Coco's Hotel Streak I By TheSteamElement This summer turned out very nice for the Kralle family. The problems in their lives died down and the increased income from their hard work allowed them to visit a nice seaside hotel in the coastline republic of Aquarra. Now both of them, a pretty girl in her twenties named Ruta and her middle-aged mother Coco were lying on sunbeds by the crystal blue water pool with a poolside bar nearby, surrounded by other vacationers and large tropical trees. They were two canines with beige fur and golden hair, which both of them let grow into long, curly manes. Their figures were shapely and captivating, catching male gazes here and there. Especially Ruta: while her mother wore a standard one-piece swimsuit, the girl chose the smallest bikini she could find. Her bra was a pair of triangles which left a good part of her breasts open, and the bottom was a suggestive G-string hiding only the bare minimum. It became especially obvious when Ruta rolled onto her belly and let everyone see her almost bare backside. The amount of gazes only increased when the girl unclasped her bra. “Don’t you think you should tone it down a little?” Coco took a sip from her cocktail glass, “there are plenty of ways to show your beauty while staying classy.” “Oh, come on, mom,” Ruta gave her a skeptical gaze, “there’s nothing wrong with a body. The fact that I’m wearing less than others doesn’t make me worse.” “It may in the eyes of others,” Coco replied, “clothes represent your personality too. Especially to the people who don’t know you.” “You should be less worried about what others think,” Ruta rolled her eyes. “I just want us to come off as decent women. Excuse me for giving you useful advice, I suppose,” Coco finished her drink in one gulp. “If they think I’m a whore just because of my thong, it’s their problem,” Ruta shrugged, “you shouldn’t judge someone if you don’t know them. Even if they seem… Indecent, or whatever.” “Alright-alright, you can do what you want. Just don’t complain about how others treat you afterwards,” Coco shook her arms and got up, readying for a swim. After some poolside relaxation, Coco decided it was time to go back to her room to shower and get ready for the dinner. Even if they ended on a rather cold note, the canines still said “bye” to each other and briefly discussed their plans. Ruta wanted to spend some time with her friends, so Coco had the room all to herself until the evening. The keycard swiftly opened the door and let the woman in. Stepping into the shower, the middle-aged blonde took off the swimsuit and looked in the mirror: her figure was still attractive, some wrinkles and somewhat saggy breasts didn’t spoil her overall beautiful look. All that fitness must’ve paid off. Sometimes Coco was a bit anxious about her body image, but frequent compliments proved that there was nothing to worry about. Plus, she always made sure to use the best makeup and wear the most fitting, stylish clothes she could afford, as she wanted her image to be impeccable. The woman let her thoughts flow and turned on the water, letting the warm stream ingulf her body. Then, she was interrupted by a loud knock. It seemed like somebody was trying to enter the room. Might’ve been Ruta, Coco thought as she wrapped herself in a towel and neared the door. The woman didn’t seen anyone through the peephole, but she decided to come out and take a look herself, just to be sure. Coco didn’t see anyone in the corridor, but heard a nearby door closing as she walked out of her room, must’ve been the neighbours. The walls here were way too thin. Just as she was about to head back into the comfy warm shower, a gust of wind sweeped through the corridor and deprived Coco of her towel. It flew right into the room, leaving the canine standing there stark naked. The woman gasped and turned around… Just to see the door to her room closing right in front of her. Her instant reaction was to grab the handle and open the door back up, but it didn't budge. “The keycard…” It suddenly dawned on her. The door gave a short beep, signalling that the lock was now closed. “No-no-no-no-no!” Coco shouted, frantically pulling the door. Nothing, just more beeping. “Stupid thing! Come on!” The canine shouted as she kept yanking the handle. Suddenly, she heard someone’s steps on the stairway. They were approaching. A complete stranger was about to see her, completely naked in the hallway! Coco rushed away in a feat of sheer panic, her large breasts jiggling with each step she took. Finally, a corner. She stood just beside it, carefully sticking out her head to see who was coming. It was an elder bird couple, probably coming back to their room. They passed one door, then the second, then third… “Come on, come on, stop already!” Coco whispered angrily, feeling the panic within her raising as they got closer. There were only three doors after this corner, but the couple could’ve been heading to each one of them. Coco waited, the hope that they’ll find their room and stop slowly dying within her, but finally couldn’t take it anymore and decided to hide. There was a bench standing near the wall, and the wall’s color was quite similar to the canine’s fur. In a radical attempt to save herself from embarrassment, Coco crawled underneath it and pressed against the floor. The elder couple stopped near the very last door, searching for their card. Coco halted her breath, waiting for them to finally leave, but they surely decided to take their time. The man sat on the bench, putting his legs right under the nudie’s nose. They didn’t smell very good and, being a canine, Coco felt it a bit too well. She wanted to cough, her throat nearly burning from the pressure and lack of oxygen. The woman tried to contain it the best she could, but ended up letting out a tiny wheeze. “Have you heard that?” The pigeon woman asked. “Yes… Must be Allen’s conditioner again,” he pointed at the nearby door, “I told him it’ll start act funny if he’ll keep it on 24/7, but no, he didn’t listen.” Finally, the two found the card and entered their room, letting Coco breathe freely. The blonde got up and cleared her wet fur from all the dust that got stuck to it. It was a relief, but she was still trapped here, alone and naked. It was like her nightmares coming to life, and she barely kept herself from crying as she processed this horrible situation. “Come on, Coco, think,” she took a deep breath, “your work is dealing with crisises. This is a crisis. What do you do?” Having calm down a bit, she thought about her options. The first one was trying to reach her daughter, and it was the worst one. She was in another block, going there would be hell, just as trying to explain Ruta and her buddies why her mom was streaking. The second one was going to reception and asking for another card… But there were always anthros there, it’d be impossible to not be seen. Maybe she could at least snatch a towel of some sort? Yeah, that could work. If she could get to the closet at the basement floor without being seen, that’s be ideal. Easier said than done, however. Her train of thought stopped when Coco heard a loud “beep”. Another door was opening, right near her. Why couldn’t people just stay indoors today?! Coco couldn’t run back to her room, as there were too many doors and nowhere to hide at all, so she opted for another way and ran to the stairway on another side of the hallway. There was a taste of metal in Coco’s mouth as her adrenaline began pumping from all this extreme. She squatted on the staircase between third and second floors, fearfully waiting for someone to come. Some pigeon man left the room, probably Allen. He sat on the bench and began checking his phone, probably waiting for someone. Maybe Coco could wait here? She thought so until she heard another steps. Someone was going up from the second floor. Coco was trapped with no way to go. This thought caused her body to shiver and her eyes to desperately dart around, searching for a cover. There was only one object: a giant flower pot with some oddly-looking bush. Not tall enough to fully hide her body, but big enough to cover most of it. Coco had a crazy idea and had to act quickly. She bend her knees and lifted up the pot with all her strength. That thing was so damn heavy, felt like holding an armchair. With adrenaline in her blood, the nude canine managed to lift it high enough so only her bent legs would be visible. A person, who was a young catgirl, passed by with a curious look in her eyes. The plant covered most of Coco, including her face, but her bare legs surely caught the passersby’s attention. “Please, just go up. I gotta move this to the first floor for some reorganizing,” Coco said, barely hiding panic in her voice. “Oh, alright. Nice bush, by the way,” the girl joked and left her be. As soon as she left, Coco placed the plant down and wiped sweat off her brow. Her arms and her legs felt like they were about to fall off, no fitness training ever came close to this. Still, she did it and could now continue her nightmarish journey. Coco ran down the stairs up until the second floor, then realized that she couldn’t go any lower. The staircase led right to the reception and was open for everyone in that giant hall to see, there was no way Coco could run past so many people unnoticed. “Think Coco, think,” the woman whispered to keep herself on track. There was another staircase on the other side of the block, but the canine would have to pass so many corridors to get there… It was a virtually impossible task. The only option left was to use the elevator. It sounded crazy, but it was a closed cabin, completely shielded from any kind of eyeballing from the outside. If Coco would manage to travel alone, she’d reach the basement level and run to the closet as fast as she could. It’ll be easier from there, as the canine would get a towel and explain the situation to the folks on reception. That’d be embarassing, but not downright humiliating like coming there in the buff. Coco tried to think of some sort of a better solution, but to no avail. It was either a risky trip to the basement floor or the reception… With all the staff, newcomers and folks going in an out of the restaurant nearby. And so it was decided. Easier said that done, however, as the elevator was right in the middle of the hallway and she had to pass through a fair bit of doors to get there. The anxious thoughts flew into Coco’s head like a tide, but she silenced them and bolted forward, sincerely hoping that there won’t be anyone waiting near the shaft.