The scent of old paper and polished wood always made my little horns tingle with happiness. Standing here, leaning against this sturdy oak counter in the quietest corner of the Grand Library, felt just right. My white blouse was stretched so tight across my chest—it always did that when I had to lean over—and I could feel the weight of my udder pressing gently against the wood. Moo...

The library was bathed in the warm, slightly dusty glow filtering from the high ceiling lamps. Nikki, the plump cow anthro librarian, stood perfectly still, her short blonde bob framing her flushed cheeks. Her large brown eyes, magnified slightly by the horn-rimmed glasses, were cast downwards, giving her an air of intense concentration, though she was mostly just admiring the way the light caught the sheen of her tight, dark skirt over her generous hips. Her tail gave a tiny, almost imperceptible flick behind her.

"Hmm... another overdue notice needs filing," I murmured, my voice a soft, slightly breathy sound that barely disturbed the silence. "It’s so peaceful in here today."

The pressure against the buttons of her shirt was quite significant; a tiny squeak might have escaped if she shifted too suddenly. She adjusted her posture slightly, which only caused the movement in her massive chest to become more pronounced, jiggling softly with the effort. A faint blush deepened on her muzzle.

"I hope nobody needs help finding anything too embarrassing today," I whispered, tilting my head slightly. "It would be so awkward if someone saw me struggling to reach the top shelf with all this... bulk."