Cassie
"Well..." Cassie thinks, "What the hell, good a time as any other".
Her brigandine, custom made, cuts off at the waist and not partially past the thighs. This is mostly for her sake, since she well, has particular needs she likes to satisfy often. Her leg protection is much easier to displace that way anyways. And with some what she deemed quiet enough handwork, her crotch had the pleasure of the forest air.
Her petals below were not exactly dry, but its not like they were wet either, that'd be kinda weird if being tracked through a forest got her off. But, she had no care for that at the moment, she simply just pressed her semi-cloven hand to her entrance and slid up.
She shivered slightly, both from the knowledge of the situation and just doing as she did. Cassie covered her muzzle as she calmly pressed on with herself, slow and steady strokes upwards on her lips. She very much knew now was definitely NOT the time to get her rocks off, but if push comes to shove and she gets found, at least she had a bit of fun beforehand.
She would continue slowly, her fingers lapping up at her dew when they rubbed against her pussy. At this point, she had gotten a little tired of just this pace, so with a sharp inhale and a bit of breath holding, her fingers entered herself.
Cassie stifles a moan, hanging onto any stealth she could possibly have. She runs her fingers in and out of her, the nature of her hand providing a smooth, solid feeling inside her, as if it were akin to the inside of a treenut's texture. She certainly didn't mind it, her fingers had as much dexterity as any other, but it provided a certainly different feel than one of a more paw or flesh based nature. At least the world was merciful enough for five fingers, thumb included instead of some sort of "accurate" number, like two or three.
Soon however, Cassie would become lost in thought, thinking about how hands are across humanoids and anthros and all the likes. Too lost unfortunately, soft moans and even bleats leaving her mouth in hot breath. As she pressed a third in and shuddered, she finally noticed a singular fan watching smugly.
"Aww, does prey like being hunted?" the fox mocked, the vulpine essentially sneering at her, their sword at their hip.
Fuck.
Cassie probably had about one of two choices to take here, because she did.
Her brigandine, custom made, cuts off at the waist and not partially past the thighs. This is mostly for her sake, since she well, has particular needs she likes to satisfy often. Her leg protection is much easier to displace that way anyways. And with some what she deemed quiet enough handwork, her crotch had the pleasure of the forest air.
Her petals below were not exactly dry, but its not like they were wet either, that'd be kinda weird if being tracked through a forest got her off. But, she had no care for that at the moment, she simply just pressed her semi-cloven hand to her entrance and slid up.
She shivered slightly, both from the knowledge of the situation and just doing as she did. Cassie covered her muzzle as she calmly pressed on with herself, slow and steady strokes upwards on her lips. She very much knew now was definitely NOT the time to get her rocks off, but if push comes to shove and she gets found, at least she had a bit of fun beforehand.
She would continue slowly, her fingers lapping up at her dew when they rubbed against her pussy. At this point, she had gotten a little tired of just this pace, so with a sharp inhale and a bit of breath holding, her fingers entered herself.
Cassie stifles a moan, hanging onto any stealth she could possibly have. She runs her fingers in and out of her, the nature of her hand providing a smooth, solid feeling inside her, as if it were akin to the inside of a treenut's texture. She certainly didn't mind it, her fingers had as much dexterity as any other, but it provided a certainly different feel than one of a more paw or flesh based nature. At least the world was merciful enough for five fingers, thumb included instead of some sort of "accurate" number, like two or three.
Soon however, Cassie would become lost in thought, thinking about how hands are across humanoids and anthros and all the likes. Too lost unfortunately, soft moans and even bleats leaving her mouth in hot breath. As she pressed a third in and shuddered, she finally noticed a singular fan watching smugly.
"Aww, does prey like being hunted?" the fox mocked, the vulpine essentially sneering at her, their sword at their hip.
Fuck.
Cassie probably had about one of two choices to take here, because she did.