Before you can stop yourself, your animal side takes over and you begin to initiate the Buck Squirrel in a mating dance. Without thinking about it, you're up a tree and suddenly you want him to prove that he s worthy of you.
Leaping from tree to tree, you lead him on a gallant chase, only stopping every once and awhile to once again begin the mating dance anew.
And then, you're not sure why, but you stop and leading him up a tree, you point your rear-ed at him and lift up your tail. A portion of your human side screams out, "This is all wrong! I'm a male human, not a Doe Squirrel!"
But it is all for naught as suddenly you feel him atop of you and then something foreign can be felt pressing into you and then that object is inside of you and your last thoughts before you give yourself over to your animal side are, "Oh God! This male Squirrel has a hard on and it's pressing against my vulva. I shouldn't have a Vulva! Now it's pressing into my vagina. Oh my God...." and the rest is lost as you begin to make chattering noises of pleasure as the Buck Squirrel has his way with you over and over, sending his seed into your womb and your waiting Ova.