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Shoppers padded brusquely from aisle to aisle. A badger tugged at some shower curtains to test their strength. A meerkat, right next to him, waved his hand frantically when the hairdryer's setting proved a little too hot for his cute little hand.

Over at the shower stalls and enclosures section, a rotund stoat showed Mr. and Mrs. Whitetummy around. "Yes, of course. Privacy is absolutely guaranteed," said the salesman, pointing a black claw behind him. The enclosure, indeed, had a foggy, translucent door. He rubbed his palms together and gave the mink couple a jovial look. "That's because this here unit's got smart glass."

A hint of red went to Mrs. Whitetummy's cheeks, and she smiled coyly at her husband. "We've been together three years now. Still kind of shy around each other when it comes to that."

The salesman waved his hand dismissively. "No judgement at all from us, Mrs. Whitetummy. And since you're such a lovely couple, tell you what. Why don't I throw in an emergency loudspeaker system? If you fall and hurt yourself, the system will amplify your voice so you can call out for help."

"Well, that sounds pretty useful. But I'm still not totally sold on that privacy thing." Mr. Whitetummy pursed his lips in thought. "What if we take the thing home, and it doesn't even work well?"

"Ohhhh," said the stoat with a gleam in his eye. "So you want a li'l demonstration, huh?" he asked, tapping the tempered glass door with the tip of a claw. "This floor model's actually plugged into the plumbing. Now, this may come across as a bit much, but why don't one of you give this system a try? Like, right here, right now."

Mrs. Whitetummy half-smiled and rubbed her neck. "What? You-You want us to shower? Now? In front of everyone?"

Her husband was equally skeptical. "Yeah, I don't really know about that. I mean, there's a lot of people around here," he said, looking around at the scurrying clientele, now painfully aware of how busy the store was.

"Tell you what. Hows about I throw in a little twenty percent discount? Thirty if you still think the privacy feature could be improved." The salesman smirked as his eyes went from mister to missus.

"You know, I like the sound of that," said Mrs. Whitetummy, taking a couple of steps towards the stall's cloudy door. She put her hand on the translucent surface. From the inside of the enclosure, her palm, just visible through the activated smart glass, turned gray.

Her husband nodded. "I think we could make that work," he said.

The stoat slapped his tan palms together. "That sounds fantastic. So, which one of you wants to try it out?"

Mrs. Whitetummy said, "Well, Carlisle here already took a shower this morning. I kinda overslept because I came home late from work; didn't get a chance."

"All right," said the salesman. "We'll walk away to give you a bit of privacy. I'll hash out the details of the sale with your husband while you relax in there. Just one more thing. So there's a waterproof cord with a button on it you'll see on the floor. That's to activate the loudspeaker system I mentioned before. And right beneath the showerhead there's a toggle to turn the privacy glass on or off."

"Mhm." Mrs. Whitetummy opened the frosted door with her white hand and stepped into the shower with a three-toed foot. "I shouldn't take more than five minutes."

"OK, honey," said her husband, looking up from the papers the stoat had handed him. "No rush, take your time."

"Can you see me?" she asked, now with the shower door closed.

Carlisle narrowed his eyes at the vague silhouette of the mink. "Barely. I have a good feeling about this, Madison. I guess this smart glass thing works."

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With her clothes and undergarments hanging off the top edge of the door, Madison stood on her toes to yank the showerhead off its holder. A relaxed smile crossed her face. "A five-minute shower at Pet Paw & Meow. What a life I got," she thought.

She reached down to dial in the perfect temperature. "Time to turn this thing on." Not familiar with this specific showerhead, she failed to realize it was on the Single Stream Massage_setting. Her thumb flicked the lever to the _On position, and a jet of warm water shot out of the showerhead and hit her square in the crotch, right on her pink clit.

Madison gasped. Her eyes damn near popped out of her sockets. She cut the stream and listened. Near silence. She could barely make out the two silhouettes--her husband and the stoat salesman--a few feet away, still negotiating the terms of the contract. Nobody had noticed, she figured, because of how loud the water was. The mink looked down between her legs; her nub had peeped out of its hood. With her white fur standing on end, she shivered when she remembered how damn good it had felt. Madison brought the jet back to life and aimed it at her sweet spot, and a naughty grin of horniness crept across her soft features when the stream made her clit dance left and right. "Getting myself off at Pet Paw & Meow. What a life I got."

As the high-pressure stream worked her nub, she bit her lip and rested the bottom of her foot on the acrylic shower wall behind her. "Mmmmph, fuck. Ugh, we need to get this fucking shower." She cupped her breast with her free hand and sighed long and hard, tickling and tugging at her diamond-hard nipple with a couple of claw-tipped fingers. The mink's curling toes, with a mind of their own, grasped and pulled in the loudspeaker activator cord.

With wisps of sultry steam enveloping her, Madison rocked her butt back and forth. "Sorry, Carlisle--this thing's gonna get me off so much harder than you ever could." She sighed, moaned and whispered as the delicious energy between her legs built and built.

Madison's eyes rolled back, and the world disappeared. White-hot liquid electricity pooled under her feet, and her clit tingled sharply. She was heading on a collision course towards that ineffable surge of ecstasy. "Holy fuck!" Her lithe, pointy fingers dug into her breast.

"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," she rasped during those two or three second of weightlessness, when she knew she was going to have that orgasm no matter what, the fleeting sting of each individual drop of water needling her closer and closer to that peak of pleasure.

As that first stupefying wave of pleasure seized her, Madison howled in delight and squirted, her pussy juice mingling with the turbulent, noisy stream pointed at her clit. Her toes squeezed the floor button so hard, the plastic case broke off; outside the enclosure, the loudspeaker blasted her moans and gasps of orgasm, prompting shoppers, husband and salesman alike to turn and stare, wide-eyed. The mink's engorged, purplish sex throbbed and pulsed, like it often did in the bedroom to milk out one of Carlisle's hearty loads. Madison, ransacked by climax and oblivious to the commotion outside, tipped her head back, and the smart glass switch clicked.

A current surged through the thin film embedded in the door, and millions and millions of nano-scale particles aligned. A half-second later, through the droplet-coated, clear glass door, all of Pet Paw & Meow had a clear view of Madison Whitetummy's thrusting thighs, of white feminine fingers twirling and tweaking impossibly hard nipples, of a pretty face topped with brunette hair groaning out one hell of an orgasm.

Carlisle's hand shot up, palm facing the enclosure. "MADDIE! STOP! EVERYONE CAN SEE YOU!" he yelled, eyes bulging and tinged with blood.

Only a few seconds into Madison's loud, shameless orgasm, a sizeable crowd had gathered, with Carlisle, the salesman and the enclosure in the middle of the teeming mass of morbidly curious shoppers.

"Holy smokes, guys! Are you looking at this?" said one fox with shades resting on his head, livestreaming to an online audience of no less than two million, swinging his head out of view so his followers could catch a glimpse of Mrs. Whitetummy's naked body shuddering in pleasure; donations started pouring in as if ushered in by a wet monsoon at its peak, and the chat window just about burst at the seams from all the heart and eggplant emojis.

Another observer, a twentysomething otter, smirked. "Goddamn, I never knew I'd put this camera to good use," he thought, his toes curling in relish and scraping against the linoleum as Madison yowled in ecstasy on his 4K@60fps video capture.

"What the fuck, man! Do something!" yelled Carlisle, the papers in his hand crumpling up. Droplets of his spit fell on the stoat's whiskers.

The salesman's lip curled. "Wha-What do you want me to do about it?"

"Fuck this," muttered the mink. He marched over to his accidentally immodest wife, whose cries of passion were finally dying out.

"MADDIE! Cover yourself!" he snapped, slapping his palm against the clear door right as her horrifically long, earth-shattering orgasm came to an end.

Madison jumped. The showerhead slipped out of her wet paw and came crashing to the floor. There, it bounced--thunderously loudly, for the loudspeaker was still on--a couple of times. "Oh, no, no, no, no," she repeated over and over as her gazed crossed paths with all of those shocked (some smiling) faces. "What, no! NO! WHAT!" Her arm flew to her bare chest, and her other shaking paw yanked her clothes down, and they plopped right into the draining water, a hint of her juices still in the liquid. "Goddamnit!" She curled up into the fetal position, pushing herself into the corner of the enclosure with the balls of her feet.

"Honey, it's all right," said Carlisle in a soothing tone, stepping into the shower to comfort his wife. He hit the smart glass switch, not before turning to scowl at the dozens of impromptu voyeurs.

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The couple drove home in awkward silence. Carlisle, behind the wheel, was the first to speak.

"You know, you never cum that long and that hard when we--"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, CARLISLE!" yelled Madison. "This was your fucking idea! Now I'm gonna be on PawHub!" She squeezed her paw around her hair to get the last drops of the shower of shame out. "I told you it's out of our budget, but no, did you listen? You never do!"

Two more minutes of silence.

"Did you sign the paperwork?" she asked sheepishly, her face looking out the window away from him.

"Yeah, Maddie. I did."

"Good," she said as they drove by a weeping willow with catkins shaped like showerheads, a faint smile on her lips.