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Claire often stayed up late into the night, and when she slept, she seldom remembered what she dreamt about that night.
Tonight was different.
Tonight, Claire found her dream self in a dark space, cast in yellow silhouette. She could feel a lack of clothing on herself as she knelt down on… what looked like a tile floor when she looked. She couldn’t quite tell from feeling.
Just then, Claire felt an embrace from behind. It was warm, and much to her surprise, the figure also lacked clothing. However, she could tell this person was heavier than she was, judging from the feeling of her belly and breasts against her back. Looking down again, not only were the floor tiles larger, but Claire also saw this girl’s arms wrapped around her abdomen, silhouetted in pink. She could feel her own face heat up at the closeness of the gesture…
Then, the hands began to wander.
They wandered up her comparably smaller stomach first, then around her waist to run up her back, causing Claire to shudder a bit. She could feel them come to rest on her shoulders for a moment, rubbing them with their thumbs, back and forth, back and forth…
After a few moments, the hands slowly slid down Claire’s arms, fingers wrapped lightly around their circumference until they stopped at her hands, fuchsia against dandelion. The cow-folk could feel this girl’s body pressed against her back again as her thumbs caressed her palms with that same back-and-forth motion, slowly and steadily. All this touching was getting to her, she could feel tension between her legs. It had started to build as soon as this pink figure had started to press her body and weight against Claire. She gripped the figure’s hands for a moment…
Only for a moment, as she could feel her own hands being moved by those of the rose-tinted shadow. They were guided slowly, towards her chest until she found both sets of hands cupping her own small breasts. She tensed up for a moment as the hands around her own gave them a squeeze, but then relaxed as that back-and-forth motion returned, tenderly rubbing over the fur on her bosom but always stopping right before her nipples. Claire could hardly take it, but she also found herself needing more. Looking down again, the floor had changed to a soft-looking carpet.
Then, the hands let go again. Claire saw one of them gesture for her to turn around. Slowly but surely, she did so, the soft pink hands gently guiding her to do so. Once she’d turned around fully, she felt the figure’s hands gently land on her rump, causing her to shiver once more… she even felt a couple of twitches between her legs. Her breaths grew heavy, but she heard nothing. She shut her eyes, but still saw the plump pink body in front of her.
She looked back up, and saw the silhouette’s face.
To her surprise, the face was… vulpine.
To her surprise, she wasn’t opposed to this.
To her surprise, she wanted to keep this going.
Claire leaned into the vixen’s body, nestling her snout between her larger bosom, wrapping her arms around her wider midsection, and ever-so-lightly grinding against her thigh. As she did so, the other girl grabbed her by the arms and leaned forward, pushing Claire back, until she was on the floor supine. Or, the ground? Now that Claire was looking up, she could see a cloud-filled sky, snowflakes falling down onto the two girls. Despite this, Claire didn’t feel cold.
The fox continued to press her weight onto Claire, keeping the cow beneath her as she let her hands wander again… down her breasts, down her waist, down her hips and thighs… then back up again until she started to lean forwards. She leaned far enough forward that Claire felt another shaft against her own–
Her alarm rang.
It was 11:00 AM.
Her breaths still came out heavy as her eyes blinked open, gaining as much clarity as they could without her glasses. Silencing her alarm, she rolled over in her bed, snaking her hand underneath her pajama bottoms to service a confusing, but still blissful morning wood. As she did, she couldn’t help but think of a certain pink vixen in her life, moaning her name into her pillow.