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Part Three

I Gave my Mousey a loving hug. “And That brings me to you... Sorry about that my dear, but as you see I really need someone in my life and you are now My Mousey.”

“Thank you Sir, I am soo sorry for your loss and while I may never be able to replace Breeanna, I will do all within my power to be the best companion I can be for you Sir.” She sniffled with a hopeful smile.

“ I am sure you shall my dear, now lets get things back on track and celebrate life. For life is for the living after all, and Breeanna is always with me. And I can show you her resting place if you would like?” I offered.

“ I'd like that, she seemed like an amazingly loving morph.”

“She was, but it takes one to know one my dear. Now on to the next course, Fresh Spring rolls; these were her favorite.” I said bringing out a package of rice paper disks.

“Ooh, I remember these! I could never figure out how they were made. This is fascinating.”

“Just soak the Rice vermicelli noodles and the wrappers and you can fill them with anything tasty you want. Some freshly cheffinaded Basil, some lettuce or we can use a bit of the Tuscan kale.”

“Cheffinad?” Mel asked.

“It is a technique with fresh herbs you roll them into a tight cigar shape and thinly slice them into fine shreds. Go over to the windowsill and bring me about twenty basil leaves from the herb box. There is basil, thyme, mint and sage growing in there.” I say directing her to the indoor herb garden.

“Wow this is wonderful I love the smell of fresh herbs, will these do?” She asked handing me a handful of glossy green basil leaves.

“These will do perfectly, Thank you my dear, now... Watch closely.” I said as I demonstrated the technique to her.

“Amazing! You are like a wizard in the kitchen!” My Mousey trilled as we put the next course together.

“You are looking at someone who loves to cook, it is like a dance, a symphony of flavors. And you Miss Montserrat, are the belle of the ball.”

“Thank you good Sir, now how do we put these all together?” she asked with a Spritely grin.

“Easy peasy Mousey mine. We have the carrots that I have turned into thin strips with a vegetable peeler, the cheffinadded Basel, the Tuscan kale that we removed the center ribs from and quickly blanched, rice vermicelli noodles, thinly sliced pork and these succulent shrimp I picked up from the international district, as well as a bit of hoisin sauce. This is referred to as my Mise en place.”

“Mise en place?” Mel asked looking confused.

“Mise en place is a French culinary phrase which means 'putting in place' or 'everything in its place.' It refers to the set up required before cooking, and is often used in professional kitchens to refer to organizing and arranging the ingredients, as we have here.” I say indicating the line of bowls on the counter.

“Oh, that is very cool, Thank you Sir!” She chirped leaning in and kissing me on the cheek.

“Now, all we need to do is take the rice paper wrappers and one at a time place them into a pan of hot water, just enough to make them pliable, no more than thirty seconds, really just enough to rehydrate them, then pull them out, lay them on the cutting board and assemble your ingredients. Then roll, tuck in the ends and complete the roll and place them on a plate. Or slice on the bias and serve with some peanut sauce.” I finished with a flourish presenting my Mousey with a finished plate.

Wow! That is fast and easy and...” she paused taking a bite. “...Delicious! I never would have dreamed just how easy these are to make and fun to eat.” Mel enthused finishing her plate.

“Now it's Your turn.” I said stepping back Mel blinked then grinned at me.

“Okay... It looks easy enough.” She said going through the steps. Her first roll was a disaster; the roll was uneven and noodles drooped from the ends. Mel blushed and I chuckled.

“Okay, not the best looking one, but for your first try not too bad, the question is, how does it taste? For the god of French cuisine Georges Auguste Escoffier himself once said: _ 'It is not how it looks, but how it tastes that matters.' _ So let's give it a try, shall we?” I said slicing the roll and handing her half,

“Well, it's tasty, but a total mess. I guess I will get better the more I practice.” Mel said cupping the disintegrating spring roll in her paws.

“Indeed you shall my dear. For a first try it was a good effort, I think you overstuffed it a bit is all.”

“Thank you Sir, mmm, I could eat a dozen of these, they are really addictive!”

“Good food usually is, but fresh ingredients tend to make all the difference.” I said as we made a dozen more spring rolls for us to enjoy.

“Now I will occasionally entertain a few business clients here from time to time. It is usually a lunch or dinner affair to showcase the garden or some new produce I am growing. Your job is to be charming, Breeanna was very good at her job, and I believe in time it shall become second nature for you as well.”

“ I'll do my best Sir. Thank you for putting so much faith in me, I'll try and not let you down. Um... if I may ask Sir, why did you request a mouse morph, as opposed to the other choices available to you?” she asked genuinely curious.

“Why not just get a replacement Raccoon?” I asked giving her a winsome smile. She nodded.

“Well I could say one was not available at the time, but that would not be accurate. The choices of morph companions are many; Skunks, Lapines, Raccoons, Mice, Felines and Vulpines. are all popular choices, but I couldn't risk putting Breeanna's memories on a new Raccoon morph, in my mind she would constantly be living in Breeanna's shadow and we both would be miserable, and it wouldn't be her fault. so... I chose another.”

“ I understand. Thank you Sir, for choosing me. I really hoped I could be what you were looking for. I am looking forward to this new life, but if I prove to be.... incompatible, please know that I did my best.” she said lowering her muzzle.

“Personally I think you will do fine. You may need a bit more encouragement from time to time, but I believe in you Mel, I really do. I wouldn't have offered you the contract bracelet if I didn't think you could succeed in the job.” I said drawing her into a hug.

“Thank you Sir, but if I may be so brazen to say, I have not as of yet sucked your seed, would you please assist me in 'Suck-Seeding'?” she asked with a giggle.

“ I do like that sense of humor of yours! Follow me to the couch, I think we will be much more comfortable.” I said leading my Mousey to the couch. “Lets get a bit more comfortable” I said as we undressed each other, I then sat on the couch and my Mousey took up a position between my knees. Kissing her way up my inner thighs gently nuzzling my package. Licking my shaft, taking me into her muzzle and lightly suckling me to rock hard readiness as I caressed her supple ears while she serviced me. She murred softly slowly working me to the back of her muzzle in long slow strokes.

“That feels wonderful Mel, you are very good at this.” I sighed very much enjoying my Mousey's ministrations. She pulled off with a wet slurp smiling up at me her eyes aglow with lust.

“Thank you Sir, I very much enjoy this, would you please feed your Mousey?” She asked coyly.

“It would be my pleasure to feed you anytime you wish it my dear.” I replied placing my hand between her ears and guiding her muzzle back into action.

Her rhythmic sucking was starting to make me twitch, as a shot of sweet pre splashed against her back molars. Taking that as a cue, she drew a deep breath, and pressed me all the way to the back of her muzzle and a moment later, I felt myself sliding down her throat. The sensation was amazing she strained to take me fully but when she started to swallow her throat muscles massaging my shaft sent me through the roof of pleasure. After Ten repetitions, she withdrew me to take another deep breath, her tongue dancing over the head of my cock. Three breaths later I once more slid down her throat effortlessly, her renewed hunger spurring me on. Much as I try to hold out, I know it is a losing battle I could not hold out for long with this Mousey's throat muscles milking my shaft demanding to be fed, and feed her I did.

“Getting close lover, if you need a breath take it now, because I am about to unleash a flood down your gullet.” I huffed.

Mel took a quick breath and shoved me as far down her lovely throat as she could. I felt her delicate paws gently tugging my sack, that sent me off. Grabbing a handful of her fine auburn hair, I bucked into her muzzle grunting

“Cumming!” I grunted grabbing both sides of her head, muzzle fucking my Mousey as my shaft exploded pumping wave after wave of my thick baby batter flooding down her throat. Mel swallowed frantically at the seminal flood filling her throat; five shots poured down her gullet before she pulled back, my erupting shaft filling her cheeks with my sweet sticky seed. She swallowed twice more before my delivery was complete. Feeling my shaft swimming in a sea of my own cream in her muzzle as her tongue caressed me lovingly before she pulled off, savoring the taste of my gift like fine wine, sitting back on her haunches she smiled up at me.

“Thank you Sir, I do enjoy your flavor, it brings back very fond memories for me.”

“Ah, high school?” I asked drawing her up from the floor to lay against me on the couch and cuddle as I recovered.

“Yes Sir, it was my sweet sixteen party, and Tod Jeffreys was my best friend. We met in art class, he had real drawing talent and he talked me into modeling for him. It turned out that he created a full value portrait of me as a birthday gift. It was very sweet, and one thing led to another and we... started fooling around, a bit of making out here and there wherever we could find a secluded spot.” Mel paused smiling lost to the memory a few moments. I just caressed her flanks enjoying her soft lush fur, thinking of my raccoon.

“So, he was your first?” I asked softly, Mel nodded with a contented sigh.

“It was sweet... He was very gentle and afterwards, we were still friends, it's not like I could be his 'girl friend'. The best I could hope for was being his 'fuck toy', and we didn't want that … I like to think of us as 'friends with benefits'. I mean neither of us had the experience we needed to really make it work, but we did a lot of practicing!” She chuckled at the happy memory.

“Well I throughly approve of your oral talent my dear, I am amazed that you don't seem to have a gag reflex.”

“It was never that much of an issue, and I learned to suppress it, but I think most morphs are gen-engineered without one. And I am very much looking forward to sleeping with you, if for no other reason, than I will really enjoy cuddling up to someone at night.”

“That makes two of us my dear.” I said hugging her to me enjoying the feeling once more of snuggling with a morph and having soft luscious fur against my bare skin..

“You know, Breeanna used to wonder around the house in just her fur, except when we had company, if you would like to do that as well, I know I would appreciate that.” I said cupping a furry Mouse mammary, running my thumb over a craggy nipple as Mel sighed in pleasure.

“ I have never been in a situation where I could just walk around being naked, other than in my bedroom, for I tend to sleep in the nude, perhaps it's the built in fur coat, but I do love the feeling of sunlight on my fur when I could get it. Thank you Sir I think I would like to try that, would it be possible for me to do some painting? There are some lovely vistas here I would like to try and capture.” My Mousey said.

“Certainly, I will fully support your artistic creativity. Breeanna used to love to sing, and filled the house with music, she had a lively contralto voice that I found very enjoyable to listen to her.” I said, sitting her up on to straddle my lap.

“Thank you kind Sir, I am not much of a singer, but I like to think of myself as a halfway decent painter.” Mel smiled as I rested my hands on her shapely hips.

“Have you taken any advanced artistic classes since high school? I asked with interest.

“Just a short course from the community education extension on intermediary acrylics and oils.”

“ I see... did you like it?” I asked seeing her face light up.

“Oh, Yes Sir! Art is one of my passions, and while I paint as often as I can I would very much appreciate the opportunity to do more if I will have the time to pursue it?” She asked hopefully, I could see the light in her eyes and knew she would do well here.

“Tomorrow we shall go into the city and collect your possessions and you can set up your creative space. You will have at least one day a week to devote to your artistic pursuits but any idle time, you can draw or sketch as you like, You will probably have more time once we figure out your schedule, I am sure we can work around things for you to develop as an artiest. But for now I can guarantee at least one day a week to completely devote to your artistic endeavors... But, it will come with a price my dear.” I say with a wicked gleem in my eyes.

“Oh? And what would that be, Sir?” She asked with trepidation.

“ I will want some art to hang on my walls. Bree was a singer and I encouraged her to sing and fill my house with music. You being an artiest I will also encourage you to create works I can display, have you ever had a gallery showing?” I ask, Mel blinked, stunned that anyone would take her artistic talents seriously.

“Um, no Sir, other than high school and the final class at the Education extension. They displayed everyones artwork for a week, I got some very nice critiques on my 'cityscape at sunset' piece.”

Do you still have it?” I asked rather interested to see just how artistically talented my new Mousey was.

“Oh, yes Sir it is on proud display in the common room of the rooming house I am living at, or Was living at as I seem to now be here with you. How do I handle the change of address?” She inquired.

“We can put in the change of address to the office if you like or you can have your correspondence sent to the Agency and they will forward everything if you are worried about someone finding out where you are. As there is no postal delivery waay out here in the puckerbrush.” I said with a chuckle holding my arms wide. Mel nodded.

“ I think it would be fine to have it go to your office, and thank you for supporting my artistic endeavors. Monica, the skunk morph I talked with years ago was a ceramics sculptor, she said her patron supported her artistic endeavors, so it gave me hope.”

“Sadly, not everyone does, as you may know a lot of contract morphs are seen as nothing more than furry fuck toys, it always annoyed me when Bree was called that, she had such a loving heart. I like to think I nurtured her and made her happy that she accepted my contract.”

“ I am sure she was very content here, if it's not too sensitive a subject, would you have any recordings of her singing?” Mel asked softly not wanting to cause me further pain at my loss. I sighed with a nod.

“ I do indeed. actually, I have a set of holotapes of her singing, and one of her dancing in the great room, as well as a performance she did in the Tavern courtyard when we went to Ren Fair; she, was, magnificent! Here, let me play it for you.” I said shooing her off my lap heading up the stairs to the bedrooms.

“Here is your room,” I said opening the door to the left of the staircase. “It overlooks the gardens, and you have a balcony that might work well for your painting. It is light and airy and...Bree loved it.” I paused opening the door to the warm room paneled in rich cedar that gave the room a glow in the setting sun. I heard Mel gasp.

“Oh my God, Sir... It's... It's perfect! And that view! This would be a perfect studio! the panoramic picture window and the French doors that lead out to the balcony. Mel slowly entered walking as if in a dream, she opened the doors and stepped out into the large balcony, the warm evening breeze ruffling her fur as she inhaled deeply the rich evening scents of garden and woods. Hugging herself, she turned to lean back against the railing lowering her muzzle looking at me as I stood in the doorway.

“Mmm thank you Sir, the sun and fresh air feel wonderful on my fur. I am going to love my new room and look forward to sharing your bed. This feels to me to be a very good contract.” She pushed off from the railing and approached me one hip at a time, oozing pure seduction and slowly wrapped herself around me, maximizing contact. “Partners, lovers, friends; I am, and always shall be...Your Mousey. For as long as you wish me to be.”

End Part Three

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