Growing up(and out) too fast Tags: Furry, hyperherm, cum inflation, futa on everybody

Story by Breianna

It's taken me 3 years, but finally able to put something together. This follows my fursona as she grows to adulthood. The first story is most that, story, and a little maudlin, but I hope you will read and enjoy.

This is your drive time DJ, Athena Darkpaw, your very own Goddess of the Hunt, wishing you a safe and happy day chasing that dollar.As my long time listeners will know, today is the drive time goddess’ last day here in CapitalCity.I’ll be headed out to the country, to the lovely town of Circe, so if you’re ever out that way, stay tuned to the airways and be listening for the roar.Oh, and if there’s a certain strawberry lynx listening…I love you baby!

****Willie Nelson’s “On the Road Again” plays****

Brei could not keep the grin off her face, driving the moving truck down old familiar highways and past fields that lingered in the happy places of her mind.She’d grown up here, found herself here.She’d always meant to return, and after fifteen years teaching at Capital High in CapitalCity, she was headed back to little Circe.

“Oooh, honey, those are potatoes!” Athena exclaimed, pointing out the window.

Brei cocked her head, looking at her wife, the quintessential city girl.Athena had always been a classy gal, ever since the first time they’d met.The big lioness had her hair brushed back behind her ear as she watched the pastures and wheat fields go by, as well as the aforementioned potato field.Her compromise to moving attire was a tight t-shirt, hugging her soccer-ball sized breasts like a lover, and a pair of jeans so tight that Brei didn’t think her wife would be able to remove them alone(Not that that was ever a problem).

“I didn’t know you knew what potato plants looked like!That’s neat, honey, it’s been so long I’m not sure I could even pick them out.”

Athena grinned, nodding playfully, “I know they’re potatoes because they have a sign.It said potatoes.” She gave her cheesiest, silliest grin, making her wife explode into laughter, before laying her head against the huge lynx’s shoulder.

Fifteen years had gone by since she’d called these fields and streams home.True the town of Circe was still some distance off, but for Brei…this was home.They passed old man Farley’s farm, and the spot where Ferdinand and Bessy Barlow used grow pears, though they’d moved away long before Brei had left for college.And then…she saw it, winking over the hill like the pearly gates themselves.Bobtail’s Berry Farm, the big, bold sign guiding her home like it always had, to good food, to family, and to love.

****34 years earlier****

Casper Bobtail, Bob to his friends, and his wife Emily had built their home on the outskirts of Circe, which in those days was barely more than a dot on the map.Bob’s parents had owned a successful wheat farm, and Emily had grown up collecting eggs from the chickens at her grandmother’s, so it was with eager anticipation that the two brown lynx began planting seeds, tilling fields, and raising cattle.All in all, their property spanned most of the distance between the river and the highway, and though it had cost Bob quite a bit for the down payment, it was as close to heaven as he thought a thing could be.That is, until the day Emily told her husband that she was pregnant.Then, after a brief fall that had absolutely nothing to do with fainting, he realized that the best was yet to come.

On an overcast day in May, just minutes after Emily had been rushed to the delivery room, their family gained a n

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