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This story was written for SHM128III. It contains F/Solo masturbation and F/F semi-public sexual stimulation involving consenting adults. :3

A Summer Escape

It was hot, and it was hell.

In some ways summer was Elise's absolute favourite season, the calmer weather and the warmer temperatures giving the afghan hound a chance to really show off the luxurious black and tan fur of her coat with skimpy crop tops and shorts or skirts that left her long, lithe legs on deliciously full display. She could stroll in the city park or just go shopping, and be guaranteed to turn heads on every street regardless of gender, and she revelled in it. Their attention, their desire, it was glorious. Normally, anyway. But this summer... god, this fucking summer was just too much. Every day the sky was cloudless and the sun beat down hotter than the last. Two weeks ago they'd broken the city record for the highest recorded temperatures this century, and almost every day since then that record had been surpassed if only by a marginal fraction of an extra degree.

Of course, she wasn't the only one suffering in the heat. There were water shortages, reports of people getting hospitalised from dehydration, even some power outages as vital infrastructure elements overheated and failed. But Elise couldn't help the rest of the world, not while she was so miserable, not while she was so utterly and impossibly left at the mercy of the summer heat herself.

"Oh god..."

Elise stumbled and almost fell as she fought to tear off her clothes mere seconds after slamming the apartment door behind her. Her head was spinning after the walk home from work, but though it had taken twice as long she hadn't been able to bear the thought of sitting in a stifling hot taxi and ending up stuck in some traffic with a thousand other overheated, pissed off motorists. She groaned as she pulled off her blouse and bra, as she unbuckled her belt, wincing at even the brief warmth of the metal against her paw-pads, and pulled off her trousers and panties all at once to render herself naked. It did little good of course, though the placebo effect of removing clothes alone granted the afghan hound some small feeling of relief even if the measurable impact was absent. Freed from her attire though Elise's body was faster to move into the bedroom, gurgling in relief as she set eyes upon the portable AC unit attached to the window. She reached it, flipped the switch and...

Nothing.

Her eyes bulged, and she flipped the switch back and forth again. Her gaze darted to the plug, firmly affixed to the wall and itself switched to the on position, then to her bedside table. She groaned in dismay. Her electric alarm clock was blank, no glowing numbers on its face whatsoever. The power was out again, and unless it was the fuses of her apartment alone that meant no AC right now, and possibly none for the remainder of the daylight hours and the damnable heat which accompanied their near endless summer brightness.

"Fuck it."

She growled, clenching her fists and storming out of the bedroom and to the bathroom. She tried to be a good citizen, she tried to be responsible and follow the city directives about water conservation while the state-wide drought was ongoing, but this was an emergency. She needed to cool off. She needed to be free of the oppressive, dry, stifling heat which her lush fur coat kept her locked within even if it was just for a brief while, and the only way she could think of to do that with the power off and thus the AC out of action was a shower. A very cold, very long shower.

Elise stormed into the bathroom and stepped directly into the shower without waiting even a second to test the water first. She twisted the tap to full cold, twisted the other tap to open up the shower's flow, and shrieked as sure enough she was pelted with water that was most definitely cold. Far from being pleasant though, the icy shower almost hurt with how intense of a shock to the system it was. She pressed herself back against the glass cubicle's rear wall to try and escape the majority of it's flow, and shuddered, shivered violently as she cursed every TV show she'd even seen where a sudden rush of a cold shower had granted someone relief from the heat of the day or almost any other distraction at hand.

Slowly of course, her body did begin to acclimatise as the cool water continued to rain down over her front. She still shivered and gasped as she raised a leg more fully into the water's flow, then swapped it out with the other once her fur was soaked through and matted against the lithe limb itself. No longer was it unbearable though, and a short while after that it actually did start to become somewhat pleasant. Yes she was cold, cold to the point of shivering. But that meant she wasn't hot any more. It meant that she wasn't feeling as though at any moment her body would spontaneously combust from being so utterly devoid of moisture and so completely unable to relieve itself from the heat beyond undignified and painfully inefficient panting on her part.

There came a point after about ten minutes when Elise was finally standing directly under the shower's flow, her body relaxing as the tension that had overcome her muscles at the sudden application of the cold water began to fade. A point where she closed her eyes and found herself able to think clearly for the first time in days, to think about things other than making it through the next moment, to think about anything but how miserable she was and how much more effort it took to accomplish even the most menial tasks at work or at home. It occurred to her it had been days since she'd last watched any of the shows she enjoyed on TV. Days since she'd last restocked the cupboards and the fridge, though that was probably a good thing if the power had been out for more than an hour or two. Days since she'd... her cheeks flushed, and her legs pressed together slightly as that particular thought crossed her mind. Days since she had masturbated, the weather too hot, the heat too relentless to allow her to glean any pleasure from getting her body more worked up and strenuous in its actions than the summer sun had already inflicted upon her.

But, now? Now she wasn't too hot. She wasn't too overworked and fatigued just by the mere action of continuing to exist in that stifling inferno beyond the shower's comparably icy walls. Thus, if there was any time at all in the foreseeable future that Elise was going to be able to successfully pleasure herself and not end up slipping into a hyperthermic coma while doing so, this was it. Feeling her cheeks flush despite the cold water rushing over and around her, Elise parted her legs slightly. The afghan hound reached down between her thighs with one trembling hand and brushed it through the fur upon her crotch, the one area of her body where her luxurious long coat had been meticulously trimmed by her own hand. With her eyes still shut, she didn't think about anything in particular as she slipped a single finger between the outer lips of her nether regions. She didn't want to think about another person right now, about any fantasy situation or scenario. All she wanted was this. Reality. All that she wanted was to feel herself free from the heat of the scorching summer sun, and to feel herself cool, content, relaxed and able to enjoy a slow, chilled out and stress free, heat free rise to orgasm.

Her finger grazed back and forth against her clitoris, Elise grunting as she found out just how sensitive it was and her body seemed to realise just how much it had missed this feeling. Not just the feeling of pleasure which accompanied masturbation, but the feeling of being willing, able and eager to partake in that particular type of physical pleasure. The feeling that the oppressive heat of the summer had denied her, but which she had now found a refuge from, albeit briefly.

"O-oh..."

Elise whimpered as she worked herself a little harder, applying a little more pressure to her clit and feeling the pleasure surge in response. Her toes curled, splishing and splashing softly against the cool water pooling around her feet. Her body shuddered, thousands of droplets of water cascading off her soaked, matted fur. She spread her legs yet further apart, switching her thumb to her clit and allowing her fingers to drift further between her quaking thighs, head tilting back, eyes rolling happily as she pushed two, then three digits into herself with a brief bark of gratitude and relief. God she'd needed this. She'd needed it more than she'd realised, and...

A shuddering, creaking sound shook Elise from her blissful reverie, and she yelped in shock as the flow of cold water ceased for a moment, and a rush of air hissed out from the pipes and the showerhead above her instead. Another gush of water followed in its wake, then another pause, and finally, to Elise's utter dismay, the pipes continued to creak and vibrate as the water flow returned but at a vastly diminished rate, and still fading gradually until some twenty seconds later there were mere drips issuing forth from the shower.

"No..."

Elise whined in anguish as she leaned back against one of the cool tile walls of the shower and continued to rub herself, refusing stubbornly to acknowledge that her time in the blissful cool had been brought to a premature end, and her attempts at self-pleasure along with it.

"No!"

She yelped in frustration as she fingered herself roughly, still trembling in pleasure but no longer being excited and stimulated by the rush of cold water, and no longer able to live in the fantasy of herself being free from the heat that even now she could feel beginning to return all around her, pressing in against the cold water clinging to her furred form and threatening to dry her, to warm her with its relentless presence. Maybe Elise could have made herself cum before she got too hot again, maybe she could have enjoyed the raw physical pleasure even if her heart wasn't in it any more, but as she felt the water on her body becoming less of a cool and soothing balm and instead just becoming an uncomfortable mess causing her fur to cling and tangle against itself, the afghan hound bared her teeth and snarled as she gave up, not only forgoing any attempt at an orgasm but resigning herself to the fact that on top of everything else she was now miserably horny too.

For almost half an hour she sat on the bathroom floor upon a pile of towels, not wanting to dry herself off while the lingering moisture on her body offered even the slightest cooling relief against its increasingly moist, sticky discomfort. When finally the heat began to permeate the wetness clinging to her body and to boil her as though she had just stepped into a steam room though, she wrapped herself up in a couple of other fresh towels and rid herself of all possible moisture before spending a thoroughly unpleasant further forty five minutes brushing the tangles out of her long fur, a cost of showering without applying conditioner and letting herself dry off in the manner that she had.

The rest of the evening was, needless to say, utterly miserable. The power didn't come back on until almost ten at which point the worst of the day's heat was over, and even as Elise's naked body sat in front of the AC unit being blasted by the cold air it was little comfort to her. Being cool now offered her little solace having spent most of her evening lying panting and helpless on the couch, or wearily bagging up the various food items that had started to go bad in her fridge while it had been without electricity. A quick glance at the TV when power was restored confirmed that she wasn't responsible for draining the city of the last of its water, a small mercy at least, but that some absolute asshole in a nearby suburb had tried to subtly tap a water main directly to water his prize winning garden, and in doing so had cracked one of the central pipes that led from the city's main reservoir to the city itself. It would take two days to be fixed, and until then over fifty thousand people would be without water to their homes and businesses.

By midnight the heat had finally started to dissipate somewhat, though the night was still far from anything that could be called remotely cool, and Elise went to bed as she had every night for the last fortnight. Lying nude atop her sheets, squirming, shuffling, uncomfortable and restless while she tried not to obsess over everything that she had to do the next day and how much worse, how much harder it would be to do in this damnable heat. When finally she did fall asleep at around 2am, her sleep was restless and broken, and when her phone chimed at seven to waken her for work once again the afghan hound almost howled in frustration as the first thing she noticed upon waking up was of course how fucking dry, hot and bright it already was as the morning sunlight shone in through her bedroom window.

When her phone rang at 8am to let her know that work was closed for the day due to the lack of water meaning they couldn't operate according to city health and safety legislation, Elise didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Sure it meant she was freed from all the hellish heat-drained responsibilities that she had spent last night worrying about getting done, but it also meant she had a day, a whole day free in which to... to do what? Sit here and stew, try to sleep and fail as it got hotter and hotter? To go shopping for food only for the power to go out again? The options were limitless, and all as abysmally frustrating and unpalatable as the rest.

Eventually she settled on trying to go for a walk at the local park. There was a boating lake there where she could sit on its banks and dip her feet in the water if it wasn't already crowded with other people who had come up with the same idea, and there were trees sheltering a good section of the path that offered just as much shade as any building while not containing and magnifying the heat in the same way that glass and concrete were so damnably adept at. She pulled on her absolute skimpiest spaghetti strapped crop-top, not even bothering with a bra as the idea of anything remotely skintight and clinging to any part of her body in this heat made her itch with pre-emptive discomfort, and a loose flowing skirt with a soft, silky thong beneath it. On any other day than this she would have felt sexy as hell, perhaps even a little overly provocative wearing such an outfit to a public place. But right now this wasn't about making anyone look at her or feel a particular way about her. This was about staying cool in any tiny way she could, and short of going outside stark naked this outfit felt like the absolute best that Elise could do.

No sooner had Elise escaped the rapidly building heat within her apartment and stepped out onto the sidewalk of course, she realised there was one substantial flaw in her plan. In order to get to the park, she had to walk to the park, and though it was barely ten in the morning the sun was already beating down over the city with such intensity that the concrete slabs of the sidewalk almost hurt the pads of her feet with how hot they were to walk upon. She didn't even dare test the asphalt of the road itself, looking like it could start to melt at any moment, which in various patches around the city she knew that it had in fact begun to do over the last week or so. Frustrating as that initial walk in the unfettered heat might have been though, the afghan hound made it anyway. It was that or go back inside and wait to be cooked like a thanksgiving turkey in her apartment if the power went out or if the AC unit simply failed, and at least this way Elise knew that there was some hope of even the most marginal relief at the end of the walk, rather than the simple resignation to her miserable fate that would surely accompany a return home.

Elise made it to the park in around fifteen minutes, panting, whining under her breath as she felt herself being baked by the morning sun inside her fur, but she never did make it to the lake. She never even made it to the tree covered section of the park's pathway which began just a few hundred metres in after some open grassland, most of it now somewhat golden and dried up since the park's sprinkler systems had been off limits due to the water shortage even before the pipe failure that had rendered this district of the city all but barren. She stopped at that first section of grass, and found herself staring wide eyed out onto it at the most insane, impossible thing she had seen in weeks. There were two dogs on the grass, anthros like her but of a different breed, a pair of poodles. They were both dressed in form-fitting lycra tops which if not actual sports bras were designed with a similar athletic purpose in mind, and similar shorts, but nothing more. And despite the heat of the day, despite the unreasonable warmth that had rendered all but the most lightly furred mammals almost as miserable as Elise, the poodles were running.

They were running, giggling to one another, calling out happily, playing as they tossed a frisbee gleefully back and forth, clearly thrilled to have so much space to themselves. Elise must have been watching them for at least a minute before one of them looked over and saw her, and even then she lingered for long enough that a short while later one of the two poodles caught the frisbee but held onto it rather than tossing it back, then turning towards the edge of the grass and beginning to jog up to where the afghan hound was standing.

"Hi!"

Despite panting with the obvious exertion of her exercise, the ginger poodle who bore fur only around her wrists and ankles, the top of her head, ears and the tip of her tail greeted Elise with a gleeful, energetic smile and a wave of the hand not holding the frisbee.

"Sorry if you were just looking, but... you wanna join us? Always room for one more!"

The other poodle, her white fur clipped similarly though with only a sharp landing strip of fur remaining atop her head and dyed a vivid blue, trotted up soon after and flung an arm around her companion's shoulder. Her skin was deeper than the other poodle's, more tanned as though she had kept her fur clipped in that manner for longer. They both looked incredible though. So lean, so exposed and lithe and free, but above all else, they looked... well, not cool, they'd clearly been running around for a while, but they looked as though the heat wasn't ruining their day in the slightest.

Elise shook her head gratefully, and tried to think of a way to explain that she hadn't been watching their game, that she was just watching them which didn't sound supremely creepy. In the end she cleared her throat and settled for the only way she could think of to explain herself.

"No, thank you. It's way too hot for me to be running around like that. Actually, that's kinda why I stopped and looked. You guys are acting like the heat doesn't bother you at all."

The poodles looked at one another, then at Elise as though only just realising exactly how lush and thick her long fur was. They smiled apologetically, almost pitifully at her, though in the most well meaning manner possible. The ginger furred poodle nodded to her once again.

"Y'know, I know the stereotype is that poodles like us are way too into our looks and that's why we're the ones who spring for the crazy fur trimming and styling. But... I think you'd really suit it, too. I hope you don't mind me saying that. And, well, in this weather it really does help. It makes the heat pleasant rather than unbearable. Feeling the sun on your bare skin..."

The poodle rubbed her bare fingers across her equally bare, perfectly smooth stomach, sighing happily and blushing a little as her blue haired companion giggled and kissed her on the side of the neck.

"She's right, y'know. About it feeling great, so freeing and cooling in this kinda weather, and about it looking good on you. I've seen greyhounds, collies, even g-sheps get clipped before, and they all pulled it off. But you? God, with legs like yours and a body like that... h-hey!"

The blue haired dog yelped as her companion's eyes widened and she playfully elbowed her in the gut. They growled at each other in obviously faux-anger, and giggled as they took one another's hands in their own and rubbed noses gently before simultaneously turning their heads back to the panting, slowly baking afghan beside them.

"Unsubtle and thoroughly inappropriate physical comments aside, what I'm sure my beloved wife meant to say was that she agrees with my recommendation. I know it might not be for you, hell, we don't know you from Eve! But if you're tired of boiling inside your own fur every summer or just this one in particular? It might be worth keeping in mind."

Before the overheated afghan could truly parse everything that was being said to her, one of the poodles was darting over to a rucksack they'd laid out on the grass nearby with some water bottles and a few other bits and pieces. Amongst them was a notepad and pen, and soon Elise found a piece of that paper being pressed into her hands with an address written upon it. She smiled and nodded to the two poodles, still spending much of her time with her eyes wandering over their bare skin, so smooth and flawless and almost shining in the late morning sun. By the time they bid her a fond farewell and good luck though, and darted off back onto the grass to continue throwing the frisbee back and forth as though the mere act of standing in the sunshine for all that time had done nothing to diminish their strength as it had for Elise, the heavily furred canine found herself not continuing on the route she had intended, but turning back and heading out of the park gates once more.

The sun raged down at her, mocking Elise's decision to grow out and maintain her fur so pristinely for as long as she had while one of the poodles' last comments to her rang in her slowly roasting mind over and over again.

"Worst comes to the worst, it'll grow back..."

She considered that truth from both sides. The idea that the worst could indeed come to the worst and that her beautiful fur would be hacked and mangled in a manner that would take her years to re-grow into anything remotely resembling fashion or elegance as it was now. But also the knowledge that whatever happened if she did do as the poodles had suggested and rid herself of even a little fur for the summer, something that might have seemed obvious to so many mammals but to her was a revelatory idea in itself, it would only be temporary. Or, of course, there was a third option. That it wouldn't go wrong, and that in fact Elise would come to enjoy the feeling of her new trimmed state so much she would keep it that way.

Even though a mixture of those thoughts raced through her head as the afghan hound walked rather aimlessly while staring down at that note, it must have been that latter thought which was most prominent of the three. Not only because she kept imagining how much cooler it would be to feel the sun upon her skin rather than worming its way through layer upon layer of insulating fur, but primarily because the next time the dog found herself stopping in her tracks, it was with a purposeful intent that confused her heat-addled mind for a moment. Just for a moment though, until she looked up at the name of the shop-front in which she had stopped, and giggled softly to herself.

She looked down at the note in her hand, then back up at the shop's signage once again. They read the same thing, though one in hastily scrawled handwriting and the other in beautiful crisp black lettering with a golden trim.

'Shear Perfection. Trimming, clipping and shaving specialists.'

A moment later, with her desire to be rid of this heat guiding her above all other concerns, Elise found herself opening the door to the salon's interior and almost whimpering in pure bliss as a wave of cool, conditioned air washed over her accompanied by the gentle scent of rosewater and some other gently sweet, fragrant aromas. She all but stumbled inside, closing the door behind her and closing her eyes as she bathed in the relief of no longer being out there in the ravaging heat of the day. Her opportunity to rest alone didn't last long though, for just moments later a voice lilted with an ever so slight accent that made the diction of every word somehow crisper and more lively addressed her from close by.

"Good morning, what can we help you with today?"

The afghan hound forced her eyes open, and she smiled as she regarded a woman with long almost rabbit-like ears but legs as strong and powerful as those of a kangaroo, albeit mostly devoid of fur. Her body was coated in golden fur where it wasn't clad in a beautiful crisp white uniform, all except for the lengths of her arms where the fur had been delicately, intricately trimmed into sweeping, serpentine patterns that might have just been aesthetically pleasing or may have belonged to some culture of which Elise was embarrassingly unaware.

"O-oh... uh, hi."

The dog smiled and cleared her throat, pulling her head back together and realising that she would actually have to communicate what she wanted rather than just hoping for it to miraculously occur.

"I don't know if this might require an appointment given my... well..."

She looked down at herself. At her fur. All her fur that had taken her so long to grow and so many hours each week to care for and pamper. All her fur that had caused her so much grief in this heat, the scorching heat still waiting for her right outside the salon door even now.

"...my fur. But, I was hoping I could get something done to take a little of the volume off. To help me better deal with the heat."

Nodding warmly, the jerboa padded over to a small desk and plucked a leather bound book from its surface. She scanned it and smiled.

"We've had a few cancellations today due to the power and water disruptions in the next district. thankfully our water is drawn from a different source, we're just a few blocks over the line. So, I dare say my team should be able to suit your needs whatever they may be. If a trim is all you wish though, that's no trouble at all."

The jerboa continued to smile, but she tilted her head as she saw the dog shuffle from foot to foot nervously, as though not entirely sure how to say whatever it is that she was thinking.

"Unless of course it is more than a trim that you're looking for. A close clipping perhaps?"

More shuffling, the salon manager's eyes widened.

"Or, a shaving? Please, speak freely. This place is..."

Her voice trailed off for a moment, and she sighed.

"This place might seem like it is for the fashion conscious, for people who want to look a certain way and fit in with all the latest trends, and truth be told we are more than happy to oblige those people if that is what they want. But, I assure you none of my staff got into this profession so they could give the seventieth woman this week that one haircut that one actress wears in that one new blockbuster romance movie. We have no expectations of how any client of ours should look when they come in here, or how they may want to look when they leave. What matters to us is that you arrive with a desire to see something you think we can help change, and that when you leave, you have achieved that to your delight and satisfaction. Nothing more. Nothing less."

Her words seemed to relax the afghan hound at least a little, because a few moments later Elise spoke up once again.

"I... I met these two women. A couple. Poodles, actually. They told me to come here, and... they had... their fur, I mean, what little was left, they looked so... so free. So light. So cool. I want that."

She glanced back at the doorway, closed but still with the bright sunlight shining in through a glass panel within its structure. The afghan hound shuddered and looked back at the jerboa with a pleading whimper.

"I need that. Can... can you do that? With fur like mine, and... without an appointment?"

The salon manager giggled, and looked Elise up and down for just a moment before beaming and nodding to the obviously desperate, worried looking dog.

"I know just the two you mean, two of my absolute favourite customers. Definitely not here for the so called 'latest fashion', though they pull off their own look spectacularly I'm sure you agree. But, yes. Yes, we can give you a cut very similar to theirs while making it suit your own fur-type. The only thing I should let you know is that it does require some... well, some rather intimate access, as the shaving includes everything around the midsection, and the chest."

It was hard to tell given the circumstances whether such an idea would normally have concerned Elise enough to change her mind. In this particular situation however with the threat of the raging summer sun just outside the door if she decided to do anything but go ahead with things right away, all the dog could do was nod hurriedly in affirmation.

"I understand, and... that's fine. Really. So, you can do it then? You can cut it off?"

She ran a hand through the long fur of her bare, exposed stomach, once her pride and joy but now increasingly nothing more than a thermal blanket causing her untold amounts of frustration. Her gaze dropped to her furred form for a moment, then back up to the jerboa with even greater urgency.

"You can cut it all off? Now?"

The salon manager giggled at the other woman's enthusiasm, and nodded gently as she reached out and placed a hand upon the side of Elise's arm. A hand whose flesh was soft and gentle, and which to Elise's relief and delight was not icy cold to the touch nor boiling hot, but perfectly, pleasantly cool and soothing just like the air of this place still gently swirling around them.

"We can. And we will. Now, please. Come this way and I'll introduce you to my team. Oh, and... if I may ask, how would you prefer we address you while we work? It will be quite a lengthy treatment, after all."

Elise beamed and nodded as she allowed herself to be led past several rather standard looking hairdressing chairs, beyond some shelves containing various high end beauty products, and towards a door at the rear of the room marked a private studios, obviously a necessity when performing treatments that required partial or in her case probably full nudity to accomplish.

"I'm Elise. A-and... thank you for this in advance. Thank you so much."

The jerboa just continued to smile gently back at the dog, and nodded graciously as she opened the door, ushered Elise through, and followed behind in her wake.

"You are most welcome, Elise. But please, save your gratitude for my team. Making your hopes a reality will be a group effort, far from mine alone. I'll introduce you to them all in due time of course, but for now... I'm Huian, and while you are in my establishment I will ensure that your trust and gratitude are not in the slightest bit misplaced."

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Barely ten minutes later, Elise sat naked in the most comfortable chair she had ever known. So comfortable that she could barely find the space in her brain over marvelling at how rested and relaxed she felt to be embarrassed that the chair's separate rests for her feet had her legs spread wide enough apart that she could feel her nether regions exposed to the cool open air. It felt wonderful of course, the air conditioned breeze upon her pussy, but wonderful in a way that was a little too pleasant for the situation. She could already feel her nipples stiffening as Huian explained to her team what was being asked of them, slipping between English and Mandarin when she reached what sounded like more technical terminology perhaps not as easy to translate one way or the other. When Huian stood before her though, the jerboa seeming utterly unaffected by the fact she had positioned herself directly in front of the naked, rather overtly exposed afghan hound, Elise tried to put how unbearably good she felt just sitting here, just being here like this felt to her out of her mind. She nodded, smiled and greeted each of the five other women who would be working with Huian one by one as the jerboa introduced them, and then without any further questions or explanation given to her directly, she nodded to her team and they got to work.

If Elise had found herself with any doubts about this course of action, it rapidly became too late to announce them as as six pairs of hands got to work on various portions of her body with sharp scissors, trimming down the length of her fur by over eighty percent manually snip by snip. Elise's eyes widened, and she looked around as a mountain of fur rapidly piled up around the chair in which she was seated, only occasionally glancing up into the mirror in front of her, cheeks red as her chest was trimmed and she suddenly found her breasts much more exposed than before, standing more prominently out from her chest and with their stiffened nipples now highly, obviously visible to anyone who might even glance their way. She tried not to giggle aloud as she bashfully wondered how she was going to get home in her spaghetti strapped top now, certain that unlike before her nipples would be rather obscenely on show through its delicate fabric. At the same time though, she couldn't deny that the way her chest looked when more closely trimmed like that was very attractive, very alluring to behold even to her own eyes.

The scissors took a full thirty minutes in their own right, with Elise blushing crimson around two thirds of the way through as she was asked to turn around and lay belly-first against the back of her seat so that her back and buttocks could be trimmed alongside everything else. Her breathing grew deeper as she heard the snip snip of the scissors by her backside and between her legs, trimming her thighs down to almost the same length as she kept her crotch. She closed her eyes and simply relaxed into it though, reminding herself that the jerboa, the two red pandas and the trio of mice working upon her body were professionals who had probably performed these same tasks upon thousands of people. Sure enough they made no comments if they even noticed her slight nervousness and excitement at all, and before long Elise was being gently coaxed around to it normally in the chair once more while the group set their scissors aside and while two of them began to prepare electric clippers, the two red pandas and two of the mice each took hold of one of Elise's limbs, and entirely unbidden began to give Elise the most stunningly relaxing hand and foot massages of her life as Huian and the third mouse began with her head and shoulders, and began to trim her fur down to a mere whisper of its former length.

At first, Elise was worried she was going to fall asleep thanks to the soothing touches of the massage being applied to all four of her paws. She'd had foot rubs from partners before, but this was far more pleasant and effective than anything any of them had offered her in times gone by. As for hand massages, the afghan hound had barely been aware that they were even a thing until now, and suddenly she was realising just how much tension a person could carry in the various joins and muscles of their hands as for the first time in her life some of those tensions were coaxed out again. Her eyes grew heavy as the intense soothing contact against her hands and feet proved the perfect accompaniment to the pleasant ASMR tingle of the clippers against her skin, so much so in fact that she entirely zoned out as the two women weilding the clippers took care of her breasts. Next time Elise found herself coherent and conscious enough to glance down her chest was even more well defined than before, and for the first time in essentially her entire adult life she could see the full and complete curve of her chest without any fur to make their shape seem different than they actually were. She blushed as it crossed her mind that they were actually bigger than she'd realised, and she blushed deeper still as she realised that silly as it might have been, she was actually a little proud of that fact.

From that point onward though as the clippers made their way down her stomach before the mouse started to trim her arms while Huian knelt by her feet and started working upward, Elise found herself increasingly aware of how much more exposed her body was becoming as the massages were brought to a halt by the use of clippers against the very portions of her body previously being caressed. She watched as her hands were revealed from beneath the lush fur that coated them, her fingers long and slender in a way she'd known they always had been, yet which was now much more readily apparent. She looked in the mirror and saw her long, slender legs being rendered even beautifully more so, biting her bottom lip with somewhat bashful pride as she saw the muscles, the strength in her calves, her strength and fitness on show in a way that her fur had always concealed beneath a mask of well groomed delicacy. The only portions of her fur still with any serious length to them were upon the top of her head and ears, the tip of her tail, and the ends of her four limbs just where they met with hands and feet, but now she was beginning to feel far more naked as the majority of the rest of her fur was buzzed away not just from her torso but her limbs too. Her arms were almost completely shorn by that point, and indeed the other four women seemed to have vanished presumably to prepare whatever portion of her treatment was to come next, leaving just Huian and the mouse, then finally just Huian herself as the clippers buzzed further and further up her thighs, before stopping in their tracks and pulling away for a moment.

"Elise, would you mind holding especially still for me now, and... spreading your legs a little wider? I am going to trim your pubic hair."

Huian spoke those words so clinically and yet respectfully all at once that even as her whole body felt like it was back in the blazing sun with how intensely she blushed, Elise couldn't do anything but nod and oblige the jerboa without question. She spread her legs wider, and wider as the sides of Huian's hands gently guided her in the process, and she whined bashfully as the jerboa reached around behind her and guided her buttocks forward slightly towards the very edge of the seat, rendering her nether regions not just more visible but very intensely exposed.

"Is this okay?"

The jerboa checked in every step of the way, and only when Elise not only nodded but gave an audible affirmation...

"Y-yeah, I'm good."

...did the salon manager proceed with that especially delicate job. Her clippers hummed into life once more, and Elise closed her eyes, fingers clutching at the arms of the chair in which she was resting as she felt the skilled beautician set to work.

At least, she closed he eyes to begin with. After about thirty seconds though as Huian guided the clippers from north to south, from the afghan hound's waistline to the very point where fur gave way to bare, soft, extremely intimate flesh, Elise's eyes fluttered open again and glanced nervously down at where the jerboa was working. She closed them again, only for them to open a little faster and a little wider the next time the clippers buzzed towards the southern end of her pubic mound. Ever so carefully, ever so slowly and quietly, Elise let out a breath. Not a regular expulsion of air from the lungs, that most definitely would not have been worth the dog's time to think about so carefully and pointedly. But rather, the kind of breath which had it not been so perfectly controlled and intently guided by the one letting it out, might have been a moan instead.

Quietly, silently in fact, Elise panicked as she realised something with absolute horror. The clippers, buzzing, vibrating against her pubic mound and so close to so much sensitive flesh, it felt good. More than good in fact, good could describe a whole range of sensations. It felt... pleasurable. It felt hot. Put perfectly bluntly, it felt very much to Elise as though the clippers working at her crotch in that moment were unintentionally but undeniably masturbating her, and in doing so re-awakening some feelings of unsatisfied arousal which while starting off subtle and manageable were becoming more intense, more difficult to ignore and to conceal from the jerboa peering so carefully at her exposed, motionless pussy with each passing sweep of the clippers.

Elise bit down on her bottom lip, and her fingertips dug deeper into the leather arms of the chair, any relaxation that had passed through her hands as they were massaged now undone as she felt the vibration of the clippers trimming her fur passing through her pubic mound and seemingly directly into her clitoris. She didn't have the largest or most prominent clit in the world, but in that moment the afghan hound was certain that it must have been visible, certain that she could feel her nether regions beginning to physically react to the arousal being dealt out to them and grow more taut, more engorged and sensitive from labia to clit to her quivering, clutching inner workings. Gently, in a way that was so delicate and yet in this particular circumstance so tortuous Huian ran the clippers over the very crest of her pubic mound, so carefully working them against the cleft of her pussy to trim down the gossamer soft fur upon that flesh. Elise's toes curled, she tried with all her might to hold back, but she couldn't help herself.

"Aaahhplease... s-stop..."

She turned that audible gasp of pleasure into a plea for mercy as her pussy convulsed and she felt a trickle of liquid arousal dribble out of herself, and stared down at Huian in shameful sorrow as the jerboa instantly pulled the clippers away, but looked up not in judgement or even concern, instead wearing a look of reassurance and understanding upon her features.

"It's okay, Elise."

The afghan whined and shook her head, feeling her pussy clutching again, and again, and yet more arousal being produced as her body reacted just as strongly to the sudden absence of stimulation as to its presence.

"N-no, you... you don't understand, I..."

Huian raised a hand, and bashfully, humiliated by the whole situation, Elise fell silent as the jerboa spoke.

"It's perfectly natural, Elise. I promise you I am not upset. I am not embarrassed. Nor do I expect you to be. Please, understand that if you are uncomfortable with this I will of course stop. We can carry on with other parts of the process and return to finish off down here once you are... a little more at ease and relaxed. Or, I can continue. It can just be the two of us, or I can have one of my colleagues be present as well so you do not worry that I am using our solitude to in any way take advantage. The choice, every choice here, Elise, is yours to make, and there will be no judgement whatever you say."

The dog opened her muzzle to speak, but no words came out, just a soft whimper of awed gratitude. She had never in her life heard someone speak words so kind, so selfless, and so perfectly attuned to the very core of what she personally had needed to hear in that precise moment. And as she lingered there, unsure of how to respond, Huian addressed her once again.

"You body is natural and beautiful, Elise, and nothing it does while in the process of us helping you to express that beauty as you desire it is going to surprise or offend me."

It all sounded so good. It all sounded so kind and generous. But, surely Huian didn't understand. Surely she thought that Elise was just embarrassed about being touched and tended to down around those intimate reaches of her body.

"You don't understand. I was... I felt like I was going to..."

Once more Huian raised a hand, and once more Elise fell silent like a child who had interrupted the teacher in her classroom.

"I promise you, Elise. I do understand. I hope you will believe me, I hope you will trust me when I say you are not the first to feel this way. Not the first by a long way. Putting clippers there, with all their vibrations and the amount of care, the amount of time that must be taken to ensure no hair is missed nor any flesh harmed in the slightest... it's a much more common occurrence than I believe you might currently imagine."

Cheeks flushing, toes curling as she looked into the face of the jerboa still regarding her with complete and utter sincerity, Elise whimpered one more time.

"Really?"

Huian nodded, and smiled patiently.

"Really. Now, shall we wait a while? Shall we move onto something else? Shall I call in a colleague or... would you simply like me to continue?"

Elise closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths and feeling very aware of her chest rising and falling, her bare chest with her neatly trimmed and highly exposed breasts, nipples rock hard and aching, begging to be touched, squeezed in a manner she only found herself eager to do when she was really, really horny. And of course, after the other day with the shower and the length of time since her last successful bout of masturbation, she really kind of was. She couldn't believe she was thinking about this. She couldn't believe she was opening her muzzle to say it. Surely she wouldn't Surely she couldn't. And yet...

"Please."

She heard herself murmur with an undeniably breathy longing.

"Please, k-keep going like before."

And Huian did. The clippers hummed back to life after a simple nod of assent from the jerboa, and then they made contact with Elise's fur and flesh once more. She heard the pitch of the humming shift as the clippers zipped through another tuft of longer fur, cutting it down to all but nothing, and her tail twitched behind her as the vibrations of that motion found her clit once again, having been aching pleadingly all this time and now eager to respond to the renewed pleasure once more. Her toes curled again as the clippers moved down between her inner thigh and her crotch, away from her clitoris but touching against her flesh in a way that almost felt as though the vibrations were pushing through to the inside of her pussy itself. Like she had some gentle toy whirring away within her, priming her body for more, starting yet more juices flowing and flesh swelling in receptive excitement. Elise didn't moan, didn't cry out, but her breathing grew loud and ragged as the salon manager guided the clippers expertly around her in a way that felt so good it was like she was almost encouraging it. Like she knew how badly Elise needed this, and thus rather than try and avoid her most sensitive spots, found herself actively seeking them out.

Of course Elise had no way of knowing one way or the other, no possible way of telling whether Huian's methods were trying to bring her pleasure or if it really was just this common for what she was doing to feel so, so good. Regardless of the reason though, the outcome was becoming increasingly clear. If Huian didn't stop soon, if she wasn't able to finish the job very soon indeed, Elise was going to have a much harder time keeping still has she had been instructed to.

"Close..."

The dog's eyes widened as she heard herself utter that word entirely without any intention of doing so, but even as her cheeks burned red and she felt another trickle of liquid arousal escape her nether regions the jerboa's voice soothingly explained her gasp away.

"That's right, I'm very close to being done now. You've done so well keeping still, Elise. Thank you very much. Just a few last little spots to tidy up."

The vibrator... that is, the clipper pulled away from the afghan hound for a moment, but returned before Elise could do what she wanted to do and buck her hips up to try and find it once again. A choked sound of pleasure escaped the dog as she felt the clippers buzz against the very front of her pubic mound once again, the vibrations travelling cleanly, deliciously through to her clit with their full force. She heard the clippers shear away the tiniest bit more fur, barely enough to warrant that second pass, and whined in dismay as through heavy eyelids she stared down at her perfectly trimmed crotch, not a hair out of place and thus no reason for the clippers to return as Huian withdrew them for a moment to survey her work, her eyes not once seeming to drift below the realm of Elise's pubic hair to where her pussy was quivering, clutching visibly and drooling liberally over the fur of her buttocks and the chair below.

Yet still, they returned. They pressed themselves against her mound just as before, and ran themselves buzzing, trembling over the peak of that mound without catching a single strand of hair, before stopping. Lingering. Resting not with the blade touched to Elise's flesh, but the base of the clipper's body humming, vibrating intensely against her.

She let loose a strained grunt, just that one sound of pure relief, pure exhilaration and gratitude, and then it was happening. She was there, not approaching, not hovering, not denied by the failings of plumbing or the scorching heat of the summer. The afghan hound climaxed surrounded by cool fresh air scented with rosewater, and with a smiling jerboa calmly moving around her to set down the now silent, motionless clippers and gather up a soft cotton towel. Huian returned to kneel between Elise's legs just as the dog was coming down from her peak, just as the hand that had flown helplessly to her nether regions as the clippers retreated pulled away, fingers glistening wet and trembling like every other inch of her body, and she soothingly spoke to Elise as she gathered that towel between her hands and began to gently, calmly pat the fur of Elise's crotch and the seat of the chair beneath her dry once more.

"In a minute, I'll ask you to turn around and we'll trim your back and your buttocks. After that we'll get you ready for your full shave, but for now... would you like a glass of water?"

She smiled, and as Elise's bashful gaze met with hers, the jerboa winked reassuringly. At that, the afghan hound couldn't help but giggle, and she nodded in sincere gratitude.

"That'd be good, thank you."

Huian smiled again, nodded, and that was that. Not another word was said, not another suggestion or illusion made to what had happened. The towel damp with Elise's arousal was carried away and placed into a container with other linen to be cleaned, and once Elise felt a little strength returning to her legs after gulping down that large cup of water, she assumed the position and allowed Huian to continue with her work.

The other members of the jerboa's team returned soon after, and before long Elise was whimpering softly in vigorous stimulation of a different kind as her neatly clipped body was given a brisk hot towel lather all over, a brief return to the heat a real shock to her system but not unwelcome given the cool air circulating constantly around her. The firm rubbing of the towels all over her arms, her legs, her torso and her face worked miracles for opening up her pores and bringing the remaining fur upon her body to complete attention, too short now to be matted by the application of moisture. And thus as soon as the rough rub-down was complete and Elise was left trembling and tingling all over, she giggled and blushed as she watched six sets of hands approach her with bottles of moisturising shaving gel in one paw and manual razors in the other.

This was it. She closed her eyes and thought of the poodles, their smooth skin, the blue haired woman's beautifully tanned flesh. She briefly wondered if they'd cum when they had their pussies clipped, and bit down on her bottom lip as for some reason she imagined them sitting in that single chair together, being shaved together, trembling, yipping, writhing together.

Her eyes sprang open again with a burning glow upon her cheeks, and she heard one of the red panda's giggle and whisper to her from where she was in the midst of shaving one of the afghan hound's cheeks.

"You looked like you were about to drift off to sleep there. Don't worry if you do, just make sure you have pleasant dreams."

Sure enough as she was slowly, carefully shaved there were several points at which Elise almost fell into a light slumber or even did for brief periods, closing her eyes to feel a portion of her body still coated in short fur only to find it bare and stark naked when they opened again. At the time she had no idea how long the process was taking, but she was grateful to the six women taking such expert care of her for every second they spent meticulously ridding her of every unnecessary hair. Eventually though, they were done. Eventually the razors stopped sliding across her smooth, incredibly pale skin, and were replaced by soft hands coated in soothing, glistening moisturiser. The work then began on what did remain of her hair, and Elise gasped as without a word they began to curl her previously straight locks into a much more poodle-like series of perms upon all the spots where such fur remained.

Despite being shaved and thus her reason for being here technically complete, Elise must have remained in that chair under the care of Huian and her team for at least a couple of hours longer. She watched, not speaking a word and trusting entirely in the women surrounding her as not only was her remaining fur re-styled, but bleached and dyed in a brilliant shock of tie-dyed, intermingled colours. She blushed and gasped as she received a manicure and a pedicure, her nails neatly trimmed and filed down before being painted with a different colour each, every bit as bright and vivid as her hair. Her body trembled in its seat, so alive, so aware of its own nudity, and she kept stealing looks down at herself with almost lustful excitement as she was tended to and cared for so completely by the mice, red pandas and the jerboa leading them all. Her bare, pale skinned breasts bore rosy pink nipples at their exposed peaks, and over the smooth cleft of her nether regions she could see the hood of her clit peeking out between her labia, the nub hidden away within it firm and erect once again, though this time at least willing to wait until she was somewhere more private before demanding stimulation.

She felt so strange and yet so happy when finally she rose from the chair, blushing and giggling as she stood there naked and proud while the whole group of people who had tended to her watched her looking at her new self in the mirror, beaming in satisfaction at their job exceptionally well done. The afghan hound was transformed, the hair upon her head in a voluminous perm with a technicolour swirl running through it from top to bottom. Her face was sleek and smooth, ears, snout, everything except the hair atop it perfectly clean shaven just like the vast majority of the rest of her. She looked so lithe, yet so strong in a way that her long coat had never allowed before, revealing a body that was as athletic as it was limber, a body perfect for running, for jumping, for catching frisbees in the park. At the end of each limb including her tail another bulb of permed, tightly curled fur remained in an equally vivid spray of colours, and upon her fingertips and toes each nail gleamed with a glossy, reflective coat of their own individual colours in all the hues of the rainbow and beyond.

It almost broke Elise's heart to have to cover up, to be reminded that clothes were a thing which existed and that she had indeed brought some with her, albeit now a little loose upon her body given that she no longer had her coat of fur that had been included when figuring out her sizing. She giggled as her skirt began to slide down over her smooth, bare hips, only her tail propping it up in place but still dropping at the front to show off the curve of her flesh down towards her groin. Huian smiled too, and as she nodded one of the mice disappeared from the room only to return from the front of the shop a moment later holding a safety pin, but also looking a little surprised for some other reason.

"U-um..."

She murmured as she handed the pin over to Elise, the afghan folding over an edge of her skirt into an extra plait and securing it in place, a temporary measure but one that was perfectly serviceable. She cocked her head, and saw the jerboa doing so curiously as well.

"...you say you got this new look because you wanted to stay cool in the heatwave, right?"

Elise looked down at herself, then back up, and grinned.

"To start with, yeah. But now... now I think that's just a bonus. Now? I got this for me, because I deserved it."

Huian chuckled softly and nodded in approval.

"A good answer. Why do you ask, Sumira?"

The mouse blushed, and nodded towards the door which led to the front of the salon.

"Well, it's just... um..."

She took a few steps towards the door, pushed it open, and the other women present gasped as almost perfectly on cue a flash of light erupted from somewhere beyond the doorway. Elise's sharp ears perked up, and she giggled as she heard a distant but constant drumming sound, and a deeper, louder rumble ring out through the air. Leaving the other women behind, she rushed forward to take a look. She burst into the salon itself, and gasped as she saw two things in near perfect unison.

First of all, it was dark outside. Dark like it wasn't just evening, but late at night. And second of all, perhaps responsible for the seeming pitch darkness as a clock upon the salon wall read seven fifteen, she could see heavy raindrops pelting against the glass of the salon's front window and doorway. Raindrops that were illuminated by another intense flash of lightning, allowing her to see a street beyond the window that was alive with dancing droplets as the force of the rainfall made every drop bounce back up into the air again.

By the time the other women joined her in the salon, gasping and murmuring at the sudden, intense change of weather, Elise was grinning from ear to ear. By the time Huian took a step forward to stand by her side, she was giggling audibly. And before the jerboa or the rest of her team could say anything to stop her, Elise was howling at the top of her lungs, racing for the door, and outside into the pouring rain, tossing back her head, spreading her arms wide and yelping in abject glee as the cool, fresh stormy air whipped the rain against her smooth, receptive body.

Through the window of the salon, the six women watched her dance and leap around in the rain, giggling and blushing as her skirt clung to her bare body with its silky fabric rapidly growing transparent in the rain, and as her loose spaghetti strapped top lost one strap over her shoulder, a bare, pale skinned breast popping free while she whirled and danced and squealed without a care, no-one else around to see her in the dark empty street.

It was only after they watched her race off into the gloom, splashing in every puddle and revelling in every raindrop to hit her bare skin, that one of the red panda's turned slowly towards their boss.

"Uh... she did pay up front, right?"

The jerboa's smile faded somewhat, and her eyes widened a little as she thought of all those treatments, all that time and all the products invested in this day's work. But a few seconds later she giggled, and waved a reassuring hand at her colleague.

"Don't worry about it. You saw the way she looked at herself in the mirror, just like so many of our clients after their first poodle cut. She'll be back, and besides..."

Huian tried to stand up a little straighter, acting as though maybe she'd planned for this all along, and hadn't just let a near five-hundred dollar treatment go sauntering out of the door like it was nothing.

"...you can't put a price on making someone happy. Great work today, girls. Thank you all. And, uh... I'm sure if Elise was still here, she'd say it again to each and every one of us, too."

By Jeeves

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