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Sam adjusted an uncooperative strap as it dug into the plush ruff surrounding her neck trying once again to make it behave. She did not like dresses and it was not just because they dug into her neck fluff. She just felt more comfortable dressing in simple, comfortable clothing, which did not draw attention. To make things worse, the poor racoon's neck ruff was particularly plush. She used to try and hide it under a hoody or loose pullover but it looked even more ridiculous, instead, she was forced to maintain it; as it was always on display. It slightly irritated her every time someone complimented it but if she didn't keep it clean, it looked even worse.

She shifted uncomfortably and pressed the door buzzer again. She was late and by several hours. Her friend Tracey had called in ill to work this morning and as a result Sam got called in to cover. She worked in a diner, hence the dress and she hated it; having to pretend to be all preppy and friendly just made her feel fake and customers could generally sense it. Sam certainly got a lot less tips than the other girls but then, she didn't really try, she didn't really want to. It was a job however, and for now, it was all she had.

Sam looked up as she heard a latch being pulled back and made one last clothing adjustment to try and look respectable. She felt a moment of anxiety and her large plush tail swung nervously behind her. The door pushed open to reveal a rather dashing looking skunk, tall, with just a hint of muscle beneath his shifting fur. Had Sam been a little less tired she might have taken a moment to properly appreciate him but after a long day, she just gave him a friendly smile. He was wearing a long pair of shorts and not much else, a style slightly less unexpected when most people were covered in fur!

"I am so sorry" said Sam ringing dark grey hands "I got called into work at the last minute. I tried to call but-"

The skunk grinned "Sam right? Don't worry about it, I was having a lazy day anyway" He glanced at the door, his own enormous tail shifting behind him. "The -Uh- buzzer is broken, it doesn't open the door. C'mon, follow me, I will show you the flat"

Sam followed, her low heels clomping against the stone stairs as she followed. She had some flats in her bag which she intended to slip on as soon as she could but she had rushed straight from work, conscious that she was already hours late. The skunk climbed several flights of stairs and led her into a third floor flat. "It's not much" he said "But its home and the spare room is only one-twenty a month"

Sam bit her lip slightly as she looked around. 120 still sounded crazy cheap and the possibility that the skunk was some kind of crazy murderer or pervert occurred to her. The thought faded quickly though as she looked at his smiling face. It made her feel kind of warm, there was just something childishly endearing about it. She didn't know a thing about him and yet his expression seemed to hide nothing, just an open, friendly heart. Despite herself, she allowed a small smile to grace her face and took a deep breath.

Her eyes widened slightly, there was a taste in the air, a soft scent that reminded her of home cooked dinners. It was mild, slight but welcoming. She took another sniff and shivered slightly, what was that? It was so comforting, like a warm blanket being wrapped around you as you exited the shower into cold air.

The skunk looked a little concerned "Ah...uhm, that smell" he tilted his head a little "It's one of the reasons for the low rent. My musk is kinda strong, I can't help but leave a little of myself everywhere. I have tried so many things to deal with it but it's an unfortunate fact of life, a downside of being a skunk"

"Oh no" she said "It actually smells won..." she blinked and shook her head before her little smile grew wider "No its fine, I kind of like it actually, reminds me of home for some reason"

"Ah" said the fluffy creature, his body almost lighting up with delight, though, there was a slight hesitation "I... am so pleased to hear you say that! Some people really can't handle it. Here, let me show you around!"

Sam changed her shoes quickly and then let the skunk show her around the flat. It was small and yet, that just somehow made it more welcoming. The place was largely as you might expect, a small living room, a simple bathroom sporting only a shower and a tiny corridor like kitchen.

The place was messy, though not filthy. The carpet was well overdue to be hoovered and a thin layer of dust covered most of the surfaces, but in general, there wasn't a huge amount of clutter. It was clear that Daniel tidied up sometimes - that was his name by the way, she checked by glancing at a pile of letters lying in front of the door.

She paused slightly at the pile of dishes lying in the sink - That might be a bone of contention. She might not mind a bit of a mess but she hated doing dishes and liked to keep on top of them. Daniel glanced at her with a cheeky smile that pulled at his cheeks "Single male! The stereotypes are true!"

She paused for a moment before laughing and following him to the next room "And this is your bedroom. Sorry...Some of Lucy's stuff is still here, she was the old tenant. I still need to clear away the last of her stuff"

Sam looked around the room. It was quite small but certainly large enough to live in comfortably. A single unmade bed and a small desk made up most of the rooms contents. There seemed to be a built in wardrobe, which fortunately made the space a lot more functional. Some of the previous tenant's belongings were still in the room, though, most had been piled into a pair of open topped cardboard boxes. The belongings were mostly clothing, some cosmetics and a few other knickknacks.

"Lucy left quite a lot of stuff behind" frowned the skunk "I know I should have been more organised getting it tidied away but I've been kinda busy"

Sam glanced back at the skunk and started laughing "How long do you need? When did Lucy move out, 1955?" she grinned and moved over to pick up one of the dresses; a rather long, old fashioned red dress patterned with white polka dots. "Can you imagine wearing something like this?" she held the dress in front of her with an amused grin.

To Sam's surprise, Daniel actually blushed slightly. He rubbed his head nervously as he spoke "I actually found her dress sense kind of cute. I, uhm, I know it's unusual but I always liked the way Lucy looked. It was so unique, you know? So different from everyone else. The dresses could be very flattering and yet demure at the same time" he shrugged slightly looking embarrassed "Uhm...I'll be getting them put away in the wardrobe anyway."

Sam put the dress down feeling kind of bad "Well, uhm, obviously on the right person I guess it might work...what happened to Lucy anyway?"

"she went home" he replied slightly too quickly "She was doing a course at the local college and it ended" he shrugged "That was a little while ago but I don't really need the money, I just like having some company"

Sam nodded missing his discomfort. She made her decision. "I'll take it, when can I move in?"

The skunk clapped his hands with a winning smile "Fantastic! Any time you want!"

Sam hummed a pleasant tune as she opened the boot to her car. When her previous landlord had told her that he was selling the flat she had thought it was going to be a huge pain and yet, as she unloaded her boxes from the car, it felt like she was coming home. It was the strangest feeling but there was just something...homely about that flat and something endearing about Daniels innocent personality. Part of her wanted to tease the handsome skunk. It almost felt like she knew him, like he was a cute younger brother that needed someone's care because he was too gullible to look after himself.

She giggled to herself as she hit the buzzer to summon Daniel's assistance. She hardly knew him but had already fantasised his entire personality. The skunk answered the door and gave her a look of disappointment "Hey! Where is the cute dress?"

Daniel was wearing shorts again, it seemed he preferred going bare chested, not that Sam was going to complain. Sam gave him a flat, though not unfriendly look. Today she had not come via the diner and so she was dressed in a big sweater and a pair of jogging bottoms. "What's wrong with my current outfit?" she asked

The skunk grinned and raised his hands "Nothing, nothing. I just thought the dress was cute"

She snorted and handed him a box "Well come round the diner and buy a coffee if you want to see it. I don't really like dressing girly"

It didn't take long before all of Sam's stuff was loaded into her room. Daniel had finished packing away Lucy's old stuff and had stored it at the back of the embedded closet. For now at least, there was plenty of room to store Sam's stuff without Lucy's boxes getting in the way.

"Well" grinned Daniel "I think this calls for a celebration, I'm going to drop out and get a bottle of something. Champagne? Chardonnay?"

"How about vodka" cut in Sam with a laugh as she dropped onto the bed, her plush furry butt nesting at its edge.

"Vodka it is!" enthused the skunk "I'll get some keys cut while I am out, Lucy forgot to hand hers back so I might be a while"

"That's okay" smiled Sam "I could use some time to get things setup and unpack some of my boxes"

The skunk nodded, blew a cheeky kiss and disappeared out into the corridor. Sam gave a small laugh and let herself fall backwards, lying against the bed. It felt so comfortable, so welcoming. Like that terrible bed with broken springs and dents that you would take over any fancy hotels just because it's yours. Somehow this felt like home, it felt like she had been here for years.

She let her eyes drift half shut as she was cradled by her bed. She drew air through her nostrils, pulling that incredible homely scent into her nose once again. The skunk's musk coated everything, it was stronger when he was there of course but she could smell it almost everywhere. Sometimes, she thought she could put a name to the scent, it was like roast chicken, no, it was like eggs and bacon in the morning, no, it was like the scent of fresh baked bread. Whatever it was, it was not pungent. This wasn't a normal skunk's musk, perhaps Daniel had some kind of condition? Or mutation? Whatever it was, you could bottle it up and sell it. Why did he think this would make the flat less desirable?

She forced herself to get up and unpack some of her stuff. She got her TV set up on a small table and tested that her fire stick worked. It really did not take long to have her room just as she wanted it and she got strangely lost in the process. She didn't normally have the attention span for this kind of repetitive work but for some reason she didn't mind it so much today. Perhaps it was just the excitement of getting her new home set up.

When she finished, Daniel had still not returned, so she decided she would relax in the living room, but on passing the kitchen, the pile of undone dishes caught her eye once again. She paused for a second, grumbled, and decided to do something about it.

She turned on the tap and squirted a few jets of washing up liquid into the sink. She started shuffling dishes around the kitchen, moving clutter and clearing leftovers from plates. Sam didn't mind a bit of mess but she did like to keep the kitchen tidy and with this one being so small, a mess could quickly get out of hand. She grabbed a sponge and started washing some of the plates but space being so tight, she splashed water onto her sweater almost immediately. She groaned, looking down before noticing an apron hanging over the door. It must have been one of Lucy's, because it looked like it had fallen through a wormhole from the past.

"I'll get these done before Daniel gets back" she quietly told herself as she pulled it over her head "No way I am letting anyone see me in this!"

She started scrubbing the dishes one by one and placing them into the drainer. She had of course done dishes plenty of times before but there was something about this that was strangely enjoyable. She almost felt like she was putting her little home into order, it gave a sense of satisfaction she had never felt washing them at the diner. She whistled to herself tunelessly as she worked, clearing plate after plate, surrounded by the warm blanket of Daniels musk. She had only intended to do the dishes but somehow, without even thinking, she moved straight on to the rest of the kitchen. Cleaning surfaces, checking the cupboards for expired foods and mopping the floor.

She didn't even hear the door open and had to supress a small noise of surprise when she saw his form appear in the doorway. The plush skunk was holding a plastic bag filled with clinking bottles and a slight look of concern on his face.

She should have felt embarrassed and in truth part of her did. It was tinged with a strange warmth though, a surprisingly strong sense of affection for her new friend. "I...I thought I'd clean up the kitchen"

The skunk gave a small, if slightly nervous smile "It looks immaculate! You have done a great job" the smile lost its anxious tone "I've got mixers! And chips and dips and I even grabbed some chicken wings from the Brazilian Grill on Hill Street"

Sam nodded with a wide smile, cheeks slightly flushed. She felt grateful that Daniel had ignored the apron. She loosened the bow and hung it back behind the door. "Gimme 10 minutes to finish the mopping and I will see you in the living room"

The evening was pleasant and passed far too quickly. Daniel's company was most enjoyable and it wasn't just his attractive scent. He was charming in an almost accidental way and she just did not get tired of hearing his enthusiastic voice. It turned out he worked for one of the local banks in their auditing department. It was his job to investigate the paperwork behind claims, mortgages and any other financial contracts the bank asked him to. It should have been boring but she loved hearing about it, it wasn't what he said as such, it was how he said it. She just enjoyed listening to him talk.

They ate as they talked and soon evening gave way to night. Sam gave her reluctant farewells and headed to bed, she had to be up fairly early for work the next day and as much as she would have liked to talk into the small hours, practicality won. As she descended into sleep, one thought seemed to stand out above all others. "I'm Home"

Sam was woken by the buzzing of her phone, she looked over blearily and rubbed her eyes. 8AM. Her shift did not start till 10 but she liked to have a bit of time to get ready, both her tail and neck ruff needed significantly attention after all. She yawned as she approached the shower and rubbed at her chest grumpily. Her breasts felt tender, in fact, quite a lot of her did, almost like she had suffered a little too much sun.

The shower felt pleasant though it was a pretty basic model, not as nice as the one she had at her previous flat. She went to grab her soap and paused, she had left it at her old flat. Bah! Well, Daniel probably would not mind if she borrowed his, it was after all just sitting on a small shelf. She slathered on the shower gel and closed her eyes, enjoying the water streaming around her.

When she returned to her room to get dressed she smelled strongly of strawberries; it seemed that Daniel liked his scented soaps. Normally this would have bothered her, she hated to seem like she was looking for attention and yet. The strawberries smelled nice, she had never really considered scent as part of one's wardrobe but Daniel's attractive musk was making her reconsider. Would smelling nice really be so bad? After all, she would smell it too? She gave a little sigh and nodded to herself. Yeah, what's wrong with looking nice, does it really matter if others get a little joy from viewing her appearance as well? After all, one wanted to look nice for her darling, others could look but not touch.

She paused holding her Waitress dress in one hand. What the hell was she talking about? She giggled slightly and quickly donned some underwear. She was not normally so fanciful! It must be the house, it did feel like a new start.

She went to slide on the leggings that she normally wore under her dress, a token piece of resistance against the dress code at the Hungry Horse Diner. She paused. What was she doing? It was just a uniform. Who was she 'fighting' against by wearing those leggings? She sighed slightly, perhaps this change of environment was an opportunity to re-examine some of her life choices. A lot of the rules by which she lived had been made so long ago, it was hard to remember why she made them. She knew her attitude lost her tips and she also knew that she spent every week struggling for money. She shook her head slightly with a wry smile. No leggings today!

She pulled on her dress and slid on the small heels. For a second, she wished they were a little taller but after glancing in the mirror she decided she looked fine. After all, just because she felt like looking a little flirtier didn't mean she wanted to look like some kind of hussy! She was a respectable woman after all.

As she entered the Hungry Horse her face flushed scarlet due to an unexpected wolf whistle. She turned, ready to give the sleazebag a piece of her mind when she noticed another waitress, dressed in the same pink and white dress, grinning inanely at her.

"Tracey!" she said in a scandalised voice "Don't do that!"

The raven haired mouse girl giggled and sashayed over. Tracey always got a lot of tips, she was a shameless flirt and sometimes Sam struggled to work out why they were such good friends. The truth was that Tracey kept her grounded, she stopped her retreating from the world and reminded her that all the things she condemned weren't really that bad. Tracey kept Sam from being a narcissist and whether she realised it or not, it was something that she needed.

"No leggings today" commented an amused Tracey "And did you get a boob job?" she asked, squeezing at her breasts without warning.

Sam fended her off, eyes wide and crimson cheeked "D...Don't be ridiculous. I think I might have washed my dress at too high a temperature" she adjusted it nervously to try and stop it looking like it was a size too small.

The mouse dropped to her haunches and squeezed Sam's boobs together darting past her defences "Uh, no, your puppies have definitely got larger. Hmm, they _feel_natural. Whoever you got was a real professional!"

Sam's face went bright red and she took hold of the mouse's hands "I did not get a boob job okay? Are you forgetting who you are talking to?" she shivered slightly "M...Maybe I'm just allergic to something in the new apartment, it caused them to swell or something? I did feel a bit weird this morning"

Tracey took a step back and placed a hand on her narrow chin looking sceptical "Hmmm...That sounds unlikely, though...You're looking sort of thicker all over, I am pretty sure your hips and butt are bigger too." She grinned and tilted her head "Well, as much as I'd like to celebrate how you have finally become a woman tell me about the flat, is the guy as creepy as you thought he would be?"

Sam waved her hands several times shaking her head "Oh no, Daniel is wonderful! He is so cheerful and friendly" she giggled slightly "I really like him, he isn't too bad to look at either"

"Oh is that so! You have it bad girl!" grinned Tracey, her whip like tail swinging behind her "Does he like you too?"

Sam blinked a few times "Oh...uhm, not like that. I like him as a friend, not as an...uhm...uhm"

Tracey laughed "Sure, sure." She shook her head slightly "You know you might have more fun in life if you were just honest with yourself, if you wanna fuck him, fuck him. No way he is going to say no, especially not now you have finally blossomed, even if it did require medical assistance"

"I am twenty six Tracey! Stop being ridiculous" said Sam, her face flushed with red "A...Anyway. Daniel is fine, and the flat is lovely, if a little small. I really can't complain, especially at the price"

"And what about the smell? I have heard skunks can be hard to live with. They are supposed to have a scent even when they don't spray and heaven forbid they have a nightmare or something"

Sam gave a small gulp "Oh no, he smells wonderful" The words were quiet, almost reverent. She coughed slightly as she looked at Tracey's face. How was it possible for someone's grin to be wider than their mouth? "I...its fine. I've not noticed any weird smells"

"Get back to work" Came the shout of an irritated horse. Gunther was kinda old but he knew his way around a grill and as long as you didn't piss him off, he was generally a pretty good boss.

"S...Sorry Gunther" squeaked Sam before hurrying to clear some tables.

At first Sam felt a little self-conscious about her appearance as she interacted with customers but soon, she was smiling and chatting as if she was wearing her normal armour. She didn't flirt outrageously like Tracey did but somehow being comfortable in her own skin was just as good. She found herself receiving just as many tips as Tracey did without being nearly so outrageous.

"There...there is something different about you today" frowned Tracey

"I don't know" started Sam "It's ...it's like I've realised there is an opportunity for a fresh start. To look at who I am and ask is that who I really want to be" Sam paused and gave Tracey a smile "Somehow, it's like all the little things that make up who you are, you know, all the little insecurities that constantly get in the way of being the person you could be if you could just get rid of them. Being worried about things you said days ago, being worried if something you said was taken the wrong way, trying to remember if you put a washing on or if you made your darlings lunch." She gave a small giggle "I've started to realise I don't need to listen to those voices, that maybe I can take all those things I don't like about myself and throw them away. I don't need to be that person anymore"

Tracey stared at her flatly for at least 5 seconds "What are you talking about...Did that skunk give you something weird?"

Sam blinked, giggled and shook her head "Don't be daft, Daniel wouldn't do anything like that" she gave a small sigh "Sometimes things happen by accident, something they are guided I think, perhaps, like fate? I don't know really how much I believe that but I feel like this is where I should be. The more I worked today the more my mind turned to it, the more I thought...I don't wanna be here, I want to be at home"

"Your home? You have been there one day! Jeez, get a grip on yourself. I am glad you finally decided to admit you have a crush on this guy but that doesn't mean you need to go full teenager on him, get a grip!"

That seemed to cut through and Sam bit her lip shaking her head slightly "Ah...s...sorry Tracey. I have just not felt this good in a long time but your right, it's only been one night!" she gave a slight smile "You are an important friend Trace"

"Just fuck him and get it out your system okay?"

Sam giggled "Okay" she blushed and her eyes went wild "I mean...uhm...forget I said that"

The rest of the shift went much the same with Sam's thoughts drifting back to home and to Daniel. When she hung up her apron and picked up her car keys she was almost fidgeting to get back.

The scent hit her as soon as she opened the door. She shivered and almost hugged herself, revelling in the sensation. It drifted into her mind, it caressed her skin, it called her like a lover's voice.

"Honey, I am home!" There was no response. She paused and tapped her cheek. She had not actually checked when he finished work but then, her shift started early, it seemed likely his would finish later.

She spent a few minutes washing her face and gave a small sigh. Should she just admit that Tracey was right? She did like the skunk, in fact, she liked the skunk a lot but she had only just met him. This really wasn't like her and yet, wasn't this the new Sam? Wasn't this the Sam that didn't react to all the little insecurities and worries? If the new Sam wanted something surely she should get it and what she wanted was Daniel...

She frowned for a second and turned off the tap. The bathroom was filthy, why had she thought it was just a little messy yesterday? There was dust and grime everywhere. Discarded toilet roll tubes adorned the shelves and it must have been weeks since the shower cubicle had been washed! Daniel deserved better than this, this is why he needed someone to look after him.

She made a decision and disappeared into her bedroom before pulling out the box of Tracey's old clothes. Daniel had said he liked these old fashioned dresses and truth be told, holding that red and white polka dot dress in her paws, she wasn't quite so sure why she had disliked it so much yesterday. She pulled it on and admired her appearance in the mirror. It hugged her shoulders pleasantly and showed just a hint of her plump bosom. The skirt flowed over her hips and flared out like she was wearing a petticoat. It was attractive and yet demure, eye-catching and yet sensible.

She wondered what else was in Tracey's boxes and soon she added a few simple pieces of jewellery to her outfit and had carefully applied some cherry red lipstick and a generous application of mascara. She wanted to look pretty for her darling, she did not want to look like a harlot.

"Perfect!" she said smiling to herself before doing a little twirl and fluttering her eyelashes. Daniel was going to love this! Talking of Daniel, He was still not back. 'Hmm' she thought 'I guess I'll fix dinner, wont he be surprised!' Smiling to herself, she moved into the kitchen, her hips moving with an exaggerated swing that had certainly not been there yesterday.

"Welcome home Darling!" called Sam as she heard Daniel unlock the door. The skunk must have detected something in the tone of her voice because he seemed to appear at the kitchen door almost instantly. His eyes were wide as saucers "S...Sam!? Oh god...why so fast?" he groaned "I'm sorry Sam"

Sam looked back at him confused "What are you talking about Darling?" she gave him a warm smile "I am making a lamb stew, I saw there was some cutlets in the fridge. It should be most delightful. Get this, I am using rosemary AND thyme" she giggled slightly.

The skunk groaned "This is why I sent Tracey away...my musk does this to people and I don't know why, I need to change flatmate every six months or so but...oh god, I had no idea you would be so susceptible".

Sam gave him a warm smile that almost caused his knees to buckle. She could see from the reaction on his face and from the bulge pushing at his trousers that despite his strange complaints, he was enjoying what he was seeing. She sashayed up to him and pulled him in for a hug, nestling his head between her large breasts. "It's okay honey, I'll get everything straightened out and then we will have a nice dinner" she gave a small grin gripping him by his shoulders "Then we can go for a dance perhaps or..." her voice lowered slightly "We could have a little grown up fun"

The skunk spluttered and took a few steps back "S...Sam you've got to go, I'll get your things sent on but please, you can't stay and we certainly can't have any 'grown up fun'!"

Sam's smile took on a naughty tone as she pushed forward, her polka dot dress shifting around her hips "And why shouldn't we?" she asked, taking a sudden and firm grip of his cock through his trousers "At least part of you is honest"

The skunk wailed slightly as he shifted beneath the racoons touch "If we fuck you will be stuck like that, if you just leave you will eventually go back to normal"

Sam pushed him up against the wall and locked her lips with his. After a few fleeting moments she drew back "I don't know what you're talking about honey but why would I not want to stay like this?" she gave him a warm smile "We are perfect together Hon, don't you think so?" she ran a finger slowly down his chest towards his crotch and a quick tug of his pants caused his cock to spring forth.

"Fuck" moaned the skunk "You are so fucking hot, why are you doing this to me?...I've resisted so many times but twice in one week...it's not fair"

The Raccoon released a throaty chuckle, her warm grey fur rippling across her womanly figure "Then don't resist Hon, if we both want this...what's the problem?"

Daniel moaned "I...I will look after you...I am sorry Sam, I shouldn't do this but I don't think I can resist again"

Sam slowly lowered herself to her knees, her ruffled apron resting against the ground. She looked up at Daniel with a small smile "No" she wrapped a hand carefully around his engorged cock. Were her fingers longer? More delicate? Didn't matter. "I will look after you, It is a wife's duty after all" before Daniel could respond she had his cock engulfed in her mouth.

Her cherry lipstick stained his cock as she began to bob up and down his swollen shaft enthusiastically. Daniel wasn't entirely sure what to do as he was pressed up against the wall in a state of lusty confusion. Every time she pushed in, her swollen breasts bounced in her dress and she seemed to have no issue taking his length.

Sam had given oral a couple of times before but she had never enjoyed doing it, neither, was she any good at it and yet here, she seemed to be hitting all the right notes. All the little squeals and screeches than Daniel was making were pushing her on, encouraging her to work harder. She loved to please her little skunk, to care for him and make sure he was happy, to bring him pleasure was to be a good wife.

It didn't take long for Daniel to come, noisily spraying his gloopy seed into her mouth. He mewled and moaned as his cum overflowed her maw, splattering her face and running down onto her apron. She looked up at him with a smile, chest and face, coated in cum. She visibly gulped and opened her mouth to show that she had swallowed. Daniel shivered and bit his lip like he had just come again. Giggling, she climbed to her feet and led him towards the bedroom. "Wow! You came a lot! Lucky I have this Apron!"

Daniel looked abashed "I...I have been pretty pent up. Tracey was starting to get pretty jealous if I spent time with other women"

Sam turned around with a dangerous look "You spend time with other women?"

The skunk waved his hands nervously "N...No Sam, There is only you, I promise"

She nodded before giving a pleasant laugh "I believe you Hon. Call me Samantha" she nudged him forward and he tripped, falling on to the bed. Daniel could only watch wide eyed as Sam slowly took off her apron, being careful not to get any cum on the red and white dress she knew he loved.

"You ...you look beautiful" the skunk said softly "You know those dresses weren't even originally Tracey's. They sort of got passed down each flatmate... I think they were all holding them just for you"

Sam climbed on to the bed demurely and cuddled up next to the skunk. She pulled him tight while running her fingers through his big soft tail. She shook her head softly with a smile "They were keeping you for me"

"That so corny" moaned Daniel "but fuck, I think I'm in love." He pushed even closer and their lips met in an explosion of sensation. The kiss went on for some time as they passionately suckled at each other. Sam felt like she was being surrounded by Daniels scent more and more the longer they embraced. The musk was even stronger than before infusing every part of her. It felt wonderful! Even as Daniel entered her she was still focused on that smell.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Daniel flipped her onto her back and took hold of her legs. He pushed upon her powerful calves and began to move with strong, confident motions. He released a grunt with each powerful thrust as his cock explored deep into the folds of her pussy. Her skirt flapped and she released a series of short, sharp moans as her whole body bounced to his rhythm. "Are" he gasped "Are you sure you wanna do this?" He mewled slightly, struggling to get the words out "O...once I cum, there is no going back"

Sam was struggling to speak herself, each of Daniels thrusts was causing her to moan out lustily and sending her shoulders thumping into the wooden headboard. Goodness knows what the neighbours would think! It could be quite a scandal!

"D...Do it honey" she moaned "Please, W...Why would I not want this. I...I wanna bear your children"

The skunk's eyes got wider. His mouth was hanging open as if the tendons were not quite working and he struggled to keep saliva from spilling from his mouth "L...let's not get ahead of our selves"

It seemed like Sam was about to respond but instead her body convulsed and she released a cry of pleasure. An explosive sensation burst through Sam causing all her muscles to tense and her back to arch. The cry of pleasure continued as Daniel came just a second later. He thrust into Sam, his movements no longer so controlled as wave after wave of cum spurted from his engorged cock. "Oh god, oh god, oh god" he repeated over and over again as he sloshed gunk at an impressive rate into the Racoon.

He collapsed down onto her as she pulled him in for a messy hug, planting a wet kiss upon his tired lips. The pair were still writhing and panting but there was a look of pure bliss on Sam's face and honestly, Daniel's own expression was not far away.

"Hey" said Daniel softly, tones of arousal still thick in his voice "Quit your job, I know you hate it...stay home, look after the house. I'll find a way to support us, I promise"

She squeezed him tight with a patient smile "Of course Darling. Anything for you...and you're right, I'd rather be here, looking after you"

Daniel squashed her into his chest "Fuck, your so sexy honey. If this had to happen eventually...I am glad it was you"

Daniel awoke to the sound of birds and the scent of pancakes and bacon. The skunk released a small note of pleasure as he slid out of bed and began getting dressed for work.

Ever since Sam had entered into his life things had changed. They say behind every good man is a good woman and the last 8 years had convinced Daniel that this was absolutely true. Sam wasn't just a good woman, she was something beyond, almost a parody of the supportive wife and yet Daniel wouldn't have it any other way. He had no doubt his own success at work was entirely down to Sam's tireless support.

As he descended the stairs, suited and booted, he reached down to rub the head of the enthusiastic ball of fur that had collided with his leg "Morning Daddy" his daughter called cutely "Mommy's inna kitchen"

Daniel gave a small laugh as he rubbed the young skunk's head "Have you been being good Amy? You haven't been causing mother any trouble, have you?"

"Nuh-uh" said the skunk shaking her head "She even said I could have an extra pancake!"

"She always gives you an extra pancake"

The young girl giggled "I forget?" and ran off

Daniel walked confidently into the large kitchen and smiled deeply at his wife. He had spent a lot of money on this house because it had been important to her that she had a large kitchen and what was important to her, was important to him.

She turned around and smiled at him, the kind of smile that lightens up the room, that blocks out the world, that reminds you that no matter what goes wrong in life some things will always be alright.

"I knew you were there" she said slyly "I could smell you coming down the stairs"

Samantha had grown rather curvy from the effects of Daniels musk and seemed to have gained an almost supernatural ability to smell it. He pulled her in for a hug and they swayed as if dancing a silent waltz "And I knew you would be here because you work so hard for us, I don't deserve you or Amy"

She gave him a sly look and a warm smile "You are perfect, you know I think that. I wouldn't change anything" she gave a small happy sigh "I have added a little honey to the maple syrup today, I read about it on the internet"

Daniel gave a small laugh "You did, did you? Well, I can't wait to see the results"

She gave him another kiss and bit her lip, smoothing down her polka dot apron "Go sit with your daughter, It's almost finished, I'll bring it over"

Daniel sat at the large wooden table and looked out the kitchen window into his tidy garden. He looked at his wife and then to his daughter who was playing with a toy car pushing it across the table.

Life was perfect.