The following story takes place in a world much like our own, but in which multiple races of human exist, all with varying physical traits and psychologies, and the squirrel-girls resemble an all-female species with pointy ears, bushy tails and claw-tipped fingers who live in forests and have a deep love of human semen, or 'nuts' as they call it.
The mostly human girl lay face down on the grass with one arm as her pillow, the hot sun kissing the back of her naked body and gleaming off her blonde hair and blonde bushy tail. Similarly shining on her prominent backside and thighs was the glint of human semen that was already drying in the sun. Her lips glistened in the same way.
It felt good to rest her stomach on the cool earth.
Despite being so relaxed, her lips were set in a small smile, even as strands of blonde hair tickled her nose.
The summer had been so good to her scurry that she'd even gained a small amount of weight despite consuming less fruits and berries than normal. So many hikers had come through the forest, many of them men, and most happy to share their nuts.
The same gentle breeze that ran through the grass took the one cloud in the sky miles through the air above the ground by the time she moved, prompted by the sound of approaching footsteps. She lifted her head up.
"Can I have a nut, please?" she asked, her voice soft, to the person behind her. "I love nuts. A nut please."
Even having had so many today, she wasn't sure if she'd even had her fill yet.
"You're nut-drunk, Squeaker," said a voice that wasn't a man's, or a human's at all.
Hazel.
Squeaker put her head back on her arm, her eyes in her elbow, and raised an admonishing finger. She immediately regretted expending the energy. "I am not nut-drunk. I am merely... full of nut."
"Full of something. Oh hey, a man's here."
Squeaker jerked her head up, impatiently waited the moment it took her eyes to adjust to the surroundings... and there was no man there. She let her head sink back down. "Meanie."
"Nut-drunk." Hazel tilted her head to look between Squeaker's legs. "Where would you take it, anyway? You've had more than enough up there."
"My mouth," was the reply.
"You mean you'll-" Hazel started.
"Nope. In mouth. No swallow, too full. Just have in mouth."
Hazel put a hand over her eyes, embarrassed that this was representing their scurry to the hikers. She loved Squeaker, but she had to take care of her sometimes.
Her eyes went back to the curves and details of Squeaker's body, running over them, lingering on her favorite areas. Ideas for what she'd like to do with those areas hovered in her mind's eye as she continued talking. "I have a nut you can share, for realsies. Would you like to know where it is?"
Squeaker didn't reply.
"Just got it from a hiker."
Squeaker pulled her head up and forced it around to look.
Below Hazel's brunette locks, beautiful face with her flushed completion, curly smile and sharp chin, and below her generous chest parts and folded arms shone the unmistakable white of a nut, mixed with Hazel's personal wetness that glimmered on her thighs. She must have only just been made love to, and the nut looked very good.
"No thank you I'm straight," Squeaker recited the line, before anything else could come out.
"How straight?" said with a knowing smile.
"Did he even say you could share it? Second hand, not as good. Too straight for it."
"He said he had no problem with me sharing it. None at all. It's fresh, still warm, straight from him. Come on, what's a bit of cunnilingus between friends? One straight squirrel-girl and her bi buddy helping each other out."
"You're a bitch."
"Said you wanted nuts," Hazel said, then added, "It'll be dry soon, better think fast."
Squeaker had been thinking about it hard since the moment Hazel made the offer, running through the options in her head while speaking automatically. She'd had no choice - something as precious as nut was not to be thrown away. It was guilt-inducing to do so, and even though it hadn't been in this case, since it had been given to Hazel, it still felt technically wrong.
"I'm not interested."
"In me, maybe, but you're interested in nuts, and here's one right here. It'll be our secret if you don't want anyone to know. Not that there's anything embarrassing about it," Hazel said, with only the slightest edge to her voice.
"Why me? Can't you go to someone else for what you want?"
"But I'm not in the mood for someone else - I'm in the mood for you."
Squeaker turned to look forward again, her chin pointing into her elbow, but she could still feel Hazel's eyes on her.
She'd had her fill of nuts, or as close as she could get to that state, but... no, one or even a few more still wouldn't be too many. Too many was... no a concept she could really imagine.
It wasn't even a surprise to her that she felt this way.
Squeaker had her gaze on the distant trees as she imagined what might be about to happen or not happen. Her fingers scratched at the dirt.
Hazel didn't say anything as the moments passed.
Turning both options around in her head, she suddenly resented being put in this position at all. Neither were good, and Hazel had done this to her.
She and Hazel had known each other for a long time, and this wasn't the first time she'd been propositioned by her. The flirtatious remarks and eyes on her body had all been things that she'd dealt with, putting up with them because Hazel was just that fun to be around and that good a person. They hadn't really made her uncomfortable, but it was something unsaid between them that Hazel had lusty feelings towards her.
The decision came to her, or the one she knew she'd eventually make if she had enough time to think about it. "Okay," she said.
That was all Hazel needed to bound over and drop herself down in front of Squeaker, her legs to either side of her head and everything on display.
The apprehension suddenly rose as what she'd been imagining was becoming real.
Squeaker had never been this close to it before, nor seen it in such detail, or indeed any vagina, ever.
Hazel's labia were shorter than average, and they had the nut on it. The pink of her clit stood out. There was little hair above her - only a few short hairs that were the same brown as her wavy locks. The soft creases where her thighs met her pelvis and the barely existent pores in her skin suddenly felt very intense with what was in the center of her vision.
It was right there in front of her. Intimidating.
The delicious white nut on it did look good, though.
The silence stretched, inviting one of them to speak, and Squeaker didn't move. Her eyes moved between Hazel's pussy and anything else she could focus her eyes on.
