Lady's Problem

This erotic story features anthropomorphic (furry) characters, intelligent humanoid beings with both animal and human characteristics.

"Lady's Problem"

SHORT STORY

It was a beautiful day in Dottersville. The sun was out, shining bright upon the neat little rows of suburban houses. Manicured lawns flanked either side of the sun-baked street. Side-walks bustled with activity -- folks going about their daily business in the pleasant weather.

Amid this idyllic vista -- this sun-dappled landscape -- trod another vision of warmth and joy. An anthropomorphic Golden Retriever gal named Lady jogged along the side-walk, feeling the heat of the sun beat down on her. She wore a high-cut t-shirt and white tennis skirt. Her fur, where it was visible, was the colour of ripe wheat; and her eyes shone a sparkling blue even behind the strong pair of shades she wore, intense and focused on the path ahead. Her pace was brisk, her body pushing hard to keep herself propelled through the neighbourhood in good time. Each footstep launching her back up with a spring, assisted by her canine-adapted running shoes.

Lady's figure, when one looked past her outfit, was a harmonious blend of curves and strength. A testament to her fitness regimen. Strong shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, followed by the flaring-out of generous hips that swayed gently with each step she took. Long, toned legs -- built for running endless miles -- sparkled as her fur shone in the sunlight.

She huffed as she ran. Her breathing strained.

Almost there!

Sweat matted parts of her fur coat. Marring her soft, thick pelt. That luxurious golden hide -- short and fine on her face, framing her large, expressive eyes and rounding out her muzzle with a cute softness. Floppy ears with more errant tufts flowed in the breeze, twitching occasionally in reaction to nearby sounds: the horn of a car, the chirp of a bird, or the friendly greeting of a neighbour passing by. Behind her, waving constantly, was her long fluffy tail.

She felt the air run between her legs -- the cooling sensation a welcome one as her skirt fluttered. Another volley of pounding footsteps on the side-walk brought her 'round a corner and onto the home stretch -- her house just a few blocks away. She couldn't wait to finish up and relax -- feeling the burn was a good thing for the sake of fitness but that didn't mean the associated pain was pleasant.

As her shoes slammed into the pavement, her mind wandered. Lots of lovely sights to see but Lady was always distracted by the newest. This time it was a squirrel racing across the green grass -- capturing her attention for a moment. Her pace slowed as she focused on the rodent.

Hi Mr. Squirrel!

Despite her physical prowess, Lady was known as a bit of an airhead. A heart of gold -- purest gold no doubt -- always ready to lend a paw, offer kind words, or to those closest to her a comforting lick. But brains? Book-smarts? Well, they weren't exactly her thing. She had always been like this, ever since she was a pup. There were times her mother had remarked that she saw the whole world as one big game of fetch -- her attention flitting from one fancy to the next. A playful attitude. Innocent...adorable...

Bye Mr. Squirrel!

Just as quickly as she had fixed her attention on the squirrel did she move on to the next pleasant sight upon her route. Then another. And another...greeting each with a goofy smile...

Her human boyfriend, Blake, often found himself shaking his head at her antics. But he loved her all the same. A warm feeling came over Lady as she neared their home. After a harsh day's exercise Blake always made her feel good. He wouldn't be due home for another while so Lady had the house to herself.

Perfect,

she thought,

I can do my stretches before he gets home, then get outta these sweaty clothes!

* * *

The front door opened and Blake, Lady's boyfriend, entered the house. "Lady, you home?" he called out.

"Hi Blake! In here." The reply came from the living room. Blake followed it like a sweet siren-call and found Lady sprawled out on the rug, facing him. Her body angled in the downward-dog yoga pose as heavy panting filled the room. She looked up at him, grinning. Beaming with happiness to be in her partner's company.

"You're back early!" she said.

She was a sight to behold -- golden fur rippling as she stretched and flexed, her tongue lolling out as her mouth formed into a dopey canine grin. Although Blake found it cruel and demeaning to insult her for her simple way of thinking -- he cared too much for her to issue ridicule. Sometimes, however, her airheaded actions did get to him. Like right now...

Lady bounded to her feet, eager to greet her loving partner. But only once she'd drawn herself up to full height did Blake notice what she was wearing.

Or rather: what she

wasn't

wearing.

Lady's tennis skirt flapped in the breeze of her motions, the hem barely covering her pert backside. It swayed with each movement, revealing glimpses of toned thighs. Paired with her high-cut top made of the same fabric, it left little to the imagination. However, what caught Blake's eye...the thing that made his heart skip a beat and his inner monologue rue her ditzy nature...was the fact that his girlfriend wasn't wearing anything underneath the skirt.

Everything slowed for an instant, as her dark canine pussy fluttered into view; presented to him as Lady bent over in one last stretch...almost winking at him...

Blake sighed. "Lady," he said, "where are your panties?"

His canine girlfriend tilted her head, tail wagging faster and faster as she tried to comprehend his question. "Panties, Blake?" she echoed, standing straight and looking down at herself as if seeing her own clothes for the first time. She giggled -- a cheery sound like soft bells ringing. "I didn't have any that matched this outfit, and all the underwear I own chafe real bad when I go jogging -- so I thought I'd go without."

Blake ran a hand through his hair, struggling to maintain his composure. Lady's innocent ignorance was both endearing and infuriating. He pointed upstairs. "Lady, go put on some proper clothes. And find your panties...we need to have a talk about this..."

Lady pouted but obeyed; padding from the living room, up the stairs, and into their bedroom as Blake followed -- watching her walk with an exaggerated swing to her hips. Once inside, she went searching in her drawers whilst he leaned against the door-frame. After a moment's rifling, she pulled out a pair of plain white panties and slipped them on, looking up at Blake with a wide grin.

"There," she said, with a twirl for effect, "all proper now." She stuck out her tongue.

Blake rubbed his brow, walking over to sit on the bed. He patted the space beside him, inviting Lady to sit as well. His canine companion did so with a soft coo. She wiggled her now-covered butt, her fluffy tail brushing across the sheets.

"Lady, sweetheart, going out in public without panties and that skirt is...well, it's not appropriate. Please tell me you didn't go jogging like that!"

She looked away, an expression of gentle embarrassment on her muzzle. After a second or two she took a deep breath, wrinkled her nose, and tilted her head again. "Blake, c'mon -- I'm a dog. I have fur. My kind don't need to wear as much clothes as you do. Silly!"

Blake chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, I mean sure...and I'm not mad about who or what you are Lady, but we also live in a society with other people, y'know? We have to follow certain rules -- one of which being wearing clothes. Human

and

anthro alike." He watched her ears droop slightly and her tail seize up. Blake could see the cogs turning in her head as she processed his advice, wondering how much of it sank in. He reached out, taking one of her hand-paws and giving it a gentle squeeze -- feeling the rough pads depress and golden fur tussle.

"I know you don't mean any harm," he continued, his voice soft and tender, "but next time, please wear

all

your clothes when going out, okay? For me?"

She glanced at him, eyes shining with a hint of unshed tears. Lady hated when Blake was disappointed in her, and she cursed her own lack of common sense. It was just who she was -- she couldn't change it!

Why are things so complicated,

she mused,

can't I just do what feels good?

Finally, she agreed to his demand: "okay Blake, I promise." She held up her furry paw, pinkie finger extended.

Blake smiled, hooking his own around hers. "Pinkie promise?" he asked, and Lady beamed at him.

"Yes! I'll do better next time. I don't wanna make you worry."

He pulled her into a hug, burying his face in her soft fur. Lady let a small moan escape as she felt him caress her. She wrapped her arms around him, smothering him with her golden fluff. "That's my good girl," he murmured. Those words activated something deep inside her, filling her with warm tingles.

Good girl.

Oh that went right through her -- from the top of her head to the tips of her toes!

Good girl.

That sensual activation phrase burned deep into her psyche, a holdover from long ago...ancestral memories of some distant servile past. Lady simmered with joy as the embrace continued. She wanted to do right by her boyfriend -- he was so smart and caring. Always looking out for her, ever since their school days. She'd been held back a couple years due to her...simple nature, something the other kids teased her about often. The worst was from fellow canines -- 'giving us dogs a bad name' was the usual barb shot her way, her furry classmates scolding her for her lack of wits. But lucky for her she had Blake, who put more than enough effort into defending her honour to win her trust. What had been a friendship forged amid bullying evolved into a real relationship -- and both couldn't be happier. She felt safe with him. Able to be

herself

, as annoying and/or surprising as that sometimes was.

"Now," said Blake, separating from their hug, "how about we go have lunch in the park? You can show off that neat little skirt of yours without flashing all the neighbours, hmm?"

Lady yipped in excitement, jumping away and dancing around the room. Blake watched her with a mix of exasperation and love warming his heart. Lady may be a ditz, but she was his ditz, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

As they left the house, Blake made a mental note to keep a closer eye on Lady's wardrobe choices in the future. And perhaps invest in some more comfortable underwear for his beloved, if scatterbrained, Golden Retriever girlfriend. Such thoughts nagged at him for a while as they got themselves food and drink, then headed off to set up an impromptu picnic in the local park. As the sunlight glowed upon Lady's pristine fur, he put those thoughts to one side and simply enjoyed being in her cheery presence.

* * *

Lady chomped down on her chicken sandwich as Blake sat beside her, looking out at the trees.

"See?" he said. "Was it really such a big deal to dress properly?" He glanced over at her. Lady had changed to a fresh pair of clothes: a similar style of skirt but with a light airy blouse on top. He, on the other hand, was still in the plain shirt and trousers he wore for work. Of the two of them, she cut the prettier figure.

Lady didn't respond except with a sweet hum as she ate her lunch.

"I'll take that as a yes, then..." Blake wasn't sure if he was right to. Maybe Lady was listening, or maybe something had caught her eye. A Frisbee tossed by a park-goer off in the distance, perhaps?

Blake stopped prying and returned to his own food. Together the pair of them ate, letting the peace and quiet of their picnic wash over them. It was not to last, however, as much to his chagrin a loud buzzing from his phone ruined the moment.

Lady looked at Blake, still chewing as he checked his phone. "Aww...shit..." he grumbled through half-eaten mouthfuls, "work's texting me." A heavy sigh escaped him once he'd swallowed, and he looked at Lady with sadness. "Sorry Lady, I have to go back to the office."

"Blake..."

"I know," he said, studying her pleading eyes, "I hate to end this lovely picnic we're having but..."

"It's okay," she replied, giving him a big smile, "We had a good time here in the park. Besides -- the food's almost all gone! Let's go home first, then you can go fix work stuff."

Blake returned her smile with a little something extra: a light peck on her furred cheek. Lady giggled as her ears flushed red. The pair rose from their spot and packed up, walking in the direction of home then going their separate ways...

* * *

As the evening drew to a close, the sunlight dying in the sky, Blake returned home from work.

He walked into the dimly-lit bedroom, his mind still buzzing. He'd been on-call for the evening, and unfortunately when the job rang they absolutely needed him to come rushing. After the dust had settled and the immediate problem dealt with, and having suffered through enough post-mortem meetings to drive anyone crazy, he finally made it home. He was ready for a quiet night.

Sighing, he unbuttoned his shirt. A soft

thump

sounded behind him.

"Huh?"

Before he could turn around, something warm and fuzzy launched itself onto his back, sending him reeling onto the bed. He managed to spin 'round to face his assailant, and got a face-full of golden chest-fur for his troubles.

"Hi Blake!" Lady's sing-song voice rang out as she straddled him, legs either side of his flanks, pinning him down with surprising strength. "Betcha didn't expect that! No-one gets past Ms. Lady's guard-dog super-sense!"

Seeing her act all goofy got him chuckling. Blake shook his head, amused despite his tired and irritable state of mind. He looked at Lady, who bounced atop him like an excited puppy. Her ears flapped, as did her bosom -- the anthro's modesty secure behind the same blouse she wore from earlier. Her bright-coloured fur shimmered under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. And, as Blake's eyes travelled down her figure -- noting how the loose folds of her skirt failed to cover up much of her bodacious lower half -- he saw that she was once again

sans panties

.

"Seriously?" he groaned, his voice stern despite the warmth in his eyes upon seeing her pretty smile. "Lady...what did we talk about!? Where have your panties gone?"

Lady stopped bouncing, tilting her head in that oh-so-familiar gesture of confusion. "Panties? Oh those! Right, yeah...I thought I'd go without again Blake. It's much more comfortable this way!"

"Can't even stick with it for a whole day. Why is this such a big deal to you?"

"Um -- why is me being comfy such a big deal to you?" she shot back.

Blake close his eyes briefly. He could feel Lady's warmth pressing against him -- feel the erratic motions of her tail across his legs, her hands planted atop his chest, legs gently squeezing him from each side. He tried to wriggle free, to get a bit of breathing space, but she could be a strong Retriever when she wanted to; and she showed no signs of budging.

"Lady," he said, "we talked about this. You can't go around without underwear. It's inappropriate..."

"But Blake--"

"Did anything I said to you today sink in!?"

She didn't answer.

Blake grimaced. He continued: "sometimes you can be a real chore to deal with, Lady. It's all fun and games until it's not, understand?"

He studied her face, waiting for any hint of comprehension. What confronted him instead tugged at his heartstrings, as Lady's face drooped. Her posture shrank into itself and a quiet sniffle broke the otherwise peaceful silence. "I just wanna feel comfy..."

"Lady...I didn't mean..."

Her expression switched from upset to understanding. At last -- she was listening to him! And all it took was hurting her feelings.

Shit.

Blake wished he phrased his words better.

"Besides," she said, "I'm pretty sure nobody saw anything they weren't supposed to today. I promise I'll be more careful -- I won't ever let anyone see! Ever! And it's just you and me here now so no biggie, right?"

Blake stared at the ceiling. Arguing with Lady when she had one of her silly ideas was like trying to stop a tidal wave with a dinky little sandcastle wall. There was no point. You had to just let it wash over you. "Lady," he grumbled, "just...can you please get off me? I'm tired and I'd like to go to sleep." Resignation was clear in his voice, even she could tell that.

But she was nothing if not persistent. Especially when it came to things she wanted. And right now, she wanted Blake's complete attention.

"Say Blake," she growled, her voice taking on a sultry edge as she leant down, her fur brushing against him. "You were awful mean to me today, about the way I dress."

"It's not about being mean. It's about modesty. I love you Lady but you can't go around in public exposing yourself like that -- even risking it is no good. It's exhibitionism! And it makes

me

uncomfortable that you don't seem to get it."

Lady pondered her next words, tail twitching thoughtfully. Her jaws swung open in a wide expression -- teeth flashing as her lips curled into a smirk. "But Blake," she said, shimmying her hips so her skirt rustled, "don't you

like

what I'm wearing?"

Blake looked at her, taking in the way the fabric of her clothes hugged her curves, and glinted 'neath the soft light. How her bare fur spilled out from any opening, unkempt from her daily activities. He swallowed hard, the human finding his mouth suddenly very dry. "I do," he admitted, "but that's not the point."

"And is there anything wrong with what I choose to wear?" Puppy-dog eyes assaulted him, shining in the lamplight like colourful gems.

Blake's heart melted.

"No, of course not Lady."

Lady's gaze narrowed, the sly look she wore growing more mischievous with every passing second. "Then why did you get so mad earlier?" she asked with a faint hint of accusation. Something else lay in her tone -- something daring. "If you like what I'm wearing, and there's nothing wrong with what I choose to wear, then why does it bother you so much if others see?"

Blake groaned internally, realising he'd walked right into her trap. She thought she was right; if he was being honest in his answers to her questions, then why did he care about other people seeing her? That was the logic at play. There would be no dissuading her from thinking she had the moral high ground. He was too tired to diplomatically answer, and she was too airheaded to grasp the nuances of his complaint. "Because I don't want the neighbours to see you like this -- with what you choose to

not

wear," he stammered, trying to back-pedal his way out. "It's indecent." He paused. "It's too late in the day for this Lady...just let me go to bed...we can discuss it tomorrow..."

Lady smirked. A knowing look blazed in her eyes. In her mind she had him now, and he (reluctantly) knew it. "Well then," she purred, "if you don't want anyone else to see me like that...why don't you make sure I only dress this way for you?"

Before her boyfriend could respond, she leaned down and pressed her lips firmly against his, tongue pushing into his mouth in a deep, wet kiss. Then, she pulled back, eyes aglow with mischief.

"Know what the best part of no panties is?" she asked, her seductive voice rising to barely above a whisper. "Easy access."

As the last syllable left her lips, Lady dove in and claimed Blake's mouth once more, stealing his breath and leaving him stunned. Speechless. Hungry...