You are rudely awakened by the sound of acorns being jostled about, bouncing off each other and the floor of your knothole shelter. You bolt upright to confront your intruder...and freeze.
Another grey squirrel is staring you in the face, also frozen still, aside from her nose quivering up and down. Of course you can tell it's a female, your own nose is going through the same motions. But most importantly, one of YOUR acorns is between her paws, and another is in her mouth!
Without thinking, you drop to your front paws and hiss at her, bristling. This reaction shocks both of you, and you jump back covering your mouth with your paws, but by then she's already dropped your acorn and bounded out the entrance. Wait! you yell...or at least you think you did.
You rub at your forehead, somewhat taken aback by your own actions. Why was that your first instinct? Since when do you hiss at anyone or anything? You look down to notice your fur is still all standing on end, and you run your paws over it, trying to smooth it down. Your heart is beating rapidly from the small scare, or perhaps something else, something you're starting to pin down as you take stock of the situation...
That smell again...squirrels in heat. Your eyelids droop as you inhale deeply, and the tip of your squirrel dick slides out from its hiding place.
How could Amy's scent still be so strong, even now? It's been hours at least, right? No, wait...your nose tells you it's not Amy you're smelling. It's your uninvited guest.
As if on cue, her furry head emerges slowly at the edge of the entrance, peering over at you. Slowly, you drop to all fours and take a step toward her, curious. Both your noses are wiggling like mad now -- indescribable amounts of information pass between the two of you.
She knows there's been death here.
You know she's spent a lot of time near pine trees.
She knows you're scared, and that you fucked another squirrel recently.
You know she's young, and hasn't been fucked yet this season.
She knows that you're aroused.
You know that she's ready for you.
You leap forward, and she disappears. Somehow you know you're supposed to chase her. The threat of hawks temporarily forgotten, you dart out of the tree and bound after her vertically, spiraling up the oak you call home. Her tail flicks up and down in front of you in time with her movement. You pause briefly...she pauses too. You resume the chase, and so does she. It's a game.
She makes a flying leap out onto a sturdy limb, and you follow confidently, as if you'd done this a million times. She's cornered -- but there's no indication this wasn't part of her plan to begin with. Her bushy tail twitches, pushing her scent toward you. It's not even necessary, as your cock is already at full mast with a bead of pre.
You position yourself behind her, doing your best to line up with your target. She glances back at you, as if wondering what was taking so long. Finally you lunge forward, entering her smoothly, and she squeals. You wrap your arms around her abdomen and grip her tightly, pumping your squirrel dick in and out of her warm cunt. Her vaginal muscles draw you in deeper. You can tell she needed this. You needed this. You huff deeply at her nape, inhaling her dander. One of your paws clutching her underside brushes against her teats, and she shudders slightly in response. Rutting wildly, you bottom out, and your balls slap against her entrance again and again. Finally, gloriously, you cum inside her, filling her with your seed.
You collapse on top of her for a brief instant, feeling her heart beating as rapidly as your own...but squirrels aren't exactly ones to bask in the afterglow. She leaps forward, breaking out of your grip and sliding off of you. She turns to face you and chitters, then dips under the branch you're on and takes off down and around the tree to the ground.
You watch her go, panting heavily, cum still dribbling from your tip. Her juices have matted your crotch fur. Your instincts tell you to either forage or get back to safety, but what's left of your intellect needs to process this moment.
She'll bear a huge litter, you tell yourself.
Much better than the last squirrel I fucked.
What was I doing again?