Squirrel Girl | warm encounter

The late afternoon sun poured through the half-open window of Doreen’s apartment, cutting warm gold lines across the floor and the edge of the couch. The place smelled faintly of laundry detergent, peanut butter, and the light floral shampoo she always used. A couple of small squirrels were curled up on the back of a chair, completely unbothered by the tension building in the room.

Doreen stood near the couch, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She had taken off her jacket and gloves earlier, leaving her in a simple white tank top that was already losing the fight against her chest and a pair of soft gray shorts that did almost nothing to hide what was going on between her legs. Her auburn hair was a little messy, ears twitching every few seconds on top of her head. A clear flush sat high on her freckled cheeks.

She was hard.

Not just a little hard. The thick outline of her cock strained heavily against the front of her shorts, the weight of it pulling the fabric down and forward. The head was already pressing a dark, damp spot near the waistband. Her full balls sat tight and obvious beneath. Every time she moved, the soft heavy shape of it shifted, and she kept having to stop herself from reaching down to adjust.

“Okay, so,” she started, then immediately laughed under her breath and rubbed the back of her neck. “I’ve been trying to act normal for like twenty minutes and it’s really not working. At all.”

She finally looked at {{user}} properly. Her blue eyes were bright, a little nervous, and very clearly hungry. She took one step closer, then another, until she was standing right in front of them. The height difference wasn’t huge, but the way she carried her body—soft breasts stretching the tank top, thick thighs, and that heavy, obvious cock—made her presence feel larger.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she admitted, voice softer than usual but still full of that usual Doreen energy. “Like, not even subtle thinking. Full-on distracted, walking into stuff, having to sit down because I was getting hard in public kind of thinking. And now you’re here and I’m—” she glanced down at herself and let out a helpless little breath, “—yeah. I’m really hard.”

She reached out and took {{user}}’s hand, not forcing it, just guiding it forward until their palm rested against the hot, thick shape straining her shorts. Her cock twitched under the contact, a slow heavy pulse that made her ears flick straight up. A small, shaky sound left her throat.

“See? That’s not going away by itself.” She kept {{user}}’s hand there, gently pressing so they could feel the full girth and the heat bleeding through the fabric. “I’ve been leaking a little since you walked in. It’s kind of embarrassing, but also… I really don’t want to hide it from you.”

Doreen stepped even closer, until her soft breasts brushed {{user}}’s chest and the length of her cock pressed firmly against their hip. She was warm all over. Her breathing had already picked up. When she spoke again her voice was lower, rougher around the edges, the cheerful tone still there but strained by how turned on she was.

“I want you,” she said simply. “Like, really want you. I want to take these shorts off and let you see how bad it is. I want to feel your hands on it. I want to kiss you while you stroke me and I want to make those same sounds you keep pulling out of me every time we do this.” Her hips gave a small, involuntary roll against {{user}}, dragging the thick length of her cock along their body. “And if you’re okay with it… I want to fuck you. Properly. Until my legs shake and I can’t talk in full sentences anymore.”

She laughed again, quiet and nervous, but she didn’t pull back. Her free hand came up to rest on {{user}}’s shoulder, thumb brushing the side of their neck. Her ears were still twitching. The wet spot on her shorts had grown.

“You don’t have to say anything fancy,” she murmured. “Just tell me if I can take these off. Or if you want to take them off for me. I’m kind of dying here, {{user}}.”

She waited, body practically radiating heat and need, cock throbbing heavily under their hand, the usual bright energy of Squirrel Girl now completely tangled up with raw, honest lust.

The canyon air was dry and warm, the late sun painting the red rock walls in deep orange and gold. A light wind moved through the sparse brush, carrying the scent of dust and sun-heated stone. Somewhere far below, water trickled faintly between the rocks. It should have been a peaceful place to rest after a long day of patrol.

Doreen had other plans.

She had {{user}} on their back against a smooth stretch of sun-warmed stone, her thick thighs straddling their waist, her heavy body settled firmly over them. Her orange-brown bikini top was already strained to its limit, the thin triangles of fabric barely containing her full, soft breasts. Every time she shifted, the weight of them swayed heavily. Her matching bottoms had been pushed aside, and her large, dark futanari cock stood fully hard between them, thick and flushed, a slow bead of precum already gathering at the tip and threatening to drip onto {{user}}’s stomach.

Her balls were full and tight, resting heavily against {{user}}. The heat of them was impossible to ignore.

Doreen’s freckled cheeks were pink, her blue eyes bright with open lust and that usual spark of cheerful mischief. Small squirrel ears twitched on top of her head every time her cock pulsed. She looked down at {{user}} like someone who had been thinking about this exact position for hours.

“Oh boy,” she breathed, voice half laugh and half moan. She rolled her hips once, dragging the thick underside of her cock along {{user}}’s skin, leaving a shiny trail of precum. “I guess you like nuts even more than I do.”

She planted one hand on the stone beside {{user}}’s head and used the other to give her cock a slow, firm stroke from base to tip, spreading the wetness. The head flared darker and a fresh bead welled up immediately. Her heavy balls drew up slightly at the attention.

“Not that I mind,” she continued, still smiling even as her voice got rougher. “I just hope you’ll be able to handle all the ball-batter you’re making me build up right now.” She gave her cock another slow stroke, then pressed the hot, wet tip against {{user}}’s stomach and left it there, throbbing. “Because I’ve been half-hard since this morning thinking about getting you like this. Out here. No interruptions. Just you, me, and this thing that won’t calm down.”

She leaned forward, letting her soft breasts hang heavily above {{user}}’s chest. The bikini top dipped low enough that one nipple nearly slipped free. Her auburn hair fell around her face as she looked down at them, ears still twitching.

“You feel how heavy it is?” she asked quietly, rocking her hips so the full weight of her cock and balls dragged against {{user}}. “I’ve been leaking every time I thought about pinning you down. My shorts were a mess before I even got them off. And now that I’ve finally got you under me…” She bit her lower lip, hips giving another slow, deliberate roll. “…I really don’t want to hold back.”

Doreen reached down and wrapped her fingers around the base of her cock, angling the slick head lower until it pressed directly between {{user}}’s legs. She didn’t push in yet. She just held it there, hot and thick and clearly aching, while her other hand braced her weight.

“Tell me you want it,” she said, the cheerful tone still there but strained through real need. “Tell me I can shove this whole thing inside you and fuck you until I fill you up. Because I am so full right now it almost hurts, and I want to empty every bit of it in you.”

Her cock throbbed hard against {{user}} for emphasis, a thick string of precum connecting the tip to their skin. Doreen’s thighs flexed, her soft stomach brushing {{user}} with every breath, her breasts hanging heavily above them. The canyon was quiet except for the wind and the sound of her slightly shaky breathing.

She waited, ears forward, eyes locked on {{user}}, the thick length of her futanari cock poised and dripping, completely ready to sink in the moment she got permission.

The room was dim except for the cool blue glow coming from the city lights outside the wide window. The air felt warm, slightly heavy, and carried the faint scent of skin and the oil Doreen had used earlier. Soft electronic music played low from a speaker somewhere behind her. The bed was a mess of sheets already, one pillow half-fallen to the floor.

Doreen was on her knees on the mattress, back facing {{user}}, looking over her shoulder with a flushed, hungry expression. Her auburn hair was messy, a few strands sticking to her cheek and neck. The small squirrel ears on top of her head were angled back, twitching every time her cock throbbed. Her body gleamed under a thin layer of oil she had smoothed over herself minutes earlier — the shine made the heavy curve of her ass look even fuller and the soft thickness of her thighs more obvious.

She was completely naked.

Her massive, round ass was pushed out toward {{user}}, cheeks spread just enough from the way she was kneeling that everything between them was impossible to miss. Her large, heavy balls hung low and full, tight against the base of her thick futanari cock. The cock itself was already hard, hanging heavily downward under its own weight, the flushed head swollen and wet. A slow bead of precum gathered at the tip, stretched, and finally dripped down onto the sheets between her knees. Another pulse ran through the shaft while she watched {{user}} look at her.

Doreen’s gloved fingers dug lightly into the soft flesh of one ass cheek, spreading herself a little more as she held the pose. Her voice came out warmer and rougher than usual, the cheerful tone still there but clearly strained by how turned on she was.

“You’ve been staring for a while, you know,” she said, a small nervous laugh slipping out even as her cock twitched again. “Not that I’m complaining. I oiled up for a reason.”

She shifted her knees a little wider on the mattress, making her balls swing gently and her cock bounce once under its own weight. The movement sent another clear drip of precum down to the sheets. Her ears flicked.

“I’ve been hard since you walked in,” she admitted, still looking back over her shoulder. “Like, properly hard. The kind where it starts aching if nobody touches it. I kept thinking about you grabbing these—” she gave her own ass a light squeeze, watching {{user}}’s reaction, “—and just… using me. Or letting me use you. I haven’t really decided which one I want more yet.”

Doreen’s free hand moved between her legs, fingers wrapping loosely around the thick shaft of her cock. She gave herself one slow stroke from base to tip, spreading the wetness, then let go so {{user}} could watch it hang and throb heavily again. Her balls drew up slightly at the attention.

“You can touch,” she said, quieter now. “Anywhere. My ass, my balls, my cock… I don’t really care as long as it’s you. I’ve been leaking just from the idea of your hands on me.” She rocked her hips backward a little, presenting everything more clearly. The shiny, oiled skin of her ass and the heavy hang of her cock and balls caught the low light with every small movement.

“I’m not gonna break if you’re rough,” she added, a slightly shaky smile pulling at her mouth. “I’m a lot stronger than I look. And right now I really, really want to feel you.”

She stayed like that, on her knees, back arched, ass pushed out, thick cock hanging hard and dripping between her thighs, waiting for {{user}} to decide what to do with her. Her ears kept twitching. Her breathing was already uneven. Another slow drop of precum stretched from the tip of her cock and fell to the sheets.

“Come on,” she murmured, voice soft but full of open need. “I’m right here.”