Sunny Valley

Story by bobthecreep

I read some less futa-y stuff some time ago and decided I wanted to try something along those lines. This started out as maybe a continuation of my You Shouldn't Be Here series, but I wanted to go in a different direction, but still keep some of the (poor attempt at) horror.

“Why can't we just go to a hotel like always?”

“Because this is cheaper and nicer.”

“But it's creepy!”

Bonnie sighed at her daughter's reasoning as she drove up the long dirt road leading to Sunny Valley Bed & Breakfast. She looked at Claire out of the corner of her eye, thinking of something to shoot back at her, but nothing came. Sure, this particular B&B was at least a little creepy in an uncanny valley sort of way, but that's part of what drew Bonnie in. She was a single mother in her late 30's and not much outside of the weird and possibly disturbing intrigued her as of late. Most of the people she knew didn't like the things she did, like taxidermy and her steadily growing collection of strange antique medical equipment simply because it was creepy. She liked the same things for the same reason.

Sometimes confused for sisters, the two women looked fairly similar. Both had naturally wavy dirty blonde hair, big green eyes, a cute little nose, and a nicely rounded face. Below the neck, however, they were very different. Bonnie often looked at Claire and wondered how she managed to give birth to such a tall and curvy woman. Her breasts sat high and firm on her chest, two immaculate globes of femininity. Below her chest, her waist dipped inward before flaring outward into her wide hips and bubbly ass. Farther down her body still were two shapely legs that seemed to extend onward close to infinity.

If it wasn't for the very beginnings of the telltale signs of age decorating Bonnie's face, she could have easily been mistaken for Claire's much younger sister. Almost a head shorter than her own daughter, Bonnie was very slight in just about every area. She wasn't quite a rail, but she definitely wasn't the statuesque goddess that her daughter was. She was proud of herself for being able to preserve her slim figure after having a kid; hardly a hint of any belly or stretch marks on her, but couldn't she have at least gotten wider hips or kept her swollen breasts? Apparently not.

The ladies were promptly checked into their respective rooms of the comically saccharine building. Looking like it came right out of a storybook, the B&B was brightly colored and appeared to be freshly painted and landscaped so that everything was absolutely perfect down to the grain in the sky blue-painted wood paneling. No chips, no broken or even dirty windows, no creaky or uneven floors; Sunny Valley Bed & Breakfast oozed perfection.

The unnatural perfection even seemed to bleed into the single solitary employee: a gentleman with a glistening white smile full of unending happiness to serve his only two customers. Aside from him, there seemed to be no one else around; no visitors or other employees. As far as either Bonnie or Claire could tell, the entire building and the single staff member might as well have showed up just the day before.

Eli, the only present employee, spared no expense to make his only guests comfortable. Regardless of how cheap the fares were, Eli went out of his way to take care of Bonnie and Claire, from carrying all of their bags and belongings up the stairs by himself and going so far as to deny any help they offered to giving them an extended tour of the entire building and grounds, which included a vast immaculate garden and a sizable pond which was clearer than glass and, much like the B&B, seemingly devoid of life.

Back inside, the two women retired to their respective rooms to get settled in. Bonnie had arranged for them to spend at least a week away from home. Doing what? Neither of the women were really sure; they were flying by the seat of their pants, as it were. With Bonnie in room 10 and her amazon daughter in 11, the wall that separated them held a door that could be used to easily move from one room to the other. The rooms were similarly furnished and decorated, albeit mirrored. The beds sat with the headboards up against the far wall from the dividing wall with a nightstand on either side, allowing one to lay back with their head on the soft pillows and watch the rather large television. The flat screen TV stood atop a large empty chest of drawers tastefully stained a dark mahogany color and the drawers pulled out and pushed in like they were sitting on rails made of butter. Every wall of the rooms from the main room to the bathroom and closet were painted a softly glossy white with moulding the same sky blue color as the outer walls.

While Bonnie laid down for a little nap, Claire was nothing but restless. She paced around her room, looking, hunting for any k

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