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","writing":"Great columns of light shone through the leaves and branches of the swaying pines. The crisp, clear morning air was full of the smell of autumn turning to winter, already the deciduous trees had started to drop their brightly coloured leaves to form swirling patterns on the muddy floor. All around was the sound of pleasant bird song and a cold breeze high above. In a contrast from the season before, the forest had come to rest.\n\nSomewhere far below the elder branches a trio of foxes roamed, bright white fur stark against the shades of the woodland backdrop. The two largest strode together paw in paw, whilst the smallest and youngest ran on ahead; scurrying through the patchy undergrowth and half frozen puddles. The back couple were proud parents of Yuki, now thirteen years of age. The young vixen took after the looks of her mother, snow white fur only interrupted by a supple pink nose and two sky-blue eyes. Her pristine fur now marked with the occasional blotch of mud as she explored the woodland off to the sides of the path, making sure to keep within sight of her parents.\n\nHer bushy white tail trailed behind her, its edges just more than a little dipped in the contents of the landscape. Her cub fur had started shedding the spring prior, her silky adult fur starting to come through; a sign that she was growing into a real vixen. Her father always commented on how beautiful she looked, comparing her to her youthful mother: her perfectly sculpted snout or dainty wrists. The one part she didn't take from her mother was her personality, her calm and gentle nature streaked with her fathers, mischievous boisterousness.\n\nShe always loved going walking in the woods, running along the paths and breathing in the crisp clear air. There was something about the freedom of not being enclosed inside, about being able to look up and see the blue sky without end. As well as getting muddy, of course. She tugged the zipper on her teal jacket up, the metal clasper keeping the frigid breeze at bay. When she was in these woods it felt like they were hers, that this place was her territory, that she could do as she liked. \n\nYuki glanced back to make her carers were still in tow before gathering her pace, striding confidently forward down the path. This was a path they often took, and she knew the route well and they'd most probably be back at the car pack in an hour or so, perhaps an hour and a half at a push. They had already covered a lot of ground in the chill winter morning, and they all knew a flask of nice warm hot cocoa awaited them when they got to the finish.\n\nThe fox girl slowed a little, unhooking the silver flask in her small rucksack to take a sip of water. By the empty rattle it made she assumed that she had already drunk most of it. Her bladder had been slowly filling throughout the trip but she could hold it till they got back, she had waited longer between bathroom trips before. There would be bathrooms at the car park. She hastily downed the little bit of fluid that sat at the bottom of her canteen, slipping it back in her pack before skipping onwards, gazing up at the cloud strewn sky.\n\n__________________________________________________________________________________________\n\nJudging by the way the sun had moved, it had been a little less than an hour since she had drunk the last of the water but already she was regretting it. Her bladder was feeling fuller than ever, the water running through her system much quicker than she anticipated.\n\nShe walked hastily, her gait erratic as she tried to press her legs together, trying to resist the urge to just let go right now. She looked back at where her parents were, still behind her by some distance. They should have been back by now, but they had slowed considerably as the two adults admired the winter sights. How long did she have left till they were back? Would it take another half hour? Even longer?Either way she didn?t think she could wait until then, her bladder was ready to burst and she couldn't help it.\n\nShe just watched the endless forest stretch by with each step she took, wishing her parents would hurry up. Each tree looked the same to her, each half-frozen puddle making her want to open her floodgates. She folded her arms angrily, digging her claws into her forelimbs to try and drag her attention away from the burning in her loins. She would have to deal with it sooner or later.\n\nWith a reluctant huff she turned around, facing her parents as she strode back down the path to meet them. Paws toying together, trying to distract her from her bodily needs. She concentrated on looking dead ahead, not wanting to let her mind wander to other things; the dripping of the sweet morning dew on the grasses or the little rivulets of run off that ran each side of the path. She approached her parents with nervous intent, a little embarrassed about the slightly awkward conversation they were going to have.\n\n``Is everything alright?'' Yuki's father asked, a slightly concerned plastered to his muzzle. Yuki would usually be far ahead of them, bounding alone. It was massively unlike her to fall back to them.\n\n``I need...'' she started, cutting herself off. ``Could we speed up a little?'' she suggested to them.\n\n``Why?s that?'' he inquired, head cocking to the side a little. ``Is something wrong?''\n\nYuki gritted her teeth, a light blush filling her cold cheeks. ``I just really... need to pee,''. The young vixen toyed with her paws, looking awkwardly at the ground.\n\n``We'll be back at the car in the next hour,'' He said with a slight sigh, ``Are you sure you can't hold it till then?''\n\n``I- I don't think so,'' another whole hour? The fox's strained bladder was getting fuller by the second, the urge to let go getting stronger. ``I think I may have an accident if I don?t go soon..''\n\nHer father gave a little grunt, turning to her mother, ``You'll have to take her behind a tree, I'll wait here,''. \n\nA little dissatisfied huff coming from her muzzle, ``I suppose I will have to,''. She gestured for Yuki to follow. The waded off the path, through a few not so dense bushes and shrubs, making It amongst the woodland before they picked a direction at random and set off.\n\nLooking up, the young fox marveled at how high the trees seemed; now directly below her it seemed like they were hundreds, if not thousands, of feet into the air. The frigid wind made their branches and bows sing, evergreen needles swaying and with it came the relaxing harmony of birdsong. Now enclosed by nature, she felt more than ever like this was her realm. Her territory. She had only gone off the path once or twice before, her parents didn't like her leaving their gaze. This, was the deepest into the woodland she had ever traveled. Her boots crunched under fallen needles and loose rocks, passing by a large clump of half-decayed bracken from the spring as her mother turned to her.\n\n``Here should be good,'' she turned her snout towards the path that they had fled from, making sure no passers by could see them. ``Just squat down and go behind those bushes,'' she made a wide gesture towards the bracken behind her.\n\nWith eager yet nervous steps the girl made her way over to the browned strands, obscured from the path. She quickly squatted down, her little white fingers working to loosen the button of her jeans, working the tight fabric down to her knees, leaving her in her bright pink undies. She felt he cheeks becoming warm and flustered again, this wasn't the first time her mother had seen her naked, they would often go swimming at the local pool, but seeing her vulnerable like this was a little humiliating. It was, however, a far better alternative then wetting herself in-front of her family. With a tired sigh she stuck her thumbs into the back band of her underwear, hoisting it over her bushy tail and down her ankles. \n\nShe felt her cheeks blush a little harder as the cool breeze drifted across her most intimate place, now exposed to both the woods and her mother. She felt ready to burst, the pressure still building. She took a deep breath, taking the cold forest air into her lungs and let go. Nothing happened. Closing her eyes she strained, taking another breath. Yet she couldn?t.\n\nThe contrast between being so full yet being unable to go was infuriating. Her mum turned away a little, her muzzle pointing to the ground. Yuki took another deep breath, looking deeper into the forest as she tried again. The feeling of being watched by the hundreds if not thousands of animals was disconcerting yet somehow... exciting. Perhaps it was the wrong word to use, but the idea of having an audience to her act filled her with a certain sense of naughtiness.\n\nThat feeling form earlier returned; the feeling that this was her woods. Thinking of this place as her own let her relax a little; and as she watched her warm breath condensate of the cold air, a small rivulet of gushed from her slit. The noise it made as it hit the damp leaves under-paw made her jump a little, cutting off the stream.\n\nHer nostrils dilated at the musky scent before her, something was different from how her urine usually smelt. The new perfume was more like her own natural odor, something that belonged to her. She watched the small puddle beneath her soak into the earthy loam below the leaves, draining away into her domain. The idea made her a little tingly, marking this patch as her own. A little of the up spray caught her inner thighs, she felt the warm droplets of her fluid form on her silky fur. That little bit of relief felt like heaven, the pressure dying just a bit.\n\nShe re-positioned herself slightly, jutting her hips out slightly to angle her pussy slightly higher; the long, richer fur that had started to form around her pubic mound not a year before wavering slightly with the mild wind. She let herself relax her muscles in her groin, watching as the stream of urine arc out and cover the abundant dirt around her. No, her dirt in her forest. \n\nShe closed her eyes as she took in the warm scent of her urine mellowed by the earthy textures of the outdoors, something about doing this seemed so natural, so perfect. She opened her eyes again to watch the spray of urine pouring from her slit, marking this place as hers. The stream seemed to steam where it puddled, hot like her blushing cheeks. \n\nWith every moment she relaxed more, the spray of her fluids getting greater. It suddenly began to taper off, warm relief from being empty filled her; yet the giddy-tingly feeling she felt earlier kept on spreading from her crotch into her chest. Eventually the torrent dies to a dribble, only a little splash dropping onto her underclothes. \n\nThe whole clearing smelt slightly like her musk once she was finished, its potent aroma drifting through the mild spring air. She got up from the damp forest floor, leaning on a tree for support. Her mother coughed for attention, reaching into the pocket of her overcoat and producing a packet of tissues; a pristine paw producing one for Yuki. She graciously took one, pressing it lightly over her moistened vulva and wiping any trace of her bodily fluids away. She dropped it into the bracken and pulled her panties up before her jeans. \n\n``Come on,'' her mother urged ``Your father will be wondering where we were,''\n\nThe young fox gave one last sniff before walking away, her scent hanging in the air like perfume. Some-when someone would come across this patch of wood, and they'd know it was her's by her mark. Her tail was not left dangling as she walked away from the woods, it was raised in pride. \n\n__________________________________________________________________________________________\n\nit was not 3 weeks after, when the nights were drawing short and with them sundown becoming long. Yuki found herself in the park by her house, at this time of day when the sky was painted in rich peach, the black-blue ink of darkness seeping in from the east. She found herself alone, any sign of fellow life had evicted the area at the first sign of night; Just her and the pine's swaying in the breeze far off, blocking the light of the setting sun which seemed to bend around them. \n\nThe park consisted of a large greed field, the area of two football pitches at-least, dotted with miscellaneous bushes and shrubbery. Around its border lay a thick wall of trees, their spindly needles forming a blanket of dark green all year-round. \n\nYuki rested atop one of the metal climbing frames near the field?s center, one of the several pieces of play equipment erected in the field. They were scattered around the middle portion of the park, painted in bright colours and well used by cubs who visited during the daylight hours. \n\nShe had felt a certain itch again in her crotch, the pressure just above her peach that signaled her need to urinate. She considered using the public toilets, a graffiti covered brick hut at the far end of green, but it was grimy and old; no one used it unless they were really desperate. She sighed, looking up at the setting sun, she guessed it was time to go back home. She realized drunk too much before coming out, the occasional flicker of a filling bladder had coursed through her while she played. \n\nThe house in question was a short walk away, a quarter of an hour or so from where she sat, and surely she should be able to hold on until then. It was just a quick stroll through the trees and by the river, her neighborhood was small and she could easily find her way. \n\nWith both paws clutching the sides of the beam on which she was perched, she carefully pushed herself off to the ground. Her pastel sun-dress swayed in the slight evening breeze as she landed on the dry grass below. She made one last survey of the area, observing the slit between the trees where she would make her exit. \n\nAs she stood up from where she braced from the fall, she felt the tingling feeling in her crotch build up again with the physical movement. She looked up at the tall evergreens around her, her mind instantly going back to her last walk in the woods. \n\nShe tried to talk herself out of it, what if someone saw her? This was far more open and public than the forest. Yet again it was getting dark, she hadn't seen a soul in the past hour, if not more. She stood up on her haunches. She knew it was a bad idea, but that tingly feeling in her stomach didn?t leave. She knew what her body wanted to do; and she wanted it so badly too.\n\nShe looked around looking for a good spot. One of the little patches of shrubbery. Although not completely conceal her, it would provide the cover she needed to do the act. It was times like this where she cursed her stark white coat and the way she stood out. \n\nShe picked a patch near the center line of the field, where people would surely walk past, and made her way across the lawn. Her nose pricked up with the nighttime smells of fresh swards of grass and the drifting scent of pine needles. The bush itself was just above her own height by a foot and the foliage was light enough that she could easily part it to the center. \n\nNow stood in the center of the bush, she felt her heart race. She felt the same strange giddiness as she had in the woods as her mind was drawn back. The soft tweeting of birds somewhere off, the scuttling of some small critter in the distance. It brought a strange excitement to her. \n\nShe knew it was risky here; she could be caught at any moment here but that only made her more willing to do it. How many people would pass by here each day? One hundred, two hundred? Any nose older than a child's would be able to pick up the same scent that she laid in the woods, that unusual musk that she wanted to spray over her park. Her scent. \n\nShe gave one last hasty look around, scanning the entrances before she started exposing herself. She reached a nervous paw up the hem of her sundress, hooking them through the edge of her white panties, letting them drop over down over her thighs. \n\nHer breath was shaky as she squatted down, parting her dress to give her slit a clear line to the floor. She took two fingers to her heated vulva, spreading her lips apart slightly. She lightly closed her eyelids, letting her desires take over as the stream started to poor out of her, onto the ground below. \n\nIt came a lot easier than it had in the woods, with no one watching. She swallowed a lump in her throat as she opened her eyes slightly. The tinkling sound of her spray hitting the leaves below send a surge of energy through her; her own scent which was being carried in the air made her nostrils prick. \n\nYuki's warm breath condensed in the air like her urine, feeling it's warmth making its way up her inner thigh. The scent of her fluid was becoming more potent how, it seemed stronger than the last time she had noticed it snake up to her nostrils. She gave a relived sigh, the tingling in her crotch dismissing itself as she made her water.\n\nBy the time the stream had started to taper off, a large puddle of her musk was seeping into the base of the bush, its potency very present. Yuki giddily removed her paw from between her legs, moving it up to her snout and giving it a tender sniff. Her scent was thick on her pawpads, the air in the bush becoming more musky. \n\nShe couldn't help but smirk slyly as she hoisted up her underwear, letting it cover her damp folds. She tucked her dress back down, stepping carefully around the spot she had marked. Her tail wagged as she made her way out of the bush, her snout raised to the air as she smelt herself on the cool night air. \n\n__________________________________________________________________________________________\n\nThe sound of twenty sets of paws reverberated around the tiled walls as the cubs made their way through from the poolside back to the changing rooms after the lesson. Yuki, clad in her tight gray swimsuit, was a little older than most of the other cubs who were attending. The majority of them had their parents waiting for them, ready to help them get dressed into their regular clothes. The arctic fox was more than capable of getting herself dressed and as of late was finding the presence of her parents to be quite embarrassing. \n\nThe class was mostly made up for larger predators; canines, felines and, of course, vulpines like herself. She held her towel a little closer to her body, stepping away from the slightly warmer air of the poolside. The majority of cubs coming from aquatic species would learn to swim from a very young age, their inherit instincts and more appropriate anatomy fare more suited to the task. Bulkier creatures learned much later on in life, Yuki's parents insisted she take lessons. She had the same problems as the other children in her class: her fluffy fur, although beautiful, created a lot of drag when wet. Her bushy tail too weighed her down. \n\nShe raised a paw to her face, parting a few strands of wet fur that hung over her eyes. The fluffier species had the problem of smell far worse than other, the acrid stench chlorinated water hanging onto her for days after if she didn't shower thoroughly. \n\nShe turned right towards the showers, a long line of metal heads sprouting from the tiled walls; open and communal. A few cubs had already run towards them, eager to get the best stop. Already they tore off their trunks and costumes, eager to warm up under the streams of hot water. \n\nYuki never used the communal ones, feeling too open and vulnerable standing naked in-front of so many other people. She made her way past the line of other swimmers, going to the private booths just beyond. She tried to suppress a blush as her eyes wandered towards a few of the male's bare sheaths, guiltily looking dead ahead as she aimed for the cubicles. \n\nThe pick one on the far right, walking past the open curtain and closing it behind her. Although small and cramped, the space was private and that was enough for the young vixen. The curtain filtered the tungsten light and cast a strange half-darkness over the stall. \n\nThe wall too her left was made of plastic coated chipboard, stained in a light navy blue and affixed to the tiles with slightly oxidized metal bracket. The wall directly in-front of her and to her right were the same off-white tiles as the rest of the changing rooms. Her nose pricked up, the faint sweaty musk of past users hanging in the air.\n\nTo her left the soft pattering of another shower going could be heard, along with the soft pattering of another creatures soft paw-pads on wet porcelain. Their shadow cast along on the floor. The other reason she liked the booths compared to the open showers were the adjustable heads; far nicer than the fixed ones and far better at reaching the hard to reach places too. \n\nSince she had left the side of the pool, she had felt the need to pee coming on, just a slight tingle in her belly. As she switched the head of the shower on, the drumming of the water seemed to urge her body on, building up the tingling in her groin. \n\nShe reached down to the crotch of her tight swimsuit, trying to relive the force on her nethers, the sodden fabric clung to her body tightly, it snapped back onto as she released it. She gave a little huff of frustration, grabbing the zipper behind her and pulling it down, easing the grip of the tight fabric. \n\nShe walked into the stream, avoiding any cold draft that may blow under the curtain or borders. The hot water massaging her hard-worked muscles. She stretched her arms out, working the straps of the top of the suit down, rolling over her chest. Her front was smooth and fluffy with her juvenile fur. Her small budding breasts weren't big enough to really be noticeable yet, blended in with her body by her velvety fur. \n\nShe pushed her garment further down, leaning against the tiled wall as she stepped out, one leg over then other. She gave a small sigh of relief, as she moved the discarded fabric away from the shower head. She wanted to get this over with quickly, go to the toilet then get out early. Unless... an idea struck her mind. \n\nShe couldn?t do it here? Could she? Her eyes wandered down to the drain set into the floor below her, she licked her suddenly dry lips. Plenty of people would pee in the shower, but not a public one? No-one would here over the sound of the water anyway.\n\nThat buzzing in her stomach started again, a guilty urge clouding her mind, just thinking about it making her want to burst there and then. She glanced back at the curtain, the shadows of others only vague ghosts behind it. \n\nShe gave a deep breath in, biting her bottom lip slightly as she angled her hips to jut out over the grate in the tiles. She breathed out, relaxing and letting her floodgates open. \n\nAn instant wave of pleasure and relief flooded through her even before the first droplets of her fluid splashed against the shower floor. Moist warm breath fell fell on moist warm air as she exhaled in relief, her muscles loosening, letting her arms hang loose as she jutted her crotch forward. \n\nThe soft tinkle of urine on tile could barely be heard over the shower, and she took comfort in knowing her neighbor wouldn't be aware of her acts. \n\nPutting one elbow gently against the plastic divider, she reached her free paw down to the pubic mound, tugging up to angle her flow against the white tiles opposite. Her pale musk flowed down, being swiftly washed down by the downpour of water that cleansed it. She gave another quick inhale, her own sweet, earthy aroma sticking to the air in the cubicle. The thought of her own smell displacing the other, weaker musk of others made that tingling feeling grow deeper in her chest. Even when her own trail started to diminish from her slit, the electric buzzing failed to leave. \n\nShe unhooked the chrome shower head from its holder, running it over body to was the majority of the chlorinated water out from her fur before moving it lower; down her body. Her paw stayed between her legs, slowly spreading her lips as the other hand washed any drops of her fluid that clung to her inner folds. She stood like that for just a moment, eyes closed and warm water brushing against her labia. She closed her eyes and reveled in her own perfume. \n\nReluctantly she reached out to turn the water off, placing the head back on its hook. She took one last sniff before covering herself with her swimsuit, lightly blushing as she made her way back to where she left her clothes. \n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Great columns of light shone through the leaves and branches of the swaying pines. The crisp, clear morning air was full of the smell of autumn turning to winter, already the deciduous trees had started to drop their brightly coloured leaves to form swirling patterns on the muddy floor. All around was the sound of pleasant bird song and a cold breeze high above. In a contrast from the season before, the forest had come to rest.
Somewhere far below the elder branches a trio of foxes roamed, bright white fur stark against the shades of the woodland backdrop. The two largest strode together paw in paw, whilst the smallest and youngest ran on ahead; scurrying through the patchy undergrowth and half frozen puddles. The back couple were proud parents of Yuki, now thirteen years of age. The young vixen took after the looks of her mother, snow white fur only interrupted by a supple pink nose and two sky-blue eyes. Her pristine fur now marked with the occasional blotch of mud as she explored the woodland off to the sides of the path, making sure to keep within sight of her parents.
Her bushy white tail trailed behind her, its edges just more than a little dipped in the contents of the landscape. Her cub fur had started shedding the spring prior, her silky adult fur starting to come through; a sign that she was growing into a real vixen. Her father always commented on how beautiful she looked, comparing her to her youthful mother: her perfectly sculpted snout or dainty wrists. The one part she didn't take from her mother was her personality, her calm and gentle nature streaked with her fathers, mischievous boisterousness.
She always loved going walking in the woods, running along the paths and breathing in the crisp clear air. There was something about the freedom of not being enclosed inside, about being able to look up and see the blue sky without end. As well as getting muddy, of course. She tugged the zipper on her teal jacket up, the metal clasper keeping the frigid breeze at bay. When she was in these woods it felt like they were hers, that this place was her territory, that she could do as she liked.
Yuki glanced back to make her carers were still in tow before gathering her pace, striding confidently forward down the path. This was a path they often took, and she knew the route well and they'd most probably be back at the car pack in an hour or so, perhaps an hour and a half at a push. They had already covered a lot of ground in the chill winter morning, and they all knew a flask of nice warm hot cocoa awaited them when they got to the finish.
The fox girl slowed a little, unhooking the silver flask in her small rucksack to take a sip of water. By the empty rattle it made she assumed that she had already drunk most of it. Her bladder had been slowly filling throughout the trip but she could hold it till they got back, she had waited longer between bathroom trips before. There would be bathrooms at the car park. She hastily downed the little bit of fluid that sat at the bottom of her canteen, slipping it back in her pack before skipping onwards, gazing up at the cloud strewn sky.
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Judging by the way the sun had moved, it had been a little less than an hour since she had drunk the last of the water but already she was regretting it. Her bladder was feeling fuller than ever, the water running through her system much quicker than she anticipated.
She walked hastily, her gait erratic as she tried to press her legs together, trying to resist the urge to just let go right now. She looked back at where her parents were, still behind her by some distance. They should have been back by now, but they had slowed considerably as the two adults admired the winter sights. How long did she have left till they were back? Would it take another half hour? Even longer?Either way she didn?t think she could wait until then, her bladder was ready to burst and she couldn't help it.
She just watched the endless forest stretch by with each step she took, wishing her parents would hurry up. Each tree looked the same to her, each half-frozen puddle making her want to open her floodgates. She folded her arms angrily, digging her claws into her forelimbs to try and drag her attention away from the burning in her loins. She would have to deal with it sooner or later.
With a reluctant huff she turned around, facing her parents as she strode back down the path to meet them. Paws toying together, trying to distract her from her bodily needs. She concentrated on looking dead ahead, not wanting to let her mind wander to other things; the dripping of the sweet morning dew on the grasses or the little rivulets of run off that ran each side of the path. She approached her parents with nervous intent, a little embarrassed about the slightly awkward conversation they were going to have.
``Is everything alright?'' Yuki's father asked, a slightly concerned plastered to his muzzle. Yuki would usually be far ahead of them, bounding alone. It was massively unlike her to fall back to them.
``I need...'' she started, cutting herself off. ``Could we speed up a little?'' she suggested to them.
``Why?s that?'' he inquired, head cocking to the side a little. ``Is something wrong?''
Yuki gritted her teeth, a light blush filling her cold cheeks. ``I just really... need to pee,''. The young vixen toyed with her paws, looking awkwardly at the ground.
``We'll be back at the car in the next hour,'' He said with a slight sigh, ``Are you sure you can't hold it till then?''
``I- I don't think so,'' another whole hour? The fox's strained bladder was getting fuller by the second, the urge to let go getting stronger. ``I think I may have an accident if I don?t go soon..''
Her father gave a little grunt, turning to her mother, ``You'll have to take her behind a tree, I'll wait here,''.
A little dissatisfied huff coming from her muzzle, ``I suppose I will have to,''. She gestured for Yuki to follow. The waded off the path, through a few not so dense bushes and shrubs, making It amongst the woodland before they picked a direction at random and set off.
Looking up, the young fox marveled at how high the trees seemed; now directly below her it seemed like they were hundreds, if not thousands, of feet into the air. The frigid wind made their branches and bows sing, evergreen needles swaying and with it came the relaxing harmony of birdsong. Now enclosed by nature, she felt more than ever like this was her realm. Her territory. She had only gone off the path once or twice before, her parents didn't like her leaving their gaze. This, was the deepest into the woodland she had ever traveled. Her boots crunched under fallen needles and loose rocks, passing by a large clump of half-decayed bracken from the spring as her mother turned to her.
``Here should be good,'' she turned her snout towards the path that they had fled from, making sure no passers by could see them. ``Just squat down and go behind those bushes,'' she made a wide gesture towards the bracken behind her.
With eager yet nervous steps the girl made her way over to the browned strands, obscured from the path. She quickly squatted down, her little white fingers working to loosen the button of her jeans, working the tight fabric down to her knees, leaving her in her bright pink undies. She felt he cheeks becoming warm and flustered again, this wasn't the first time her mother had seen her naked, they would often go swimming at the local pool, but seeing her vulnerable like this was a little humiliating. It was, however, a far better alternative then wetting herself in-front of her family. With a tired sigh she stuck her thumbs into the back band of her underwear, hoisting it over her bushy tail and down her ankles.
She felt her cheeks blush a little harder as the cool breeze drifted across her most intimate place, now exposed to both the woods and her mother. She felt ready to burst, the pressure still building. She took a deep breath, taking the cold forest air into her lungs and let go. Nothing happened. Closing her eyes she strained, taking another breath. Yet she couldn?t.
The contrast between being so full yet being unable to go was infuriating. Her mum turned away a little, her muzzle pointing to the ground. Yuki took another deep breath, looking deeper into the forest as she tried again. The feeling of being watched by the hundreds if not thousands of animals was disconcerting yet somehow... exciting. Perhaps it was the wrong word to use, but the idea of having an audience to her act filled her with a certain sense of naughtiness.
That feeling form earlier returned; the feeling that this was her woods. Thinking of this place as her own let her relax a little; and as she watched her warm breath condensate of the cold air, a small rivulet of gushed from her slit. The noise it made as it hit the damp leaves under-paw made her jump a little, cutting off the stream.
Her nostrils dilated at the musky scent before her, something was different from how her urine usually smelt. The new perfume was more like her own natural odor, something that belonged to her. She watched the small puddle beneath her soak into the earthy loam below the leaves, draining away into her domain. The idea made her a little tingly, marking this patch as her own. A little of the up spray caught her inner thighs, she felt the warm droplets of her fluid form on her silky fur. That little bit of relief felt like heaven, the pressure dying just a bit.
She re-positioned herself slightly, jutting her hips out slightly to angle her pussy slightly higher; the long, richer fur that had started to form around her pubic mound not a year before wavering slightly with the mild wind. She let herself relax her muscles in her groin, watching as the stream of urine arc out and cover the abundant dirt around her. No, her dirt in her forest.
She closed her eyes as she took in the warm scent of her urine mellowed by the earthy textures of the outdoors, something about doing this seemed so natural, so perfect. She opened her eyes again to watch the spray of urine pouring from her slit, marking this place as hers. The stream seemed to steam where it puddled, hot like her blushing cheeks.
With every moment she relaxed more, the spray of her fluids getting greater. It suddenly began to taper off, warm relief from being empty filled her; yet the giddy-tingly feeling she felt earlier kept on spreading from her crotch into her chest. Eventually the torrent dies to a dribble, only a little splash dropping onto her underclothes.
The whole clearing smelt slightly like her musk once she was finished, its potent aroma drifting through the mild spring air. She got up from the damp forest floor, leaning on a tree for support. Her mother coughed for attention, reaching into the pocket of her overcoat and producing a packet of tissues; a pristine paw producing one for Yuki. She graciously took one, pressing it lightly over her moistened vulva and wiping any trace of her bodily fluids away. She dropped it into the bracken and pulled her panties up before her jeans.
``Come on,'' her mother urged ``Your father will be wondering where we were,''
The young fox gave one last sniff before walking away, her scent hanging in the air like perfume. Some-when someone would come across this patch of wood, and they'd know it was her's by her mark. Her tail was not left dangling as she walked away from the woods, it was raised in pride.
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it was not 3 weeks after, when the nights were drawing short and with them sundown becoming long. Yuki found herself in the park by her house, at this time of day when the sky was painted in rich peach, the black-blue ink of darkness seeping in from the east. She found herself alone, any sign of fellow life had evicted the area at the first sign of night; Just her and the pine's swaying in the breeze far off, blocking the light of the setting sun which seemed to bend around them.
The park consisted of a large greed field, the area of two football pitches at-least, dotted with miscellaneous bushes and shrubbery. Around its border lay a thick wall of trees, their spindly needles forming a blanket of dark green all year-round.
Yuki rested atop one of the metal climbing frames near the field?s center, one of the several pieces of play equipment erected in the field. They were scattered around the middle portion of the park, painted in bright colours and well used by cubs who visited during the daylight hours.
She had felt a certain itch again in her crotch, the pressure just above her peach that signaled her need to urinate. She considered using the public toilets, a graffiti covered brick hut at the far end of green, but it was grimy and old; no one used it unless they were really desperate. She sighed, looking up at the setting sun, she guessed it was time to go back home. She realized drunk too much before coming out, the occasional flicker of a filling bladder had coursed through her while she played.
The house in question was a short walk away, a quarter of an hour or so from where she sat, and surely she should be able to hold on until then. It was just a quick stroll through the trees and by the river, her neighborhood was small and she could easily find her way.
With both paws clutching the sides of the beam on which she was perched, she carefully pushed herself off to the ground. Her pastel sun-dress swayed in the slight evening breeze as she landed on the dry grass below. She made one last survey of the area, observing the slit between the trees where she would make her exit.
As she stood up from where she braced from the fall, she felt the tingling feeling in her crotch build up again with the physical movement. She looked up at the tall evergreens around her, her mind instantly going back to her last walk in the woods.
She tried to talk herself out of it, what if someone saw her? This was far more open and public than the forest. Yet again it was getting dark, she hadn't seen a soul in the past hour, if not more. She stood up on her haunches. She knew it was a bad idea, but that tingly feeling in her stomach didn?t leave. She knew what her body wanted to do; and she wanted it so badly too.
She looked around looking for a good spot. One of the little patches of shrubbery. Although not completely conceal her, it would provide the cover she needed to do the act. It was times like this where she cursed her stark white coat and the way she stood out.
She picked a patch near the center line of the field, where people would surely walk past, and made her way across the lawn. Her nose pricked up with the nighttime smells of fresh swards of grass and the drifting scent of pine needles. The bush itself was just above her own height by a foot and the foliage was light enough that she could easily part it to the center.
Now stood in the center of the bush, she felt her heart race. She felt the same strange giddiness as she had in the woods as her mind was drawn back. The soft tweeting of birds somewhere off, the scuttling of some small critter in the distance. It brought a strange excitement to her.
She knew it was risky here; she could be caught at any moment here but that only made her more willing to do it. How many people would pass by here each day? One hundred, two hundred? Any nose older than a child's would be able to pick up the same scent that she laid in the woods, that unusual musk that she wanted to spray over her park. Her scent.
She gave one last hasty look around, scanning the entrances before she started exposing herself. She reached a nervous paw up the hem of her sundress, hooking them through the edge of her white panties, letting them drop over down over her thighs.
Her breath was shaky as she squatted down, parting her dress to give her slit a clear line to the floor. She took two fingers to her heated vulva, spreading her lips apart slightly. She lightly closed her eyelids, letting her desires take over as the stream started to poor out of her, onto the ground below.
It came a lot easier than it had in the woods, with no one watching. She swallowed a lump in her throat as she opened her eyes slightly. The tinkling sound of her spray hitting the leaves below send a surge of energy through her; her own scent which was being carried in the air made her nostrils prick.
Yuki's warm breath condensed in the air like her urine, feeling it's warmth making its way up her inner thigh. The scent of her fluid was becoming more potent how, it seemed stronger than the last time she had noticed it snake up to her nostrils. She gave a relived sigh, the tingling in her crotch dismissing itself as she made her water.
By the time the stream had started to taper off, a large puddle of her musk was seeping into the base of the bush, its potency very present. Yuki giddily removed her paw from between her legs, moving it up to her snout and giving it a tender sniff. Her scent was thick on her pawpads, the air in the bush becoming more musky.
She couldn't help but smirk slyly as she hoisted up her underwear, letting it cover her damp folds. She tucked her dress back down, stepping carefully around the spot she had marked. Her tail wagged as she made her way out of the bush, her snout raised to the air as she smelt herself on the cool night air.
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The sound of twenty sets of paws reverberated around the tiled walls as the cubs made their way through from the poolside back to the changing rooms after the lesson. Yuki, clad in her tight gray swimsuit, was a little older than most of the other cubs who were attending. The majority of them had their parents waiting for them, ready to help them get dressed into their regular clothes. The arctic fox was more than capable of getting herself dressed and as of late was finding the presence of her parents to be quite embarrassing.
The class was mostly made up for larger predators; canines, felines and, of course, vulpines like herself. She held her towel a little closer to her body, stepping away from the slightly warmer air of the poolside. The majority of cubs coming from aquatic species would learn to swim from a very young age, their inherit instincts and more appropriate anatomy fare more suited to the task. Bulkier creatures learned much later on in life, Yuki's parents insisted she take lessons. She had the same problems as the other children in her class: her fluffy fur, although beautiful, created a lot of drag when wet. Her bushy tail too weighed her down.
She raised a paw to her face, parting a few strands of wet fur that hung over her eyes. The fluffier species had the problem of smell far worse than other, the acrid stench chlorinated water hanging onto her for days after if she didn't shower thoroughly.
She turned right towards the showers, a long line of metal heads sprouting from the tiled walls; open and communal. A few cubs had already run towards them, eager to get the best stop. Already they tore off their trunks and costumes, eager to warm up under the streams of hot water.
Yuki never used the communal ones, feeling too open and vulnerable standing naked in-front of so many other people. She made her way past the line of other swimmers, going to the private booths just beyond. She tried to suppress a blush as her eyes wandered towards a few of the male's bare sheaths, guiltily looking dead ahead as she aimed for the cubicles.
The pick one on the far right, walking past the open curtain and closing it behind her. Although small and cramped, the space was private and that was enough for the young vixen. The curtain filtered the tungsten light and cast a strange half-darkness over the stall.
The wall too her left was made of plastic coated chipboard, stained in a light navy blue and affixed to the tiles with slightly oxidized metal bracket. The wall directly in-front of her and to her right were the same off-white tiles as the rest of the changing rooms. Her nose pricked up, the faint sweaty musk of past users hanging in the air.
To her left the soft pattering of another shower going could be heard, along with the soft pattering of another creatures soft paw-pads on wet porcelain. Their shadow cast along on the floor. The other reason she liked the booths compared to the open showers were the adjustable heads; far nicer than the fixed ones and far better at reaching the hard to reach places too.
Since she had left the side of the pool, she had felt the need to pee coming on, just a slight tingle in her belly. As she switched the head of the shower on, the drumming of the water seemed to urge her body on, building up the tingling in her groin.
She reached down to the crotch of her tight swimsuit, trying to relive the force on her nethers, the sodden fabric clung to her body tightly, it snapped back onto as she released it. She gave a little huff of frustration, grabbing the zipper behind her and pulling it down, easing the grip of the tight fabric.
She walked into the stream, avoiding any cold draft that may blow under the curtain or borders. The hot water massaging her hard-worked muscles. She stretched her arms out, working the straps of the top of the suit down, rolling over her chest. Her front was smooth and fluffy with her juvenile fur. Her small budding breasts weren't big enough to really be noticeable yet, blended in with her body by her velvety fur.
She pushed her garment further down, leaning against the tiled wall as she stepped out, one leg over then other. She gave a small sigh of relief, as she moved the discarded fabric away from the shower head. She wanted to get this over with quickly, go to the toilet then get out early. Unless... an idea struck her mind.
She couldn?t do it here? Could she? Her eyes wandered down to the drain set into the floor below her, she licked her suddenly dry lips. Plenty of people would pee in the shower, but not a public one? No-one would here over the sound of the water anyway.
That buzzing in her stomach started again, a guilty urge clouding her mind, just thinking about it making her want to burst there and then. She glanced back at the curtain, the shadows of others only vague ghosts behind it.
She gave a deep breath in, biting her bottom lip slightly as she angled her hips to jut out over the grate in the tiles. She breathed out, relaxing and letting her floodgates open.
An instant wave of pleasure and relief flooded through her even before the first droplets of her fluid splashed against the shower floor. Moist warm breath fell fell on moist warm air as she exhaled in relief, her muscles loosening, letting her arms hang loose as she jutted her crotch forward.
The soft tinkle of urine on tile could barely be heard over the shower, and she took comfort in knowing her neighbor wouldn't be aware of her acts.
Putting one elbow gently against the plastic divider, she reached her free paw down to the pubic mound, tugging up to angle her flow against the white tiles opposite. Her pale musk flowed down, being swiftly washed down by the downpour of water that cleansed it. She gave another quick inhale, her own sweet, earthy aroma sticking to the air in the cubicle. The thought of her own smell displacing the other, weaker musk of others made that tingling feeling grow deeper in her chest. Even when her own trail started to diminish from her slit, the electric buzzing failed to leave.
She unhooked the chrome shower head from its holder, running it over body to was the majority of the chlorinated water out from her fur before moving it lower; down her body. Her paw stayed between her legs, slowly spreading her lips as the other hand washed any drops of her fluid that clung to her inner folds. She stood like that for just a moment, eyes closed and warm water brushing against her labia. She closed her eyes and reveled in her own perfume.
Reluctantly she reached out to turn the water off, placing the head back on its hook. She took one last sniff before covering herself with her swimsuit, lightly blushing as she made her way back to where she left her clothes.
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