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Beth stepped into her home and pulled the door closed behind her, taking care not to trap her tail in the door. She leaned up against the door and sighed heavily. The day was finally over. The lynx let her purse fall to the floor, ignoring the 'thump' it made, and worked up the energy to wander to her bedroom. There had been a huge meeting in the morning where the entire office got chewed out over a screw up in another branch in another state. The corporate representative had been clear that people would be fired, and that they would need to work extra hard to clean up all the messes that had resulted. In her case it had meant working late - as the office secretary she had to retrieve files and dig up details of incidents from months ago, and she had to stay to help until everyone else had finished their work. She had spent the entire day digging through filing cabinets, making new pots of coffee, running out to get food and putting up with increasingly short tempers. It had been a rough day, but at long last it was finally over. She pulled her jacket off, letting it fall to the floor, but couldn't help but remember the annoying squirrel's squeaky voice. "And we will be back next week to make sure you haven't messed anything else up!"

Beth shook her head to clear the sound from her head. She arrived in the bedroom and fell heavily onto her queen-sized bed. The blanket was luxuriously soft beneath her - it had cost her a whole month's pay but it was well worth it - and she stretched her arms and legs out in a sprawl. She slipped her shoes off, letting them fall to the floor, and wiggled her toes in relief. She tilted her head and looked over at the mirror on her dresser.

She looked tired and overworked. Beth was a lynx anthro, a species of feline that was still considered exotic due to their rarity compared to the other feline species. It got her a lot of stares at work, and a lot of cat calls outside of work, but she had long ago become used to it. She had grown up in a neighborhood of lynxes so other species tended to seem exotic to her in turn. Dogs in particular were interesting, especially the flop eared ones - their body language was just so different, and they always seemed grumpy to her no matter how happy they actually were.

Her own ears were perky and stood out from her head with a small tuft of fur at their point. Black shoulder-length hair grew from her head, and though it was normally tidy the mirror reflected just how many times she had tried to pull it out over the course of the day. Her yellow eyes looked tired, and her short whiskers sagged. The rest of her fur was immaculate, though - short tan fur that covered her face, arms, legs, and short tail, with darker patches 'walking' their way through her fur. The tan fur on her face changed to white near her eyes and chin, and it continued down her neck to disappear under her shirt. She knew it continued down her chest and belly, and along into lower areas, but her black shirt and skirt hid it. A past boyfriend had told her that the white fur drew the eye and made attractive places stand out even more than usual, but she didn't care for it herself. Like most lynxes her frame was a little on the pudgier side, and she always thought the white fur just emphasized the extra mass. She wasn't fat or anything, but she still felt a little uncomfortable with her body.

Beth sighed again and looked away from the mirror. She had experienced enough stress for one day; the last thing she needed was to start worrying about her weight and shape on top of everything else. The remote caught her eye and her tail flicked in relief. Television was just what she needed - she could just lie in bed for a while and unwind. She grabbed the remote and rolled over onto her back, staring at the television beyond her feet. She wiggled her toes again as the television warmed up, then cringed as the picture resolved into one of a squirrel. He was chittering about something but Beth didn't wait long enough to find out what. She pushed the channel button on the remote, noticing as she did that her claws had come out a little. She flipped through a few channels until she finally came across something interesting - a soap opera.

She felt a slight blush rise in her cheeks... but she was alone. She could enjoy one of her guilty pleasures tonight and no one would be the wiser. She reached behind her and pulled a pillow closer to rest her head on it.

Beth didn't recognize the series, but it didn't matter that much. A well-built canine - Beth thought he was a Rottweiler, maybe - stood close behind a smaller Siamese. The feline wore lots of jewelry, which Beth normally considered gaudy but thought worked well in her case - it emphasized her fur and stood out against the black dress that clung to her curves. The dog certainly seemed to be enjoying the effect - his eyes gradually drifted over her body as he spoke, lingering over her rear, but he always looked back up to the earrings or necklace, or the bracelet that dangled from her wrist. Beth's eyes lingered in turn on the canine's form as the camera allowed. Muscles lurked beneath the brown t-shirt he wore - not overdone or body builder muscle, but the more subtle muscle Beth appreciated. The kind that would be firm beneath her hands or back, but not bulky enough to make it awkward to run her fingers over...

The two were having a conversation about someone else - Beth suspected it might be the Siamese's boyfriend, given the way her eyes flickered nervously when his name was mentioned - but the lynx didn't care too much for the subject. She did enjoy the male's voice, though - it was a gentle baritone, not too deep but definitely male, and she felt herself begin to purr softly as she listened to him speak. The script was worded dramatically, with sudden pauses and strange word choices, but as he spoke Beth began to tune out the words themselves. His voice resonated in her ears and she didn't really care what he said so long as he kept talking. She imagined leaning back against that firm chest, with those strong arms wrapping around her, and that voice murmuring in her ear... his chest would probably rumble with every word, and maybe after a while he would nip at one of her ears...

Beth began to feel a little warm and reached to unbutton part of her shirt. While her hand lingered over her chest she paused to think some. If she was going to relax, a nap might very well happen, and it wouldn't hurt to get comfortable for one. She felt the strap of her bra pressing against her back as she moved her arm; if she were to fall asleep she knew it would end up digging against her skin and leave a sore spot on her back. Her fur did offer some protection against that, but she tossed and turned so much in her sleep that it was just easier to sleep without one. The masculine voice continued to murmur from the television as she reached beneath her and unclasped the garment. A slight contortion later left her lying on the bed, her breasts contained only by the half-buttoned shirt that left the top of them exposed to the empty room, and she let her white bra fall forgotten onto the floor beside her.

The pair on the television continued to talk while Beth watched, until without warning it escalated. The male declared that he loved the Siamese, far more than her absent boyfriend, and he turned her towards him and pulled her into a deep kiss. Beth watched the passionate display with a mix of emotions. It had been years since she had broken up with her last boyfriend, and even longer since somebody had embraced her that way. The Siamese was clearly enjoying it - it wasn't just good acting; Beth could read the subtle body language of other felines and could tell that her heart was fluttering as her eyes widened and her ears perked just so. The canine was harder for Beth to read, but she had a hard time imagining how he wouldn't enjoy the feline's body pressed against his like that.

Beth watched as the kiss finally ended and the two pulled apart. The actress panted on the screen, trying to catch her breath, and spoke with a voice trembling with the perfect mixes of hesitation, fear, excitement, and anticipation. She was good... or he was. Beth wished she could switch places with the actress just for an hour and feel for herself how good an 'actor' the canine was. The actress on the screen was saying how wrong this was, how she shouldn't, and the actor was responding with how nobody would know and that she deserved this. Beth tuned the individual words out again and instead just watched the two. The canine reached forward again and silenced the feline's protests with another deep kiss, and this time his hands reached down her back to lift her up in his arms. There was a long shot of the two staring into each other's eyes before the canine carried the feline off towards a bedroom.

The show changed to other characters, but Beth wasn't nearly as interested in them. Her mind drifted back to the first couple, unable to keep from imagining what they were doing behind the closed doors of the bedroom. The television was distracting her and she closed her eyes to get a better image in her imagination of the canine... though before long the feline in his arms changed from a Siamese to a lynx...

Beth gradually came back to consciousness. She felt warm all over and very comfortable so she left her eyes closed to savor the feeling. She didn't really remember falling asleep, but she must have at some point - she remembered fleeting images from a dream that brought a blush to her cheeks. The television was still making noise, but it sounded like an advertisement for a juicer instead of the soap opera she had been enjoying. It was a shame... Beth would have loved to wake up hearing that voice of his.

Beth let out a pleased murmur as she felt a hand gently touch her arm. The fingers tickled through her fur and brushed lightly over the skin beneath as they trailed from the underside of her wrist up to the inside of her elbow, then shifted over the sleeve of her shirt as they wandered around her arm and up her shoulder. "Mmm..." Her voice held that mix of sleepiness and contentment that was only heard when somebody had just woken from a refreshing rest, but it didn't deter the hand. Beth's mind was still clouded with sleepiness and it didn't process anything beyond how good the touch to her arm felt. It was an amazing way to wake up, and she didn't want it to stop.

The hand didn't want to stop either. It continued over her shoulder and brushed against her neck, then her cheek, sending a shiver through her and drawing another sigh of pleasure from her. The tingle in her cheek followed the fingers as they brushed back down her neck, though this time they curved around her neck and trailed down to her chest.

Beth's sighs turned into purrs as the hand discovered that her shirt was unbuttoned and her bra missing. It meandered through the valley formed from her breasts for a moment... then trailed towards her left breast. The soft fabric of her shirt was pushed away as the fingers climbed up her soft flesh, exposing her breast to the cooler air, but the fingers veered off when they neared the peak. Instead of greeting her stiffening nipple with its tender touch, the hand stopped its advance just below her areola and began to circle it. When it reached the underside of her breast it trailed downwards, lifting her breast and cupping it in the strong palm. Beth cooed in the pleasure of the warm hand pressing against her sensitive flesh, though her nipple begged for attention as well.

Somewhere in Beth's mind came the thought that she should be concerned about other things. Had she locked the door when she came home? What time was it, and should she be worried? Another part of her groggy mind told her that the hand felt really good, and that she deserved it. She might have ignored that voice, except it spoke in a soft baritone and whispered the idea that a strong canine was behind the hand, and was promising to do to her all of the things she had imagined happening to the characters on the soap opera. The voice that worried about other things was dwindling, and finally vanished as it concluded that she always locked the door, so nobody else could really be there, and that besides nobody would come into her home but...

Beth's train of thought derailed as the hand moved upwards and gave her breast a soft squeeze. A finger brushed over her nipple, pushing it down and dragging deliciously along its length... then letting it spring back up as the finger moved past it. Another finger was waiting, though, and Beth let out a moan as her nipple was trapped between two fingers that gently squeezed the sensitive teat. Beth was distantly aware that the rest of her breast was cupped by the hand, the underside of her breast particularly enjoying the feeling of being wrapped in the soft warmth, but her mind was too overwhelmed by what was happening to her nipple to really recognize the other sensations. The hand shifted, rolling her nipple between the fingers...

"H-haaa!" A gasp escaped Beth's lips as she felt a second hand grip her right breast. Her shirt still covered most of it so the sensation was different, but the feel of those fingers pressing the shirt against her flesh was wonderful all the same. The fingers of the new hand pushed her shirt away, briefly exposing her to the cold air beyond her shirt, then covering it again as the hand wrapped around the newly revealed orb. Beth swam on the sensation of pleasure the hands brought, the pair of them teasing her nipples and pressing upwards to lift her breasts... then she gasped once more when they both squeezed.

It was the perfect amount of pressure - enough to compress her breasts slightly, enough to bring the fingers and palm into contact with more of the sensitive region, but just enough that it stopped before it caused any pain. The fingers trailed backwards slightly, releasing her breast from the wonderful pressure and letting it fall backwards against her chest again... then the hand reached out again, gathering her up and squeezing once more.

Beth wasn't sure how long the hands played with her breasts, but the groping and teasing kept her happy and drew more gasps and sighs from her throat. She gradually became aware that her left breast was unattended, and while the attention to her right breast was satisfying her left breast had begun to ache for attention. The hand over her right breast squeezed once more, then drifted over to her left to give her other breast a welcoming squeeze. Beth moaned in renewed contentment, only then noticing a new feeling as she felt the missing hand trailing gently through the fur over her stomach. The hand was traveling downwards, seeking new places to explore after climbing the twin peaks of her chest.

The feeling faded as the hand encountered the thicker fabric of her skirt. She was dimly aware of a faint pressure as it drifted along, drifting down the side of her hip before trailing down her legs. The other hand continued to play with her breasts, alternating back and forth, and Beth began to ignore the hand over her skirt in favor of the feelings coming from her chest. When the hand reached the end of her skirt the fingers spread out, flattening and gripping the inside of her thigh, and the hand on her breast paused in its efforts to let her focus her attention on what was happening below.

The hand squeezed her thigh before moving upwards along her leg, pushing her skirt aside as it went. The skirt might as well not have been there at all, aside from the extra sensation it gave as it dragged along Beth's sensitive inner thigh. The fingers of the hand felt much better, though, sending random tingles of pleasure through her as they found particularly sensitive oases dotting the gentle meadows of her legs. The fingers slowed their progress, drawing a whine from the lynx as they dragged out the pleasure but took longer to reach the treasures awaiting them above.

The lynx gave an annoyed huff as the hand stopped entirely... then gasped as it tilted and cupped the cleft of her legs. She felt her panties press against her and realized with a bit of surprise just how wet she had become. The panties were damp and cool against her lower lips, sending a shiver through her, and they were held in place by the warm fingers pressing down on them, which sent a different shiver through her. The fingers flexed slightly, beginning to rub along the edges of her panties, just between where her legs ended and her pussy began. The palm of the hand pressed downwards slightly, pushing just so against the flat of her belly and causing a finger to rub against her narrow entrance and the pearl of sensitive flesh protected by her thin panties.

The fingers moved into a rhythm, curling and dragging the cotton fabric of her underwear over her moistened lips, then reversing and pushing back downwards, massaging her slit and pressing the strip of her panties slightly into her entrance and dampening them further. The lynx's gasp turned to pleased moans and contented sighs as she savored the gentle strokes to her pussy and the ongoing gropes and squeezes to her breasts. She felt she could lay there forever and just let the wandering fingers continue their pleasurable work.

Something deeper within her begged for attention, though, and before long a needy whine joined the sounds she made. The fingers understood her need; the hand on her underwear paused for a second... then the lynx gasped as she felt the cotton pulled away, replaced first by the cool air then the warm flesh of a finger. The hand massaged her again, the same rhythm as before, and it felt even better to feel the hand covering her directly. Instead of the smooth cloth she experienced the rougher flesh dragging over her exposed skin - the dip where the finger bent, the subtly greater pressure and the slight change in direction from the wider parts of the finger, and the slick feeling of her own juices being spread back over her. It was wonderful, especially when the tip of the finger pulled all the way back and rubbed over the sensitive nub nestled at the top of her slit... but she still wanted something more.

The middle finger pushed downwards again, tracing a path along her left side... but this time it paused and slipped closer to her center. It began to meander around her entrance, a cautious explorer investigating the sides of a cave before entering, in a torturously slow process that built anticipation in the horny lynx. She wanted that finger to dive in, to be swallowed up in the tunnel that rested beyond, to plunge in and discover the hidden wonders lying in wait...

The finger complied with her wishes, and in one smooth motion it pressed into her. The tip pushed against the edges, forcing them out of the way as it advanced inwards, every slow inch of progress sending jolts of pleasure through the lynx. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as the finger suddenly changed its forward progress into a circular motion; it pushed up on the tunnel's ceiling, caressing the nerves and muscles from beneath. The finger had found one of her weak spots, one of the places within her that loved attention and begged to be scratched... and the finger was more than willing to comply. As the lynx shook from pleasure the finger began to rub, a gentle rolling motion, similar to what it had done to her clit but with much more pressure. And as it massaged the spot the rest of the finger bent and straightened, wiggled and flexed, and the motion sent more pleasure through her as it forced her pussy to conform to its motions.

Beth felt like she was floating in a warm bath of pure pleasure. The hand on her breast had continued its motions, growing more and more forceful as the lynx writhed and squirmed, but never being too hard or painful. The hand at her pussy conformed to her, the palm pressing down against her clit, the thumb and pinky pressing against her legs, the last two fingers rubbing against her puffy lips. Every uncontrollable buck of her hips pushed her clit against the warm palm, pressed the finger harder against the walls of her tunnel, sent more pleasure into her. Her voice became one continual moan that filled her ears and drowned out the meaningless sound of the announcer coming from the television. Her pleasure grew, and grew, and grew...

Beth felt her orgasm approaching. Her voice became a little higher, her writhing a little more desperate... and the hands responded. The finger's rubbing changed to become a 'come here' motion, changing the sensation and sending new waves of pleasure through her, almost as if it was calling to her pleasure. "Come to me," the finger wrote on her walls, "unleash your pleasure and drown me in your bliss." It inscribed its wishes inside her... and she had no choice but to respond. With a sudden shout her whole body tensed, every muscle shuddering, every nerve flooding with pleasure. The walls of her pussy clamped down at the finger, but it refused to yield, instead increasing the pressure and pleasure on her overloaded tunnel. The hand on her breast squeezed harder, finally moving slightly into pain, but that only heightened the sensation of the orgasm gripping her. The stress that had built up inside her from the frustrations at work vanished, washed away in the flood of sensation. Time passed, but Beth was unaware of it - she only knew the relief and bliss of the pleasure flowing through her.

Too quickly the feelings began to fade and brought Beth back to herself. A pleasant afterglow hummed through her body; her chest rose and fall as she breathed heavily, her legs quivered as she stretched them and relaxed the tensed muscles. A smile was on her face and she could hear the contented purr rumbling from her throat. She finally opened her eyes and looked around the room.

The television cast a flickering light over the room but it was dark otherwise. Just as she had thought, the door remained closed. She knew it would be - nobody would come into her home but her. It was a pity sometimes... but that didn't mean she couldn't have fun.

She relaxed the grip on her right breast, then sighed softly as she slowly withdrew her finger from within her. She moved her hand up and rested it on her chest, noticing as she did that the light coating of fur was soaked with her juices. She would need to clean it off... and she would need to get something to eat, too... but there was no hurry. For now, all she wanted was to relax, to enjoy the lingering feelings... and so she closed her eyes and did.