Ailene’s Afternoon by Vanron
I
We’ll try something different this week: a short story starring Ailene. 2 pictures included.
I haven’t written anything creative since high school and I’m not a writer by any stretch of imagination, so let’s treat this as an experiment.
Let me know what you think. Should I do more of these, or just bury my pen in the nearby forest?
Three knocks on the door. No answer. Ailene knocked again. No answer.
”Where has she gone again?” Ailene mumbled to herself and headed towards the backdoor. The backdoor was fortunately open, allowing Ailene to slip in. The door to Cindy’s room creaked a little as Ailene opened it. Cindy herself was nowhere to be seen. A neat brown box was laying on her bed, covered in tape here and there along with a large white sticker having a company logo and a delivery address. Ailene suspected it was recently retrieved from the nearby post office. The tape on the box had been peeled off so the package wasn’t sealed anymore. Ailene’s curiosity got the best of her and she carefully lift the lid of the box.
”Cindy’s gone and ordered something weird again, hasn’t she?”
Ailene grabbed whatever was inside the box and lifted it out. She let out a surprised gasp.
At first it looked like it was a random mass of golden fur, but Ailene knew better. After a few seconds she had found the supposed shoulders of the mass, and she now held on her hands a beautiful, exquisite-looking fursuit. The suit’s empty eyes stared silently into Ailene’s blue ones. Ailene brushed the suit’s brown hair a little and dropped the suit carefully on the bed. Out of all the bodysuits Cindy had ever bought, this one looked the most high quality.
”She wouldn’t mind if I tried it shortly…” Ailene thought as she stroke the smooth fur of the suit. The temptation grew overwhelming, and soon Ailene began to take her clothes off. She unzipped her red jacket and skirt and folded them on the bed. The blouse and bra followed right after. Ailene leaned forward to remove her black pantyhose, all the while the fursuit was staring at her from the end of the bed, as if begging for someone to wear it.
Ailene now stood naked in the middle of Cindy’s room. She grabbed the fursuit from the bed and opened up the zipper on the suit’s back. The insides were pitch black, a total void beckoning her inside. She sat down on the bed and let her slender feet slip to the suit’s fluffy legs. Ailene stood up and the pads on the suit’s feet creaked a little as they rubbed against the floor. She then pulled the waist up. Her legs were now fully covered by the golden fur. It was just tight enough to give Ailene a slight sense of delight, and having her skin rub against the insides of the suit didn’t help at all. She had hard time containing herself. Her heart pounded harder and harder as she prepared to put her hands in.
Ailene fitted the suits pawns against her own hands. The paws were a bit chubbier than her hands, resembling more a realistic cat’s paw, retractable claws included. She lifted the suit’s chest against her own and looked her new paws. Unlike the rest of the suit, the hands and feet were brown from elbows and knees onward. The tip of the tail also had the same brownish tint. It was the same shade of brown as the suit’s long hair. Footpads now covered her palms and fingertips. Ailene sat down again and grabbed the suit’s head hanging in front of her chest lifting it up. Soons she would be an adorable catgirl from head to toe. She breathed heavily as she hurled the head over her own and started adjusting it. Eyes against eyes, mouth against mouth. Finally she zipped the zipper up. It was easier than she had anticipated with those paws.
Ailene opened up Cindy’s large wardrobe which held all kinds of suits. Mainly normal skinsuits of girls around Cindy and Ailene’s own age, but also characters from different anime series, video games, other fursuits and so on. Too bad Ailene already had a suit on. What she wanted was the large mirror attached to the inner side of the wardrobe’s door.
She gazed into the mirror. A shy catgirl, covered in fur from head to toe, gazed back with it’s wearer’s deep blue eyes. She tried making a variety of emotions and the suit replicated them with near perfection. The suit’s silky brown hair had two cat-like ears pointing out. Ailene brushed the long hair over her shoulders. It was as if the whole suit was embracing her. It reminded her of being embraced by Cindy.
The girl in the mirror seemed really embarrassed, and the suit could even replicate the massive blush which existed underneath it. Ailene sat on the bed, ensnared by her own image. She grabbed her tail and watched as the girl in the mirror stroked it slowly and gently. The girl stood up and made a few spins in front of the mirror, her tail and the long silky hair spinning from left to right. Her boobs, now constricted by the suit, jiggled charmingly beneath her neck.
It was only a moment later that Ailene noticed a small device on the bed. It had probably fallen from the box after she had taken the fursuit out. The device looked like one of those decades old Gameboys with a button or two and a small screen. Ailene stared at the screen with doubt in her eyes. She pressed the buttons randomly, but the only things which appeared on the screen was a line of oriental looking letters. Probably Japanese, she thought. Impossible to read. She pressed the rightmost button once or twice, but soon wished she hadn’t done that. The device let out an ominous beep.
The suit was acting strange. To be exact, ‘strange’ wasn’t precisely how Ailene felt. It was an thorough understatement. It was as if the suit was teasing it’s wearer, getting a feel of every inch of her body. She dropped down to her knees and watched as the golden catgirl in the mirror made sudden squirms and twitches. This was something Ailene hadn’t expected at all, even though she couldn’t help enjoying it.
”Unnnh! What is this suit doing to me…? Mmmh…!” she moaned on all fours and began to drool while the moisture from her breath stained parts of the mirror. The girl’s chest and waist inflated slowly. Ailene thought the suit had adapted to her body quite nicely, but it had apparently changed it’s mind. It now adapted Ailene’s body to it’s own. Ailene had normally a C-cup, but now the suit had padded it to at least E. Same thing happened to her thighs and waist. She looked herself in the mirror, wiped the drool off her chin and couldn’t help noticing how much more mature she looked. Slutty even. The metamorphosis had stopped, but she felt more lustful than ever.
She stood up and inspected her new body. To her surprise, the suit’s tail swung around vividly. She grabbed it again and felt the sensation of the touch on her body. She let the tail go and groped her large ears. She could feel that too. Ailene didn’t like where this was going. It was as if the fursuit was trying to integrate her into itself, trying to make her a cute catgirl for life. Ailene lied down and closed her eyes to calm down. Gathering her willpower, she stood up and reached her hands behind her neck, meaning to open the zipper. The fun time was over, she had decided. Maybe Cindy would let her borrow the suit once in a while. Actually, she could just buy her own. Shortly after, a white paleness creeped up on Ailene’s face, and the suit replicated it perfectly. She should have predicted this.
There was no zipper. It was completely gone. Vanished.
Ailene was completely trapped. The suit had locked her inside it’s warm embrace and didn’t plan to let her go anytime soon. She didn’t know how to feel. The situation aroused her, but also made her feel a variety of emotions ranging from anger to fear. Had the suit bugged out? How long would she be a busty catgirl? An hour? A week?! As if she didn’t have enough problems already, a familiar voice soon resonated from the doorway:
”Having fun, Ailene?”
II
This one’s a bit longer and focuses on slightly different themes.
I don’t know if it’s as good as the first one, but at least the story reaches some kind of conclusion.
Sorry for any grammar mistakes. English isn’t my native language.
”I see you’ve tested my new fursuit, Ailene.”
Cindy leaned against the frame of the door. She had a mischievous smile on her face. Ailene was certain Cindy was enjoying the situation as she tended to have a kink for these kinds of things. Or maybe she just liked what she was looking at. She measured Ailene with her green eyes.
”I… can explain…” Ailene muttered. Naturally she had only excuses in her bag.
”No need! If you like being in it, I don’t mind. You look very cute in it!”
Ailene didn’t know how to answer. Cindy obviously minded, Ailene was sure of it. She liked wearing the suit, but being seen stuck in it… Right now she just wanted to shed her fur before Cindy would sell her to a zoo.
Cindy walked right beside Ailene and started inspecting her from head to toe. She grabbed Ailene’s cat ears and wiggled them around. Ailene felt a sudden rush of ecstasy. It seems the ears were highly erogenous.
”Um… Can you get me out? The zipper kinda… vanished. The controller’s in Japanese and I can’t…” Ailene started but she was interrupted by Cindy, who was still playing with the cat ears.
”I can. Where’s the controller?”
Ailene was surprised the answer was positive. She crouched to glance under the bed. The controller had bounced near the wall. She grabbed it and tossed it to Cindy, who looked briefly at the screen.
”It’s blank,” Cindy blurted out.
”What…? What do you mean blank?”
Ailene checked out the screen and let out a long high pitched whimper. The screen was indeed empty. The sample batteries which had came with the controller had probably died. She kept pressing the power button repeatedly but nothing happened. Ailene lifted her head and looked at Cindy. She felt deep desperation. Like a hostage in a bank robbery situation.
”What do I do now…?” Ailene asked with a tone which was close to a whisper. Cindy looked like she couldn’t care less. She still had this weird smirk on, probably relishing the fact she now had a big plushy to play with. Ironically, this plushy didn’t need any batteries to work. Quite the contrary.
”Do you have any spares?”
”Nope!”Cindy said as a cold atmosphere ascended to the room. It was followed by a brief silence.
”Can you go buy any?”
”I have club activities tomorrow. How sad…”
”Even though it’s saturday?! You gotta be kidding me!”
”Yeah! The stores are probably all closed for today. It’s kinda late.”
Not that there were any stores within a couple of kilometer’s radius. Cindy lived in a middle of a conurbation. Ailene suspected what was going on. Cindy had made her mind. The sentence had been set. Ailene had to spend the night in her fluffy prison, She absolutely didn’t want to go out looking like this, but then again, she would have to go buy the batteries herself, didn’t she. What would people say? She would be stared to death! The whole awkward situation amused Cindy. She was already choosing clothes for Ailene to wear for tomorrow. Ailene had other things to worry about. The fursuit she was trapped in felt weird. It hadn’t stopped it’s quiet teasing, and Ailene’s body was still receiving stimuli from all over. Her boobs, ass, crotch, hands and feet all felt like they were being touched and her whole body rubbing against the suit every time she moved didn’t help. Her breasts were still squeezed by the suit, making her want to fondle them constantly. The more time Ailene spend inside the suit, the more horny she felt.
“Here!” Cindy gave Ailene a bunch of clothes. Black underwear, a top and a skirt.
“Can I spend a night here?” Ailene asked as she folded the clothes on her left arm. Cindy answered positively and descended downstairs to fetch bedclothes.
The clock hit eleven in the evening. Ailene lied on a bed in Cindy’s guestroom. It was hard to get sleep. Ailene wasn’t used to sleeping with clothes on, which included any kind of fursuit. She felt like her tail was constantly in the wrong position, and it wagged spontaneously every time Ailene thought of something happy.
Morning came eventually. Cindy sat downstairs drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. Ailene trudged downstairs still all yellow and fluffy. Her body had calmed down a little during the night but now it started again.
“Slept well?” Cindy asked.
“Bite me! This suit is wearing me out… ”
Ailene had seen strangely erotic dreams last night. The suit was playing tricks with her mind, no doubt. She lowered her gaze to her arms and legs which were all shaggy after the night.
“My hair needs combing…” Ailene muttered. The fursuit’s hair was longer than her own by a significant amount. Ailene didn’t really mind it. She liked having a long hair for a change, but hated tending it. One of the reasons her own hair was relatively short.
“I think something else needs combing too,” Cindy stated and measured Ailene’s ”naked” body with her eyes. She stood up and picked up a hairbrush in the bathroom and started fixing Ailene up. Ailene’s cat ears twitched each time Cindy got close to them with the brush.
“You don’t have to do this… It’s embarrassing!” Ailene groused while blushing heavily. She wasn’t naked or anything but she felt humiliated being treated like a little kitty.
“Oh please! It’s my suit! Of course I want it to be in top condition.”
Ailene couldn’t disagree. She sat in silence as Cindy finished combing her hair and moved on to comb her breasts. Ailene felt her heart beat faster and started to pant out of excitement. A slight whimper came out of her mouth each time the brush got anywhere near her nipples. Her enlarged bosom bounced up and down with the motion the brush made. She enjoyed the experience more than she should have.
“Hmm? What’s this? Did I hit the right spot? I can see your nipples are hard even through the fur,” Cindy teased her. ”I… Nnnh…!” Ailene started but kept it quiet. She thought the hard part was over when her belly and hips were done, but she soon found out her tail was just as sensitive as her breasts when handled with a hairbrush. She stumbled down from the chair onto the floor, drool dripping down from her mouth.
“Ailene?! Are you alright? What happened?” Cindy looked worried for the first time in ages.
“My tail… It’s even worse than my breasts…!”
“Oh? You can actually feel me brushing it?”
“Yeah…! It’s like this whole suit is part of me now… Like it has fused with me…”
“What are you complaining about? Sounds awesome!” Cindy said enthusiastically. Ailene kept quiet.
After much moaning and drooling Cindy had finally combed Ailene. Noon was drawing near. Cindy grabbed her bag and got ready to leave for school. After putting clothes on, Ailene followed Cindy to the front door. She put on the largest sandals of the household, because nothing else fit her feet.
“If you ever get out of that…”
“You sound terribly optimistic.”
“…I’ll let you brush my fur someday,” Cindy smiled.
Ailene let out a laugh. ”Sure!” They left together and planned to separate ways at the nearest intersection. The university and the nearest store were in completely different directions.
“I’ll come to pick the suit up in the evening. Don’t do anything weird in it!” Cindy said looking like she wanted the exact opposite.
“Whaaaat? What kind of pervert do you think I am?”
Ailene deemed it best not to tell Cindy about her rather long bathroom break last night. Was the fursuit machine-washable? Dry-clean only?
Ailene’s tail swung around as she walked towards the store. She had packed the controller to the bag she was carrying so the suit could be unlocked right away when she had batteries in her hands. In her paws, to be exact. The passer-bys couldn’t help themselves watching. It’s not everyday you see a genuine catgirl, covered in fur from head to toe, walking down the street. The golden fur glistened in the sunshine. Ailene decided to cross through a nearby park to avoid busy driveways. She passed through a playground, where a mother with two young girls came to talk to her. She asked if this was a demonstration of some kind. Ailene just replied it was her hobby. That had to do for now. The kids found the cute catgirl and her fluffy wagging tail funny. Ailene didn’t mind and let them pet her while she talked with their mother. Thinks got awkward when the kids started playing with her overly sensitive tail. She somehow kept her expression in check and excused herself.
The store naturally had right sized batteries. Ailene found it hard to handle her wallet with the suit on, but managed to give the cashier a couple of coins. The cashier, an old man, didn’t know what to say. He looked too confused to ask anything. Ailene left the store quickly and opened the battery pack right outside. The backside of the controller had a small clip to open the battery slot, which proved difficult with paws. It took a while, but eventually the cover opened. Ailene whacked the controller and the old batteries came flying out giving room for the new ones. She pressed the power switch and the screen flashed briefly. Ailene remembered the one thing which rendered this whole operation a farce.
She still couldn’t read Japanese.
She would have to wait for the evening and ask Cindy for help. Pressing buttons randomly would only make things worse. Ailene started walking towards her home trying not to cry out of frustration. She still had to endure this provocative suit at least 3 or 4 hours. All the while passersby kept staring.
The front door creaked a little while Ailene stepped in to the vestibule. Was anybody home? Hopefully not. She sneaked towards her room and grabbed the door handle, when she heard a voice from behind her.
“What in blazes are you wearing?”
Ailene turned slowly. The voice belonged to her big sister, Kelly.
“I can explain! This suit is…”
“I know what it is. Were you outside looking like that?”
“Umm…”
Kelly had a hint of anger in her voice, but her expression looked more like relaxed. She was probably trying not to laugh. Ailene didn’t really know what to say, so she explained what had happened with the fursuit. Her sister started laughing.
“Is that the first time you are wearing a suit with electronics and programs included? Silly!”
Kelly snickered.
“What!? I don’t find this situation funny at all!” Ailene shouted back. Her sister was making fun of her as usual. Was this a common pattern among her friends and relatives?
“In these types of suits, there’s a small reset button to stop any running program, so that people wouldn’t get stuck for long periods of time. Works even if the batteries are dead,” Kelly explained while seizing the controlled from Ailene. She pressed a small inconspicuous button on the side and Ailene felt the suit letting go of her. The tail stopped wagging and her body felt suddenly relaxed. Her ass and breasts deflated a size or two. The fursuit was nothing more than piece of cloth on her now, no different from the older models without fancy technology.
“How did you know?” Ailene asked.
“Did you forget I work at the theater? These kind of suits are popular there. Of course I would know,” Kelly remarked while Ailene opened the zipper just enough to let her head slip out. She removed the suit covering her head and gasped for air. It felt so good! Strands of dark brown hair covered a part of her vision. She was finally out. Kelly took her leave and let Ailene proceed with stripping her clothes. She was peeling the suit of little by little. It had clung unpleasantly onto her skin during the time she had worn it, especially around the crotch area. After removing the fursuit and throwing it on the bed, she grabbed a towel from her wardrobe. She needed a bath and badly. The suit kept smiling to her from the bed with it’s empty expression. Ailene couldn’t feel but thinking it looked a bit sad. As if it wanted a wearer inside it. A body to possess and tease. Ailene shrugged and waltzed to the bathroom trying to forget the whole ordeal.
Ailene opened the door to her room with one hand and adjusted her towel around her breasts with the other. Her jaw dropped open. In the middle of her room stood the same catgirl she had been just minutes ago. Her build looked awfully familiar, particularly that bust of hers which she was fondling enthusiastically. The zipper was nowhere to be seen on her back. Her tail swung around as she checked herself out in the mirror.
“Oh! Does it look good on me?” the girl asked Ailene with her big sister’s voice and looked at her with Kelly’s sky-blue eyes.
Ailene shut the door slowly.