Emily’s journey into the world of furries began innocently enough. It started as a fun creative outlet during her sophomore year of high school, when she stumbled across a furry artist’s work on social media. The vibrant characters, the intricate costumes, and the sense of community captivated her. It seemed like a world where she could truly express herself. She started sketching her own fursona—a playful orange fox with pointed ears and a big bushy tail.
When her parents noticed her growing interest, they decided to encourage her creativity. For her birthday, they surprised her with a custom-made fox costume based on her drawings. It wasn’t form-fitting or provocative—it was soft and loose, with floppy ears, a big plush tail, and buttons running up the front. Emily was overjoyed and wore it everywhere she could: to conventions, to online meetups, and even around the house. At first, she always wore regular clothes underneath—leggings and a t-shirt, usually. She saw it as nothing more than a way to express herself and have fun.
That changed at her first real furry party.
The party was already in full swing when Emily arrived, nervous but excited, her fox costume buttoned up snugly over her usual leggings and t-shirt. The low hum of conversation and laughter filled the air, punctuated by the occasional squeak of a costume’s fabric or rustle of fur. She mingled awkwardly, feeling out of place among the older, more experienced attendees. She spotted Mia, her older online friend, across the room, waving enthusiastically.
“Emily! You made it!” Mia called, bounding over in her sleek black cat costume, her tail swishing behind her.
Emily smiled shyly, feeling both excitement and nerves. Mia was everything Emily wanted to be—confident, creative, and totally at ease in her costume. As Mia wrapped her arms around her in a warm hug, Emily hesitated for a moment before hugging back.
The embrace felt different than she expected. The softness of Mia’s costume pressed against Emily’s, but it was the way Mia’s body felt beneath it that caught her off guard. There was no familiar bulk of fabric, no layers of clothing between them. Mia’s frame felt…bare, as though there was nothing separating her from the silky fabric of her costume.
Emily blushed furiously, her arms tightening awkwardly around Mia before quickly pulling back.
“Glad you’re here,” Mia said with a grin, completely unfazed.
Emily nodded, her cheeks burning. “Y-yeah, me too. Thanks for inviting me.”
But her mind was spinning. She couldn’t stop thinking about how different Mia had felt in that brief hug. She glanced at her as they talked, noticing for the first time how smoothly the fabric of Mia’s costume clung to her. Was she really only wearing underwear beneath it?
As the evening went on, Emily’s thoughts kept drifting back to that moment. She felt a strange mix of curiosity and excitement. What would it feel like to wear her costume like that, without the layers underneath? Would it feel as freeing?
Her blush deepened as she imagined herself at the next party, her own costume brushing directly against her skin. Would anyone notice? Would anyone…hug her and feel what she had felt with Mia?
The idea thrilled and terrified her all at once.
As the evening progressed, Emily couldn’t shake the feeling of that hug—the warmth of Mia’s body, the softness of her costume, and the unsettling realization that Mia might not be wearing much underneath. It felt like a secret hanging in the air between them, and the curiosity was driving her crazy. Finally, gathering her courage, Emily approached Mia, who was chatting with a group near the snack table.
“Hey, Mia?” Emily said, her voice shaky but polite. “Can I talk to you for a sec? Privately?”
Mia glanced at her, her bright eyes curious. “Sure thing, Em. Let’s head over here.”
The two stepped into a quieter corner of the room, away from the chatter. Mia leaned casually against the wall, her black cat tail draped over her arm. “What’s up?”
Emily hesitated, wringing her hands nervously. “So… um, I was just wondering. Like, what do people usually, you know, wear under their costumes?”
Mia raised an eyebrow and tilted her head with a sly smile. “Depends. There’s no one right answer. Some people wear full clothes, some wear workout gear or swimsuits. Others… well, they wear as little as they can get away with. It’s all about what makes you feel comfortable.”
Emily nodded, feeling her face flush. She swallowed hard and asked the question that had been on her mind all night. “What about you? What do you wear?”
Mia’s grin widened, and she leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “Just panties,” she admitted with a wink. “It’s so much more comfortable, and honestly? It’s kind of sexy. Makes the whole experience more fun, you know?”
Emily’s heart skipped a beat. She could barely process what she’d just heard. Sexy? Fun? Did other people do this too? Was it normal? Her thoughts swirled as Mia continued.
“But hey,” Mia added, her tone light and reassuring, “it’s all about what makes you feel good. There’s no pressure to do anything you don’t want to. If you’re comfy wearing clothes underneath, then that’s what you should stick with. You do you, okay?”
Emily nodded quickly, her cheeks blazing. “Y-yeah. That makes sense. Thanks, Mia.”
“No problem,” Mia said with a friendly smile. “It’s your costume, your rules. Don’t overthink it.”
As Mia rejoined the party, Emily stayed back, her thoughts racing. The idea of wearing so little under her costume felt thrilling, almost forbidden. Would it feel as exciting for her as it did for Mia? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, her curiosity growing stronger with every passing moment.
——
That night, back at home, Emily couldn’t stop thinking about her conversation with Mia. Her words echoed in her mind: “It’s so much more comfortable, and honestly? It’s kind of sexy.” The thought had lingered, teasing her, until she finally found herself standing in her room, the door locked, staring at her fox costume hanging on the back of her chair.
Her heart pounded as she made up her mind. She kicked off her sneakers and stripped down, leaving only her soft cotton panties. Taking a deep breath, she reached for her costume and carefully stepped into it. The plush fabric slid over her bare skin, and she buttoned it up slowly, her cheeks flushing as she felt the snug embrace of the suit with no t-shirt or leggings underneath.
Turning to face her full-length mirror, Emily’s breath caught. She looked the same as always on the outside, but she knew. Beneath the fluffy orange fur, she was nearly naked. The realization sent a thrill through her, making her knees feel weak.
Her hands smoothed over the costume as she twisted to look at herself from different angles. “Almost bare,” she whispered, her face heating up as the words sank in.
The feeling was electric, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. She imagined herself walking into a party like this, just like Mia, hugging people and chatting like nothing was out of the ordinary. The thought made her blush so hard she had to look away from her own reflection.
But the embarrassment was coupled with something new—something that made her pulse quicken. She felt… sexy. For the first time, she saw herself as more than just a shy girl trying to fit in. The way the costume hugged her curves as she smoothed it, and the way her skin felt against the soft fabric gave her a confidence she’d never experienced before.
Her mind wandered to an older boy at the party she met, Sam. He was really nice and treated her as if she wasn’t a total dork. What if he hugged her like this? What if he realized she wasn’t wearing much—or anything—underneath? The fantasy made her heart race, her face burning with a mix of excitement and mortification.
——
The next morning, Emily woke up feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness as the memory of last night’s experiment came rushing back. She couldn’t stop thinking about how thrilling it felt to wear her costume with so little underneath. After breakfast, as her parents chatted in the kitchen and her brother was still in his room, she decided to take a bold step: she would wear her costume with just her panties around the house.
Slipping into her room, she changed quickly, zipping up her costume without anything except her underwear beneath. The soft plush fabric brushed against her bare skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She looked at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and opened her bedroom door.
“Good morning, sweetie!” her mom said cheerfully as Emily padded into the kitchen. “You’re already in your costume?”
“Yeah,” Emily replied, trying to sound casual as she poured herself a glass of orange juice. “I just felt like wearing it today.”
Her mom smiled warmly. “You look adorable as always. I swear, that costume has been one of the best gifts we’ve ever gotten you.”
Emily’s dad, reading the newspaper at the table, glanced up and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that fox character really suits you.”
Emily’s cheeks flushed, but not because of their compliments. She felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement knowing her parents had no idea how much she wasn’t wearing underneath. She moved around the kitchen, pouring cereal and chatting about her plans for the day, feeling the secret thrill of her bare skin beneath the suit.
Later, as she lounged on the couch playing a game on her phone, her brother, Liam, walked through the living room. “You’re in that thing again?” he teased, shaking his head. “You’re such a weirdo.”
Emily rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smirking to herself. If only you knew, she thought.
Her parents, meanwhile, continued to encourage her newfound “hobby,” thinking it was nothing more than a quirky teenage phase. “You’re so creative, Emily,” her mom said later that afternoon as Emily sat cross-legged on the floor, drawing sketches of her fursona. “I love how much fun you’re having with this costume.”
“Thanks, Mom,” Emily replied, feeling her cheeks heat up again. It was strange how easy it was to act normal, even with this little secret. The thrill of knowing she was hiding something right under their noses gave her a confidence boost she hadn’t expected.
As the days went on, Emily began wearing her costume more often around the house, moving freely in just her panties underneath. Her parents’ continued compliments about how “cute” and “creative” she looked only added to the exhilaration. She felt like she was living a double life: to them, she was their sweet, quirky daughter. But to herself, she was bold, daring, and experimenting with something that felt thrilling and deeply personal.
——
It wasn’t long before Emily decided to take the next step. The thrill of wearing her costume with just her panties had become almost routine, and the idea of pushing the boundary further was too tempting to resist. One quiet afternoon, with the house mostly to herself, she stood in front of her mirror, contemplating the decision.
Her heart pounded as she unzipped her costume and slipped out of her panties. She stared at her reflection, fully nude for a moment, before stepping back into the plush fox suit and zipping it up. The sensation of the soft fabric against her bare skin was unlike anything she’d felt before. She ran her hands down the front of the costume, shivering slightly at the thought of how daring she was being.
Emily took a deep breath, opened her bedroom door, and stepped into the hallway. Her dad was sitting in the living room, watching TV. He glanced up as she walked in.
“Hey, kiddo,” he said with a smile. “Still living in that costume, huh?”
“Yeah,” Emily replied casually, sitting down on the arm of the couch. “It’s just so comfy.”
Her dad chuckled. “You must really love it. I think it’s great that you’re sticking with your creative side. Most kids your age are glued to their phones all day.”
Emily nodded, her cheeks burning. She crossed her legs carefully, hyper-aware of how much she wasn’t wearing underneath. Every small shift in the fabric seemed amplified, every brush of the costume against her skin a reminder of her secret.
Her dad continued chatting casually, completely unaware, suggesting a family driving trip next week.
Emily blinked, momentarily stunned by the offer. “Oh, um, yeah, that’d be cool,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Good,” he said with a nod. “You can even bring your costume. We’re happy to support you.”
As the conversation continued, Emily felt her confidence growing. The fact that her dad had no idea she was completely bare beneath the costume made the experience even more thrilling. She couldn’t believe how normal everything felt, even as she carried such a bold secret.
When the conversation ended and Emily returned to her room, she closed the door behind her and leaned against it, exhaling deeply. Her heart was still racing, but she couldn’t help smiling. The experience had been nerve-wracking but also exhilarating, and she felt a sense of power she’d never known before.
It wasn’t just the costume anymore. It was the secret, the thrill, the way it made her feel alive.
Emily sat on the edge of her bed, her head spinning. She knew it was risky, but she couldn’t help herself. The idea of showing up to the next party in nothing but her costume was thrilling in a way she couldn’t explain. Maybe next time, she thought, biting her lip as she stared at herself in the mirror.
For now, she unbuttoned the costume, her skin tingling as the cool air met her bare breasts. Folding it neatly and placing it back on the chair, she dressed in her nightie and climbed into bed, her cheeks still flushed.
As Emily drifted off to sleep, her mind was still racing with the thrill of her secret. Her dreams carried her back to the idea that had been teasing her ever since Mia’s casual confession: wearing nothing under her costume in public, daring someone to find out.
She sat upin bed, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The dream had felt so vivid, so real. She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling the racing of her heart, and as the embarrassment from the dream began to fade, a new feeling took its place—excitement, heat, a longing she couldn’t quite name.In the dream, she was at a party. The room was filled with people in colorful costumes, but the energy felt different—charged, electric. Emily was sitting on a couch with Sam, her crush, his arm draped casually over her shoulders. Her costume felt softer, looser somehow, as though it were barely clinging to her body. She was keenly aware of her nakedness underneath, a thrilling secret that made her pulse race.
Sam leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. “You look amazing in that costume,” he said, his voice low and teasing.
“Thanks,” Emily murmured, her cheeks flushing.
Before she could say anything else, Sam’s hand moved to the front, tracing the line of her buttons. She froze, her heart pounding.
“Do you know what I think?” Sam whispered. “I think you’ve got something to hide under here.”
Her breath caught as he opened the top button. She didn’t stop him—in the dream, she couldn’t. Part of her wanted him to keep going.
The next buttons followed, and Sam’s eyes widened in mock surprise as the curve of her bare breasts came into view. “Whoa, guys, check this out!” he called, his voice loud enough to carry across the room.
Panic surged through Emily, but her body wouldn’t move. The room quieted, all eyes turning toward her.
“Emily doesn’t have anything on under here,” Sam announced with a wicked grin. He stood, pulling her up with him, his hand firm on her arm. “Come on, let’s show everyone.”
“No,” Emily whispered, but her voice was drowned out by the laughter and cheers of the crowd.
Sam undid all the buttons, the costume slipping from her shoulders and pooling around her feet. She stood there, completely naked in the middle of the room, as everyone burst into laughter and pointed. The heat of their stares burned her skin, and yet, beneath the humiliation, there was an undeniable thrill coursing through her.
The laughter grew louder, echoing in her ears, and Emily jolted awake, her heart pounding.
She could still feel the imaginary heat of the room, the weight of all those eyes on her as Sam had exposed her in front of everyone. Her face flushed as she remembered the mixture of humiliation and thrill. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before.
Her breath was uneven, and as she shifted beneath the covers, she became aware of the hardness of her nipples, a dampness between her legs. A shocked blush spread across her cheeks. What is wrong with me? she thought, but she couldn’t stop herself from pressing her thighs together, the lingering sensation from the dream still alive in her body.
Tentatively, Emily raised her nighty and slipped her hand down. Her fingertips brushed against her soaked pussy, and she gasped at the unexpected intensity of the feeling. Her body seemed to react on its own, a gentle throbbing ache pulling her hand to rub herself more. She hesitated for a moment, but the memory of the dream was too vivid to resist. Slowly, she continued, her fingers sliding over her wetness.
A soft whimper escaped her lips as her fingers found the source of the heat building inside her. She didn’t entirely understand what she was doing—she just knew it felt incredible. Her mind raced back to the dream, to Sam unbuttoning her, to the crowd’s laughter, to the raw, electric vulnerability of standing completely exposed. Her fingers moved faster, instinctively, as her breath came in shallow gasps.
The sensation grew more intense, her body tensing as the ache inside her built to a crescendo. She bit her lip to stifle a cry, her toes curling as the wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her body shook as she experienced her first orgasm, the intensity leaving her breathless and trembling.
Emily lay there, staring at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. Her heart still pounded, and her skin tingled all over. She had never experienced anything like that before—such an overwhelming rush of pleasure that left her trembling and flushed.
Her cheeks burned as she replayed the moment in her mind, the feeling of her fingers, the vivid memories of the dream that had fueled her excitement. She couldn’t believe it—was that an orgasm? She had read about them, heard friends giggle about it in hushed tones, but she had never expected it to feel so intense, so all-consuming.
How did I not know it could be like this? she wondered, biting her lip.
She pressed her hand to her chest, feeling the rapid thrum of her heart. The ache and tension she had felt earlier were completely gone, replaced by a warm, contented glow spreading through her body. She let out a soft laugh, almost in disbelief.
But as the warmth faded, a different feeling took its place: a need to feel it again. The pleasure had been unlike anything she’d ever known, and now that she’d discovered it, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Her body already seemed to crave more, her thoughts drifting back to the dream, to the moment when Sam had unbuttoned her costume and left her completely bare. The combination of vulnerability, embarrassment, and thrill had been intoxicating.
She shifted under the covers, her thighs pressing together as the familiar heat began to build again. I want to feel that again, she thought, her breath quickening. She slid her hand back down, tentatively at first, but as her fingers found the sensitive spot that had brought her so much pleasure before, her hesitation melted away.
This time, she didn’t hold back. She let her mind wander freely, returning to the dream and imagining herself at the center of attention, completely exposed, with Sam smirking and everyone staring. Her fingers moved faster, and the pleasure rose even more quickly than before, her body arching as another wave of euphoria crashed over her.
When it was over, she lay still, basking in the afterglow. She could barely believe how incredible it felt, and she knew she was hooked. She wanted to feel that sensation again and again, to explore this new world of pleasure she had stumbled upon.
Her mind began to race with possibilities. The thrill of wearing nothing under her costume, the daring fantasies of being exposed, the electrifying mix of fear and excitement—it all made her body tingle with anticipation. She bit her lip, her cheeks still flushed.
Just then, a sudden knock on the door startled her. Her heart jumped, and she quickly pulled her blanket up to her chest, her face flushing with panic.
“Emily?” her mom’s voice called softly from the other side of the door. “Are you okay in there? I thought I heard something.”
Emily froze, her mind racing. Had she been too loud? Did her mom know?
After a brief moment of silence, she managed to call back, trying to sound casual. “Uh, yeah! I’m fine, Mom.”
“You sure?” her mom asked, her voice full of concern. “It sounded like you were upset. Did you have a bad dream or something?”
Emily seized the opportunity. “Yeah,” she said quickly, clearing her throat to mask her shaky voice. “Just a bad dream. It woke me up, but I’m okay now.”
There was a pause, and then her mom’s tone softened. “All right, sweetie. If you need anything, let me know, okay?”
“Okay, Mom,” Emily replied, doing her best to sound calm. “Thanks.”
She listened intently as her mom’s footsteps retreated down the hall, her breath finally releasing in a sigh of relief. Her heart was still racing, but for an entirely different reason now.
Lying back on her pillow, Emily stared at the ceiling, the moment broken by her mom’s interruption. She couldn’t help but feel a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She had never done anything like that before, and the idea that her mom might have overheard and suspected—even though she hadn’t—added an edge of nervous energy to the memory.
Pulling the blanket tighter around herself, Emily bit her lip, her thoughts drifting back to the dream and the sensations she had just discovered. She knew she had to be more careful, but the craving for that newfound pleasure was already pulling at her again.
——
The day of the next furry party arrived, and Emily’s excitement was mixed with nervous anticipation. After her recent experiments, she’d decided to take the biggest step yet—attending the party completely nude beneath her costume. The thought made her heart race, her cheeks flush, and her stomach flutter with both fear and excitement.
Standing in front of her mirror, Emily buttoned up her fox costume, its plush fabric brushing against her bare skin. She shivered at the sensation, hyper-aware of every movement. She took a deep breath, smoothing her hands over the costume to calm herself. I can do this, she thought. It’s just a secret. No one will know.
When she arrived at the party, the room was already alive with chatter and laughter. Costumes of all shapes and colors filled the space, creating a vibrant and welcoming atmosphere. Emily stepped inside, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt like her secret was written all over her face, but no one seemed to notice. People greeted her warmly, complimenting her fox costume as usual.
Then she spotted Mia across the room, her sleek black cat costume making her look effortlessly confident. Mia saw her too and beamed, bounding over to greet her.
“Emily! You’re here!” Mia said, throwing her arms around her in a tight hug.
Emily hesitated for a fraction of a second before hugging her back, her heart hammering. As Mia’s arms tightened around her, Emily felt her blush creeping up her neck. Would Mia notice? Could she tell?
When they pulled apart, Mia’s eyes lingered on her for just a moment longer than usual, her expression sly but warm. She leaned in close and whispered in Emily’s ear, “Fun, isn’t it?”
Emily’s cheeks burned three shades of red, and she couldn’t muster a response. Mia gave her a knowing smile and then turned back to the party as though nothing had happened.
For the rest of the evening, Emily found herself moving through the crowd with a newfound confidence. She felt lighter, freer, and more aware of herself than ever before. Every hug, every casual brush of someone’s hand against her arm or back sent a thrill through her. No one suspected her secret, but the possibility that someone might added an edge to everything she did.
To her surprise, she seemed to attract more attention than usual—especially from the boys at the party. Sam, in particular, seemed to gravitate toward her. He complimented her costume, his gaze lingering just a little longer than it had at previous parties. Other boys, too, struck up conversations with her, their smiles a little wider, their laughter a little louder.
Emily didn’t know if it was her secret that made her feel different, or if it was simply the way she carried herself now—more confident, more daring. Whatever it was, the attention made her heart flutter.
As the night went on, she caught Mia glancing at her a few times, her expression one of amusement and quiet approval. Mia never said anything more, but her presence was reassuring. It felt like a silent acknowledgment, a reminder that Emily was in control of her own choices.
By the time the party wound down, Emily felt exhilarated. She had done it—worn nothing under her costume, hugged and talked to people, and carried her secret with her all night. As she walked home, her cheeks still flushed from the experience, she couldn’t help but smile. She felt more alive than ever, her confidence soaring as she thought about how far she had come.
——
As the weeks passed, Emily’s fascination with the furry world spiraled into an all-consuming obsession. She spent every free moment sketching fursona designs, scrolling through forums, and chatting with her online furry friends. Her costume became her second skin, and she wore it as often as possible, savoring the secret thrill of her bare skin underneath. But her obsession began to take a toll. Her grades slipped, she stayed up far too late on furry forums, and she became irritable when her family interrupted her.
Her parents had noticed the changes, their initial amusement turning into concern. One evening, after Emily had spent the entire day locked in her room, they decided it was time for an intervention.
“Emily,” her mother said firmly after calling her down to the dining room, “your dad and I need to talk to you. This furry stuff is getting out of hand.”
Emily slumped into a chair, crossing her arms. “What are you talking about? It’s just something I like doing. You don’t get it.”
Her father frowned. “We’re not saying you can’t enjoy it, Emily. But it’s become your whole life. Your grades are slipping, you’re not getting enough sleep, and you’re neglecting everything else.”
Emily rolled her eyes. “I’m fine. I’m just… passionate about it. What’s wrong with that?”
Her mother leaned forward. “Passion is fine, but this has crossed the line. You’re not balancing it with the rest of your life. That’s why we’ve decided on some new rules. Starting now, you’re not allowed to wear your costume or go online in furry communities from Monday through Friday after school.”
Emily’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What? You can’t do that! That’s not fair!”
Her father’s expression hardened. “It’s not up for debate, Emily. This is non-negotiable. You still have the weekends to enjoy it, but during the week, you need to focus on school and your responsibilities.”
Emily shot up from her chair, her voice rising. “You’re ruining my life! You don’t understand! This isn’t just some hobby for me—it’s who I am!”
Her mother sighed, her tone calm but firm. “Emily, we love you, but if you can’t comply with these rules, there will be consequences: we’ll also take away your weekend privileges.”
Emily froze, her fists clenching. “You’re going to punish me? For being myself?”
“Yes,” her father said bluntly. “If being yourself means neglecting your responsibilities and disobeying us, then yes, we’ll punish you. You’re still our daughter, and it’s our job to make sure you stay on the right track.”
“You can’t do this!” Emily yelled, her voice trembling with fury.
“We already have,” her mother said, standing her ground. “This is your last warning, Emily. You have the weekends, but if you refuse to follow these rules, we’ll take that away too. It’s up to you.”
Emily stormed out of the dining room, her cheeks red with anger and humiliation. She slammed her bedroom door and threw herself onto her bed, tears streaming down her face. She felt trapped, misunderstood, and utterly betrayed. How could they not see how important this was to her?
But as her parents’ words replayed in her mind, a flicker of fear crept in alongside her defiance. They were serious, and she knew it. For now, she’d have to figure out how to play by their rules. But deep down, she was already plotting ways to keep her furry world alive during the week, no matter what it took.
——
For the first week, Emily begrudgingly followed her parents’ new rules. She kept her costume tucked away in her closet from Monday through Friday and avoided her usual furry forums, though it felt like torture. She moped around the house, her resentment simmering beneath the surface. But as the days passed, she realized she could find small ways to defy their rules without getting caught.
Late at night, after her parents had gone to bed, Emily would slip into her costume. She didn’t button it up all the way—just enough to feel the soft fabric against her bare skin. She would sit at her desk, sketching fursona designs or browsing forums on her phone, the glow of the screen lighting up her room. She made sure to erase her browser history and kept the volume on her phone low, always listening for footsteps in the hallway.
She also found excuses to check in with her furry friends during school hours. In between classes, she would sneak onto her phone to reply to messages or scroll through posts, careful to keep her screen angled away from prying eyes. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep her connected to her world without risking her parents’ wrath.
To her surprise, following the rules—at least on the surface—had its benefits. With fewer late nights spent online, she was getting more sleep, and her mood improved slightly. Her grades began to stabilize, and her parents took notice.
“You’ve been doing a lot better, Emily,” her mom said one evening over dinner. “It seems like the new rules are helping.”
Emily nodded, swallowing her irritation. “Yeah, I guess.”
Her dad gave her a small smile. “See? Balance is important. And you still have your weekends to enjoy your furry stuff. We’re proud of you for sticking to the rules.”
Emily forced a smile, hiding the small pang of guilt that came with their praise. She knew she wasn’t completely following their rules, but it felt like a small rebellion—a way to hold onto her identity without causing too much trouble.
By the time the weekend rolled around, Emily would throw herself back into her furry activities with renewed energy. She wore her costume from the moment she woke up until she went to bed, chatting with her friends and sketching furiously. Her parents noticed her enthusiasm but didn’t say much, thinking she was simply enjoying the freedom of the weekend.
On the surface, everything seemed to be improving. Emily’s parents were relieved to see her balancing her interests with her responsibilities, and Emily felt a small sense of victory in keeping her secret rebellion alive. But deep down, the simmering defiance hadn’t gone away—it had just been contained, waiting for the right moment to flare up again.
——
Emily thought she had perfected the art of sneaking in furry activities during the week. She had her routine down: late-night browsing, quiet sketching sessions, and even wearing her costume for short periods when her parents were out. She was careful, always making sure to cover her tracks. But one Thursday night, her luck ran out.
It was late Thursday night, after bedtime, and Emily was lying in bed, phone in hand, scrolling through her favorite furry community. She wasn’t wearing her costume—it was too risky—but she was still immersed in her world. The chatroom buzzed with activity as her online friends discussed an upcoming event, shared sketches, and joked about their fursonas. Emily smiled, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she joined in.
Suddenly, the door to her room burst open without warning.
“Emily!” her mom said sharply, flipping on the light. Emily scrambled to sit up, her heart pounding as her mom’s eyes immediately locked onto the phone in her hand.
“What are you doing?” her mom demanded, striding over to the bed. “You’re supposed to be asleep!”
“I—I couldn’t sleep, so I was just on my phone,” Emily stammered, trying to sound casual as she tucked the device against her chest.
Her mom’s expression darkened. “Hand it over, Emily. Now.”
“No, Mom, it’s nothing,” Emily said quickly, her voice shaking. “I was just texting a friend.”
Her mom didn’t wait for further explanation. She snatched the phone out of Emily’s hands with a firm tug. Emily lunged to grab it back, but her mom held it out of reach, narrowing her eyes as she looked at the screen.
“What’s this?” her mom asked, scrolling through the furry forum Emily had been on. “You’re in a furry chatroom? After bedtime? When we specifically told you no furry activities during the week?”
Emily’s face turned crimson, and she stammered, “I wasn’t doing anything bad! I just wanted to talk to my friends!”
Her mom’s lips pressed into a thin line as she locked the phone and placed it firmly in her pocket. “We had an agreement, Emily. No furry activities from Monday to Friday. You’ve broken that trust.”
“Mom, please,” Emily begged, tears welling up in her eyes. “It’s not fair! I didn’t mean to—”
Her mom cut her off. “This is non-negotiable. You’re grounded from all furry activities this weekend. No costume, no online chats, no sketching. Nothing.”
Emily’s jaw dropped. “The whole weekend? Mom, you can’t do that! That’s the only time I get to be myself!”
“You made this choice, Emily,” her mom said firmly. “Actions have consequences. If you can’t follow the rules, we have to enforce them.”
Emily burst into tears, her voice rising as she pleaded. “Please, Mom! Don’t take the weekend away! I’ll do anything—I’ll follow the rules from now on, I promise!”
But her mom was unmoved. “The decision is final. And your phone stays with me for the rest of the week. Maybe this will help you understand the importance of boundaries.”
With that, her mom turned and walked out of the room, leaving Emily sobbing into her pillow.
The rest of the week dragged on, and when the weekend arrived, it was torture. Her parents locked her costume away, confiscated her sketchbook, and refused to let her use her phone or computer for anything furry-related. Emily spent most of the weekend crying in her room, alternately furious and heartbroken.
By Sunday afternoon, Emily was still sulking in her room, refusing to come out or engage with anyone. Her tear-streaked face was buried in her pillow, and she hadn’t spoken more than a few words since her mom had taken away her furry privileges for the weekend.
There was a knock on the door, and before Emily could respond, her dad stepped in. He crossed his arms and looked down at her with a mixture of frustration and concern.
“Emily,” he said firmly, “enough is enough. We’re going apple picking as a family, and you’re coming. No excuses.”
Emily turned her head toward him, her eyes narrowing. “I don’t want to go,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by the pillow.
“I didn’t ask if you wanted to go,” her dad replied. “You’re going. Now, get up.”
“No!” Emily snapped, sitting up and glaring at him. “You can’t make me! I don’t care about stupid apple picking!”
Her dad’s brow furrowed. “Emily, you used to love apple picking. It’s a family tradition.”
“Well, I don’t care anymore!” Emily shouted, tears welling up in her eyes again. “You’ve already ruined my weekend! Just leave me alone!”
Her dad took a deep breath, clearly trying to keep his composure. “Emily, you’re acting like a toddler right now.”
“Then just let me stay here!” she sobbed.
He shook his head. “If you keep acting like a toddler, I’ll punish you like one.”
Emily froze, staring at him with wide eyes. “What does that mean?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Her dad gave her a pointed look. “Keep it up, and you’ll find out.”
Something in his tone made Emily pause. She wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, but she didn’t want to push her luck any further. Sniffling, she reluctantly swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up.
“Fine,” she muttered. “I’ll go. But I’m not going to have fun.”
“That’s up to you,” her dad said, stepping aside to let her pass. “But you’re still going.”
Emily trudged down the stairs, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, and joined her mom and brother by the door. Her mom gave her a small, sympathetic smile. “I’m glad you’re coming, Emily. It’ll be nice to get out of the house.”
Emily didn’t respond, her sullen expression unchanged as they piled into the car and drove to the orchard.
The apple picking trip was awkward at first. Emily lagged behind the rest of the family, her body language radiating defiance. But as the afternoon wore on, she found herself slowly warming up to the activity. The crisp air, the vibrant colors of the leaves, and the nostalgic smell of apples brought back memories of happier times. She even managed a small smile when her brother made a joke about trying to climb the tree to grab the biggest apple.
By the end of the trip, Emily was still grumpy, but the tension had eased. She wasn’t ready to forgive her parents for grounding her, but she had avoided further punishment—and that, for now, felt like a small victory.
——
By the end of the following week, Emily had served her punishment in full. She’d spent the week begrudgingly staying off furry forums and avoiding her costume, though the resentment lingered. On Friday evening, her parents called her down to the dining room for a conversation.
Her mom sat at the table with Emily’s phone in her hand. Her dad stood nearby, arms crossed, his expression firm but calm. Emily cautiously took a seat, her heart pounding as she glanced at her phone.
“We’ve decided to give you your phone back and restore your weekend furry privileges,” her mom began. “But only under one condition: you have to prove to us that you can follow the rules during the week.”
Emily nodded quickly, eager to reclaim her access. “I promise, I’ll follow the rules this time.”
Her mom raised an eyebrow. “I hope you mean that. Because if you don’t, we won’t hesitate to take it all away again.”
Her dad stepped forward, his voice steady but with a sharper edge. “And there’s something else you need to understand, Emily. Your mom and I have agreed on a new rule.”
Emily’s stomach twisted. “What kind of rule?” she asked nervously.
“We’re not going to put up with sulking, tantrums, or acting out during the week, or during your groundings,” her dad said. “If we see you sulking, we’ve both agreed to reintroduce spankings as a consequence.”
Emily’s eyes widened, her face turning red. “What? Spankings? You can’t be serious!”
Her mom nodded, her expression unyielding. “We are serious. You’re sixteen, Emily, and we shouldn’t have to remind you how to behave. But if you act like a toddler, then we’ll treat you like one.”
“That’s not fair!” Emily protested, her voice rising. “I’m not a little kid anymore!”
“Then don’t act like one,” her dad said bluntly. “If you follow the rule, you won’t have to worry about it. But if you sulk or throw tantrums because of this furry nonsense, you’ll face the consequences. It’s your choice.”
Emily clenched her fists in frustration, but the memory of her recent weekend grounding was fresh enough to keep her from pushing back too hard. “Fine,” she muttered, looking away. “I’ll follow the rules.”
Her mom handed her phone back. “Good. We want you to enjoy your hobbies, Emily, but they can’t take over your life. Balance is important.”
Emily took her phone, her cheeks still burning. “Thanks,” she mumbled, trying to keep her tone neutral.
As she walked back to her room, her dad called after her, “Remember, Emily. We mean what we say.”
Back in her room, Emily sat on her bed, her phone clutched in her hand. The relief of having it back was overshadowed by the new warning hanging over her head. The idea of being spanked—at her age—was mortifying, and she vowed to avoid giving them any reason to follow through on their threat.
For now, she had her furry privileges back, and that was enough to keep her in check—at least for the time being.
——
Back in her room, Emily wasted no time slipping into her beloved fox costume. The soft, plush fabric felt like a warm embrace after a week without it, and she sighed with relief as she buttoned it up. She grabbed her phone and flopped onto her bed, logging into her favorite furry forum. As soon as she posted a message in her usual chatroom, notifications began flooding in.
“We missed you!” chimed another.
“What happened? You totally vanished!” a third asked.
Emily blushed, both from the attention and the embarrassing truth she was about to share. She hesitated for a moment, then began typing.
“Ugh, my parents grounded me last weekend. 😩 They caught me breaking the ‘no furry stuff during the week’ rule and took away my phone and costume privileges.”
Her friends flooded the chat with dramatic reactions.
“Your parents are so strict!”
“Furry jail, lol.”
Emily giggled, feeling comforted by their support. She hesitated again before typing the next part, her cheeks heating up as she crafted the words.
“And now they said if I’m sulky or break the rules again, Daddy will spank me. 😳”
The chat exploded with responses.
“Are you serious?!”
“OMG, Emily, that’s hilarious!”
Her closest friend, a fox fursona named Ash, replied: “I mean… if you’re sulky, maybe you deserve it. 😏”
Emily laughed nervously, typing back in exaggerated baby talk. “But me no wanna spanky-wanky! Me a good wittle foxie! 🦊”
The teasing only got worse.
“Better be a good girl, or Daddy’s gonna give you a sore tail!”
“Imagine getting spanked in your costume, lol!”
Emily’s face turned bright red as she buried it in her pillow, laughing despite herself. She loved her friends’ playful teasing—it felt good to have them back, even if they were making her situation seem way funnier than it felt in real life.
As the conversation continued, she felt lighter, more relaxed. Her friends’ jokes and support helped her forget the tension with her parents, at least for a while. But as much as she played along, Emily made a mental note to avoid testing her parents’ patience. The thought of her dad actually following through on his threat was too humiliating to risk—even if her friends thought it was hilarious.
——
For weeks, Emily diligently followed the rules her parents had set for her. She confined her furry activities to the weekends, focused on her schoolwork, got more sleep, and even rediscovered some of her old hobbies. Her mood improved dramatically, and her parents were quick to praise her progress.
“You’ve been doing so much better lately,” her mom said one evening over dinner.
“Yeah,” her dad chimed in. “It’s nice to see you cheerful again, even during the week. Keep it up, Emily.”
Emily smiled and nodded, pleased with their approval, though she felt a twinge of frustration at the continued weekday restrictions. Still, she reminded herself that being good meant having her weekends to enjoy her furry world, and that was worth it.
Then, she heard about it—a special midweek furry gathering scheduled for a Wednesday evening. It was a one-time event hosted by a well-known furry artist she admired, someone who rarely held public meetups. And Sam would be there. The chance to meet them in person (and see Sam) felt too important to pass up. She debated what to do for days, finally deciding to approach her parents.
After dinner, Emily sat down with her mom and dad, trying to look as mature and composed as possible.
“Mom, Dad,” she began, her voice calm but eager, “I’ve been really good lately, haven’t I? I’ve been doing everything you asked, being really balanced and everything, right?”
Her mom nodded. “Yes, you have. We’re really proud of how much effort you’ve put in.”
“Great,” Emily said, her tone brightening. “Well, there’s this really special event next week—just this once—and I was hoping you’d let me go. It’s a furry gathering with this amazing artist, and it’s such a rare opportunity. It’s during the week, but I promise I’ll stick to the rules after that, but this is really important to me.”
Her dad frowned slightly. “Emily, we’ve talked about this. The rules are the rules. No furry activities during the week.”
“But I’ve been so good!” Emily protested, her voice rising slightly. “This is a one-time thing! I’ll never get another chance to do something like this.”
Her mom shook her head gently. “Never is a big word, Emily. I’m sure there will be other chances on the weekends. We understand that it’s disappointing, but the rules are there for a reason. If we make an exception now, where does it stop?”
Emily’s face reddened as frustration bubbled up inside her. “But—”
Her dad cut her off with a pointed look. “Emily.”
The weight of his tone, and the unspoken reminder of their earlier conversation about spankings, made her hesitate. She opened her mouth to argue again but stopped, biting her lip.
“Fine,” she muttered, standing up and heading toward her room.
“Thank you for understanding,” her mom called after her, though Emily didn’t reply.
Back in her room, Emily slammed the door shut and sat on her bed, her fists clenched. She was furious—they didn’t understand how important this was! But she knew better than to push further. Her dad’s warning about “toddler behavior” still lingered in her mind, and she didn’t want to give him any reason to follow through.
Still, she wasn’t ready to let this go. As the anger simmered, she began to formulate a plan. If they wouldn’t let her go, she’d find a way to sneak out. They didn’t know when the party was. She’d tell them she was going to the library to study with friends or make up some other excuse. She’d been so good lately—they wouldn’t suspect a thing.
Emily smiled to herself, her excitement returning. She wasn’t going to miss this gathering, no matter what her parents said.
——
On the evening of the party, Emily stood in the kitchen, casually sipping a glass of water as she rehearsed her excuse one more time in her head. Her mom was tidying up nearby, humming softly, and Emily took a deep breath before launching into her carefully planned story.
“Mom,” she began, setting down the glass, “I need to go to Claire’s house tonight. We’re working on a school project with a group of girls, and we’re starting pretty late. It’s going to take a while, so don’t expect me home until around ten.”
Her mom looked up, raising an eyebrow. “A school project? You didn’t mention that before.”
“It just came up,” Emily said quickly, trying to sound casual. “We were talking about it in class today and realized we need more time than we thought.”
Her mom hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “All right, but be sure to text me when you’re done and I’ll come pick you up. I don’t want you walking home that late.”
Emily had to think fast. She didn’t want her mom showing up at Claire’s in case Claire's mom reveals anything about the party. “That’s okay, mom. Claire’s mom will be driving us all home after, so it’s no big deal, but I’ll text you if there’s a change in plan.”
“Alright dear. Don’t be late.”
“I won’t be,” Emily promised, grabbing her backpack and heading for the door before her mom could ask more questions. Inside her backpack, carefully folded, was her fox costume. The thought of putting it on later sent a thrill through her, especially knowing she’d be wearing it differently than most other girls.
When she arrived at Claire’s house, Emily was greeted with a grin. Claire was a fellow furry and had been just as excited about the party as Emily was. Unlike Emily’s parents, Claire’s parents didn’t impose any restrictions on her furry activities, and though Claire was in on it, her parents didn’t know Emily wasn’t supposed to be attending.
“You ready for this?” Claire asked as they headed upstairs to her room.
“More than ready,” Emily replied, unzipping her backpack and pulling out her costume.
The two girls changed into their costumes, Emily discreetly slipping hers on in the bathroom without anything underneath and then stashing her clothes in her backpack expecting to change back after the party.
Once they were dressed, Emily felt her usual mix of excitement and nervousness. The soft fabric of her costume against her bare skin heightened her anticipation. She smoothed her hands over the fur and adjusted her ears, glancing at Claire, who was adjusting her tail.
“You’re quiet,” Claire said, nudging her. “Nervous about sneaking out?”
“A little,” Emily admitted, avoiding eye contact. “Thanks for doing this.”
When it was time to leave, Claire’s mom cheerfully drove them to the party. The car ride was filled with chatter about the event and who might show up. Not even Claire knew that Emily was completely bare beneath her costume, and the thought sent a thrilling shiver down Emily’s spine.
——
The party was everything Emily had hoped for. The room buzzed with energy as people in colorful costumes mingled, laughed, and danced. She felt a sense of freedom she hadn’t felt in weeks, knowing her parents were none the wiser.
Emily stood near the edge of the dance floor, her fox tail swishing behind her as she chatted with a few familiar faces. Her heart raced—not just from the excitement of the party, but from the daring secret she carried under her costume.
The boys seemed to notice her energy. One by one, they drifted over, drawn to her playful demeanor and the subtle air of mystery she exuded. Sam, the older boy she’d been secretly crushing on, was among them, his wolf costume making him look even more charismatic than usual.
“You look fantastic, Emily,” Sam said.
Emily blushed, her hands brushing down her sides as she murmured, “Thanks.” The thrill of his compliment sent shivers down her spine, heightened by the secret she held. None of them knew just how daring she was being.
Sam grinned, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “So, what’s the story behind your costume? It suits you perfectly.”
Emily smirked, playing along. “Maybe it’s because I’m a little bit foxy,” she teased, flicking her tail for emphasis. The group laughed, and she felt a surge of pride at her own boldness.
As the party began to wind down, Emily found herself standing with Sam in a dimly lit corner of the room, away from the chatter and music. The air between them felt charged, and Emily’s heart raced as she looked up at him, his wolf costume accentuating his sharp, confident features.
Suddenly, Sam leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a tentative, almost shy kiss. Emily’s breath caught, and she leaned into him, her eyes fluttering shut as their kiss deepened. Her hands rested on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath the fabric of his costume.
Sam’s hands rested lightly on her waist, sliding down her back as he pulled her closer. Emily’s mind raced, the thrill of the moment intensified by the secret she was keeping. The soft fabric of her costume brushed against her bare skin, and she felt her cheeks heat as his hands wandered lower, settling just beneath her tail, and his chest pushed up against her boobs.
“You’re a naughty little fox tonight,” Sam murmured against her lips, his voice low and teasing. “Tell me… are you even wearing anything under this costume?”
Emily froze for half a second, the thrill of his words sending a shiver down her spine. But she recovered quickly, giving him a coy smile as she pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes.
“That,” she said softly, her voice dripping with playful confidence, “is for me to know.”
Sam’s eyes widened slightly, his expression a mix of curiosity and frustration. “Oh, come on, you can’t just leave me hanging like that.”
Emily smirked, stepping back and letting her tail brush against him as she turned to leave. “Guess you’ll have to keep wondering,” she called over her shoulder, glancing back to see him staring after her, clearly intrigued and a little dazed.
Her heart raced as she walked back into the main room, her cheeks still flushed and her lips tingling. The daring moment lingered in her mind, filling her with a confidence she’d never felt before. She couldn’t stop smiling, knowing she’d left Sam completely captivated—and that her secret was still hers alone.
As Emily rejoined the bustling crowd in the main room, her cheeks still warm and her heart racing, she spotted Claire making her way over, a curious glint in her eyes. Claire was grinning from ear to ear, her cat tail swishing playfully behind her.
“Hey, foxy lady,” Claire teased, nudging Emily’s arm. “Did I see you… kissing Sam?”
Emily’s face turned three shades of red, and she quickly glanced away, trying to act casual. “What? No! I mean, we were just… talking.”
Claire raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. “Talking, huh? In a dim corner? With those lips of yours looking all… freshly kissed?”
Emily’s hand shot up to her mouth, her eyes widening. “They don’t look… freshly kissed!” she protested, though her tone lacked conviction.
Claire laughed, folding her arms as she tilted her head. “Oh, come on, Emily. You’re totally busted. So, spill! What happened?”
Emily sighed, realizing there was no point in denying it. She crossed her arms and leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Fine. We kissed, okay? Just… don’t make a big deal out of it.”
Claire gasped dramatically, clasping her hands together. “You kissed Sam? Oh my gosh, that’s huge! He’s, like, so cute! Was it amazing?”
Emily hesitated, the memory of Sam’s lips against hers sending a fresh wave of heat to her cheeks. “It was… nice,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Nice?” Claire repeated, clearly unimpressed with the downplayed description. “Girl, you were kissing Sam in a dark corner, and you’re calling it nice? Details! Did he, like, put his arms around you? Was it romantic?”
Emily glanced around nervously, worried someone might overhear. “It was fine, okay? He said I was a naughty fox—”
Claire burst out laughing before Emily could finish. “Wait, he said that? Oh, that’s perfect!”
Emily groaned, covering her face. “Why did I even tell you?”
“Because I’m your best friend,” Claire said, looping an arm around Emily’s shoulders. “And because you know I’ll find out eventually. Seriously, though, you’ve got to tell me more later. I’m dying to know every last little dete.”
Emily rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling as they rejoined the rest of the party. Deep down, she was still glowing from the experience, even if Claire’s teasing made her want to disappear. It had been daring, thrilling, and everything she’d imagined—and she wasn’t about to forget it anytime soon.
——
As the car pulled away from the party venue, Emily sat in the backseat, nervously clutching her costume’s tail in her lap. The evening had been everything she’d hoped for, but now the anxiety of being found out gnawed at her. When Claire’s mom casually mentioned dropping Emily off on the way home, her heart sank.
“We’ll drop you off first, Emily,” Claire’s mom said cheerfully. “It’s closer, and it’s getting late.”
Claire and Emily looked at each other in a panic. They were still in costume, and if Emily arrived home like that, the gig would be up.
Emily’s stomach twisted. “Oh, actually,” she said quickly, her voice shaky, “I left all my stuff back at your place. My sneakers and everything are still there. I need to grab them before I go home.”
Claire’s mom frowned slightly, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. “Why not have Claire bring your things to school tomorrow?”
Emily felt panic rising in her chest. “No, I—um—it’s not just my sneakers. It’s my homework and stuff too. I really need it.”
Claire’s mom’s eyes narrowed slightly, her tone still kind but firmer now. “Emily, it’s late. I’m not driving all the way home and then back here. You’ll see Claire in the morning at school. I’m sure she’ll bring whatever you need.”
Emily’s face flushed, and she stammered, “Please, I really need my stuff tonight. It’s important—”
“Emily,” Claire’s mom said, cutting her off gently but firmly, “what’s going on? Why are you so desperate? Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“No!” Emily blurted, her voice rising. “It’s just… I need my stuff! Please, can we just stop by your place first, please?”
The more Emily insisted, the more suspicious Claire’s mom grew. She couldn’t imagine why Emily would be so desperate about something as simple as sneakers or homework, and Emily’s increasingly frantic tone wasn’t helping.
“I think you’re fine, Emily,” Claire’s mom said, her voice now carrying a note of finality. “Claire will bring your things tomorrow. Let’s not make this more complicated than it needs to be.”
Emily slumped back into her seat, her heart pounding and her face burning with humiliation. Claire glanced at her, looking worried but keeping quiet. Emily didn’t dare say anything else, realizing she’d only make things worse if she kept pushing.
When they reached Emily’s house, Claire’s mom pulled into the driveway and put the car in park. “Here you go, sweetie,” she said with a smile. “Get some rest.”
With trembling hands, she unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed out of the car, clutching the edges of her costume tightly. The soft porch light illuminated her house, making the situation feel even more impossible. She turned back to the car, hoping for a miracle, but Claire’s mom simply waved and said, “Good night, Emily.”
As the car drove away, Emily stood frozen on the sidewalk, dread pooling in her stomach. She adjusted her costume nervously, hyper-aware of the fact that she had nothing underneath. Taking a deep breath, she started up the steps toward the door, praying that her parents were watching tv or something and she could just sneak up to her room without being seen. If they saw her like this, there would be no way to explain her way out of it.
——
Emily took her door key from her furry orange cat purse and unlocked it. Very quietly she stepped inside, glancing nervously at the dimly lit staircase leading to her room. She just needed to make it upstairs without drawing any attention, and then she could change out of her costume and avoid any awkward questions.
But luck wasn’t on her side. She started tiptoeing to the stairs.
“Emily?” her mom’s voice rang out from the living room. “What are you wearing, young lady?”
Emily froze mid-step, her heart sinking. Slowly, she turned to see both her parents sitting in the living room, books in hand. Her dad lowered his book, his expression darkening.
Emily’s face flushed as she nervously adjusted the strap of her furry cat purse. “Oh, um… hi, Mom, Dad!” she said with forced cheerfulness. “My costume, you mean? Oh, it’s nothing—just part of the school project.”
Her dad raised an eyebrow. “A school project? In your furry costume?”
“Yes!” Emily said quickly, her voice rising a little. “It’s for a presentation! We’re studying, um, animal behavior. Dressing up was part of the assignment.”
Her mom narrowed her eyes, clearly unconvinced. “You’re telling me that you’re wearing your furry costume for a school project?”
Emily nodded vigorously. “Exactly! It’s just a fun way to present the material…”
Her mom exchanged a look with her dad, who set his book aside and crossed his arms. “Emily,” her mom said, her tone sharp, “where were you tonight? Were you at that party you mentioned the other day?”
“I told you, I was at Claire’s,” Emily said quickly, her voice trembling. “We were working on the project.”
Her mom’s expression hardened as she stood up. “Let’s just see about that, shall we?” She reached for her phone, dialing Claire’s mom’s number while Emily’s stomach twisted into knots.
“Wait, no—Mom, you don’t have to call her!” Emily blurted out, stepping forward.
“Oh, I think I do,” her mom said firmly, holding up a hand to stop Emily from getting closer.
Her dad stood up as well, his arms crossed and his gaze fixed on Emily. “You’d better hope she says the same thing you’re saying right now,” he said sternly.
Emily’s heart raced as her mom put the phone on speaker. The line rang a couple of times before Claire’s mom picked up.
“Hello?”
“Hi, this is Emily’s mom,” her mom began, her tone polite but laced with tension. “I hope I’m not catching you at a bad time. Thank you so much for driving Emily home. I just wanted to check in about tonight, though. Emily says she was at your house working on a school project with Claire. Is that right?”
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Emily’s heart dropped into her stomach.
“Oh, um,” Claire’s mom began, her voice uncertain. “Well, the girls were here earlier, but they didn’t work on a project, I drive them to a gathering and dropped Emily off afterwards.”
“A gathering?” Emily’s mom repeated, her tone sharper now. “What kind of gathering?”
Claire’s mom hesitated. “It was some special furry meetup, as I understood it,” she said, her voice careful. “Is everything okay?”
“No,” Emily’s mom replied, her voice firm. “Everything is not okay. We’ve explicitly told Emily that she’s not allowed to participate in furry activities during the week, and she knows this. I had no idea she was attending an event tonight, let alone using your house as part of her excuse.”
There was a sharp intake of breath from Claire’s mom. “Oh, no, I had no idea,” she said quickly, her voice full of guilt. “Emily didn’t say anything about that when she came over. I’m so sorry. I thought it was just a harmless outing.”
Emily’s mom’s tone softened slightly, though her anger was still evident. “I understand, and I know you weren’t aware, but this has been an ongoing issue with Emily. She deliberately lied to us, and it seems like she pulled Claire into it.”
“Claire!” Claire’s mom called, her voice rising slightly. “Come here, please!”
Emily’s mom glanced at her daughter, who stood frozen, tears welling in her eyes as the sounds of footsteps came through the phone.
“Claire,” her mom said sternly, “were you aware that Emily wasn’t supposed to be at this furry event tonight?”
There was a beat of silence before Claire’s trembling voice answered, “Y-yes, I knew… I’m sorry…”
Claire’s mom’s voice turned sharper. “You knew Emily wasn’t supposed to go, and you helped her? And you lied to me about it?! And you even managed to involve me in it? Claire, I trusted you to tell me the truth!”
“I’m sorry!” Claire sobbed. “I didn’t know it was this serious!”
Emily felt her stomach twist as she listened to the exchange. Her mom sighed heavily, clearly trying to keep her composure.
“And I’m so sorry again,” said Claire’s mom to Emily’s. “Claire and I will be having a very long talk about this, across my knee! I had no idea Emily wasn’t allowed.”
“Thank you for letting me know, and for handling this on your end,” Emily’s mom said finally. “I appreciate it. We’ll be handling things in a similar way on our end.”
“I understand,” Emily’s mom said before ending the call.
As the phone clicked off, Emily’s mom turned to her, her expression a mix of disappointment and anger. “So not only did you lie to us, but you dragged Claire into your lie as well. And from the sounds of it, it seems as if she’s about to be spanked for her part in it…”
Emily’s face burned as her mom’s next words sank in. “You’re grounded from all furry activities for the next month,” her mom declared firmly. “No costume, no forums, no drawings. Absolutely nothing.”
“But Mom—” Emily began, her voice trembling.
Her dad held up a hand, silencing her. “No arguments, Emily. You broke the rules, you lied to us, and you dragged Claire and her family into your mess. You need to understand that actions have consequences.”
Emily bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes. She had expected to be grounded, but hearing it out loud still hit hard. A whole month without her furry world felt unbearable.
“And let’s make one thing very clear,” her mom continued, her voice cold. “Claire’s mother said Claire will be spanked for her part in this. And if Claire is being spanked for following your lead, then you, Emily, will be spanked double for lying, sneaking out, and dragging her into this.”
Emily’s heart dropped, panic rising in her chest. “What?! You can’t do that! I’m too old to be spanked!”
Her dad’s gaze was firm and unrelenting. “You’re not too old to face the consequences of your actions, Emily. And after tonight, I don’t think you’ll argue that again.”
Emily’s breath hitched as she clutched her furry orange cat purse tighter, her hands nervously adjusting the front of her costume.
“Hand over the costume,” her mom demanded, holding out her hand. “Since you’re grounded, you won’t be needing it for the next month.”
Emily froze, her hands tightening around the front of the costume. “No!” she blurted, her voice trembling. “I—I’ll just keep it in my closet. You don’t have to take it.”
Her parents exchanged a suspicious glance.
“Emily,” her mom said, her tone sharper now, “you’re grounded. Hand over the costume.”
“No!” Emily cried again, backing away slightly.
Her dad stepped forward, his expression darkening. “What are you hiding, Emily? Why won’t you take it off?”
“I’m not hiding anything!” she insisted, her voice high-pitched and shaky.
Her mom crossed her arms. “Then take it off and give it to me. Now.”
Tears welled in Emily’s eyes as she shook her head. “Please, I’ll just go upstairs and take it off and bring it back down!”
Her dad’s patience snapped. “Emily, enough! Take off that costume, or we’ll take it off for you.”
Emily stumbled back, clutching the costume tightly. “No, please, don’t!”
Her mom stepped forward, her eyes narrowing. “If you won’t, then I will.” She grabbed the buttons on the front of Emily’s costume, ignoring her protests, and began unbuttoning them.
As the buttons opened lower, revealing bare skin, her mom froze, her eyes widening in shock. “Emily,” she said, her voice trembling with disbelief. “You’re not wearing anything under this costume? Are you even wearing panties?” With that her mom pulled the costume open as Emily covered her now bare breasts with her arm. “Oh my God! Not even panties? Are you kidding me?!?”
Emily sobbed, covering her face with her hands. “I’m sorry! I just wanted to feel free! It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal!”
Her dad’s face turned red, his voice rising. “You mean to tell me you’ve been running around in public naked under that costume?!”
Emily nodded weakly, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
Her mom gasped, pressing a hand to her mouth. “Emily, this is… scandalous! Do you have any idea how inappropriate this is?”
“I didn’t think anyone would find out,” Emily whimpered.
Her dad paced the room, his frustration barely contained. “This isn’t just disobedience, Emily. This is reckless and dangerous and… and God knows what else! You’ve completely lost our trust!”
Her mom’s voice was cold and trembling with anger. “Claire is being spanked for following your lead, but you are the one who caused this entire mess. You will be spanked tripple. And let me tell you, Emily, you will never forget it.”
Emily sobbed harder, the weight of her parents’ disappointment and anger crushing her as she stood there, exposed and humiliated. The thrill of her secret had turned into a nightmare, and she knew she would be paying the price for a very long time.
——
Emily’s breath hitched as her mom’s next words sliced through the room. “Take the costume off, Emily. You won’t be needing it for what’s coming.”
Her face burned with humiliation, and she clutched the front of her costume tightly, shaking her head. “Please, Mom, don’t make me. Not here, not in front of you both!”
Her dad’s voice was sharp and unyielding. “Emily, stop stalling. You brought this on yourself. We’re not asking again.”
“I can’t!” she cried, her voice breaking. “It’s too embarrassing. Please, just let me change first!”
Her mom stepped closer, her eyes steely with anger and disappointment. “Emily, you’ve already humiliated yourself by running around in public like this. You think this is worse? It’s happening. Take it off, or we’ll do it for you.”
Tears streamed down Emily’s cheeks as she looked from her mom to her dad, both of them standing firm. Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized there was no way out.
Emily’s hands trembled as she allowed her unbuttoned costume to fall, her back turned toward her parents. Her entire body shook with humiliation as the silence in the room grew heavier. As the costume slid down, her bare bottom was revealed.
Her dad’s voice was tight with barely controlled anger. “You’ve been going out like this? Completely exposed under that costume? Are you serious?”
Emily sobbed quietly, the costume now pooled loosely at her ankles. “I—I didn’t think anyone would know,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Turn around,” her mom demanded, her tone icy and unforgiving.
Emily shook her head violently. “No, please, I can’t…”
“Turn. Around,” her dad said firmly. “You’ve humiliated yourself enough already. Don’t make us force you.”
Tears streaming down her face and with trembling hands, she crossed one arm over her chest, her other in front of her vagina with her thighs pressed tightly together as she slowly turned to face her parents.
Her mom’s face twisted into a mixture of fury and disbelief. “Emily,” she said, her voice trembling with anger, “you went out in public like this? With nothing under your costume? This is shameless!”
Her dad’s expression was stern, his lips pressed into a tight line as he stared at her. “Do you have any idea how inappropriate this is? And then to lie to us about it on top of everything else?”
Emily’s sobs grew louder, her head hanging low as she tried to avoid their piercing gazes. “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I didn’t think anyone would find out…”
“Sorry isn’t enough, Emily,” her mom snapped. “This isn’t just about breaking the rules. This is about completely disregarding common sense and decency. And now, you’re going to face the consequences.”
Emily’s dad stepped forward, pulling a chair into the center of the room. “Come here,” he ordered, his voice firm and unyielding.
Emily instinctively backed away, her arms still covering herself. “No, please…” she begged, her voice cracking.
“Emily,” her mom said sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You will go to your father right now. Or I promise you, we’ll make this even worse for you.”
Her legs felt like jelly as she slowly shuffled forward, her whole body trembling with shame. She knew there was no way out, no way to avoid what was coming.
Her father sat in the chair, his face stern and unmoving. “Come here, Emily, quickly,” he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for negotiation.
——
“No! Please, Dad, no!” Emily wailed, her voice breaking, clutching herself tighter as though she could hide from the shame. “I’ll be good! I swear! Please don’t do this!”
Her mother, standing nearby with her arms crossed, glared at her. “Emily, stop this nonsense. You will take your punishment, and you will learn from this. Now.”
Emily whimpered, shaking her head. “Please, Mom… not like this. Please!”
Her father leaned forward and reached for her, his large hand closing around her wrist—the one shielding her groin. Emily let out a desperate, high-pitched sob as her arm was pulled away. For a brief, horrifying moment, she was completely exposed, her other hand frozen over her chest in shock.
But her father didn’t seem to notice her vulnerability. His focus was on pulling her closer, his grip firm as he guided her toward his lap. Emily squirmed and resisted, her legs dragging against the carpet, but her protests were futile.
“No! No! Please!” she cried, her voice trembling with despair.
Ignoring her pleas, her father shifted her into position, pulling her down over his knee. Emily let out a wail of abject humiliation as her bare body pressed against his thighs. She squirmed frantically in a futile attempt to get away, but her father held her firmly in place with one hand on her lower back.
“Enough, Emily,” he said sharply. “You’ve behaved recklessly and irresponsibly, and now you’re going to face the consequences.”
Her mother’s voice was cold and decisive. “This is exactly what happens when you lie, break the rules, and drag others into your mess. Not to mention your scandalous costuming. You should be ashamed of yourself—and you will learn from this.”
Emily sobbed uncontrollably, her now free hands flailing helplessly as she tried to process the overwhelming humiliation. She buried her face in her arms, her body shaking with shame as her punishment began.
The first sharp smack echoed through the room, followed by Emily’s loud, desperate wail. Her father’s hand came down again and again, each strike amplifying the shame that consumed her.
Her mother stood watching, her arms crossed as Emily cried and squirmed over her father’s lap. “Maybe now you’ll think twice before lying and running around like this again,” she said sternly.
Each strike stung her bare skin and her pride, the punishment searing into her memory. Emily wailed louder, the shame of her exposure and the weight of her parents’ disappointment leaving her utterly broken.
Before long, Emily’s wails filled the living room as her father’s hand continued landing with sharp cracks on her bare backside. The sting radiated through her skin and made her squirm desperately over his lap. She kicked her legs, trying to twist away, but his hand on her lower back held her firmly in place.
“Stay still, Emily,” he commanded sternly, delivering another sharp smack. “You will not get out of this.”
The smacks came down rhythmically, each one harder than the last. Her bare skin burned, the sting growing more intense with every strike. Emily sobbed openly, her face buried in her hands as she tried to process the sheer humiliation of the moment.
“This,” her father said, punctuating his words with another hard smack, “is what happens when you lie, sneak out, and act recklessly. You deliberately disobeyed us, and you dragged another family into your mess. This is unacceptable behavior.”
“Please, Daddy!” Emily wailed, her voice breaking. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”
Her mother’s voice cut through her sobs, cold and firm. “You’ve already proven you can’t be trusted, Emily. Saying sorry doesn’t fix this. You’re going to learn the hard way.”
Her father’s hand came down again, the sound echoing through the room. Emily’s bottom was already bright pink, but the spanking showed no signs of stopping. Each strike landed with sharp precision, ensuring that every inch of her skin felt the lesson being delivered.
“Do you think this is fun and games?” her father asked angrily, his voice rising with each word. “Running around naked under your costume in public? Sneaking out to events you knew were forbidden? Lying to our faces? You should be ashamed of yourself!”
“I am! I am!” Emily cried, her legs kicking wildly as another smack landed squarely on her burning bottom. “Please stop! I’ll be good! I swear!”
Her mother stepped closer, her arms still crossed. “Tomato red,” she said coldly. “She’s not getting up until her bottom is tomato red and she’s truly learned her lesson.”
Emily’s heart sank as the punishment continued. Each smack sent a fresh wave of heat and pain through her already burning skin. She couldn’t hold back the sobs wracking her body, her cries becoming more desperate as the spanking went on.
Her father’s hand came down again and again, relentless and firm. “This isn’t just about breaking the rules, Emily. It’s about respect—for us, for yourself, and for the boundaries we set. You clearly have no idea what that means, so we’re going to make sure you remember this.”
As Emily’s wails grew louder, her mother stepped even closer, her sharp gaze fixed on her daughter’s trembling form. “This scandalous behavior stops here and now,” she said coldly, her voice cutting through the sound of Emily’s cries and the rhythmic smacks. “We are going to nip this in the bud, Emily. Do you hear me?”
Emily could barely nod, her face buried in her hands as she sobbed uncontrollably. The heat radiating from her reddened bottom was unbearable, and the shame of being in such a vulnerable position under her parents’ stern scrutiny made her feel utterly broken.
“Answer your mother,” her father said firmly, punctuating his words with another hard smack.
“Yes!” Emily cried, her voice muffled. “Yes, Mom! I hear you!”
Her mother crossed her arms, her tone unrelenting. “Good. Because this reckless, irresponsible nonsense—parading yourself around indecently—it ends now. I don’t care if you’re embarrassed or humiliated. You brought this on yourself, and you will take responsibility.”
“I’m sorry!” Emily wailed, her legs kicking weakly as another sharp smack landed low on her burning cheeks. “I’ll be good! I promise!”
Her father’s voice was calm but firm. “You’ve made promises before, Emily. And every time, you’ve broken them. So this time, we’re making sure you understand exactly what’s expected of you.”
Emily sobbed harder, her voice breaking. “I do! I understand! Please, no more!”
The spanking continued, each swat landing with unrelenting precision. Emily’s cries grew more desperate as the pain intensified, her bottom now an angry, deep red. She could feel the heat radiating through her entire body, and the weight of her parents’ disappointment pressed down on her chest like a boulder.
Emily wailed louder, her voice cracking as she kicked her legs harder. The position left her completely vulnerable, and every smack seemed to land harder than the last, the sharp sound echoing through the room.
Her mother, standing nearby with her arms crossed, watched with a stern expression. “Her bottom is nearly the color of a tomato,” she observed coldly. “She’s not getting up until it’s clear she’s learned her lesson.”
The words made Emily sob even harder, her face burying deeper into her hands as another sharp smack landed low on her tender cheeks. The sensation was unbearable, and her entire body squirmed as though she could somehow wriggle away from the searing pain.
“Please, Daddy! Please, Mommy!” she cried, her voice desperate and broken. “I’ll be good! I swear! Please, no more!”
Her father didn’t relent, his hand coming down again and again, painting her bottom a deep, angry red. The heat was unbearable, and the color stark against the pale skin of her thighs. Emily’s wriggling became more frantic as the sting compounded, tears streaming down her face as she wailed uncontrollably.
“You’ll think twice before lying and sneaking out again, won’t you?” her father demanded, punctuating his question with another hard smack.
“Yes! Yes, I will!” Emily sobbed, her voice barely audible through her cries. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
The punishment continued until her bottom was a uniform deep red, the color vivid and unmistakable. Emily’s sobs had turned to hiccupping gasps, her legs kicking weakly as the last few smacks landed with resounding force.
When her father finally stopped, Emily’s body went limp over his lap, her shoulders shaking with the weight of her tears. As she lay sobbing, her entire body trembled with the aftershocks of her punishment. Her bottom, once pale, was now an intense, uniform red that almost seemed to radiate heat. The deep crimson hue spanned from the tops of her cheeks down to the tender crease where they met her thighs, a stark and vivid reminder of the discipline she had just endured.
The redness was striking, the angry flush standing out starkly against the unmarked skin of her lower back and legs. It wasn’t just the color that told the story—it was the texture as well. The skin appeared taut and inflamed, the heat practically palpable in the air as if her bottom were burning under an invisible flame.
Her sobs shook her frame, her face buried in her hands as she gasped for air between cries. The throbbing pain of her spanking lingered, each pulsing ache reinforcing the lesson her parents were determined to instill. Her legs hung limp now, no longer kicking or wriggling, her energy entirely spent.
Her father rested his hand briefly on the small of her back, steadying her as she lay there, her punishment complete.
Her mother stepped closer, her arms still crossed and her expression sharp. Her eyes focused on Emily’s blazing bottom, now an even, deep shade of crimson that radiated both heat and the undeniable evidence of a thorough punishment.
“That,” her mother said coldly, her voice cutting through Emily’s hiccupping cries, “is exactly what a ripe tomato-red bottom should look like.”
Emily’s sobs only grew louder at her mother’s words, the humiliation of hearing her punishment described so bluntly twisting in her chest.
“That shade of red tells me she’s learned something tonight. And if not, we’ll ensure she does next time.”
Emily could do nothing but cry, the shame of her exposure and the relentless sting of her punishment seared into her memory as her bright, blazing bottom became a testament to her parents’ resolve.
Her father’s voice was calm but stern as he spoke again. “Let this be a lesson, Emily. You’ve brought this on yourself, and if you ever behave this way again, the consequences will be even worse. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Emily choked out, her voice barely audible through her sobs. “I understand… I’m sorry…”
Her mother nodded curtly. “Good. Now get up, go to your room, and think about everything you’ve done.”
——
Emily pushed herself up shakily, her hands immediately flying to cover herself as she stumbled toward the stairs. Her legs wobbled with each step, the sting of her punishment still searing into her skin. She didn’t dare look back at her parents, her shame too overwhelming to bear.
As Emily stumbled toward the stairs, sobbing uncontrollably, her hands clutched at her burning bottom. Her face was already flushed from the humiliation of her punishment, and all she wanted was to disappear into her room and never come out. But as she reached the base of the stairs, she froze in horror.
Standing there, leaning against the wall with wide eyes and a smug grin, was her brother, Liam.
“W-what are you doing?” Emily stammered, her voice trembling as she clutched her hands tighter over herself.
Her brother’s grin widened as he looked her over. “I heard everything,” he said, his tone light and teasing. “And, well… I saw everything too.”
Emily’s heart dropped, and her face turned an even deeper shade of red. “You—what?!” she choked out, her hands instinctively moving to cover her chest and vagina more securely, though her trembling fingers could barely manage it.
“Yeah, I saw the whole thing,” he said, his eyes flicking down toward her exposed body before meeting her gaze again, his smirk widening. “Bare, Em. Totally bare.”
Emily’s arms crossed tighter over her chest as she turned slightly, trying in vain to shield herself from his gaze. “Go away!” she shrieked, her voice breaking with the sheer weight of her shame.
“Oh, come on,” he teased, leaning closer. “You’ve been acting so high and mighty lately, and now look at you. Naked, spanked, and bawling like a baby. This is the best thing I’ve ever seen.”
Emily’s tears flowed freely, her chest heaving with sobs as she tried to stammer out a response. “Please, just go away! Don’t look at me!”
Her brother’s grin didn’t falter. “Why not? It’s not like you’ve got anything left to hide.” His eyes darted down again, and she could feel her cheeks burning hotter than ever. “Man, I can’t wait to tell my friends about this. They’re not gonna believe it—my weird sister, spanked totally bare. And the look on your face? Priceless.”
Emily let out a strangled sob, taking a shaky step back, her bare feet cold against the hardwood floor. “You can’t!” she wailed, her voice desperate. “You can’t tell anyone! Please, I’ll do anything!”
Her brother’s smirk only grew. “Anything, huh?” he teased, crossing his arms. “I don’t know, Em. This is too good to keep to myself. Everyone’s gonna love hearing about this.”
Her legs wobbled beneath her as she tried to cover herself more effectively, her hands shaking as they shifted between shielding her chest and her burning bottom. “Please, I’m begging you,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Don’t tell anyone. Please…”
Her brother chuckled, stepping aside to let her pass. “We’ll see, but I gotta say, this is the best thing you’ve ever done for me, sis. Thanks for the entertainment.”
Emily didn’t answer, her tears beginning to flow again as she bolted up the stairs. The sting in her bottom intensified with each hurried step, and her movements were jerky and awkward, her hands doing their best to cover herself while she practically hopped upward in an effort to escape his gaze.
From below, Liam’s laughter followed her. “That’s one red tail, Em! Bet it’s gonna hurt to sit for a week!”
Her face burned as she quickened her pace, her bare cheeks jiggling slightly with each step. She winced at the motion, the throbbing heat from her punishment only making her climb more difficult. She finally reached the top of the stairs and turned sharply toward her room, slamming the door behind her with a loud thud.
Leaning against the door, Emily buried her face in her hands, her entire body shaking with shame and frustration. Liam’s teasing had been the final straw, and the image of his smug grin burned in her mind as much as the sting in her bottom.
She shuffled toward her bed, every movement a painful reminder of the lesson she had just endured. Throwing herself facedown onto her comforter, she buried her face in her pillow and let out a muffled scream, the humiliation of the night replaying over and over in her mind.
Not only had her parents seen her exposed and punished like a child, but now her brother—her smug, teasing brother—had witnessed it all, and worse, he was threatening to tell others. Emily’s entire body burned with shame as fresh sobs wracked her frame. She had never felt so humiliated in her life.
——
The next day at lunch, Emily shuffled to her usual seat in the cafeteria, her tray balanced carefully in her hands. Her steps were slower than usual, and she couldn’t help wincing as the dull ache in her bottom flared with each movement. She spotted Claire at their usual table, already seated, though not without an obvious amount of care.
As Emily approached, Claire glanced up and immediately grinned. “Took you long enough,” she teased.
Emily rolled her eyes, carefully setting her tray on the table before lowering herself into the seat. The moment she made contact with the hard plastic, she hissed and immediately lifted herself slightly, adjusting her position gingerly. Finally, she settled onto the edge of the chair, her cheeks burning—not just from her sore bottom but from Claire’s knowing look.
“Oh my god, Em,” Claire said, bursting into giggles as she leaned forward on the table. “You’re sitting like you’re balancing on hot coals. How bad was it?”
“Let’s just say,” Emily muttered, her voice low, “Mom and Dad made sure I wouldn’t forget it anytime soon.” She shifted again, biting her lip as another flare of heat radiated through her. “What about you? You’re not exactly sitting comfortably either.”
Claire smirked, though she winced as she shifted slightly in her seat. “Yeah, my mom went pretty hard too. I’ve got a matching red souvenir, I think.”
Despite the awkwardness, both girls dissolved into giggles, their shared experience easing some of the tension.
“So… how bad was yours, really?” Claire asked, her voice low enough that only Emily could hear.
Emily leaned forward on the cafeteria table, her voice hushed but urgent as she recounted the previous night to Claire. “You wouldn’t believe it,” she started, her cheeks already warming from the memory. “My mom was standing there the whole time, arms crossed, making sure my dad didn’t stop spanking me until my… my bottom was the exact shade she wanted.”
Claire blinked, then burst into laughter. “What? Like she was supervising a paint job or something? ‘A little more on the left, honey, not quite red enough’?”
Emily groaned, covering her face with her hands. “That’s exactly what it felt like!” she said, her voice muffled. “She even said, and I quote, ‘That’s what a ripe tomato red bottom should look like.’”
Claire howled with laughter, practically slapping the table. “Oh my god, your mom is ruthless! That’s insane!”
Emily peeked out from behind her hands, her face burning. “It gets worse.”
“How could it possibly get worse?” Claire asked, still giggling.
Emily leaned in even closer, her voice dropping. “I was totally bare. Like… no clothes. At all.”
Claire’s jaw dropped, her laughter freezing mid-chuckle. “Wait. What? Bare? Why?”
Emily sighed heavily, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. “Because they made me take my costume off before the spanking. And…” She hesitated, her face burning even brighter. “And I wasn’t wearing anything under it.”
Claire’s eyes widened in shock. “Emily! You were naked under your costume? All night? Why?!”
“It just felt… free,” Emily mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t think anybody would find out. But my folks were already so mad, and when they realized…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “They lost it. I’ve never seen them that angry.”
Claire stared at her in disbelief for a moment before her expression shifted to one of mischievous glee. “Wait, wait, wait. Back up. You were making out with Sam last night. Does Sam know?”
Emily’s stomach twisted as she groaned, dropping her head onto the table. “Yes,” she muttered. “He definitely noticed.”
Claire gasped dramatically, then leaned back in her chair with a smug grin. “Oh my god, you’re such a mega slut, Em,” she teased, laughing. “You totally deserved that tomato-red bum. Bare under your costume at a party? Making out like that? What were you thinking?”
Emily lifted her head, shooting her friend a glare, though she couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. “I wasn’t thinking, obviously. And thanks for making me feel worse about it.”
Claire just laughed harder, leaning in to nudge Emily playfully. “Hey, don’t blame me. You brought this on yourself, Miss Naked Fox. I’m just here to enjoy the show.”
Emily groaned again, shaking her head, but even she couldn’t help giggling at the absurdity of it all. “I hate you,” she said, though her smile betrayed her.
“Love you too,” Claire replied with a wink.
Emily sighed, her cheeks still burning from the memory as she leaned closer to Claire. “Okay, you want to know the absolute worst part of all this?”
Claire smirked, still clearly enjoying the story. “Worse than getting spanked bare by your dad while your mom supervised the shade of your butt?”
“Yes!” Emily hissed, glancing around to make sure no one could overhear. “Worse than that.”
Claire raised an eyebrow, leaning in with mock seriousness. “I’m listening.”
Emily groaned, dropping her head into her hands. “Liam saw everything.”
Claire’s jaw dropped, her face breaking into a grin of pure delight. “Your dweeb brother? No way!”
Emily nodded miserably, peeking at Claire through her fingers. “He was standing at the base of the stairs while I was getting spanked and then when I was trying to get to my room, butt naked. He saw the whole thing, Claire. My face, my… my butt… my everything!”
Claire slapped a hand over her mouth, her laughter bubbling out uncontrollably. “Oh my god, Em! That’s so bad!”
“You think?” Emily snapped, though she couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips despite herself. “And he wouldn’t stop smirking! He even made comments like, ‘Wow, your tail really got roasted.’ I just wanted to die right there.”
Claire was practically crying with laughter now, leaning back in her chair. “This is amazing. I mean, terrible for you, but amazing to hear. What did you do?”
Emily groaned again, covering her face. “What could I do? I screamed at him to go away, but he just laughed and said he was going to tell his friends! Like, can you imagine the humiliation if that happens?”
Claire wiped tears from her eyes, shaking her head. “I don’t know how you’re even functioning right now. That is next-level embarrassment.”
“You’re telling me,” Emily muttered, sinking into her seat gingerly and wincing again. “I’ve been hiding from him ever since.”
Claire leaned forward, her grin as wide as ever. “You know he’s never going to let you live this down, right?”
“Don’t remind me,” Emily groaned, burying her face in her hands again. “That was the most humiliating day of my life.”
Claire patted her on the arm, still giggling. “Hey, at least you’ll have some great stories to tell when we’re old and gray. ‘Remember that time your dweeb brother caught you with a tomato-red butt?’”
Emily gave her a flat look, though a reluctant smile crept across her face. “Yeah, hilarious.”
Claire smirked, giving her a playful nudge. “Come on, Foxy. If you can survive this, you can survive anything.”
“How was yours?” Emily asked.
Claire winced, her face flushing slightly. “Yeah, mine was pretty bad, too,” she said, her tone a mix of embarrassment and resignation. “Nothing like yours, but still pretty bad. Mom dragged me over her knee right after that phone call. Bare bum. Wooden spoon. At least it wasn’t butt naked. I thought she’d never stop. I still can’t sit comfortably, obvi.”
Emily sighed deeply, her fingers tightening on her sleeve. “I’m so sorry, Claire. I feel awful for dragging you into this. You wouldn’t have gotten in trouble if it weren’t for me.”
Claire reached out and lightly nudged Emily’s arm. “Hey, it’s okay,” she said softly, giving her a small smile. “I mean, yeah, it sucked, but… I knew what I was doing. And honestly? I’d do it again if it meant we could have that night. The party was amazing.”
Emily gave a faint smile in return, though her cheeks burned with the memory of the party and its aftermath. “Still,” she said, her voice heavy with guilt, “it wasn’t fair to you. You didn’t deserve to get spanked because of me.”
Claire shrugged, leaning back slightly in her chair. “Well, maybe not, but I knew the risks. And honestly, it’s kind of funny now that it’s over. I mean, can you believe we both got spanked for you going to a furry party? What are we, eight?”
Emily let out a reluctant laugh, though it was tinged with nervousness. “Yeah, it’s ridiculous. But my parents were so angry. I’m grounded for a whole month—no costume, no online stuff, nothing.”
Claire’s smile faded slightly. “That’s rough,” she said. “You’re really out of everything for a month?”
Emily nodded, sighing. “Yeah. Which is why I need you to do me a favor.”
“Anything,” Claire said immediately.
“Can you let everyone in the group know?” Emily asked, her tone earnest. “Just tell them I won’t be online for a while. I don’t want them to think I’ve disappeared or something.”
Claire nodded quickly. “Of course. I’ll let them know. Don’t worry about it.”
“Thanks,” Emily said, a small smile creeping onto her face. “I owe you one.”
Claire grinned. “You owe me more than one, but we’ll call it even. Just don’t let your parents catch you sneaking off again, okay?”
Emily laughed softly, shaking her head. “Trust me, I’m not taking any more risks. I learned my lesson the hard way.”
The two girls exchanged a knowing look, their bond stronger for having shared the same humiliating experience. Despite everything, Emily was grateful to have Claire by her side—and even more grateful to know she wasn’t facing her punishment alone.
——
In the bustling group chat filled with emojis, memes, and constant chatter, Claire dropped the news:
Claire: “Hey, guys, just a heads-up—Em won’t be online for a month. She’s grounded. 😔”
The chat instantly exploded with reactions.
PurrfectPaws: “Grounded? Spill, Claire. What did she do? 👀”
WolfPackRider: “Daaang, that’s hardcore. What’d she get busted for?”
MeowMingle: “This better be good. What did our precious fox do???”
Claire hesitated for a moment, unsure how much she should say. But then, she decided to let the truth fly—it wasn’t like Emily would see it anytime soon, and besides, she wasn’t going to keep her part out of it either.
Claire: “Okay, so… we both snuck her out to the weekday party last month. Her parents found out.”
PurrfectPaws: “Oooooh, naughty fox. 😏 What happened next?”
WolfPackRider: “Busted big time, huh? What did her parents do? Ban her from everything?”
FoxFanatic: “There’s more, isn’t there? Come on, Claire. Don’t hold back.”
Claire grinned at the screen, knowing this was about to blow up.
Claire: “Well… yeah, there’s more. Her parents were PISSED. And, uh, we both ended up getting spanked for it.”
For a moment, there was silence in the chat. Then the flood of messages started rolling in.
PurrfectPaws: “OMG, you’re kidding! 😂”
FoxFanatic: “Spanked? Like… spanked spanked? Bare-bottom?!”
WolfPackRider: “Hahahaha, no way. That’s next-level embarrassing.”
MeowMingle: “Claire, you better not be lying. This is GOLD. 😂”
Claire: “I’m serious! Em’s dad spanked her, and my mom spanked me. 😭”
The teasing came in fast and relentless.
PurrfectPaws: “Poor lil fox got her tail reddened. 😂”
FoxFanatic: “This is the funniest thing I’ve heard all month. Tell me you both were at least crying like little kids.”
WolfPackRider: “Were you in costume when it happened? ‘Cause that would be peak furry drama. 😆”
MeowMingle: “This is AMAZING. I’m never letting Em live this down. Someone needs to turn this into a meme.”
Claire couldn’t help but laugh as she read the messages, though she tried to defend herself and Emily.
Claire: “Hey, it wasn’t funny at the time, okay?! It hurt like crazy! And yes, we were both crying like kids. Our parents went ALL OUT. But her’s worse.”
FoxFanatic: “Loooool, poor fox and kitty. This is what happens when you sneak out. You gotta face the consequences.”
PurrfectPaws: “I can’t wait to tease Em about this when she’s back. ‘Hey, Em, how’s your tail holding up?’ 😂”
WolfPackRider: “Or just: ‘Hey, Em, learned your lesson?’ 😂😂😂”
The teasing continued, and though Claire felt a little embarrassed recounting the whole thing, she couldn’t help but laugh along.
MeowMingle: “Claire, you’re a hero for telling us this. And Em? When she’s back, she’s never gonna hear the end of it. 👏”
As the chat buzzed with jokes and teasing, Claire sighed, both amused and sympathetic. Emily was definitely in for it when her grounding ended, but at least she wouldn’t face it alone. After all, they’d both been through it together—and now their friends weren’t going to let them forget it anytime soon.
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After what felt like an eternity, Emily’s month-long grounding finally came to an end. The weeks without her furry activities had dragged painfully, each day filled with chores, studying, and avoiding her brother’s knowing smirks. The memory of her punishment still burned—physically at first, and then emotionally—as she tried to piece her dignity back together. But as the days passed, she managed to regain some semblance of normalcy.
On the first Friday afternoon after her grounding ended, her mom called her into the living room. Emily approached hesitantly, unsure of what to expect, but her heart leapt when she saw her mom holding her folded furry costume.
“Here,” her mom said, handing it to her. “You’ve earned it back.”
Emily’s hands trembled as she took the costume, the soft fabric familiar and comforting in her grip. For a brief moment, she allowed herself a small, relieved smile. But her mom’s sharp tone quickly wiped it away.
“Before you run off to put this on, let me make one thing very clear,” her mom said, her gaze hard and unwavering. “From now on, whenever you wear this costume, you will have leggings and a top underneath. No exceptions.”
Emily’s face flushed as she nodded quickly, clutching the costume tighter. “Okay,” she said softly. “I understand.”
Her mom’s expression didn’t soften. “This isn’t negotiable, Emily. What happened last month was completely unacceptable. If I ever find out you’ve broken this rule—ever—your costume is gone for good. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Mom,” Emily said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her mom sighed, her tone softening slightly. “I don’t want to have to punish you like that again, Emily. But you have to show us that you can be responsible. This is your last chance. Don’t waste it.”
“I won’t,” Emily said quickly, her cheeks still burning.
Her mom nodded and stepped aside. “Good. Now go put it away, and remember the rules.”
Emily hurried to her room, clutching the costume to her chest as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. While she was relieved to have her costume back, the reminder of her punishment and the restrictions that now came with it left her feeling hollow.
Once in her room, she laid the costume carefully on her bed, running her fingers over the soft fabric. It felt like a piece of herself had been returned, but it wasn’t the same anymore. The carefree joy she’d once felt wearing it was now laced with the weight of rules and the memory of her parents’ sternness.
She sighed deeply, pulling out a pair of leggings and a tank top from her drawer. If this was the price of getting her costume back, she’d follow the rules. Anything was better than losing it forever—or facing her parents’ wrath again.
——
As soon as Emily’s grounding ended, she eagerly logged back into the group chat, her fingers flying across the keyboard to announce her return.
Emily: “I’m baaaaack! Finally free! That was the longest month of my life. 😭”
The chat erupted with excitement.
FoxFanatic: “About time! How’s life after prison? 😆”
WolfPackRider: “We’ve been waiting for this. Tell us everything, Foxy.”
MeowMingle: “The queen has returned! Spill the tea.”
Emily sighed, already feeling the embarrassment bubbling up as she typed.
Emily: “Ugh, it was awful. I was grounded from everything. No costume, no chat, nothing. And now, I’m not even allowed to wear my costume without leggings and a top underneath.”
The chat went silent for a moment before the replies started flooding in.
PurrfectPaws: “Leggings and a top? Did you not wear anything under it before?!”
MeowMingle: “Em… were you naked under your costume???”
Emily hesitated before replying, her cheeks burning even though no one could see her.
Emily: “…Maybe. 😳”
The chat exploded.
FoxFanatic: “Oh my gosh, that’s next-level bold. 😂”
PurrfectPaws: “You’ve been running around naked under your costume? Em, you absolute madwoman.”
MeowMingle: “This just keeps getting better and better. Tell us EVERYTHING.”
Emily groaned, feeling both embarrassed and amused as she continued.
Emily: “Okay, okay, so yeah, I wasn’t wearing anything under it. It just felt… freeing, okay? But then when my parents caught me sneaking out, they made me take off my costume for my spanking, and that’s how they found out.”
The chat exploded again, with messages flying in faster than Emily could keep up.
FoxFanatic: “And then they spanked you? Like, completely bare? Your parents are hardcore.”
WolfPackRider: “No wonder you were gone for a month. I bet your tail was as red as a firetruck. 😂”
MeowMingle: “You’re officially the boldest and the most unlucky fox in the group. Respect.”
Emily groaned but couldn’t help laughing as she replied.
Emily: “It was the most embarrassing thing ever. I’ve never cried so much in my life. My dad didn’t stop until my butt was tomato red. And now I have to wear stupid leggings under my costume forever. 😭”
The teasing came in full force.
PurrfectPaws: “Bet your tail was sore for a week. 😂”
MeowMingle: “Leggings and a top? RIP to the rebellious naked fox we all knew and loved.”
WolfPackRider: “At least now we know why you disappeared. We thought you were grounded—turns out you were roasted. 😆”
Emily rolled her eyes but smiled as she typed back.
Emily: “Okay, okay, laugh it up. But you have no idea how bad it was. My parents are strict. I’ll never sneak out again.”
MeowMingle: “You say that now… but we know you, Foxy. Give it time. 😉”
Despite the teasing, Emily felt a sense of relief. Her friends didn’t judge her for her boldness—they admired it, even if they poked fun. And after a month of silence, being back in the group felt like a victory in itself.
——
It was two years later.
Emily couldn’t believe it—she was finally turning 18. Her parents, after months of strict rules and monitoring, had sat her down the morning of her birthday with a serious talk.
“You’re an adult now,” her mom said, her tone firm but kind. “We’re freeing you from all your restrictions, but that doesn’t mean you can go back to acting recklessly. You’re responsible for your own decisions now. Don’t make us regret trusting you.”
Her dad nodded. “We’re giving you your independence, Emily. It’s up to you to show us that you’ve learned from the past.”
Emily nodded earnestly, suppressing the thrill bubbling up inside her. “I promise, I’ll be responsible,” she said, keeping her tone steady.
By the evening, Emily was on her way to the furry birthday party her friends had organized for her. She had been looking forward to this moment for months. The excitement buzzed through her as she prepared to get into her signature fox costume in the privacy of her room.
Her hands hovered over a pair of leggings folded neatly on her bed, her mom’s voice echoing in her head. “Be responsible.”
But tonight wasn’t about responsibility. Tonight was about freedom. About reclaiming the thrill she’d missed for so long.
Emily tossed the leggings aside, her heart pounding as she stood in her room, feeling the soft fabric of her costume directly against her skin. It was like rediscovering a part of herself, a secret rebellion against the restrictions that had dominated the past year.
As she adjusted her ears and tail, she glanced in the mirror, a sly smile playing on her lips. “It’s my birthday,” she thought. “I deserve this.”
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The party was in full swing, the room alive with music and laughter as Emily moved through the crowd. She had never felt so free, so bold. The soft fabric of her fox costume brushed against her bare skin, a constant reminder of her daring choice. It was her birthday, her night to shine, and she felt unstoppable.
As she gathered with all her closest furry friends, Claire leaned in with a mischievous grin. “So, Em,” she said, her voice teasing, “since your parents finally let you off the leash… what’s the deal tonight? You going all out?”
Emily smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Let’s just say,” she began, her voice dripping with rebellion, “I’m celebrating my freedom properly.”
Claire’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Properly? Meaning what exactly?”
FoxFanatic caught on and grinned. “Oh, I know where this is going,” they said. “What are you wearing under that costume, birthday girl?”
All eyes turned to Emily, and she felt a thrilling jolt of adrenaline. “Nothing,” she proclaimed proudly, tilting her chin up. “Not a single thing.”
Her friends erupted in laughter and teasing.
“You’re kidding!” Claire exclaimed, her jaw dropping.
“Of course she’s not kidding,” MeowMingle said with a grin. “This is classic Emily. No rules, no regrets.”
“Bold move, Foxy,” WolfPackRider said, raising an imaginary toast. “Respect.”
Emily laughed, feeling more confident than ever. “Hey, it’s my birthday. If there’s ever a night to go all out, it’s tonight!”
Claire smirked, leaning closer. “Well, birthday girl, you do know what that means, don’t you?”
Emily blinked, her confidence faltering for a moment. “What?”
“Birthday spanks,” Claire said, her grin wicked. “And they’re not happening over your costume.”
The group burst into laughter, the teasing relentless.
“No way,” Emily said, her face flushing as she took a step back.
“Oh, yes,” FoxFanatic chimed in. “It’s tradition! And you’re not getting out of it.”
“Better hope you’re ready,” MeowMingle added, winking. “Or that your tail doesn’t end up redder than your face by the end of the night.”
Emily’s heart raced as she tried to deflect with a laugh, but the teasing continued, her friends clearly enjoying her flustered reaction. She had made her bold choice for the night—and now, it seemed, she was about to pay the delightful price.
——
Pretty soon, the room grew louder and louder as the chant started to rise: “Spanking! Spanking! Spanking!”
Emily’s cheeks burned hotter than ever, and she raised her hands to try to calm the crowd. “Guys, come on, this isn’t necessary!” she protested, but her voice was drowned out by the playful cheers of her friends.
Claire stepped forward with a wicked grin, her hands reaching for the buttons on the front of Emily’s costume. “Sorry, birthday girl, this is happening. Tradition is tradition!”
“Claire, wait—” Emily stammered, but before she could finish, she felt the cool air hit her front as Claire unbuttoned her all the way down.
The crowd whooped and cheered as Emily instinctively grabbed her costume as it started falling, clutching it tightly at her waist to keep it in place. With her free arm, she crossed it over her chest, covering her bare boobs as her heart pounded.
“This isn’t fair!” Emily cried, her voice high-pitched with embarrassment, but her friends were having none of it.
“Pick someone to do the honors!” Claire said with a dramatic flourish, gesturing toward the group.
Emily’s eyes darted around the room, landing on Sam, who was sitting on the couch with a teasing smirk. He raised an eyebrow at her, clearly enjoying her predicament.
“S-Sam,” Emily mumbled, her voice barely audible.
“What was that?” Claire asked, leaning closer with a grin.
“Sam!” Emily said louder, her cheeks burning as she pointed at him. “Sam can do it.”
The group erupted into cheers as Sam stood up and walked over to her, his smirk widening. “Well, well,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Looks like the birthday girl trusts me with something important.”
“Just get it over with,” Emily muttered, her face a deep shade of red.
Sam chuckled and sat down on the couch, patting his lap. “All right, over you go.”
Emily hesitated for a moment, her hands still clutching her costume and her chest, before slowly shuffling forward. With a deep breath, she bent over his knee, feeling the fabric of her costume shift precariously as she tried to maintain some dignity.
“Hold still now,” Sam said, his tone light but firm. He grabbed the fabric of her costume at the base of her back and worked it down and parted it a bit more, exposing her bare bottom to the cheering crowd.
Emily let out a high-pitched squeak, her one hand flying to cover her face as she clutched her chest tighter, with the other, her exposed skin burning with embarrassment.
“Eighteen spanks and one to grow on,” Claire called out, and the crowd joined in, counting as Sam raised his hand.
The first smack landed with a sharp crack, making Emily yelp and squirm.
“One!” the group shouted, laughing and cheering.
Sam continued, his hand landing firmly but not too hard, each smack sending a fresh wave of heat to Emily’s already burning cheeks—both on her face and her exposed bottom.
“Two! Three! Four!”
By the time he reached eighteen, Emily was wriggling in mortification, her face buried in her hands.
Sam raised his hand one last time, his voice cutting through the noise. “And now, the one to grow on!”
But instead of delivering the final smack immediately, he paused. Emily tensed as she felt his fingers lightly grip the edges of her costume, tugging it a bit lower. The soft fabric slid down her thighs, parting wider and exposing more of her flushed, bare skin. The crowd’s cheers turned into a mix of gasps and laughter as he adjusted it just enough to frame the junction of her bottom and thighs perfectly. She felt her pussy poking out!
Emily squealed, her voice muffled by her arm. “Sam! What are you doing?!”
“Making it count,” he teased, his tone playful but firm.
With the costume parted wider, Sam brought his hand down in a resounding smack, perfectly centered and low, spanning both her cheeks with a sting that seemed to echo through the room.
The crowd erupted in laughter and cheers as Emily let out a sharp yelp, her legs kicking reflexively.
“Happy birthday, Emily!” Claire called, laughing so hard she was nearly in tears.
When that final smack had landed, it had been unlike the others—lower, sharper, and more centered. The force of it sent a jolt through her, the sting radiating outward but lingering intensely near her pussy and bum hole. For a split second, the sensation made her gasp, her body stiffening in a mixture of shock and something she couldn’t quite name.
The noise of the room seemed to fade, her mind overwhelmed by the conflicting feelings surging through her. The sting burned deep, but there was an undeniable thrill to the closeness, the way Sam’s hand had landed with such confidence. The playful teasing of the moment suddenly felt much more intimate, leaving her face burning hotter than ever as her breath hitched.
“Happy birthday, Foxy,” Sam’s voice came, smooth and teasing, pulling her back into the present.
“Best birthday spanking I’ve ever seen,” FoxFanatic called out, grinning.
“Her tail’s gonna be sore for days!” MeowMingle added, winking.
Emily’s hands clutched tightly over her chest as she scrambled off his lap, her entire body trembling. She tugged her costume back up hastily, her fingers fumbling with the buttons as the laughter and cheers of her friends rang out around her. But her thoughts were elsewhere, replaying the moment over and over in her head, her heart pounding in her chest.
She glanced briefly at Sam, who was grinning at her, his confidence only deepening the flush on her face. Emily’s stomach churned with embarrassment, but beneath it all was a confusing, undeniable thrill that she couldn’t quite shake. Emily refused to look at anyone as she finished doing herself back up, but deep down, she couldn’t deny the strange mix of embarrassment and exhilaration that tingled through her. She gave Sam a glare, but he just smirked and shrugged.
“Gotta make the last one memorable,” he said, winking.
Emily groaned, her face burning as she muttered, “You’re the worst,” and darted off, pulling the grinning Claire with her.
“Claire!” Emily hissed, grabbing her friend’s arm and pulling her aside.
Claire turned with a sly grin. “Hey, birthday girl. How’s that tail holding up?”
Emily’s face flushed deeper, and she glanced around to make sure no one was listening. “What was that?” she demanded, her voice a mix of exasperation and disbelief.
Claire tilted her head innocently. “What was what?”
“You know what I’m talking about!” Emily whispered harshly, her eyes wide. “You arranged for Sam to… you know, spank me. Bare!”
Claire’s grin widened as she crossed her arms. “Well, you didn’t want me to? Because from the way you picked him, I’m pretty sure you did.”
Emily’s mouth opened and closed as she tried to formulate a response. Finally, she groaned and covered her face with her hands. “I mean… maybe,” she admitted, her voice muffled by her palms.
Claire laughed, pulling Emily into a quick hug. “See? I knew it! You can thank me later. Or now, if you prefer.”
Emily let out a dramatic sigh, dropping her hands to look at her friend. “Fine. Thank you,” she said, rolling her eyes but unable to keep a small smile from tugging at her lips.
Claire smirked and leaned closer. “So… how was it? Did Sam live up to your expectations?”
Emily hesitated, her cheeks flaming again as she thought back to the final smack and the way it had made her feel. “It was… memorable,” she said finally, avoiding Claire’s gaze.
Claire burst into laughter, wrapping an arm around Emily’s shoulders. “You’re welcome, Foxy. Happy birthday. And don’t worry—I’ll take full credit for making it unforgettable.”
Emily groaned again but hugged her friend back, the embarrassment of the night fading slightly as she realized how much fun she’d had. Maybe, just maybe, Claire had been right to arrange it after all.
——
As the party began to wind down, Emily was gathering her things when she noticed Sam walking toward her. Her heart skipped a beat, her cheeks instantly warming as he approached with his confident stride and easy smile.
“Hey, Foxy,” he said casually, leaning slightly toward her.
“H-hi,” Emily stammered, clutching her costume nervously. “What’s up?”
Sam smirked, his eyes warm and steady as they met hers. “I just wanted to let you know, we’re going out next Saturday night. No costumes, no distractions—just you and me. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
Emily blinked, her breath catching in her throat. “W-we are?” she managed to squeak, her voice trembling with surprise.
“Yep,” Sam said smoothly, his confidence unshaken. “So, be ready. And dress like it’s a real date. Because it is.”
Her heart was pounding so loudly she could barely think. “O-okay,” she stammered, nodding quickly. “I’ll be ready.”
“Good,” he said, his smirk turning into a full grin. “Looking forward to it, Foxy.”
With that, he gave her a wink and walked off, leaving Emily standing there, wide-eyed and practically vibrating with excitement. She clutched her costume tighter to her chest, replaying his words in her head over and over.
As Claire appeared at her side, grinning knowingly, Emily turned to her friend, her voice breathless. “Claire, he just said we’re going on a date.”
“I know,” Claire said with a sly grin. “You’re welcome.”
Emily groaned, though she couldn’t stop the giddy smile spreading across her face. “This is crazy.”
“It’s perfect,” Claire corrected, nudging her. “Now, you’d better find the perfect outfit. You’ve got one week to get it right. ‘Cause I think someone’s ‘gonna finally lose it...” she said, referring to her as yet untaken virginity.
Emily nodded, her stomach a fluttering mess of nerves and excitement. It was her birthday, and Sam had just made it unforgettable.
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DeleteI don’t get furries. Nothing about them is enticing or arousing to me. Quite the opposite, in fact. But as I read, I realized how I have worn panties under my “costume” of normal clothes and how most people don’t get that either. Regardless of my feelings about furries, Julie of course found a way to draw me in. It felt to dirty and wrong to be reading about an underage girl being stripped and completely exposed. Also discovering masturbation. Now I’m thinking about her brother and how he may have reacted behind closed doors after witnessing his sister completely bare and seeing EVERYTHING. I recalled the shame I felt when I had an embarrassing erection while wrestling with my sister as children. We were both wearing only pyjamas and I was on my back and she was sitting on my face. She didn’t say anything, but she must have seen it. Wow. I haven’t thought about that in a long time! Anyway, I felt so conflicted and ashamed to be aroused by all these thoughts. But it didn’t keep me from cumming. Hard. Happy New Year! - david
ReplyDeleteMe either, really, but I thought I’d imagine myself a teenager getting into it. The most appealing part would be naked beneath it!
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