficult to guess this person's profession as a result.

"It seems like just yesterday that I had my first exhibition..." The old man continued, holding a paintbrush in his left hand and an empty glass in his right, with a few rows of paint laid out, ready for use. "But 40 years have gone by in the blink of an eye. I can only hope this will be as much of a comemerative piece as I hope it to be."

The applause continued, as the old man took the first dab o the brush in his paint pot, ready to start painting.

"Now, without further ado..." He went on, raising the brush and moving his hand towards the canvas.

But to his dismay, as well as the others, the process was quickly interrupted by the rapid sound of an incoming intrusion, turning everyone's attention to the entrance where it was originating.

It was quite difficult to make out right away, but from what they could see from where they were, it appeared to be two animals fighting in a cartoonish brawl cloud, coming right for them.

Luckily, they managed to get out of the way in time, but the approaching pair came crashing into the red velvet rope, and then into the paint and canvas itself.

A loud crash rang out through the museum, and the spectators gathered around to see what had just interrupted them so rudely.

Needless to say, they could believe their eyes when they saw what they did. A naked copper vixen, whose arse had been smeared in paint, was wrestling with a well-known squirrel for a set of clothes, most likely belonging to the former.

"Give me my fucking clothes back!" Dixie growled, holding the struggling squirrel's hands away from her, trying her best to grab her garments.

"No!" The squirrel shot back, trying her best to maintain her grip on the attire, but facing a losing battle.

Only seconds later, the fox girl managed to snatch her rightful belongings back from her adversary, giving her a swift kick for good measure and sending her back towards the mess the two had made.

The squirrel was out cold and covered in paint, the same colour of red as the ropes she had crashed into, but it didn't take a genius to guess that this wasn't going to end well for either of them.

"Finally." Dixie declared with a sigh of relief, ready to put her shirt back on.

"Ah-hem!" The voice of the disgruntled painter sounded out, and the naked vixen stopped dead in her tracks.

Looking behind her, Dixie's face almost matched the red of the paint her backside was now covered in, as the crowd of people were all staring at her, with varying looks. Some were disappointed, some were confused, some were embarrassed, and a couple were even amused.

"Do you have an explaination!?" The old man asked in a demanding, but not too angry tone.

The vixen could feel her face burning, and her loins getting wetter. She'd always been a little bit of an exhibitionist, and now she was in an actual exhibition.

"My latest masterpiece is ruined, before it even began!" He went on, pointing to the canvas on the ground, marking of paint scattered around it all over.

Noticing and feeling the paint on her butt, the naughty fox got a naughty idea, of how to make it up to him.

"Sorry, sir..." Dixie apologised, before turning around and showing him her butt. "Would this help?"

Everyone gasped, including the painter.

"I- I..." He stammered, unable to finish his sentence before she committed to doing what they were all thinking she would.

Without a second thought, she dropped herself back on the canvas and spaltted the still wet paint on the center of it and proceeded to grind her asscheeks on the painting, smearing her bare arse in red paint and making a new picture with it.

They couldn't believe their eyes, and neither could she, but it was far too late to turn back now.

Once she felt that she had gotten her rump sufficiently coated in paint, the naughty fox turned around to face the crowd, and everyone could see the red-coated, white & orange fur on her rear end blended in with each other.

But more importantly, they saw what she had done with the canvas, after she picked it up and handed it back to him.

"Wh-wha..." Was all the man could muster, as he looked upon his ruined, but somehow improved art.

"This is my contribution to art." Dixie joked, her face just as red as the paint, and her pussy dripping.

It was fair to say that the artist was a little baffled by what he just witnessed, but he didn't have the chance to question it, before his attention turned to the crowd, as one of them held up a camera.

"Could we have a pose?" The spectator asked, and Dixie smiled.

"Sure, why not?" She answered, and everyone took out their phones.

The naked fox turned back around and shook her arse, showing off her newly decorated butt cheeks, and her audience didn't wait to get in their snaps.

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