A racoon

Out of a heap of trash crawled a racoon, disturbed by Willow's visit. It slowly walked over to her, ready to attack the trespasser.

"Calm down, buddy," begged Willow, while crawling away backwards, "I'm just leaving, so if you jus-"

The racoon leaped at her, biting in her dress.

"God, get off of me!" Willow grabbed various pieces of trash, throwing it at the racoon.

It eventually let go. Better put, the front part of her dress tore off, barely covering her pussy anymore.

Willow leaped out of the dumpster, lost her footing during the landing, and cracked the right lens of her glasses.