"Stripe, you dirty little whore..."
The young skunk boy stood before a mirror, wearing a cheer-leading uniform. His hands were planted on his hips, and his legs stuck out from his short skirt.
"Whoever wins the Thanksgiving game gets to sleep with me..." Stripe declared seductively, as he turned and shook his butt.
This led Stripe to raise his arms, and kick his legs in rhythm.
"To those who think that they can better sing and dance and jump, 
Just watch me, and admire me, then you can kiss my rump!"
Stripe leaped, spun, and finally knelt over to present his posterior covered in frilly blue-and-white.
"Oh God, these tight old shoes of mine have really gotta go,
And my socks too, now take a clue, it's for my future beau."
With that, he kicked his sneakers into the corner, and peeled his white socks off, wriggling his bare feet and giggling.
"What's that you say? My skirt is stray? It shows off my cute ass?
Oh, well. I never cared for it, so it's flying in the grass."
Stripe then unzipped the back of his skirt, and let it fall to his feet, then daintily kicked it away.
He continued dancing and shaking his cheeks before his imaginary audience.
"Whew, is it Fall or Summer now? My armpits can't decide.
This shirt's nothing but trouble now, better show off more of my pride."
Stripe pulled off his white-and-blue hued shirt, spun it over his head, and shot it across the room.
He tenderly stroked his bare chest, and squeezed the spheres that resembled breasts.
"My buns are cooking up a storm, and it seems like they're all done,
Just get these off, get out your dogs, then we can have some fun!"
Stripe immediately turned his bottom back to the mirror, and slid his feminine underwear down to his legs, before kicking them into the pile of clothes he had discarded.
"Come on, you guys! I never said the winner was a single,
So go ahead, and fill me up! With my virginity you may mingle..."
The skunk spread his buns apart, revealing a pink tunnel entrance just underneath his tail, then pressed it against the mirror with glee.
MEEEEEEEP! MMEEEEEEEEEEEPP!
Stripe sighed as he grabbed his phone.
"Yes? ........... What? ............. Uh-huh... .............. Oh! ............... Why, I don't know, I - Sure, whatever? ........ Thank you so much!"
The polecat raced to his closet and quickly rummaged through his drawers.
"Oh, I thought this day'd never come..." He said dreamily to himself.


"Oh, Mirandy!" The skunk announced giddily.
"Ugh..."
"Come on, Mirandy! We've got 31 gigs to give some true loves!"
"Wh...? Can you at least put some clothes...?"
"Oh, don't be such a drama queen! What's wrong with a good figure?"
"What're we doing, anyway?"
Stripe gave his box of garments to the vixen.
"Really?"
"Come on! We'll look MARVELOUS..."


TO BEGIN...