This erotic story features anthropomorphic (furry) characters, intelligent humanoid beings with both animal and human characteristics.
"Girl Scout Nookie"
SHORT STORY
Rat-a-tat-tat.
Upon hearing the knock on his front door, the bloodhound lifted himself off his couch with much complaining. Missing the end of the game was the last thing on his mind, so whoever was stopping by better make it quick!
Groaning, he cracked his shoulders and stretched. Sitting for too long in one place had given him all manner of aches that needed attention. He flexed his middle-aged body, joints popping with a satisfying crack. He rubbed his belly, the faint indentation of a six-pack a sign he was letting himself go. He needed to go back to the gym. He glanced back at the TV and adjusted the volume accordingly.
Rat-a-tat-tat.
"Alright, alright. I'm coming."
Opening the door, he was greeted with the sight of a border collie wearing a Girl Scout uniform. She looked thirty, if not a little older. And her 'costume' was on the small side, exaggerating her buxom curves as it strained to contain her body. Her midriff was showing -- soft black-and-white fur which looked great for cuddling. Her skirt came up short too; it went as far as her upper thighs and ended there. Wait...were those heels? Indeed, she wore a pair of medium-height open-pawed heels. A curious mix of clothing that made the bloodhound question what exactly was going on. She was unperturbed by any of this, and wore an upbeat expression, smiling at him nonchalantly.
"Good afternoon sir."
"Uhhh, ma'am." He acknowledged her presence with a nod.
"Would you be interested in purchasing some Girl Scout cookies?"
"I--aren't you a little old to be a Girl Scout?" The bloodhound scratched his head.
"Yes, I am. Strictly speaking, I'm not supposed to be doing this."
"Hehe," he chuckled, "what, is it a crime to impersonate a Girl Scout?"
Annoyed at his remark, she crossed her arms. This squashed her already-constricted chest, forcing her cleavage to be even more visible through her v-neck shirt, barely hidden behind the short cloth scarf she wore. "If you're just gonna make fun o' me like the last people I called to, then I'm just gonna leave right now."
"No wait!"
She sharpened her gaze, studying the bloodhound. Deciding to stick around, she let him speak.
"Wait," he said, "I won't joke anymore. Tell me why you're here."
This ought-ta be good,
he thought.
"Okay." Her arms fell back to her sides. The bounciness of her chest was not lost on the bloodhound, momentarily mesmerising him as her cleavage returned to a position of rest. "Let's start at the beginning. My name is Kaylee."
"No last name?"
"You don't need one," she dismissed him and continued her story: "My name is Kaylee and it's my
daughter
who's actually a Girl Scout. The troop's selling cookies, which I'm helping out with."
"Something tells me this isn't an 'official' Girl Scout visit."
She rubbed her arm, awkwardly. "No, it isn't. Please don't report this or anything, my daughter could get into heaps of trouble if they found out I was doing it for her."
"Relax. As strange as all this is, I'm not gonna report this."
Maybe if this crazy bitch doesn't start talking sense any time soon, I'll consider it.
"Thank you--thank you--thank you!" she squealed with happiness. "You have no idea how important this is to me. You see, my daughter has been sick all week. She hasn't once stepped out of the house, poor thing! She can't sell her cookies unless she has help. So I -- being, like, the best mom ever -- decided to go around and sell them for her."
Not the smartest person in the world,
he realised listening to her.
"Each Scout has a target number of cookies to sell. At the end those who've beaten their targets get all kinds of prizes based on how much you beat it by. That's in addition to the badge for
sales-woman-ship
. My daughter was so excited. She finally had a chance to sock it to Bethany Blake!"
"Who?"
"My daughter's bully. She's in the same Scout troop. Shitty, I know. Bethany's a vicious little bitch and her mom's a shameless whore. There's nothing either of them won't stoop to when they want something. Get this: her mom is selling cookies with her! Turnin' up the slut factor to get all the dads in the neighbourhood to play ball. God, that's such a scummy thing to do, especially for the kids. Parents aren't supposed to help them cheat. It ruins the competition."
"Um...aren't you also..."
"My little angel can't compete with both of them. So I had a brilliant idea! I'd go in her place. I also went to their Scout leader and reported Bethany and her mom. Oh the looks on their faces when they find out they're disqualified...serves that spoiled bitch right!"
"You're...you're doing what you just said is..."
"But you gotta see these troop colours," she twirled, arms out, showing off the entire uniform, "don't they look great on me?" She wiggled her butt. Her cheeks were visible past the extreme low-cut of the skirt. Two pert globes forming a gorgeous apple-bottom, with a swishing tail in between. The bloodhound adjusted his underwear while she faced away, growing uncomfortable as his body reacted to her subconscious teasing.
"Never was a Girl Scout as a kid. My mom used to think they were a bunch o' Devil-worshippin' lesbians! Like, that's a bit much, right? After putting on this stylish little number I wish I was. A Scout that is, not a lesbian Satanist." Kaylee admired herself, ignorant of how poorly the young girl's uniform fit her.
She's just gonna keep talking and talking, isn't she?
"Couple of adjustments and it fit like a dream!" She grabbed her cleavage. "None of the girls got real boobies yet so these things were a nightmare to work with!" she giggled, "but I think I have 'em sitting right. They look okay, yeah? Like...I'm not showing too much am I?"
"Sure. They look fine."
Man, she really is that dense.
Kaylee described each article of clothing in turn, providing a detailed description of her thought process behind getting them to fit her adult frame. The skirt needed a new couple of notches to let her wriggle into it...the shirt had to have its sleeves and collar stretched...she pointed out details no-one would ever care about even if she were a world-famous fashion designer. If it weren't for her hot MILF figure, the bloodhound would've been bored out of his skull. Luckily he didn't have to listen to everything she said. After all, watching this woman point out each and every area of interest on her sexy body was miles better than any football game!
Her finger traced a faint set of holes in her front of the shirt. "I had to re-sow all the buttons back on after they burst when I--"
She stopped in her tracks. A look of shock and embarrassment came over her.
"Oh God I'm so sorry! I never got your name, did I? Here's me all chatty-chatty 'bout Girl Scouts and cookies and uniforms and I haven't even paused to let you speak."
"It's Dan. You haven't explained why you're wearing that uniform though?"
"Well I can't sell Girl Scout cookies and not look the part!" She rolled her eyes and made a face that spelled-out the phrase: 'duh'.
"And the heels?" He pointed to her feet.
"I can't just wear my daughter's shoes. There's no way they'd fit. So I put on whatever was handy. I hope they don't look out-of-place." Her ears perked up. "Do you like them?"
"Uh sure. They're very pretty." He grimaced, trying to keep his mind on the conversation and not her attractive appearance.
Very slutty too.
