Find Some Cover And Get Yourself Off

Peering through the darkness, you see a thicket of bushes which might afford some cover. Moving as quietly as possibly, you break off the path and creep toward the thicket.

The **** are really starting to kick in now. You keep thinking you're seeing something move out of the corner of your eye, but when you stop to look, there's nothing there. Even before you get to cover, you unbutton your shorts and plunge a hand down between your legs. Continuing to stumble along, you use your free hand to push brush out of the way while your other hand takes care of the insane urges you're feeling.

Finally, you give up your desires to reach safety and figure you've gotten far enough away from the path, anyway. You collapse to the ground and allow your other hand to join the first in its frenzied manipulations. Your whole body rocks in rhythm with your manipulations as you bring up your knees to allow yourself easier access.

"Want some help with that?" asks the squirrel on the stump a few feet from you.

You look at it without pausing. The harmless creature just sort of looks at you with a smile as you writhe there helplessly a victim of your own caress. The orgasm begins to build within you as the squirrel continues to smile. Breaking the stare, you roll backwards and let the waves of pleasure rock your being. Opening your eyes for a second just as the last waves wash over you, you realize that it wasn't the squirrel speaking at all.

The last thing you see before you pass out is Roxie looming over you.