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Appreciating Art

Abby walked the gallery wall appreciating the grotesque paintings of Judith Sisters. The red squirrel got lost in the deformed characters who, despite their malformities, represented the pinnacles of their chosen fields. It really said something about the furry condition. There was Bulfus: Devourer of Sin,Gaz: Mistress of Croquet, and Falcon Rob the Supreme Fisherman. Judith's most famous work, the sculpture Last of Her Kind, stood in the center of the gallery surrounded by other patrons. Abby had managed to squeeze in close a couple of times but had to slip back away when the power of the artwork overwhelmed her.

That she was actually here in the Pecru, the most famous museum in the world, in the gallery of one of the most influential modern artists, was a thought almost as overwhelming as said art. It could take years to process everything in this room alone, let alone the full eight buildings of the complex.

"Abby, can we move to a different room? It's hot and crowded in here." Abby's trance broke. She had often found herself annoyed at people who brought their children who were incapable of appreciating the art to museums. And here she'd gone and done exactly that. That the child she'd brought along was twenty-three years old and her fiancé was irrelevant.

"Fay," she turned to look at the skunk, "we just got to the museum an hour ago and you're already complaining?" Fay had at least put on her best worn-out t-shirt and blue jean shorts for the museum.

"I'm just saying maybe we can move on and find somewhere less crowded."

"This is the most famous museum in the world. It's all crowded."

"I thought this was the off season."

"It is the off season," Abby explained, "if it were peak time we'd still be in line to get in." Fay made a face. Abby sneered, "How about this? If you just let me enjoy the art in peace we can go to O'Daffy's later, and I'll get you a Fun Cubbie Meal."

Fay shook with rage at the implied accusation of her being a child but then snmeered herself. "You know, I was hoping to do something much more adult on this trip. Maybe even go to a chapel and elope."

Now that was out of the question for numerous reasons they both knew. Abby decided to bite, "And why is that?"

"Because until we are actually married I can't file for divorce," Fay barked out that last word.

Abby scrunched up her face in a scowl. "I, you, urr," she jerked her head back to Falcon Rob.

Fay sulked off. Abby heard a yipe and a commotion a moment later. Most likely the skunk had let her massive tail fall to the floor in this crowded room. Abby did not bother looking to see. She just kept looking over the painting. Or at least she pretended to, as now she was distracted and couldn't focus. The worst of it all was now she'd spend the whole rest of the day wondering when the next altercation would come. Abby figured it was time to move on but didn't want to give Fay the satisfaction. So she dallied around for another five minutes or so glancing at a few more of the pieces before informing Fay that she was headed to the next gallery. An implication hung that Fay could follow if she wanted. Fay did, trying to sulk with her tail high. "I'm sorry, Abby, I didn't mean it." Abby said nothing.

She wasn't about to forgive her skunk so quickly; even if she was as much to blame for her own unnecessary comment. The fight had her distracted from the museum. She wasn't hearing the art speak to her. Abby decided to explore a few galleries that she originally planned on skipping. She needed to get her art sense back. Plus it would serve Fay right to be dragged through even more of the museum she found so dull.

Fay, though, in her own attempt to make amends hovered close. She tried to make herself seen taking an interest in Abby's interests. She read through the placards, asked inane questions, and made comments to mimic what she heard art enthusiasts do. It all tried the squirrel's patience. Abby tolerated it, though, as it was marginally better than having Fay off sulking somewhere.

Fay's hovering became more distant as she became more confident that Abby wasn't going to toss her to the curb. Eventually she disappeared for a while altogether. When Abby noticed Fay wasn't around she worried the skunk had gone back to sulking, but almost immediately heard, "Hey Abby?"

The squirrel looked to her mate worried for what was about to be said. "I found this piece of art I really like. It doesn't have a tag or plaque and I was wondering if you knew about it."

This could be anything on a gamut of possibilities so again Abby bit. "Alright, let me see," she said in as exasperated a tone as she could manage.

"It's one of those, there's a word for it, moving sculpture thingies?"

"Kinetic art?"

"Yeah, it's kinetic art!" Fay was proud for half-identifying a term.

Given this wasn't a kinetic art gallery Abby was skeptical. Then she saw it. A small gray box on a pedestal. Needles moved up and down on a slowly rotating drum of paper. "It's really interesting," Fay said, bending over to inspect it close.

"That's a hygrometer," Abby informed her. "It measures and tracks the humidity in the room to help keep the art from getting damaged."

"Oh," Fay moaned; dejected that she hadn't made an art discovery. "It's still neat, though."

The squirrel turned and headed back to where she'd been before the interuption. She didn't want to risk getting amused by Fay and ruining her good annoyance. Fay followed close behind. "They could still spare a tag for those things so people know what they are. Or, ooh, they could have them painted so they'd fit in."

Abby wasn't about to acknowledge the idea. "Come on, let's head on," she said.

Stepping into the next gallery, Abby realized she royally fucked up. Getting distracted and deviating from her route led her right to the one gallery she had needed to avoid at all costs: the Classical Sculpture Gallery. There were two very important reasons she needed to avoid it.

"Naked statues!" Fay excitedly whispered. That was reason number one. The skunk wandered into the gallery before Abby could come up with an excuse to go elsewhere. Abby took a breath and headed in as well. Lots of marble and stone statues filled the large room. White marble depicted the bare fur and toned muscle showcasing the physical form. And of course the physical form included naked butts, breasts, and vulvae. This was reason number two she didn't want to come here. She found the naked statues really hot.

Almost immediately Abby became enraptured in Marrissa Descending into the Bath. A tiger woman shedding her robe as she tested imaginary water with her toe. Abby should have focused on the sculptor's ability to make solid rock look like flowing silk. The way they were able to get the texture of fur in the smooth stone. The way they used different cutting styles to create the stripes of the cat. But her attention was just focused on those large pert nipples on moderate breasts and that nice slit between her legs. Abby pulled herself away.

_Natalia Reclining Nude_drew her attention next. A skunk lay on her back on a day bed. One leg and arm hung over the edge. The other leg was bent with her knee in the air. Her spare hand rested upon her thigh. The large tail traveled out between her legs and over the far edge of the bed. A bowl of cherries rested on her belly. Perhaps the skunk was practicing tying stems. Abby longed that Natalia would move her hand a bit higher up to play with that cute pussy between her legs. Maybe even as Abby dropped to her knees and lapped her tongue over those beautiful breasts. Abby shook her head. Maybe someday when she was less annoyed with Fay she could get her skunk in this exact position. If she could do it without Fay realizing exactly what they were replicating.

Near the center of the large room was a statue she knew well. Abby had seen replicas for sale in art catalogs. Now she was facing the original. Kalyani Admiring Herself. A snow leopard woman held her tail and looked over her shoulder. The story was Kaylani was admiring her own backside in a mirror. Fay could not fault the narcissistic cat in the least as it was a very fine ass. Abby snapped herself from her trance. She looked to the gallery attendants. Various furs in sharp black suits stood to answer questions and keep people from touching the art. Thankfully, they hadn't noticed her staring. Other patrons glanced over the statue and giggled whispers in each other's ears. Abby was far from the only one having juvenile thoughts in this room, but she still chastised herself for it. She was suppose to enjoy the art for its own sake. She was suppose to be able to admire the smooth stonework of those buttocks without imagining dropping to her knees and showing Kalyani just how fine an arse she had.

"She looks fun," Fay said.

"Gah!" Abby jumped what she felt were seventeen feet.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," Fay said.

Abby wrung her hands. She was upset from being startled but also relieved it wasn't a guard throwing her out for excessive butt-staring.

Fay bent over to read the statue's description. "Huh, they should have a mirror here to get the full effect."

Abby's brain worked quick to come up with a reason to not have twice as much Kalyani ass to ogle. "Well, people couldn't admire her from behind in that case."

"Mmm, that's a good point," Fay said as she examined that fine marble butt.

"Not like that!" Abby snapped.

"Fine, alright." Fay slunk back. "Artistic nudity and all that. I get it."

Abby hadn't intended to snap that hard but it had been done. "Let's just move on okay."

"Fine. Can we go get lunch now?"

Finally, something different she could argue about. "It's not even noon yet. You're hungry already?"

"Yeah, I am," Fay snapped. "And the cafeteria's right near here. Plus if we go before noon there will be less of a line so we can get back to looking at your stupid art sooner. Sorry I put some fucking thought into this." Now it was Abby's turn to sulk. She deserved that. "Watch your tail," Fay said.

Abby yanked the big red thing up. "Okay, yeah, sorry. We can go get some food."

"Okay then."

***

Abby stopped in the restroom first to splash some water on her face. She needed a lot more cold water than that to cool the stirring in her loins. And she needed to straighten her head about Fay. She shouldn't have let the skunk get the better of her just now. The whole mess was still all Fay's fault. If she hadn't upset her earlier then they would have skipped the statues and the whole unpleasantness would have been avoided. Whatever, though, some food might do her good.

The culinary arts had not been overlooked by the museum. The cafeteria was far from the trays of slop of her elementary school days. There were several stalls serving artisan meals of various cuisines. She settled on glazed chicken with artisan succotash and Bananas ala Dave, whatever those were, for sides. Fay, as a surprise to no one, had found the pizza. Abby decided not to comment. Immediately she was glad she didn't as Fay slipped ahead to buy her own food without consulting Abby. A small thing, but certainly indicating the skunk was still irritated with the squirrel.

They ate their food in mutual silence. Fay eventually broke said silence, "How's your chicken?"

"Fine," she lied. It was actually fairly dry.

"I thought about getting that, but they were out of dark meat. So I thought I'd try this artisan pizza. Prosciutto and pear. It's very salty."

"Prosciutto is salty," Abby noted. It was Fay's own fault for not enjoying it.

"I know. I think the pear is suppose to balance it out. One of those weird flavor things. It might have worked if they'd cut it up more and spread it throughout. It's just a few giant chunks, though, and they don't really do anything."

Abby nodded pretending to care and continued to pick through her own meal. The vegetables and the bananas weren't anything to write home about either.

"Cheese pizza is much better," Fay remarked on the second slice on her plate. "I figured I'd try something new and still have a good old standby in case it didn't pan out."

Abby said nothing. It was a very Fay approach to things. Abby chose to take it as more evidence of Fay not moving beyond her comfort zone by more than a token amount.

***

After lunch Fay found a whole new way to aggravate Abby. They moved through various galleries dedicated to different cultures and countries throughout history. Fay slowed them down by feigning interest in random artifacts that were there for historical than artistic note. Important, yes, but not to Abby's interest, and Fay knew it. There was still plenty of artistic relics about, but hardly enough to hold the squirrel's interest. On top of that she was irritated that Fay wasn't putting her two cents in on every other item. That Fay was deliberately not being her annoying self was annoying.

It was even more noticeable when they encountered anything with any kind of nudity or sexuality on it. There was a large urn with naked otter women romping about in a stream, but Fay was absorbing herself in some archaic cutlery. At the woodcarving depicting a topless coyote lady decanting wine into her ferret mistress's glass Fay was off looking at some actual wineskins and wooden cups. Most notably was when they reached the tapestry _The Harem of Queen Sandrine._A massive woven fabric that filled a large wall. Throughout it various nude women of a wide variety of species drank, caroused, and pleasured one another. It was one of the only pieces on display, though not without controversy, depicting overt sexual acts. And Fay had her muzzle down looking at some floor tile taken from an old bath house. Abby couldn't enjoy the weave of the fabric, the colorful dyes used, the detail scattered throughout the scene. Much less could she enjoy the composition of the scene itself and whatever it said about the furry condition. And much much less than that could she get turned on by the depiction of lots of naked lady sex. Not with Fay off elsewhere pointedly not making gratuitous comments.

It got worse. They entered a large gallery of more contemporary artifacts. Fay got them hung up in a room displaying old furniture. It was all extremely ornate stuff taken from some rich fucks' estates over the past few hundred years. The woodwork was beautiful and brightly polished. Gold trim and the occasional fancy sigil added to the wealth and prominence. It was barely art at all, just wealth and status symbols. As far as she was concerned this whole gallery space would be better suited to other things. Fay, though, poured over every single piece. Abby tried every trick she could think of to get the skunk to move faster. She'd feign her own interest in what Fay was looking at for a moment and then move to the next piece hoping the skunk would follow. She'd mention how something further along looked neat. Or she'd just go stand by the door hoping Fay would take the hint. Finally she informed Fay she'd be slipping out to look at some other stuff. To which Fay responded, "Okay," and continued eyeing over yet another cherry wood armoire.

Abby looked over her map to see how far they'd deviated from her intended route. She could go get herself back on track, and Fay could text her if she needed to find her. She felt a pang of guilt on that idea. They were suppose to be exploring the museum together even if Fay was being difficult about it. So she decided not to wander far. At least there were things that vaguely resembled actual art in the adjoining rooms. The closest were tacky paintings of birds or home scenes that one would get at a kitschy craft fair. All they were missing were inspirational messages at the bottom.

Abby sighed and went back to the furniture room to see if Fay had moved at all. Maybe if Abby acted as though she learned a lesson it would help. When she got back Fay was chatting up one of the museum attendants, a vixen in the same sharp black suit as the others. They were laughing and pointing at various pieces in the room. Fay noticed Abby and told the woman, "Sorry, I should be going."

"Thanks for asking. Enjoy the rest of your day," the fox said in practiced return.

Abby had no clue what that was about. Fay said, "Okay we can move on." The squirrel followed the skunk as they headed out of the room. "Sorry I was dragging a bit there," Fay said. "I whined at you about taking your time looking over the art, and now I did the same thing. You can tell me you told me so if you'd like."

Abby shook her head not getting it. "What do you mean?"

"That you said I'd find something I'd enjoy in the museum if I came along."

Abby's stomach sank to her tail. Never in all of this did she consider Fay actually liked the things she was looking at. She should have known, too. She knew perfectly well Fay didn't have the patience for a drawn out spite driven ploy. "You really like this stuff, huh?"

"Yeah, it's cool," Fay replied. "The whole exhibit is neat. It's like a furniture store where you can browse without having pushy salespeople try to sell you everything you glance at." That was a very Fay way of looking at things. "And I don't know. I like thinking about how none of this was made to go in a museum. It's just for some rich arsehole's drawing room or whatever. And there was that floor tile earlier. When it was made it was just a thing to make the floor less boring. There was a giant one when we first walked into the museum. That will probably be tore up and stuck in a different museum someday. Probably for the best to keep the decorative floor mosaic people in business. It's just weird to think that many of the things we overlook today will end up in a museum. Because we don't know now what will be seen as important later. Even if it's just to say 'this is a thing that existed' like some of those silverware and tea kettle displays. Anyway, yeah we can move on if you want. Hey? Are you alright?"

Abby was on the verge of tears thinking over her own behavior of the day. "I, uh, we should find someplace quiet to talk."

***

Fay had the sense to ask her vixen friend if there were any less visited installations in the museum. They were directed to the Portraiture of Nobility Gallery. Unfortunately that gallery was three buildings away and tucked into a corner of the basement level. At least the long walk gave Abby time to compose her thoughts. The room itself was pretty much as advertised. Paintings of various nobles were arrayed three high on the wall. There were a wide variety of species all looking straight forward with an expression halfway between boredom and scowling. Each had a plaque naming the noble and their years of existence. There was nothing on the artists or media used. There were no other patrons here. Not even a museum attendant. The paintings were probably all alarmed at least to keep people from touching.

"You know how I said I wanted to find a less crowded spot in the museum?" Fay began. "I take it back." The gaze of all the old dead furs made the room feel more uncomfortable than the Judith Sisters room.

"At least your tail won't get stepped on?" Abby offered with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I just have to worry about these paintings coming to life and stabbing us to death."

Abby let out another chuckle. She decided to make her apology quick as she was now having that same worry. "Look, I, uh, I've been acting like a jerk all day."

"You have," Fay agreed.

"Especially in the Classical Statue room."

"Not the Judith Sisters room?"

"Well, I thought I was meaner in the statue room."

"Uh, no, not even close. Your stupid O'Daffy's comment was really mean and hurtful." Fay accused.

Abby realized Fay was probably right. And she should not dictate the terms of her own apology anyway. "Yeah, you're right. It was really uncalled for." Abby looked at the ground and wrung her hands. "And I was the one who asked you to come. I should have tried harder to make sure you were enjoying yourself and we found things you wanted to do."

Fay nodded. After a moment she said, "Though in your defense I would have just wanted to spend all day in with the naked statues." Abby chuckled again. "Nah, probably not. It's all softcore and would have gotten boring after a few hours." Abby looked up at Fay's smiling countenance. The skunk lightly slugged her shoulder. "It's okay. I still love ya. But you didn't need to drag us out here to creepville just for that."

Abby smiled. "I know. It's just there's one other thing. And this is what I need the privacy for."

At which point they were interrupted by a bobcat guy with a hand camcorder. He walked along the walls of the room briskly filming the paintings. He made no acknowledgment of the ladies' presence even as their eyes followed him while he navigated the full of the corridor. "Okay, then," Fay said after he'd left. "That's one way to do it. Anyway, you were saying?"

Abby shook herself to remember what she had been saying. She didn't want to go through and itemize every crappy thought she'd had all day as that would be confusing and frustrating for both of them, but she had to confess something. "You know the classical statues? Well, I, um, it's hard for me to admit this. But I'm really turned on by them."

The shank's tilted her head. She waited for more to come. When none did she said, "That's it?"

"No. I mean, I should explain. When I was younger I didn't exactly have porn or anything, but mom did have all these classical art catalogs. For like replicas and stuff. I'd occasionally sneak off with one and pleasure myself to the pictures of the naked statues. Especially Kaylani."

"Who was she?"

"The leopard staring at her own arse."

"Ah, yes. Mmm."

"Anyway it kind of stuck," Abby finished.

"So you were all flustered in the statue room because you were all hot and bothered?"

"Yes."

Fay giggled. "I hate to break it to you, but I find some of them pretty hot as well."

"Well you're suppose to."

"Because I'm a plebeian?" Fay sneered.

Abby sulked down again. She'd insulted her mate once more. Not that Fay seemed too bothered. "Well, I mean I'm suppose to enjoy art for art's sake. Not, well, you know."

Fay thought for a moment. "You know, art is suppose to make you feel things. Happy, sad, angry. I don't see why horny should be omitted. And, well, another thing I hate to break to you. If you read the placards in there a lot of them were commissions. So Marrissa Descending into the Baths probably stood alongside a pool for some rich jakcass to beat it to." Well, that made Abby feel conflicted. "Besides, it's like I said earlier. How things are perceived changes over time. One generation's porn is the next's 'this represents the furry condition.'"

Abby nodded, "Heh, you're probably right."

Fay wrapped an arm about the squirrel and squeezed tight. She kissed her cheek. Abby leaned her head on Fay's chest. After a moment she asked, "So what were you asking the fox about?"

"Oh, I asked her if they ever found any secret compartments in any of that old stuff." Of course that's what Fay would ask about.

"Did they?" Abby asked.

"A few, yes! Mostly it was just porn stashed inside." The two ladies shared a laugh. They stood for a minute enjoying their cuddle beneath the gaze of the old dead furs.

Fay broke the silence, "So this is what we are going to do next. We passed a cafe thing with some nice patisserie. So first we're going to get some cake and some coffee. Then we're going back to the naked statue room and you're going to think up all the dirty things you want to do to those statues. And after that we're going back to the hotel room and you're going act them out on me."

***

There was of course one statue Abby needed to act out. She needed to see_Natalia Reclining Nude_ starring her own skunk. The hotel room lacked a day bed, but the sofa would do just fine. They propped pillows up in best replication of their arrangement in the sculpture. Fay lay naked in best imitation of the pose. Her leg and arm draped of the side of the couch. Her huge tail flowed out from beneath her bare butt and over the arm rest. Her spare hand rest on the thigh of her other leg bent upward in the air. They weren't about to go out for a bowl of cherries, but the room had a decorative bowl of plastic fruit that made a fair substitute.

"Am I doing the work justice?" Fay asked.

The red squirrel cocked her head to the side and put her finger to the chin as she appraised the work of art before her. Abby made a long, "Hmmmmmmmmmm." Fay giggled. "Well, you're a bit taller than Natalia I think. And your boobs aren't as big."

"Hey!"

"I'm not saying that I have a problem with that." Abby did not.

"You have no place to talk, anyway."

The squirrel was quite close to flat chested. Abby continued, "This reproduction also makes a lot more noise than the original."

"I'm going to throw something at you."

"All that said, I there are quite a few improvements over the original." She didn't enumerate them. She let her hand moving to her own bare crotch say what she really thought of this rendition. She was already getting a bit wet down there. She rubbed against her clit and pushed her fingertips into her pussy. This only just began to soothe her aching desire for sex. All the while she pleased herself her eyes never left the body of the sexy skunk before her. Fay quivered. Her eyes were fixed on Abby's masturbating paw. She would need some sexual attention of her own soon. "And of course, improvements can still be made."

Abby stepped up next to the couch. She pulled her hand free from her pussy and lightly took hold of the hand on Fay's leg. She gently moved it to the cleft between the skunk's legs. Her fingers pushed Fay's into the skunk's body. "Ohhhhh," Fay moaned.

Fay brought her free hand up to between Abby's legs. "Ooh," the squirrel yipped at the sudden touch. "It's one of those interactive installations. I like." Fay giggled.

She let go of Fay's hand leaving the skunk to pleasure herself on her own. Fay had another desire for this scene. She slid down to her knees by Fay's chest. She licked over Fay's bare breasts. She took the nearest of those large pink nipples in her muzzle and sucked. Fay moaned and arced her back. Her hand could no longer reach Abby's crotch, but Abby's own hand was perfectly happy to return to the job.

Abby left Fay's breast to climb over the top of the skunk. The bowl of fake fruit clattered to the floor. She wanted to return her attentions to the skunk's delectable pussy. She moved Fay's hand out of the way so she could get that treasure all to herself. Fay wrapped her arms about Abby's waist and pulled herself up to lick Abby's sex. Abby felt the hot wet tongue press between her folds and up into her fully. Abby screamed her lover's name. She briefly considered if she should have went with 'Natalia,' but figured it was for the best to not.

She forced herself to not be distracted by the attentions lavished on her. She leaned in and licked at Fay's sex. The skunk was so wet and musky from all of the excitement so far. Abby licked her skunk's folds and pressed her tongue down into Fay. The skunk's walls clenched about her tongue. Her knees tightened around Abby's head. Fay's slurping eased as she became distracted by Abby's attentions.

Fay found herself again. Fay doubled her attentions shoving her tongue into Abby. Abby felt herself now clenching about her lover's tongue. She yanked her head up away from Fay's crotch. The skunk brought a thumb to the red squirrel's clit. Abby screamed in orgasm.

As Abby came down, shaking, exhaustion of the sex and the full day's emotions over took her. Looking down at the bare wet pussy below her she didn't have the strength to finish her meal. Fay took control and guided the squirrel's ass down onto her chest. Fay took Abby's hand and moved it to her own crotch. The skunk used the squirrel's fingers to pleasure her clit until she came as well.

Abby lay on the couch half on and half off her lover. The two ladies barely fit, but neither had the strength to move elsewhere. "This piece is much softer than marble, too," Abby commented. "You make a good Natalia."

"Glad I could pull it off," Fay chuckled. They lay in silence for a minute. "So, should we do the museum again tomorrow?"

"If you want."

"I do."