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"Well, gosh, how awful." Her monotone voice 'sang' through the hallway. Together they shuffled in with several bags of groceries with each sagging under the weight of having been stuffed with far too many items. Mary, a plain looking mouse with grey fur, was walking in behind him and he sat down his bags first. He noticed one of the plastic bags in her hands beginning to stretch at the its overtaxed handles and he caught the bottom before it could fall out. They got everything onto the counter and started putting it all away.

Since they were sharing the apartment they split the grocery bill by alternating every month for who paid for the groceries, and they spent about 100$ each month. This didn't count personal items like shampoo or toothpaste. It was mostly food items and goods they both would use, like toilet paper or paper towels.

It was a happy arrangement that, along with sharing other expenses they both benefited from, saved them good money. They weren't fat and happy, but they were at least happy.

"It's not that bad." He told her. Mark, a badger as common as they come, had been telling her a story told to him from his mother about something his sister had done. Mark's sister was younger by a few years and still in highschool. She'd been caught fooling around with a boyfriend and his mother had given her an earful, then complained to him about it right after to vent some more. Not vent at him per se, but at her disappointment in her daughter in general.

"I know. I was being sarcastic." The mouse replied while putting away the dry goods into the pantry. Mark was taking care of the cold stuff. Mary had a dry wit and a face that was difficult to read. She could be very expressionless by default and awkwardly expressive when she tried to display an emotion. It was weird at first but to the people that got to know her it was kind of endearing. Also, sarcastic for Mary was to be nearly deadpan.

"She wasn't even doing anything with him. At least, nothing my mother let on about. They were probably just making out and she blew a gasket thinking Carey was giving the guy road head." He said. Mary shrugged her shoulders and finished with the pantry and grabbed the big package of toilet paper to carry it into the bathroom they both had to share.

They shared a two bedroom, one bathroom, apartment that had a modest kitchen and equally modest living room. Since they were on the second floor they were afforded a small balcony that he'd put a little cheapo grill out on for whenever the mood to grill struck him.

"What are we eating tonight?" Mary asked, the mouse having returned from the bathroom. Mark just finished putting away the pickle jar. There wasn't much else to put away. He saw Mary pass a glance over the counter for anything else worth messing with before turning to the couch and dropping onto her side of the sofa.

They'd just bought some frozen hamburger patties. He could grill those. They had all the stuff for burgers and fries. Just pull out the deep fryer and dump some fresh oil in. He opened the pantry and saw they had plenty of vegetable oil, so check on that. He checked the freezer. Half full bag of curly cues.

"Burger and fries?" He asked her from the kitchen.

"Ok." She said. Mark looked at the clock. Not even 3 o'clock yet. They'd started their mutual saturday doing errands. Since they carpooled with his vehicle she rode with him to the shop where they waited, coffee in hand, for the guys to give the car an oil change and tire rotation. After that they'd gone to the hair salon so she could get her hair cut short again. Mary kept her hair almost boyishly short. Any time it got too long she started flipping it away from her face with increasing frustration until she'd take scissors and chop off her bangs. That was usually the sign she was about to go get another haircut.

Then they went to Mickey's place and hung out with him for a little while. Mickey was a guy full of stories and short on stature. He was a fun guy. You can't hang out with him very much if your job likes to give random piss tests though. The guy smokes way too much weed and no one wanted to risk flunking that test because you're buds with a pothead.

"I'll grill the burgers later if you don't mind doing the fries for me." He told her. Mark left the kitchen and sat on his side of the couch.

"Ok." She said. 'Ok' was just 'yes' or 'sure' coming from Mary. Mark had gotten used to it after a while once he figured out her vocabulary.

She reached from the remote that was buried between the cushions and turned on the tv. Mark watched her click through the inputs until the tv flicked to the black no signal screen. "What you gonna play?"

"Let's try unlocking him again." She replied. He groaned. Before the badger could let out a protest that he wasn't really in the mood for a rage game she was already grabbing the controller and turning on the console. They had been playing the game since launch and had everything unlocked except for one playable character. The only way to unlock him was to beat him in a match. They had the criteria met to fight him, too. It was just the computer AI was set very high and he was extremely difficult to beat. It was rage inducing. They even watched other people unlock him on youtube and it looked so easy, but those guys were all pros, and they were just a couple of amateur gamers that played for fun and not for money or clicks.

"Alright, I guess so." He sighed. The game was coming on and what should have been a happy experience was only filling him with dread. A dual sword wielding cyborg ninja was cool and all, but they effort required for unlocking him just didn't seem worth it anymore.

"It'll be ok." She comforted him with a pat on the leg and her monotone voice. He looked at her and didn't see any dread coming off her face, but he shouldn't have expected to see any from the mouse anyway. Mary was usually expressionless or bored. Right now she was leaning more toward bored if he had to pick one.

They had developed a strategy to trying to unlock him. They'd take turns making attempts and when one of them got too frustrated they'd hand the controller over. Usually several attempts would happen before they switched, which progressively became a couple of attempts... then finally every other attempt, which at that point they would probably give up.

Mark wasn't having any luck. He was being knocked off screen like crazy every time. He was rotating through three characters he was good with, then he switched to the character he saw the people on youtube use, but he's not good with her. "Fuck."

He handed the controller over to Mary and she took it. It was her second go around. Mary didn't express her rage like Mark did. Hers was more of a buildup of steam that she'd finally vent as a sharp exhale, then a controller being shoved in his direction. Maybe a stiffness to her features, too. She didn't sit there and cuss and insult the tv screen like he did.

Attempt after attempt they suffered a few dozen defeats. If they lost badly it was over within seconds. If they got close then it was more than a minute of insufferable challenge. Every time they got close to a victory, with it only to be snatched away from them in the end, they got ever more frustrated. To be so close so many times and yet never getting there felt sickening. Mark was already feeling his muscles getting twitchy and anxious. Stepping out and starting the grill sounded like a more and more delightful idea by the minute.

"God fucking dammit!" Mark slapped the controller down in his lap and exhaled. Leaning back into the couch he was trying his best not to throw the controller at the squinting eyes of the cyborg ninja posing victoriously on the match result screen.

He felt Mary reach over his hand and pull the controller out from his fingers. Blessedly she didn't start up a new match, but instead sat the controller down on the coffee table to chill out beside the remote. Mark thought she was going to sit back down on the couch but instead she turned on her heel and let her knees hit the carpet. She was in front of him then and pushing his legs apart.

"You gonna ask first?" The badger asked her. He was too frustrated to add in the sarcasm he'd intended to be in his question. Mary looked up at him, looking as deadpan as ever. She grabbed his zipper and started to pull it down.

"No." The mouse gave a blunt reply. Mary got his zipper all the way down. He helped her by shimmying his pants down a few inches until she had the room necessary to pull his dick out. With his heart rate running as high as it was, and her hand wrapping around his cock, he was stiffening up in record time. All that hot blood was diverted from his temperament to his member. He exhaled, feeling so much relief, as he felt the mouse's lips wrap around his dick gently.

Mary was not a sexual person by her nature. With her personality she never brought up sex or acted sexy at all. Mary was honestly a non-sexy type of person. Her posture was slouchy, her dress style was plain and nondescript. She was never coy or playful. Mary had told him she'd never dated anyone before even though she was now a year younger than him, age of 24 years. He did know that she wasn't an asexual. She would text him or email him pictures of cute girls from video games or anime she'd find on the internet. 'Though you might like.' she'd say along with the picture. She knew he had a porn collection, which didn't bother her. She was just not interested in sexual relationships, by all appearances.

This didn't stop the mouse from asking him if she could give him a blowjob a few months after they'd started sharing an apartment. That was a little over a year ago now. Mary had been blunt and deadpan about it, too. Can I give you a blowjob? It was such a simple question but it had surprised him completely.

He asked her why, and she said it was because she hadn't known it was his birthday the week before and she was feeling guilty about not giving him a gift. They had a brief back and forth with him insisting a blowjob wasn't necessary, but her stoic insistence and his instinct to get his cock blown ultimately led to Mary having her head in his lap on the very same couch where the badger now sat. She was sloppy that first time and not in a good way. It was her first BJ then, but today the lips stroking up and down his shaft were moving with a patient grace that sent shivers up his spine.

The expressionless and deadpan Mary was giving him his... several many dozen-th blowjob. He didn't need to pick up chicks to get any head. His roommate apparently had an oral fixation. Mary seemed to love giving him head. They'd never moved passed the blowjob stage either. He'd broached it with her a few times by offering a little more, and she would always shrug and tell him she didn't feel like that was something she'd want to do. That was cool, though. She liked giving him blowjobs and he liked getting them.

"Don't go so slow." He told her. She was ok with him touching her when she worked. His hand found one of her ears and he rubbed it gently and she tilted her head into his palm as she bobbed. Her pace picked up a little and he was getting the full benefit of her tongue and lips from the middle of his dick to his dick. She had found the perfect rhythm to make him feel amazing. Over the last couple of months she had been getting a little more adventurous with her blowjobs, too.

His eyelids fluttered. He groaned and leaned his head back into the sofa cushion behind him. Mark just let himself relax to the sound of Mary bobbing on his cock and the tune of the game menu playing in the background. There was only the barest hint of wet noise coming from her. She was delicate and skillful now when she blew him. She could be noisy, but she never was when she first got started. It was part of her technique, and her own interests. He knew she loved the oral aspect, the act of working with her mouth. That was what she lived for. Making him cum? That was something that wasn't too high on her priorities, at first at least.

That first blowjob she'd given him was mostly her playing with his cock, orally. She'd finished him, but used her hand. About 12 blowjobs later she finally produced a condom and let him blow in her mouth. She hated the taste and feel of the condom in her mouth, though. The very next blow job he was pumping her mouth full of cum, sans condom. She did retreat to the bathroom right after though to discard his produce and wash up her face. He remembered the look of genuine surprise on her face from back then. Seeing it in a condom one time, and then having that same volume in her mouth the next, were very different experiences. Seeing her give a strong expression was really nice though, even if it was just one of surprise.

Mary always swallowed now, though. Her technique had evolved over time and now she always gave herself that special dose of pleasure she needed. Satisfy that oral fixation with a slow and delicate run at his cock, firstly. Secondly, her other new fixation, he had learned after asking her, was to make him cum. Once she'd gotten a taste of what it felt like to hold someone's pleasure in her hand, or her mouth in this case, and pull it right out of him by her effort, she'd been hooked. She genuinely enjoyed making him pop his cork. The tip of her tail was flipping quickly under the coffee table as she worked.

He heard her gag, and he felt his dick jump in response. Mark knew he'd squirted some pre in her throat. She was going faster and pushing down on him further. She always struggled to take him once she tried going past the halfway mark, but Mary was always adamant about succeeding. At first she was only ever making use of the first half of his cock. It took time and experience for her to figure out a way to get more of it to fit in her.

Mark felt her rock her head slowly from side to side. Rolling about on his prick she was inching his dick into her throat one millimeter at a time. Occasionally she'd gag and halt her effort, but she always rekindled that effort and press a little more inside her until his cock was threading down her throat and wearing it like a sleeve.

It wasn't like she lacked a gag reflex. She was just good at pacing herself and doing some kind of zen shit that helped her swallow all of his fine inches. He peeked down at her and watched as Mary rocked more and more, tilting her head slowly and patiently. Her eyes were pinched shut and he could see the moisture wetting the corners of her eyes as she worked. The pressure on his dick was growing as she forced a little more of himself passed her lips.

He didn't want to brag or be a cock about it, but he did one day ask her if she wished he was smaller. Mary told him, 'No, I like a challenge.' And yeah, Mark felt that was true. Mary did like a challenge. It certainly was a big challenge, he thought smugly.

Mark saw her paw at his thigh and fumble around until he touched her hand with his. She snatched his wrist and pulled his hand over until his palm touched the top of her head. She didn't look at him, but her hand was pushing his own against one ear. He gently grabbed it.

He spread his knees a little bit more and let her continue to work her magic as he rubbed her ear in between his thumb and index finger. She liked that. Mary also liked him to do something else, but she'd made it a point once to tell him not to do it until she gave him the go ahead. He laid his head back on the back of the couch and settled in to enjoy the rest of the hard work and effort Mary was putting in to deepthroat him.

She gagged hard and stopped, but slid herself back down and he felt, as much as heard, her swallow around his cock. Mary somehow managed to suck in some air and he felt her push down and he groaned around the same time her nose pushed against his stomach.

"That's good." He whispered down at her. She bobbed once and her nose was at his stomach again. He felt her slowly pull herself back until only his head was in her mouth. He could hear her inhale a full lung full of air a few times to catch her breath. The entire time she was teasing the head of his cock with her tongue. Damn, was she good at this. She had gotten so good at it...

Mary went down again and swallowed him right down to the base. Her nose touched his stomach, and kept pushing. She put her hands on his thighs and slid them around until she found a belt loop for each of her thumbs. He looked down at her and caught her eyes looking back up at him. Mary was struggling to keep her eyes open, considering the circumstances she was under, and he could see the accumulation of tears at the corners of her eyes threatening to leak. It was hard work for her to manage this, and she gave him another swallow while tugging twice on his belt loops. That was her go ahead, and he reach out for her other ear. As soon as both her ears were firmly in his hands she shut her eyes and relaxed for him.

Mark adjusted his grip and planted his hands firmly on the side of her head. Her fur and hair was soft. He pushed her halfway off his cock, then quickly pulled her back down until he felt his balls tap her chin. She gagged, and held tight to his belt loops. Mark was watching her now, pinching her eyes shut hard with those tears now staining her fur. He exhaled, and pushed her off his cock once again.

He started fucking her face with steady and firm strokes. She was gagging and swallowing his prick like a champ as he pumped her throat full of dick. He was solidly reaming her now with his pace quickening along with his heartrate. He didn't have to try to hold back either, in more ways than one. If she was giving him the go to face fuck her then that meant she'd be happy with the blow job whenever he was. He just need to unload in her, which suited both of them just fine for their own reasons.

It wasn't hard to fuck her face either. Mark had never been with anyone who would let him even consider doing any such thing. He inched himself to the edge of the couch and leaned over her. He finally let himself go, panting right along with her gagging and choking, and laced his fingers behind her head. Five bucks of his hips later and Mary's nose was pressed so hard into his stomach she likely couldn't breath even if her throat wasn't clogged with dick.

He grunted for about a half a minute, the liquid draining patiently from his nuts, as Mary fidgeted and nervously pulled at his belt loops. She started tapping his thigh and he pushed her off his cock quickly, snapping back to the reality that she might need to take in some air. He wasn't quite finished emptying himself out, so while Mary gasped and sucked in some much need O2 she also got a hot facial of fresh cum.

Mary panted slowly and calmed her breathing while Mark gave himself a few sloppy strokes to eject the last rope or two over her face. Her cheeks were wet with the runoff from her eyes and his cumshot. She had to wipe a glob away from one eye before she could lean close to him and put her mouth back on his dick. Mary had him licked and sucked clean a minute or so later and was putting him back in his pants just the way she'd found him before she'd ever gotten started.

"Sorry." He told her. Sometimes he got carried away. She licked her lips absently and shrugged at him while standing up. She wiped another glob of cum that was about to drip off her chin and popped it in her mouth and sucked her finger clean.

"You're fine. You were pretty full." She commented and stepped over to the kitchen to grab a paper towel.

"I haven't jerked it in a few days." He told her. Mary came back wiping her face of as much cum as she could. "I think you'll need a wet cloth for that, Mary."

"I'll take a shower in a few. Let's try to unlock him a few more times first." She said and reached out to pick the controller up again. Mark chuckled. After him blowing a load he felt like a lot of his stress had evaporated. Who knows, maybe Mary's oral fixation would give him the edge needed to rise to the challenge.