In the wild, there were a few core aspects to survival. Staying vigilant, keeping your head low, staying in a herd, be aware of your surroundings, and of course, persistence.

Even if one would be unfortunate to find themselves in a trap of sorts, trying to wriggle out of it was always a good idea, especially if you didn't have a friend to rely on to help you.

The forest of Timberline wasn't much of an exception, especially with the ordeal concerning the hunters that Boog, Elliot and their friends had to face a while ago. Still, they came together and scared those poaching bastards out of their home for good, and life was pretty normal after that.

That was, until one of the main herd's doe's met a little "admirer" of hers, and she had to reconsider the persistence aspect of the whole survival thing... As well as the survival part, as a whole.

When they first met, in which the eager squirrel practically pounced on the beautiful deer and hastily made his request to her.

Naturally, she was confused, disturbed, and partially embarrassed by his fantasy. She could even remember what she said the first time he asked.

"You..." She began, raising an eyebrow with a somewhat cringing face, takign a step back from the horny little thing. "Want me to... Sit on you?"

The squirrel was more than enthusiastic, and nodded quickly. "Please, please, please, please!"

To say this surprised her would be an understatement, but the more shocking aspect was the length of time that he requested for her to do it for: none.

He literally wanted her to sit on him until he died. Not figuratively, not hyperbolically, not as a joke.

He was deadly serious. With the emphasis on "deadly".

This was so sudden that she was stunned. Was this really a thing? Did he... Did he actually want to die? By getting sat on?

Giselle didn't understand how someone could so crudely asked to be snuffed out like that or by such a method, but she didn't really want to know, either.

Sure, she had a nice butt, much larger than any other in her herd, and she had a great deal of pride on that asset of hers. And what a unique ASSet it was. It was mostly for the attention of one stag she was pretty infatuated with herself.

But even so, even if it was the most amazing butt in the animal kingdom, for someone to request to have their life ended underneath her like this?

Naturally, she turned down the strange and perverted offer and walked away, hoping that would be the last of it.

Sadly for her, that wasn't the case.

Day after day, he came back, insisted on the same thing.

"Ohhh, Giiiiiiiiseeeeellle~" He would coo, and every time, he got a similar answer.

Something along the lines of "Go away", "Leave me alone", "Not in a million years" or even the classic "If you wanna die so much, go jump on the highway"

But everyday, it was the same cycle, and he wouldn't stop pestering her about.

So, eventually, after about a week, she finally conceded and decided to give him what he wanted.

And now here he was, the little rodent, all excited and ready for his end, and the doe, reluctantly ready to give it to him, sauntering over with her massive wide hips swaying with each step.

"Well..." She started, her tone still annoyed and exasperated. "I hope you're ready, you little freak."

The squirrel squeaked and nodded excitedly, laying down on his stomach and sticking his arms out.

"Ohhh, I'm more than ready!" He said, his tail wagging wildly as the deer took a few more steps towards him, gazing down at his prone form.

She had to admit, she couldn't blame him; her butt was very tempting and large. She was every bit proud of how round and soft it looked, and she'd probably get a lot more stares and compliments if she had the chance to show it off to other herds than her own, but that would probably draw in more weirdos like this guy.

She didn't even know his name, and honestly, she didn't care.

The squirrel squeaked again, and his cock became fully erect from underneath him. "Do it, Giselle, I'm ready!"

She didn't want to think about his boner, and she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of getting his rocks off with what they were about to do.

Then again, it was his final act. His literal dying wish. The least she could do was let him enjoy himself.

With a sigh, she turned around and lifted her tail, showing off her gift from heaven.

Her big, fat, juicy, bouncy, jiggly ass.

He was already drooling at the sight of the world's most perfect rump, and knowing it was all for him made his heart pound like thunderbolts, to the point where even Giselle herself could hear it.

Hell, she was sure Boog could hear it, and he was off on the other end of the forest, probably swiping  a pic-a-nic basket somewhere.

And just like that, with the grace and elegance of a ballerina, the doe squatted down and dropped her big beautiful hindquarters down onto the squirrel's tiny body.

She was heavy, but not to the point where it hurt the squirrel, and he was far too horny to notice.

Still, the weight was enough to knock the air out of his lungs, but the warmth and feeling of her fur brushing against his chest was worth every breathless moment.

Her cheeks were big, soft, and oh-so-warm. The squirrel felt like he could melt into her rump, and it was so much better than he had ever imagined!

She wasn't even moving, yet he could feel his needy shaft throbbing and bobbing like it was being thrusted in and out of a tight hole, and he felt his eyes roll up in his skull as his tongue lolled out, drool spilling down his mouth.

Giselle couldn't help but scoff, rolling her eyes as she freak the little freak squirming about, like he was either trying to hump her or had regretted his decision and was looking for a way out.

Regardless of either one, she wasn't going to let him have the latter, and with a quick and harsh clenching of her legs, she pressed her ass down and pinned him even harder, earning a strained moan from the rodent.

"So, this is really what you wanted?" Giselle asked, still not fully convinced. "You're really getting off on this, aren't you?"

As if the answer wasn't obvious enough.

The squirrel didn't answer verbally, but his twitching and shuddering body gave her the message loud and clear.

"Well, alright, then..."

She then proceeded to grind her hips, her ass smushing and squeezing his form even harder. The sooner she could get this over with, the sooner she could get back to Elliot.

And it looked like that was fine by the little pervert, too. The more she ground her thoughts mounds of perfection on him, the more it was stimulating his dick, and he couldn't hold back the moans, gasps, and cries of pleasure any longer.

It wasn't long before she felt him shaking and convulsing, his cock twitching and throbbing rapidly as his seed splattered underneath him, coating both his whole body and a small splat of her enormous arse with his spunk, much to the deer's disgust.

'Gross...' She thought, feeling what had just happened down them, wincing at the idea of having his gentleman juices on her coat. 'I hope he's happy...'

He didn't respond, though. At least, not with words.

His cock continued to spasm, and his body was still shaking, and she realized that the squirrel was still cumming, his climax still ongoing and showing no signs of slowing.

It made her curious as to how he could be going like this for so long, just from being sat on. Unless he was putting all of his energy into this, there was no way he should've still be ejaculating.

The truth, as it would turn out, was that he was.

He could feel that his existence wasn't going to be continuing for much longer, from the lack of air entering or exiting his lungs and from the pressure being applied to his skull. Even if he had any regrets or sudden intentions to better appreciate the gift of life, it was too late now.

Although, that didn't appear to be the case, judging from the way his cock was still twitching, spewing semen all over his crotch area and the underside of the doe's ass, the only part of her that was available to him, considering the fact that he was trapped under her.

The blissful smile on his face was another giveaway, too.

He couldn't even speak anymore, but even if he could, the only thing he'd be able to say would be "Thank you..."

This was what he wanted, and this was what he got. For as long as he had been alive, the element of survival that he had shown through his life, the contributions he had made to the rest of the forest, none of it mattered anymore.

The next time someone found him, he would be nothing more than a corpse in the middle of nowhere, with no signs of who & what snuffed out his life so suddenly, nor why.

But at least he would go out with a smile.

Eventually, his ejaculation ended, and his life was about to do the same, his heart slowing its beating as the pressure from his head was too much for his fragile neck to handle, starting to shut down his body organs.

He couldn't breathe, couldn't talk, couldn't see, couldn't move, couldn't feel. Yet, he had never felt better in his life.

His eyes were slowly losing their function, but as long as they were still active, he could still enjoy the beautiful sight that was Giselle's plush backside on him.

As far as he was concerned, there was no better sight in the whole world, let alone one to go out on.

And then, it finally happened. His heart stopped, his lungs stopped, his brain stopped and his dick stopped.

He was dead. Well and truly dead.

And he died exactly how he wanted: underneath the rear end of a beautiful doe with the biggest rear end in the whole forest.

It wasn't even 10 seconds after that that the deer realized what had happened, and when she noticed that her plump ass was completely still again, she turned her head down to where she was sat.

"Hey... Are you done...?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at the motionless creature.

As expected, he didn't respond. In fact, it was eerily quiet now, save for a few birds chirping in the near distance, and when she shifted her butt about again, the squirrel was completely stiff, like she was sitting on a soft and squishy rock.

Suspecting that the deed had been completed, Giselle finally stood up, her messed cheeks wobbling with the movement, and she took a look at the deceased creature.

Strangely, she was just as disturbed by his dead body as she was with his alive one. That creepy smile her had on his lips, the way his eyes were rolled up into their sockets, and his limp little dick hanging out down there, it was all unsettling.

The fatass deer took a single step back from the corpse, a cringe forming on her face before she turned around.

"What a waste of life you were..." She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she scraped the dirt with her back hooves onto his body, giving him a little disrespectful little funeral.

Then, as if the ordeal didn't happen, she walked away, heading off to go meet up with the rest of the herd, while leaving the squirrel behind her, still smiling and satisfied even in death.