Over The Hedge: A Bad Father

Hello everyone,

I want to share with you a short story about one of my favorite animated films: Over The Hedge, but as I'm a lewd furry, I decided to make a kinky story about my two favorite characters: Ozzie and Heather... and they're relatives... well, you can imagine what happen
NOTE: I wrote this story a long time ago, at first I wrote it in spanish language (it's my native language). I tried to traslate the best I could, I hope you liked and you can understand me. If there are ugly errors on paragraphs, please, tell me. I want to improve my English.

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Living in the forest is always difficult, but it become more difficult when humans arrived and their lifestyle impose over all creatures without matter anything.

They were rough times for forest's animals, they depended on the forest for living and without forest, living could be really hard. Even if they could adapt to the new ecosystem; humans wouldn't want them to be close and they'd try to exterminate them.

If you are a little animal and you want some food from humans, you'll probably die. Several animals tried to make it, mostly never went back. Being an opossum is a little complicated; humans believe you're a rat, you can't control your fake deaths and there are predators who want to consume you. One of these opossums was Ozzie, his family history has been full of bitter moments. Before, Ozzie shared her daughter's raising with his lovely wife, but a hungry coyote gave them a fatal tragedy and let Ozzie really traumatized. That event made Ozzie watch over his little daughter with big determination; she was very young to remember the fateful event. The trauma and fear made him a security obsessed; he took care to grow up her daughter the best way possible. That high overprotection made his relationship with his daughter unstable quite times.

In the past it was easier and different, there were more animals and more opossums, then closeness human made animals going to find another land. Ozzie didn't want to go, he was afraid about leaving the forest, so, he decided to stay here, and some months later he and his little daughter stayed isolated from its own species.

Alone, with his only little daughter, he had to team up with other stubborn animals who didn't want to leave their place either. Together, they created a friendly and cooperative community, and then, that community became a great family. However, Ozzie's all efforts and love were for its only daughter.

Time passed; Heather grew up. In the past she was the cutest and most adorable little opossum in the world, now, she has become a grumpy teenager. Like this, those changes that happened every animal were making havocs on her. Her maturity was in process, she was more aggressive, her mood was getting more unstable, but the most important was her interest about sex, especially the opposite sex.

Pity for her, there wasn't anything else. The only opossum available was her annoying father, so she couldn't express her sexuality with freedom. Her father was an easy scared animal, he didn't know how to talk about sex, he didn't know much either, if Heather need help about that, it wouldn't be with her father. Her age, new thoughts and lonesomeness with other opossums made her create some weird ideas; perhaps an interspecies relationship like her friend Stella, who found love with a domestic cat called Tiger. A skunk and a cat, rare combination; everyone knew they had sex, but nobody said anything and worried about them. They just disappeared to mate, then returned happy and relaxed. Maybe if she flirted with RJ, she would teach about love and sex, but she never knew how to get close him. She felt frustrated because she couldn't express that part with freedom.

Ozzie had similar troubles. Much time had passed, and he didn't have sex. He needed some action with a female but there weren't much female animals to meet. Heather was his daughter, but she was a beautiful female too. Fine and silver-gray fur, thing snout, cute ears with black spots... but her body, she was much more than beautiful, she was an opossum goddess. Ozzie didn't realize (or he didn't want to admit it) that he watched his daughter during much time... and he liked a lot. The problem was getting worse when Heather had her first heat, every male detected her attractive fertile scent, but nobody acted, all of them knew how to behave well. Heather was constantly angry; it was best to leave her alone. Ozzie had to control himself with a lot of effort to didn't commit some atrocity.