“What a lovely day for a hike, a shame I can’t join ya!” A blue-colored horse girl with long, dark hair said, carefully parking her car on the side of a forest road.
 
“No worries, Tamara,” her friend Barbara, a pink cat in her twenties, responded from the passenger’s seat, “I get that your work is important. I can do this on my own, spending some time alone would be nice after such a hectic week. Just don’t forget to pick me up!”
 
“Alright, big gal, I hope you did enough stretching before getting in my car.” Tamara chuckled a bit, causing the cat to hiss at her in response.
 
“I’m going to be fine, thank you,” she responded sarcastically.
 
The friends liked to joke with each other regarding their physical capabilities. They were both quite fit thanks to the gym and sports, but Tamara always seemed stronger, having been born with broad stature and a natural gift for athleticism. Barbara, however, didn’t have that luxury and had to work hard to get her fit, beautiful body. The cat took pride in achieving this but still didn’t like to demonstrate her figure to others due to her extreme modesty.
 
“Didn’t you see that the weather got hotter today?” The horse pulled the car close to a small dirt road and cut the engine, “it feels like you’re a little overclothed if you know what I mean.”
 
 “Oh no, you’re not going to see me walking around naked like some people in this republic,” the cat said after her friend wink, “the fact that I lost my swimwear on the beach once doesn’t mean I’m going to parade around in my fur. I’m not a nudist.”
 
“Whatever you say,” Tamara shrugged while Barbara was leaving her car.
 
“You sure you don’t wanna keep your phone?” The horse then asked with a hint of worry.
 
“Nah, it would defeat the purpose,” Barbara waved her hand, “I need to spend some time outside of my usual world. Can’t really do that if my phone screen will flicker with notifications from that usual world every five minutes.”
 
“Yeah, I get that. Well, meet ya in two hours, right?”
 
“Surely,” the cat nodded, “I’ll take the main route, go to the local birdwatching spot, and head to the local camping ground. There’s parking there and it’s free, so you can just wait for me there.”
 
“I like this idea.”
 
“Don’t forget to get one of those nice pies they’re selling there, you won’t regret it!”
 
After hugging her friend, Barbara left the car and walked off the asphalt onto a small dirt road leading into the woods. Tamara waved goodbye to her and started her small, incredibly old car. A minute later, the horse disappeared, living Barbara one on one with nature. The weather was rather warm, but the cat chose her dress wisely: not wanting to overheat, she wore a white T-shirt and jean shorts, which concealed bright-red underwear beneath them. The girl’s feet were neatly covered with white sneakers and short socks of the same color. 
 
The pink girl decided to take a usual easy hiking route to get anxiety and bad thoughts off her mind. Long walks always helped her to calm down her mind a bit and get her back on track for another long week. The cat began her hike with a smile as the summer breeze rustled her short hair. The atmosphere was majestic just as always: warm sun rays illuminated the woods, various feral birds sang in the distance and the air was filling with that special smell of old pine trees. Barbara was observing the surrounding nature with great interest, trying to catch a glimpse of small animals moving around behind the trees, and didn’t even notice when the dirt road she was on took a sudden turn. The cat nearly tripped, but thankfully could take a few quick steps... Right into the nearby mud puddle. 
 
“Ew!” The girl shouted, trying to get out of the wet, thick substance covering her shoes. 
 
Barbara was thankful that she didn’t trip, but she still went ankle-deep into the mud, meaning that both her sneakers and her socks were now fully submerged in it. With a few more ew-s, she managed to get out and step on the solid ground again. The grass and leaves helped the cat to clean her feet, but she couldn’t save her shoewear and decided to ditch it. Going barefoot in nature didn’t feel like the most comfortable option, but the girl was positive about it: maybe feeling the land with her feet would make her experience more full. She let out a sigh over her lost sneakers and kept to her route.
 
The walk went rather fine, and the dirt road, warmed up by the hot sun rays, felt surprisingly nice. The girl met a couple of other hikers and talked to them in a relaxed atmosphere, one old hedgehog woman even told her about a fairly hidden birdwatching spot nearby. It was riddled with bushes and tree vines and you had to get out of the road, but according to the lady, it wasn’t that hard to get through, and the view on the birds you could get from there was, in the words of the people who went there, “special”. Barbara thanked the lady and headed there; the vines and bushes proved to be quite difficult to pass, especially since the cat tried her best not to break any branches. The pass was so narrow it could’ve caused claustrophobia, and some vines were very eager to stick to the girl’s clothing.
 
“Oh, come on, almost there!” The girl shouted, surrounded by the vines and leaves.
 
She took a step forward, but something from above didn’t let her move. She looked up and realized that it was a particularly long, dry branch hanging onto the cat’s T-shirt. 
 
“Uh, let me go!” The girl shouted, but the tree, unsurprisingly, didn’t listen.
 
The girl let out a deep breath and broke free with a fast charge, which was followed by the loud rustling of the leaves. Then, suddenly, there was a loud sound of ripping fabric. Barbara’s worst assumption was proved to be true in a second, as she felt the fresh air against her now-bare back. The entire backside of her shirt was ripped in half, and the clothing was now barely hanging on her shoulders.
 
“Just a coincidence!” Barbara exclaimed to herself and removed her T-shirt, revealing a bright-red bra covering her beautiful breasts. Her fit belly was now completely exposed to the sun rays and all possible passersby.
 
The girl entertained the thought of keeping the shirt on but decided that she’d look even weirder to surrounding people than if she wore only a bra. At least the bra could’ve passed as an immodest crop top. 
 
“It’s pretty warm here, nobody would question me walking around without a shirt,” she calmed herself.
 
The cat sighed and walked towards the nearest clearing, surrounded by huge trees. The air was full of rustling and chirping: several dozens of colorful feral birds were flying from one giant tree to another, gathering in groups and dispersing in a rhythmic pattern, as if they were dancing in the sky. Two other hikers were there, sitting on the grass and observing this performance of nature. One of them, a male deer, gazed at the pink cat’s chest for a bit but quickly turned away after realizing that she had noticed. Barbara felt a bit awkward but decided to let go of her worries and just enjoy this relaxing moment by laying down and watching the birds fly around.
 
Soon, another group of hikers came, one of them being an old woman from earlier.

“I couldn’t stand to leave so early, these birds dance only once in a couple of months, and only during hot seasons,” she explained, “also, you did right by removing that T-shirt. I always advise people to wear less in nature, especially while they're young. Very healthy, too.”
 
This line seemed to attract more attention to the catgirl for a moment.
 
“Yeah... I understand,” Barbara gave her a goofy smile, hoping that her blush wasn’t visible to others.
 
She chatted a bit more with surrounding folks and even learned several more facts about the birds, which was very interesting for her. Nobody minded Barbara’s lack of a T-shirt, which was kinda reassuring. After spending some time like this, the awkwardness faded and the cat realized it was even more comfortable for her to be this way. Soon, the flock started to leave the location and the hikers started to disperse, probably heading to another birdwatching spot nearby. Barbara waved goodbye at other hikers and stayed in the clearing, deciding to spend more time on her own. Soon, the cat was virtually alone in this place, and here came the relaxed, calm attitude she craved so much. 
 
“I wonder what’d happen if I also took my bra off?” An idea sparked in her mind out of nowhere.
 
Barbara was surprised as to how something so crazy could’ve even occurred to her. She tried to suppress these thoughts, but this little fantasy kept overtaking her mind, and the cat couldn’t do anything about it. There was something playful and daring about it, something that she really wanted to experience. Barbara quickly looked around and, after confirming that nobody was around, unclasped her bra and put it on the grass near her. The cat was lying like this for some time, feeling the soft warmness of the sun on her bare front, until the worrying overtook her and she decided to lay on her belly instead. Now, in case someone walked in, Barbara was simply sunbathing. Several minutes passed and the strange excitement within the cat grew stronger, but eventually, she decided to stop, hoping that nobody saw her like this. The girl rustled through the grass, searching for the bra, but couldn’t find it. The catgirl got up in a second and realized that her clothing item was not lying nearby, but instead was in a beak of a small, feral bird standing a couple of dozen meters away. It was most likely from the same flock that was flying around earlier but didn’t follow them for some reason.
 
“Hey, give it back please,” Barbara started approaching the stealer very slowly and carefully, “chirp-chirp-chirp, that’s my thing, please let go of it.”
 
The small bird observed the girl with interest and slowly stepped away from her.
 
“Chirp-chirp, or whatever, please give this back, it’s mine, come on,” the catgirl tried talking as smoothly and calmly as possible, but the bird was unconvinced.
 
Then, Barbara’s short temper and lack of patience played a role.
 
“Give it back!” She jumped on the bird and attempted to wrench the bra from its mouth, but the stealer was quicker and took to the skies before the girl could grab it.
 
One second later, the bird was already flying sky-high with the bright-red bra and Barbara stood on the ground with nothing to cover her breasts with.
 
“Shit!” She exclaimed loudly, but covered her mouth right after, afraid that someone might hear her.
 
Barbara had nearly given up, but suddenly the bird dropped her clothing from its beak and flew away, leaving the bra on a branch of a particularly large tree.
 
“Yes!” The cat rejoiced, but it was too early for her to celebrate, as getting to her lost bra was still quite a task.
 
Gathering all her strength and agility she got from doing sports, Barbara attempted to get to the damn branch, but no avail. The tree was too large and steep, with virtually no vines to climb on, so the only things the cat got from her attempts were tiredness and a couple of bruises. She wouldn’t dare to call someone for help in this situation, it was just too awkward, so the only thing left to do was to abandon the bra and keep going. 
 
“You got what you wanted, dumbass,” the cat blamed herself for deciding to free her breasts earlier. Barbara could admit that it was fun to sunbathe with them on display for ten minutes, but now she got way more than she bargained for.
 
Now topless, the catgirl returned to the road and nearly instantly bumped into a ripped dog guy in jeans but with no shirt on.
 
“Hey, nice, I also support equal clothing rights,” he said with a chuckle while passing near her.
 
Barbara laughed in response, but on the inside, she wasn’t very cheerful. The fact that now she’ll certainly attract attention didn’t amuse her, to put it lightly. Another group of hikers passed by, this time the girl covered up her chest by a reflex and walked up very fast. No one said anything, but Barbara could very well hear their whispers and giggling. The cat was not going to put up with any more of this, she stepped away from the main road, disappearing from the people's view behind the treelines. It was sometimes hard to step with her bare feet, but it was the least of her problems. The cat’s stressed brain suddenly gave her a solution by remembering a very important detail: she didn’t have to go by the main road, instead, she could use a shortcut. It was an abandoned trail that usually didn’t have anyone on it, but led right to the camping ground. From there, Barbara could’ve reached the parking fast and make Tamara slam the gas as soon as she’d sit in the car. However, her hopes of passing through easily were crushed as she saw a tall metal fence separating that part of the forest. The catgirl remembered that some time ago a big corporation decided to take away a part of the woods near the Patrian river to build some facility there, but the locals were able to stop them via protests. Still, the fence stood here as a grim reminder of the company’s greedy intentions and their refusal to give up on the territory that they supposedly owned now.
 
“Alright, Barbara, pull yourself together! Come on! You can do this!”
 
A flaming speech from the self-motivation courses helped her to muster up the courage and began climbing with her natural feline agility. The fence was far easier to get on than the tree, but its top was protected with a form of barbed wire, so she had to be extra careful. Barbara’s moves were swift and decided, and she almost got to the other side, but then her jean shorts got stuck on the wire.
 
“Not again!” The girl swore again, trying her best to keep the balance while setting herself free.
 
Her shorts almost got unstuck, but then the fatigue from climbing the tree earlier kicked in and Barbara suddenly lost her balance, falling from the fence onto the other side. Thankfully, she softly landed into a nearby bush and didn’t hurt herself, but the familiar sound of ripping fabric already told her that not everything went smoothly. 
 
“Shit! I can't believe it!” The girl got up and looked over her shorts, which were now ripped in half, meaning she only had her panties left.
 
“Come on, Barbara, calm down, just get to the camping ground and ran to the car, everything’s gonna be fine,” she massaged her temples and let out an exasperated sigh. 
 
The passage ahead was very narrow and small, almost completely overtaken by the tall grass, wild plants, bushes, and tree branches. The Patrian river ran nearby, and the city beach on the other side was barely visible. There were surely many people there, just like always, but here there was nobody except the lost cat. Some time ago, before the corporation overtook this place, some hikers treated it like a wild beach and occasionally took skinny-dips here. Barbara always found it disgusting and looked down on those who swam without their swimsuits. Considering her position now, it was either ironic. The atmosphere was very calming, and oddly enough, Barbara could feel it even despite being in such a crazy situation. She liked it here. It’d be nice to visit this place later when she won’t be so stressed out.
 
“At least nobody will see me here,” she shrugged.
 
The way was quite long, but the cat was savoring every minute of it. Mainly because she wasn’t ready to step into the camping ground like this, almost nude. There were usually at least a couple of dozen people hanging out in that part of the forest during the weekend, and the thought of allowing them all to see Barbara’s bare body, covered only by her well-maintained, pink fur caused her much distress... And an odd bit of excitement that the cat couldn’t explain and tried not to think about. 
 
She tried to brainstorm some ideas on how to not get caught, but suddenly heard a noise that shouldn’t have been here: quick footsteps. The cat hid behind the roadside trees in panic and looked out on the trail. There was a bulky dog man there, wearing a guard’s uniform. It seemed like the “owners” of this place didn’t abandon their interests here and put someone to watch over the land. 
 
“Shit-shit-shit!” She took a step away and suddenly fell on a bush, causing a bunch of rustling. 
 
“Hey, who’s there?! Come out!” The dog shouted, “you’re in a restricted area!”
 
Barbara’s brain was clouded by panic: the guard could see her any second, her pink color was very noticeable, and her every move was followed by loud rustles of surrounding plants. The cat could hear the dog man getting closer and closer, and didn’t think of anything else than to just make a run towards the river and jump into the water. There was a loud splash when she landed, but the guard was seemingly too busy walking through all the vines and bushes to hear it. When he looked over a small pond that led to the river, he couldn’t see anyone: the water wasn’t transparent, and Barbara was quite good at holding her breath. 
 
“Damn these bird flocks! Always making so much freaking noise!” The guard went away, swearing and breaking tree branches on his way.
 
Barbara emerged from the pond as the droplets of water ran down her athletic body. Guard was nowhere to be found, so she decided to continue her trip, but suddenly felt a new type of discomfort: her panties were soaked in water, and the winds were getting colder and colder.
 
“Ah hell, as if it makes any difference anymore. That’s going to be beyond embarrassing either way”, with these words, Barbara decisively removed her underwear and threw it back into the water, leaving herself completely naked. 
 
The cat was on the edge, constantly looking in all directions and moving in short bursts. She covered herself with her hands and her long tail, but she knew it wouldn’t help should somebody see her. Sometime after, Barbara started noticing smoke plumes rising high into the air behind the trees, and various voices eagerly discussing something. The campground was straight ahead. The nude girl carefully looked through the woods and saw a large clearing with about twenty or thirty people. There were tents and small cars, folks were frying barbeque, sunbathing on deckchairs, and playing sports. The place was full of life, and the atmosphere was very welcoming for everyone... But it was terrible for Barbara, since she’d have to walk through all this celebration of life stark naked. The girl was only a couple of hundred meters away from the parking, where she already noticed Tamara snacking on a tasty pie, but this distance seemed extreme. Barbara thought about trying to get the horse’s attention, but it was impossible without also getting everyone else’s attention.
 
Then, she cycled through ideas of how to go unnoticed. Covering herself up wouldn’t lower the humiliation, and asking people not to stare would still require her to meet them head-first... Or, rather, chest-first, since she knew what they’d look at first. She even thought about making some makeshift clothing with leaves, but it only worked in movies and her plant dress fell apart before she could even complete it. Meanwhile, Tamara was getting more and more concerned. Judging by the sun, two hours had already passed, and if the pink cat wouldn’t appear, Tamara could’ve become worried. The horse had a very laidback and careless attitude most of the time, but deep down she cared about her friends a ton, so she wouldn't hesitate to tear the entire forest apart to find Barbara herself. The cat realized that this outcome would be the worst one, there truly was no easy way out. Barbara felt more embarrassment than she ever experienced before, but also, there was a mild, yet persistent tingling in her nipples and pussy that didn’t feel bad at all. Barbara again imagined a bunch of strangers seeing her entire body, just like when she lost her swimsuit on the city beach. Her fit belly, her tight pussy, her shapely breasts, every part of her would be on display and she wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop others from staring. She would’ve done anything to stop this from happening, but there was no choice left for her.
 
 “Well, seems like there’s only one way left.” Barbara thought to herself and let out a deep sigh.
 
 Tamara was waiting near her century-old car, trying her best not to miss Barbara coming from the woods. The apple pie was so good she briefly considered buying a tent and staying here for a while just for that sweet aftertaste. The blue horse looked at her phone again to check the time, but then people’s laugh and whistling attracted her attention. She looked at the dirt road leading to the camp and froze in awe. Her pink cat friend was walking down to the parking lot through the crowded camping ground completely naked. Her hands were hanging by her sides, her facial expression was calm and confident, and she seemed completely unfazed by the gazes, giggles, and wolf-whistles that other campers gave her. Some folks tried to take pictures of ask for the cat’s phone number, but she ignored them. The nude girl casually strolled towards the car and smirked at her friend, who couldn’t take her eyes off the cat’s nude figure.
 
 “Wow,” Tamara’s jaw dropped. 
 
 “Start the car... Please,” Barbara whispered.

 “Oh?”
 
 “Start the car!” She said with a cracked voice as her calm face turned into a horrified grimace.
 
 “Alright-alright,” the horse ran towards the driver’s seat while the cat got inside.
 
 “Go-go-go! Now!” Barbara was screaming in panic as the old engine slowly started working. 
 
The girl’s cheeks became red from the blush, she was all curled up, desperately covering up with her hands and avoiding people’s gazes. 
 
 “Damn girl, I honestly didn’t expect this,” Tamara exclaimed while they were leaving the parking lot, “and someone said they won’t be walking around naked.”
 
 “I didn’t do this willingly, you know!”
 
 “Did forest spirits strip you, then? Not a bad call,” the horse smirked.
 
 “...No, even weirder,” the embarrassed girl wrapped her long, fluffy tail around her for at least some feeling of protection, “you wouldn’t believe it.”

As they drove on the forest road, Barbara told her friend the entire story. As a result, Tamara couldn’t stop laughing.
 
 “Very supportive of you,” the cat hissed sarcastically, “that was the worst day of my life!”
 
 “Didn’t you remove the majority of your clothing yourself though?”
 
 “That’s missing the point!” The catgirl clung to Tamara’s jacket, which she got to cover her chest with, “I mean... I had no choice.”
 
As the sun was setting on the horizon, Barbara began feeling a tad more comfortable. It didn’t feel good to sit all curled up, so she stopped covering her privates and just sat normally. It wasn’t nearly as embarassing as walking through the woods, and knowing that only her friend could see her now even made the cat feel better by comparison.
 
“You’re quite a distraction,” Tamara chuckled, “I mean that as a compliment though.”
 
“Ha-ha, sure, keep laughing at my misery,” the cat responded but didn’t try to cover herself up this time.
 
“Come on, look at the bright side!”
 
“You think there’s a bright side?” The pink girl raised her eyebrow in sheer disbelief.
 
“Oh, was it truly all so terrible, my lassie? And there’s nothing positive about this whole situation at all? Not a single thing?”
 
Barbara was about to lash out at her buddy again, but then remembered that odd tingling that was only getting stronger with each clothing item she was losing. Come to think of it, it didn’t go anywhere even now.
 
 “Did I feel anything positive?” The cat wondered while silence filled the car.  
 
 “...Maybe,” she finally said after a long pause.