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🥜 HAPPY NUTEMBER 🥜
Today is the 3rd of Nutember, the Month of the Nuts, or in other words the month dedicated to any species whose primary diet consist of nuts, and squirrels are definitely an ideal way to start this month with a little bargaining tale:
You step through the doorway into a lit, spacious white room filled with earthy scents and scattered with various supplies—nuts, dried herbs, and other items she’s gathered. The walls are lined with rough-hewn wooden shelves, and beams crisscross the ceiling above. In the center of the room, towering over everything, is Scratte. The massive, muscular form of the saber-toothed squirrel fills the space, her silhouette imposing against the warm glow of a fire crackling nearby. Her presence is undeniable; she exudes both strength and a subtle, magnetic confidence that draws you in.
Her form is massive, and her powerful silhouette stands out against the earthy backdrop. Muscles ripple under her thick, soft fur, and she stands at least twice your height, exuding a confidence that’s both commanding and magnetic.
Her eyes meet yours, a spark of amusement dancing in them as she sizes you up. Her enormous hyper massive breasts is held in her hands high and showing off their size with tremendous pride. You clear your throat, doing your best not to look too intimidated, and get straight to the point.
“Oh wow, their uhm...” you begin, voice steady, “I heard… you have the finest breast milk.” And you immediately paused after realizing what you just said to the towering giant saber-toothed squirrel momster whose breasts are far away above your head.
She leans in closer, her powerful frame casting a shadow over you, making you acutely aware of the size difference. There’s an unmistakable aura of authority about her.
“Soo..,” she purrs, her voice rich and almost playful. “You want my milk, eh? Well, I usually don’t just give it away for free.” She said, while tapping her fingers deeply onto her breasts and playfully massaging them above you, then her gaze flicks down to you again: “You have something to trade with, right? Perhaps some Nuts for my milk, maybe?”
You shift uncomfortably, suddenly aware of your empty hands. Her eyes narrow, and her smile widens, the disappointment in her voice tempered by an unmistakable note of curiosity. She leans in closer, her form casting a shadow over you, her towering height only amplifying her authority.
“No nuts,” she repeats, shaking her head slowly, as though mildly disappointed but not altogether surprised. “That’s a shame. I was hoping for some… snacks.” Her smile turns thoughtful as she looks you over. “But maybe we can work out another kind of deal.”
You’re almost afraid to ask, but her piercing gaze leaves you no choice. “What… what would you need from me?” you manage, hoping your voice doesn’t betray your nervousness.
Scratte leans in, her towering form blocking out most of the light around you. Her smile widens, revealing a hint of her sharp teeth. “If you want my milk, little one,” she says softly, “you’ll have to make yourself useful to me. It’s a fair exchange, don’t you think?”
Her intent is unmistakable. She tilts her head, waiting, and you know that denying her offer isn’t really an option here—not when you’re standing alone with her in this barely spacious room mostly occupied by her mass.
“Will you serve me, then?” she asks, voice almost a whisper, but firm, dominant. Her fingers brush along your shoulder, and you feel the weight of her presence.
It’s clear that Scratte expects loyalty, devotion… and maybe more.
The room feels smaller under her intense gaze, her towering form filling every corner of your vision as she holds you captive in this unspoken moment. Her fingers linger on your shoulder, firm yet surprisingly gentle, as if testing your resolve. There’s a primal force in her eyes that both intimidates and draws you in, like a magnetic pull that’s impossible to resist.
You swallow, your heart racing, and nod—whether out of submission or acceptance, you’re not sure. The smirk on her face widens, a glint of satisfaction flashing in her gaze, and you can see she’s pleased by your response. Her hand trails from your shoulder down your arm, her touch warm, steady, and undeniably possessive, as though claiming you with each gentle brush.
“Good,” she murmurs, her voice a low, throaty whisper that resonates through you. “I knew you would make the right choice.”
With a powerful yet graceful motion, she moves to stand fully in front of you, her massive form nearly engulfing your body as she leans in close, each breath she takes seeming to carry an almost tangible weight. You feel the warmth of her presence as she reaches down, guiding your hand to rest on her strong, thick abdominal muscles.
“Since you’ll be serving me,” she continues, her voice softer but with an edge of authority, “I expect loyalty… devotion… and perhaps a bit more.” Her eyes narrow, studying your face as she lets her intentions settle over you.
There’s no misunderstanding what she’s asking for now. Her chest rises proudly as she leans back just slightly, holding herself with a regal air that only heightens her dominance. The weight of her expectations presses down on you, her gaze steady and unrelenting. You know she expects nothing less than full submission to her desires.
“Are you ready to show your devotion to me?” she asks, her voice commanding yet almost intimate, as though this is a private moment meant only for the two of you. Her fingers wrap gently around your head, holding you firmly in place, her grip a gentle reminder of the power she wields over you.
Scratte’s fingers, strong and gentle, glide from your wrist up to your shoulder, and finally to the back of your head, her large hand encompassing it with ease. She holds you firmly, but there’s a surprising tenderness in her touch, a quiet assurance that you’re exactly where she wants you to be. Her other hand slides across her chest, resting just above the swell of her breast as she draws you in closer.
She tilts her head slightly, watching you with a mixture of expectation and satisfaction, her lips curving into a soft, knowing smile. With a slow, deliberate motion, she guides your head toward her chest, and you can feel the warmth radiating from her as you come closer. Her hand holds you steady, not allowing any hesitation, until you’re just a breath away.
“Now,” she murmurs, her voice low and gentle, almost soothing, “show me that devotion.”
With a final, gentle nudge, she presses you to her chest, and you can feel the softness of her fur, warm and comforting, against your cheek. The steady rise and fall of her breathing fills your senses as she settles you in place, encouraging you with a soft hum of approval.
Her other hand cradles the back of your head as she guides you closer, and her powerful yet nurturing presence surrounds you completely.
You close your eyes, feeling her hand hold you steady, and then you begin, fulfilling her quiet request with each motion. The taste of her milk is rich and warm, and she watches over you, a contented expression softening her strong features as she lets you serve her in the way she desires.
“There you go,” she whispers, her voice barely above a murmur, filled with a quiet pride. She strokes your hair gently, as though reassuring you of your place in this moment.
You received the milk you desired, but it came at the cost of fully submitting yourself to Scratte’s authority. By yielding to her physical and commanding presence, you agreed to serve her needs, ultimately proving your devotion. She rewarded your submission with the gift of her milk, but it was clear that she remained in control of the entire exchange. Through this act, your acknowledged her as the dominant, superior barterer.
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Created as a Thumbnail for the Nutember AI image generation contest on the YIFF_AI server:
Nutember challenge is a multispecies challenge:
Here are some species whose main diet consists primarily of nuts:
Squirrels (various species, including gray squirrels, red squirrels, and chipmunks)
Chipmunks (especially Eastern chipmunks and other North American species)
Woodpeckers (e.g., acorn woodpecker, which stores acorns in granaries)
Mice (such as deer mice and wood mice, which often hoard nuts)
Nutcrackers (e.g., Clark's nutcracker, a bird that stores and eats pine nuts)
Blue jays (known for collecting and storing acorns)
Capuchin monkeys (these primates are skilled at cracking nuts open)
Agoutis (rodents from Central and South America that eat and store nuts)
Parrots (various species, including macaws and cockatoos, enjoy nuts like almonds and walnuts)
Beavers (occasionally consume nuts as part of their diet)
Pigeons and doves (some species forage for nuts, such as the band-tailed pigeon)
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