This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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"Hey, Holly!"
Linda waved, though the expression on the brunette's face did not match that of her niece, waiting at the pick-up bay at the train station. It was as busy as ever there, barely any time at all for Holly to huff and sweep her blonde hair out of her face, falling in a straight, sheer glow that day, though Linda was always struck by how tall she was, more so in comparison to Linda's five (short) feet in height. Even when she'd been younger than her current nineteen years of age, Holly had always been shooting up like a sprout, gaining inches every time her aunt saw her.
Holly, however, didn't care as much for her aunt as Linda did for her, though Linda thought that they had a closer relationship than they did too, especially since she was only twenty-five. She'd always envied her small, petite frame, being larger and stronger, confident in herself but making a mockery of the older woman's delicacy. How she could ever go around like that, acting all high and mighty with her little nose stuck quite firmly in the air, was beyond Holly, though she'd never let on to her mother either that she thought Linda was quite snobbish.
Still, she must have made enough of a pretence at liking Linda for her to consider it true, chattering away happily to Holly as her niece slung her suitcase in the back of the car with a hefty thump.
"Oh, you've already done your bags and didn't need any help!"
Linda's exclamation drew a sullen look from Holly. It was not as if her aunt, after all, had offered help. Though that was pretty typical.
"No, I'm fine. Can we stop for food on the way back? I'm starving."
Holly didn't need to be as blunt as she was, though the blush rising to her aunt's cheeks softened her, just a tiny little bit. Not enough for her to stop checking out the older woman, of course, sneaking glances and long looks when Linda wasn't aware, though she didn't much think that her aunt was aware of anything much but herself. Despite everything, she could not deny that Linda was drop-dead gorgeous with her long, thick hair, lightly curled in long, loose waves that day, glossy to a fault. She had fine collarbones too, exposed with the scoop neck of her blouse, the buttons for appearances only, not functional, as was the case with much women's clothing. But it exposed the swell of her breasts in a way that had Holly's heart beating a little more quickly.
Sure, it was probably a little messed up to be attracted to her aunt...but it wasn't as if she was going to do anything. Just a look, a little checking her out. But she'd be able to get in as much of that as she wanted while Linda's husband was away and she was staying with her.
That wasn't so bad.
She didn't say much, making the bare minimum of polite conversation until they got back to Linda's home, the large, detached house set with a big front garden sweeping down next to the driveway. It spoke of the comfortable amount of money that both her and her husband made and Holly scoffed inwardly. One day, she'd have that too, but she didn't see why Linda had to benefit from it all so openly, when it mostly came from her husband, being that she was just a nursery teacher.
Linda smiled and helped Holly with her bags, getting her settled in the living room and showing her to her bedroom, the guest bedroom where Holly had stayed before. Even though holly didn't need to be shown where anything was, she did it anyway, just in case she'd forgotten. But Holy was, ultimately, a grown woman and could find things for herself too, she was sure. She could have the maid who came in make sure that Holly's room was extra nice for her in the week, she thought, not that she had lifted a finger to clean herself in, well, years. Linda probably wouldn't have even known where such basic cleaning supplies were even kept.
She didn't notice how Holly looked at her, groaning as she tripped, stubbing her toe on the top stair.
"Ow! I'm always doing that," she grumbled, her mood darkening a little, sullying with the reminder of her own clumsiness and the pain searing through her big toe. "Well, I'll let you get settled then, Holly, all the numbers for the usual takeout places are on the table if you get hungry later. The maid has stocked the fridge too, take whatever you want. I'm going to take a shower."
She smiled, though it was a bit of a watery smile, one that did not light up her eyes with any kind of warmth. Damn it, why did she have to be so clumsy? If she could be tripping over something, dropping something, fumbling with something, she would be, no questions asked, no exceptions. Even slipping into her bedroom and then the shower was something Linda had to think about, pain making her temper flare, the edges hot in the back of her mind.
No matter though. She tried to shove it from her mind, thinking of her niece, her clothes yanked off and left on the floor for the maid, not bothering to check if the door to her room was unlocked while she headed through to the en-suite bathroom. Holly could have the main family bathroom, if she wanted it, though Linda liked her privacy, modesty one of the things that she held in high regard. Even her swimsuits and bikinis were on more of the demure side, though that didn't stop her little clumsy accidents happening, a slip here and a shift of material there, to bring a fresh rise of embarrassment to her.
The shower flowed over her hotly and she turned her face up into the near scalding stream, sighing softly.
"Oh, yeah, that's the stuff..."
Little did she know that Holly skulked in the hallway, poking her head into her aunt's bedroom, a wicked little smirk on her face. Hearing only the rush of steam from the shower, she grinned and withdrew for the cupboard at the top of the stairs, where the gas boiler was housed. It was due replacing for something more modern, but as the shower was heated as it was used, simply knocking off the boiler...
"Oops!"
Holly laughed as she turned it off, head turned expectantly towards the bedroom, the cracked door and the inner door to the bathroom. It took a few moments for the remaining hot water to flow, but she knew just when it had dropped to icy cold when the shriek came.
"Agggghhhhh!"
Linda fled the cold water of the shower, thankfully a walk-in shower cubicle, as the water shocked her to the core with a chill that could not be shaken off. Tripping over the lip of the cubicle, she slammed into the door, knocking it open where it bounced off the opposite wall, slipping over herself in her haste to get out from the cold. She fumbled, turning and bashing at the controls some, but, frankly, Linda had never gotten to grips with the intricacies of them. Not that they were that complicated, but what reason had she to worry about something like that before?
"What the...heck?"
