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Here we see the introduction of an adorable mouse named Sasha, who's getting himself a job as a maid!~ What little shenanigans will ensue?! More news at 11.
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A cool breeze ran through his fur as he stood at the end of the walkway, overlooking the house. She’d been so nice on the phone, there was no way this could be anywhere near true. Four thousand dollars a WEEK… just to be a maid. Fuck, for that kind of money, he’d bend over backwards and suck his own dick! Not that he really could, but you get the point.
Sasha wasn’t really the most masculine of men, but any stretch of the imagination. Standing at just over 6 feet tall, and weighing in around 135 pounds, he was really quite thin and not too muscular. Not that an adorable mouse boy would need to be; he was much more the bookish sort. Often spending his time at home reading or writing, daydreaming on days gone by… but things got a bit tight. His writing career was in the tank, so he turned to the classifieds. There were a few more traditional listings here and there, mostly ‘Help Wanted’ adds for the barber shoppes or the few little mom and pop record stores around the area. Even his foray into trying to get a position at the local shoe store, which to be honest he would’ve loved, didn’t go anywhere… He could almost just picture helping some girls slip those dainty paws into a lovely pair of heels~ nnnn…
He quickly pushed that from his mind as he gathered his composure, making triple sure this was the right house. Despite how nice she was on the phone, and how she urged him to take his time, he could come over at any time that day, he still made a point to be there at 4 and dressed somewhat nicely. A white button up shirt and a nice pair of jeans, along with a pair of leather shoes that he kept for special occasions… Semi-formal he thought… or perhaps Biz-caz? Didn’t matter. With a soft swing of his arm, he knocked on the door, before giving the bell one ring. And then he stood there, ridged and terrified as his grey fur sparkled in the afternoon sun.
She really wasn’t anything he’d expected. When they spoke over the phone, he’d pictured some snow leopardess in her mid thirties, or even a middle-aged human woman… he never did ask her her species. The last thing that came to his mind was a bunny, and as the door opened, that’s what was standing before him.
“Oh… Uhmm… Is Miss Mini home? We talked on the phone about an interview earlier...” He said quite nervously, his lanky rodent tail slipping between his legs and wrapping around a thigh.
“Oh yes, yes we did my dear!~” She said with a soft coo, smiling warmly as she ushered him inside. Sasha didn’t really know why he’d said that. He guessed he just figured it was another bit of staff? Or perhaps a friend? Certainly wasn’t expecting HER to be Mini! “And I’d assume you’re Sasha?~” She asked ever so gently, her voice warm and welcoming… and English, with the lightest touch of sultry seductress rolled in there somewhere. Twas the English accent that gave her away!
“Yes! Yes I am! S-so you’re Miss… Mini?” Her name WAS Mini, right?
“Aye~ Indeed I am. Let me guess, thought I was a snow leopard?” The bun asked, shutting the door behind the mouse, as if she’d read his mind.
“Uhh… Y-yeah, I guess. Or a human but… Guess I was wrong on both accounts?” He sorta half asked as he bashfully reached back to scratch an ear. Gods he was adorable!
Mini stood there and gave a nod, before lightly shaking her head. “Aye, that you were. Don’t feel bad, everyone thinks that the first time. Either that or a wolf, but alas, I can assure you I’m very much you’re run of the mill Demon-Rhosgobel.” Oh fuck… She said that as if she was something you’d just see anywhere!
“A-a… Oh shit!” He gasped, before covering his mouth once he realized his slip, blushing an ever deeper shade of tomato. Mini’s white fur seemed to sparkle in the afternoon sunlight as it cast in through the windows, and the black on her as well just seemed to shimmer with radiance. She stood at a meager 5 foot 2, and wore an eye-patch over her right eye. Tie it off with the fact that she had a corset piercing down the bridge of her nose that would bring the ire of any employer on sight, and the oversized tee that hung over one shoulder, just barely managing to not cover her mini-skirt… Then again, this was a woman in her own home! She wasn’t obligated to dress in any way special, not even to greet and interview a new maid applicant.
At least Mini took the slip in stride, his expletive eliciting a giggle from the bun before she looked up at him with that one good eye, gently padding her way over to her chair. “Go ahead and take a seat, sweety. No need to be shy. To be fair, you’re the only applicant to call me all fuckin’ week, so depending on how you do with things tonight, you might as well consider yourself hired. Unless you really fuck up… which… just keep that long tail in check, eh?~” She said, motioning to his spindly rodent appendage. Sasha just gently pursed his lips and nodded, holding the end in his hands.
“Mmmhmm… Fair enough.” He replied, looking up at his lapine hostess with his soft, emerald orbs. She did have to admit, he had gorgeous eyes. “I guess… Four thousand a week… that can’t be right?” He figured he’d address the elephant in the room sooner or later; now was better than never.
Mini widened her eyes a bit as she took a sip from her glass, quickly giving a nod as she mmm’ed out and set it aside, then swallowed. “Oh yes, yes yes yes, it’s absolutely correct. And, I’d be a fool to expect you to not be curious about the.. uhm… ‘Special requests’ as I put them in the add. This… has been a deal breaker for some people.” She says, pursing her lips and shifting her eye to look down to the right, before blinking and looking back up at Sasha with a grin. Oh dear, what was so bad some people turned down 4k a week?!
“What in the living fuck is so bad that someone would pass up four fucking grand a week?!” He asked, eyes going wide, more just thinking aloud than properly asking, but the question stood.
Mini drew a sigh and exhaled, before shaking her head. The ashtray nearby was empty… fuck. You’d expect her to not be so nervous about this but she really needed to fill this slot. “I… mmm...mah… not gonna sugar coat this for you, I’m a very busy woman… and a bit of a perv to be honest...”
“What, are you going to have me dress in drag or something? Have the smooth little mousy click around in stilettos and a French maid costume?” He quipped lightly, cocking an eyebrow. “Trust me, for that kind of money, I’d contort myself around backwards and suck my own dick.” So much for staying ‘professional’.
“Well, I’ll be honest, I’m certainly not going to say no. To either of those, especially the latter. I’d love to see your scrawny ass pull that off.” She quipped back rather matter-of-factly, looking over him. Oh yeah, he had her sense of humour it seemed, they’d get along fine.
“Let’s see, clean and crossdress for a shit tonne of money, or skip out and be close to homeless because it’s weird. Yeah, when can I start?” He smirked, before perking his little round ears. “And honey, puh-leeze~ I’d do that for free!” A wink was given, before he giggled and blushed a bit, tail curling around his hands. Oh dear, she’d worked him into smartass mode! And he hadn’t even been there for 5 minutes! Mini didn’t seem to care, the bunny was giggling away in her chair, ears perking up as she smiled.
“You, I like you! Fuck, I’m tempted to just say you’re hired! But alas, I’ve got to actually see how well you handle yourself.” She said with a slight downturn, as if she was disappointed it had to work that way. Ever so gently she leaned herself back in her chair and yawned, swinging her feet up and propping them on the leather ottoman in front of her…
Nnnnnnfff...~ Those paws! Sasha found himself staring at them for a moment, eyes tracing down the wide, yet feminine arches of those bunfeets… That visage stirred his loins ever so gently and made him squirm… Damn, of all things to end up fetish wise, it had to be a footslut. He knew what he was dreaming about that night.
Mini gave those flawless, fluffy black digits a wiggle and smiled, nearly driving Sasha mad as he watched, before he finally brought himself back down to earth. Mini was indeed watching. “Like what you see?~” She asked with a smokey purr, her smile soft as she tilted her head down and looked up at him, hand to the side of her face.
“I-I…” He couldn’t help but gulp.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, you’re not the first, nor the last~ Feet are quite innocent after all.” She offered with a wink, before grasping her glass once more. “As for special requests, you kinda nailed it on the head, but not completely. Yes, I may have you do some of that, but l may ask for some other things now and again~” She purred, once more giving a wink, before closing her eyes. “Also, free food and board. I always like to do the cooking unless I’ve had a day like today and I’m fucking passing out during an interview as a foot fiend stares at my toes. Mini, you really have low expectations.” She said with a bit of a shit eating grin, lightly flipping up her eyepatch as she kept her right eye closed.
Now one would expect there to just be a glass eye, or just an empty socket… and those who expected the former would be more or less correct. However, they most certainly wouldn’t’ve guessed the near ethereal, electronic green glow that was cast forth as she gazed over him. The bottom of the green… iris? split, and wavered, that eye wandering for a good 10 seconds, leaving the mouse before her mystified… the fuck was it?.. I mean, he very much knew exactly what it was. Just what that was doing in this bunny’s skull was another matter all together!
“I-is that… Is that a magic eye tube?” He stammered, quite surprised. In his head, there was some background on vintage electronics, and he was very much a self professed audiophile. He was really just surprised to see this girl with a vacuum tube for an eyeball.
“Yes, yes, it is. Good eye.” She said, before letting the patch flap back down and giving her fluffy toes a teasing wiggle. “Maybe some day I’ll explain it to you. I… am gonna take a quick nap. Go ahead and order whatever you want from Domino's, my card’s on the table. Don’t worry about the cost.” She said, and with a stretch and spread, those toes and the wonderful paws they were attached to did as well and cast a slight green glow. And as they did, he even thought he caught a bit of musk from them wafting into the room…
Gods dammit…
Yup, he was fapping to those later.
“Cleaning supplies are in the supply closet. Go through the archway here into the kitchen, make a right, and it’s the wooden-slatted door.” She said with a soft yawn, eyes closed, as the mouse’s face turned nearly every shade of red imaginable. Part of him wanted to lean down and sniff them but he had to keep himself under control, and that he did. His little nose twitched and cute little ears pinned back as he quickly scurried off, finding the closet in no time.
A white cleaning apron was procured, as well as a bottle of Windex, a somewhat modern pad duster… and he figured he could grab other things as he went. He did make sure to grab a rag though before he set out.
He spun around on the ball of his foot and put one foot forward, which was interrupted by a tiny bump, which a quick inspection revealed to be a Roomba with a duct-tape sharkfin attached to the top. Huh. Seems this little guy had the floors handled! That certainly made life easier.
Off to it then! Besides, this house wasn’t that big at all, how bad could it be?
Here we see the introduction of an adorable mouse named Sasha, who's getting himself a job as a maid!~ What little shenanigans will ensue?! More news at 11.
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
~*
*~
A cool breeze ran through his fur as he stood at the end of the walkway, overlooking the house. She’d been so nice on the phone, there was no way this could be anywhere near true. Four thousand dollars a WEEK… just to be a maid. Fuck, for that kind of money, he’d bend over backwards and suck his own dick! Not that he really could, but you get the point.
Sasha wasn’t really the most masculine of men, but any stretch of the imagination. Standing at just over 6 feet tall, and weighing in around 135 pounds, he was really quite thin and not too muscular. Not that an adorable mouse boy would need to be; he was much more the bookish sort. Often spending his time at home reading or writing, daydreaming on days gone by… but things got a bit tight. His writing career was in the tank, so he turned to the classifieds. There were a few more traditional listings here and there, mostly ‘Help Wanted’ adds for the barber shoppes or the few little mom and pop record stores around the area. Even his foray into trying to get a position at the local shoe store, which to be honest he would’ve loved, didn’t go anywhere… He could almost just picture helping some girls slip those dainty paws into a lovely pair of heels~ nnnn…
He quickly pushed that from his mind as he gathered his composure, making triple sure this was the right house. Despite how nice she was on the phone, and how she urged him to take his time, he could come over at any time that day, he still made a point to be there at 4 and dressed somewhat nicely. A white button up shirt and a nice pair of jeans, along with a pair of leather shoes that he kept for special occasions… Semi-formal he thought… or perhaps Biz-caz? Didn’t matter. With a soft swing of his arm, he knocked on the door, before giving the bell one ring. And then he stood there, ridged and terrified as his grey fur sparkled in the afternoon sun.
She really wasn’t anything he’d expected. When they spoke over the phone, he’d pictured some snow leopardess in her mid thirties, or even a middle-aged human woman… he never did ask her her species. The last thing that came to his mind was a bunny, and as the door opened, that’s what was standing before him.
“Oh… Uhmm… Is Miss Mini home? We talked on the phone about an interview earlier...” He said quite nervously, his lanky rodent tail slipping between his legs and wrapping around a thigh.
“Oh yes, yes we did my dear!~” She said with a soft coo, smiling warmly as she ushered him inside. Sasha didn’t really know why he’d said that. He guessed he just figured it was another bit of staff? Or perhaps a friend? Certainly wasn’t expecting HER to be Mini! “And I’d assume you’re Sasha?~” She asked ever so gently, her voice warm and welcoming… and English, with the lightest touch of sultry seductress rolled in there somewhere. Twas the English accent that gave her away!
“Yes! Yes I am! S-so you’re Miss… Mini?” Her name WAS Mini, right?
“Aye~ Indeed I am. Let me guess, thought I was a snow leopard?” The bun asked, shutting the door behind the mouse, as if she’d read his mind.
“Uhh… Y-yeah, I guess. Or a human but… Guess I was wrong on both accounts?” He sorta half asked as he bashfully reached back to scratch an ear. Gods he was adorable!
Mini stood there and gave a nod, before lightly shaking her head. “Aye, that you were. Don’t feel bad, everyone thinks that the first time. Either that or a wolf, but alas, I can assure you I’m very much you’re run of the mill Demon-Rhosgobel.” Oh fuck… She said that as if she was something you’d just see anywhere!
“A-a… Oh shit!” He gasped, before covering his mouth once he realized his slip, blushing an ever deeper shade of tomato. Mini’s white fur seemed to sparkle in the afternoon sunlight as it cast in through the windows, and the black on her as well just seemed to shimmer with radiance. She stood at a meager 5 foot 2, and wore an eye-patch over her right eye. Tie it off with the fact that she had a corset piercing down the bridge of her nose that would bring the ire of any employer on sight, and the oversized tee that hung over one shoulder, just barely managing to not cover her mini-skirt… Then again, this was a woman in her own home! She wasn’t obligated to dress in any way special, not even to greet and interview a new maid applicant.
At least Mini took the slip in stride, his expletive eliciting a giggle from the bun before she looked up at him with that one good eye, gently padding her way over to her chair. “Go ahead and take a seat, sweety. No need to be shy. To be fair, you’re the only applicant to call me all fuckin’ week, so depending on how you do with things tonight, you might as well consider yourself hired. Unless you really fuck up… which… just keep that long tail in check, eh?~” She said, motioning to his spindly rodent appendage. Sasha just gently pursed his lips and nodded, holding the end in his hands.
“Mmmhmm… Fair enough.” He replied, looking up at his lapine hostess with his soft, emerald orbs. She did have to admit, he had gorgeous eyes. “I guess… Four thousand a week… that can’t be right?” He figured he’d address the elephant in the room sooner or later; now was better than never.
Mini widened her eyes a bit as she took a sip from her glass, quickly giving a nod as she mmm’ed out and set it aside, then swallowed. “Oh yes, yes yes yes, it’s absolutely correct. And, I’d be a fool to expect you to not be curious about the.. uhm… ‘Special requests’ as I put them in the add. This… has been a deal breaker for some people.” She says, pursing her lips and shifting her eye to look down to the right, before blinking and looking back up at Sasha with a grin. Oh dear, what was so bad some people turned down 4k a week?!
“What in the living fuck is so bad that someone would pass up four fucking grand a week?!” He asked, eyes going wide, more just thinking aloud than properly asking, but the question stood.
Mini drew a sigh and exhaled, before shaking her head. The ashtray nearby was empty… fuck. You’d expect her to not be so nervous about this but she really needed to fill this slot. “I… mmm...mah… not gonna sugar coat this for you, I’m a very busy woman… and a bit of a perv to be honest...”
“What, are you going to have me dress in drag or something? Have the smooth little mousy click around in stilettos and a French maid costume?” He quipped lightly, cocking an eyebrow. “Trust me, for that kind of money, I’d contort myself around backwards and suck my own dick.” So much for staying ‘professional’.
“Well, I’ll be honest, I’m certainly not going to say no. To either of those, especially the latter. I’d love to see your scrawny ass pull that off.” She quipped back rather matter-of-factly, looking over him. Oh yeah, he had her sense of humour it seemed, they’d get along fine.
“Let’s see, clean and crossdress for a shit tonne of money, or skip out and be close to homeless because it’s weird. Yeah, when can I start?” He smirked, before perking his little round ears. “And honey, puh-leeze~ I’d do that for free!” A wink was given, before he giggled and blushed a bit, tail curling around his hands. Oh dear, she’d worked him into smartass mode! And he hadn’t even been there for 5 minutes! Mini didn’t seem to care, the bunny was giggling away in her chair, ears perking up as she smiled.
“You, I like you! Fuck, I’m tempted to just say you’re hired! But alas, I’ve got to actually see how well you handle yourself.” She said with a slight downturn, as if she was disappointed it had to work that way. Ever so gently she leaned herself back in her chair and yawned, swinging her feet up and propping them on the leather ottoman in front of her…
Nnnnnnfff...~ Those paws! Sasha found himself staring at them for a moment, eyes tracing down the wide, yet feminine arches of those bunfeets… That visage stirred his loins ever so gently and made him squirm… Damn, of all things to end up fetish wise, it had to be a footslut. He knew what he was dreaming about that night.
Mini gave those flawless, fluffy black digits a wiggle and smiled, nearly driving Sasha mad as he watched, before he finally brought himself back down to earth. Mini was indeed watching. “Like what you see?~” She asked with a smokey purr, her smile soft as she tilted her head down and looked up at him, hand to the side of her face.
“I-I…” He couldn’t help but gulp.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, you’re not the first, nor the last~ Feet are quite innocent after all.” She offered with a wink, before grasping her glass once more. “As for special requests, you kinda nailed it on the head, but not completely. Yes, I may have you do some of that, but l may ask for some other things now and again~” She purred, once more giving a wink, before closing her eyes. “Also, free food and board. I always like to do the cooking unless I’ve had a day like today and I’m fucking passing out during an interview as a foot fiend stares at my toes. Mini, you really have low expectations.” She said with a bit of a shit eating grin, lightly flipping up her eyepatch as she kept her right eye closed.
Now one would expect there to just be a glass eye, or just an empty socket… and those who expected the former would be more or less correct. However, they most certainly wouldn’t’ve guessed the near ethereal, electronic green glow that was cast forth as she gazed over him. The bottom of the green… iris? split, and wavered, that eye wandering for a good 10 seconds, leaving the mouse before her mystified… the fuck was it?.. I mean, he very much knew exactly what it was. Just what that was doing in this bunny’s skull was another matter all together!
“I-is that… Is that a magic eye tube?” He stammered, quite surprised. In his head, there was some background on vintage electronics, and he was very much a self professed audiophile. He was really just surprised to see this girl with a vacuum tube for an eyeball.
“Yes, yes, it is. Good eye.” She said, before letting the patch flap back down and giving her fluffy toes a teasing wiggle. “Maybe some day I’ll explain it to you. I… am gonna take a quick nap. Go ahead and order whatever you want from Domino's, my card’s on the table. Don’t worry about the cost.” She said, and with a stretch and spread, those toes and the wonderful paws they were attached to did as well and cast a slight green glow. And as they did, he even thought he caught a bit of musk from them wafting into the room…
Gods dammit…
Yup, he was fapping to those later.
“Cleaning supplies are in the supply closet. Go through the archway here into the kitchen, make a right, and it’s the wooden-slatted door.” She said with a soft yawn, eyes closed, as the mouse’s face turned nearly every shade of red imaginable. Part of him wanted to lean down and sniff them but he had to keep himself under control, and that he did. His little nose twitched and cute little ears pinned back as he quickly scurried off, finding the closet in no time.
A white cleaning apron was procured, as well as a bottle of Windex, a somewhat modern pad duster… and he figured he could grab other things as he went. He did make sure to grab a rag though before he set out.
He spun around on the ball of his foot and put one foot forward, which was interrupted by a tiny bump, which a quick inspection revealed to be a Roomba with a duct-tape sharkfin attached to the top. Huh. Seems this little guy had the floors handled! That certainly made life easier.
Off to it then! Besides, this house wasn’t that big at all, how bad could it be?
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