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Mark and Ginger were both relaxing in their bed, due to a well-earned vacation day the two had. Ginger herself had a delightful expression as she slept with her mate, who was already waking up now. "Gin looks so adorable in her sleep," Mark thought. He lovingly nuzzled her cheek with his nose, tickling her smooth body. "You can wake up if you want," said Mark. Ginger's eyes blinked and tried focusing to see whose voice it was. "Oh boy, that day of the week; a lovely vacation," she said. Mark helped his wife wake up as she looked excitedly at him. "Where should we start," she asked. Mark smiled as his hands were caressing her hips. "I have some clues," he said. Ginger blushed with a curious look. "Wake up sex, Dear," she asked. Mark's lips matched a confident smile the man bore. "Not just yet, Gin," he said. Ginger sighed at the refused offer. "Are you sure, Sweetie," she inquired. Mark nodded with a calm expression to show her. "You should eat first," he said as he headed towards their kitchen.

Ginger rolled her eyes when she obediently followed him. "Fine, fine- I'll grab a bite first," she said. Mark continued to motion his wife as he walked. "I think you'll have the necessary milk," he said. Ginger's sexual arousal was triggered and made the girl feel even hornier. "Meister, you know I'm generous with that," she teased, removing her gown for showing off her thick curves. Mark looked surprised at his wife's voluptuous, sexy body, signaling his wife's raring to go. "Shouldn't you use the bathroom before we both make love," he asked. Ginger remembered that sex with a full bladder would never be helpful. "Sorry, got carried away," she said while she walked into the bathroom. "What should I make you this time," Mark asked. Ginger smiled as she said: "Waffles." Mark sighed in relief, expecting a more difficult request. "I think I'll do the easier waffles," he said. Pat, who overheard Mark in the kitchen this time, cooed for him. Her friend acknowledged her presence and got out cheese to bait her. "Patti, I'm well-aware you are not far," said Mark.

Pat walked up the basement stairs for welcoming her best friend to a new day. "Good morning, Boss," she happily said to her friend. Mark presented the cheese slice for Pat to taste-test. "You may want to put clothes on, especially since my wife's down here," he said. Pat nodded and hurried to the basement, where she would find her drawer of clothes. "Got it- will do," she said. Once Mark heard Ginger finishing up, he checked the waffles from earlier. "Ehh- a little golden-brown is not bad," he said, watching the toaster push the waffles up when they were both done. Ginger, who recently got done, checked on her spouse. "Darling, how is everything," she asked. Mark presented the two waffles for her to check. "How do these look to you, Gin," he asked. Ginger smiled in appreciation, despite the easier route that Mark went with. "Here, let me see," she said, carrying her breasts over the pair. She began a breast massage to coat her waffles with some milk. Mark looked interested as his wife sprayed her milk on her meal. "My milk is healthier than butter, right," she asked.

Mark smiled at the innocent look on her face. "Nutritiously, that is right," he said. Mark helped dry her lactating nipples with a microfiber cloth they've used to dry off her lactating nipples. Ginger moaned while Mark's hands traveled near her breasts. "Do you want me to fill a glass with milk," she asked. Mark shook his head as he teased her breasts with his tongue. "Nah~," he said. Pat, who secretly watched the couple, grinned as Ginger was breastfeeding Mark. "Nice- Ginger's breastfeeding him. If only I could become pregnant," she thought as she moaned. The anthropomorphic mouse, who has never been a mother, was unhappy about her lack of a particular mate, due to the authorities arresting Ratbern, who she had ended up divorcing, probably because Mark suggested this woman to move on. At most, with Mark, both of them have been in a friends with benefits affiliation. Ginger's expression changed to shock once she saw Pat. "Pat?! Why the hell are you here," she asked, furious about somebody else watching her at this time. Pat giggled at Mark's breastfeeding wife, who looked more than pissed off.

"Just studying what having breasts full of milk is like," she said. Ginger grumbled a few profanities under her breath as Pat continued watching the intimate couple. "Don't worry- I'm just curious, I swear," Pat said. Ginger sighed heavily and tried relaxing just a little. "Why are you voyeuristic," she asked. Pat's face looked extremely confused to what Ginger inquired. "Voyeuristic? Are you sure that is real," she asked. "Yes; it's slightly more formal than the term pervert, but in this case you're sexually aroused by watching me nurse my husband," Ginger angrily said to Pat. Mark soon got done with suckling on Ginger's breast and looked up at his wife. "I love the milk," he said. "Thank you, Mark," Ginger calmly replied. Pat looked jealously at the Garchomp, who motioned Pat to leave instantly. "Just scram now, Rat," she said. Pat groaned as she walked out of the room. "Fine, fine: I'll go," she said. Mark looked confused towards his lover. "Gin, why did both of you fight," he asked. "She finally saw me breastfeed you with my big boobs," Ginger responded.

This time, she could be seen frowning noticeably heavily. Mark hugged his wife when he saw her cry. "Gin, I'll be sure to tell her you and I'll need more space," he said. "You should- I don't feel as comfortable with perverted voyeurs, like a few of your friends," Ginger clarified. Mark understood her concern about the privacy he and his wife need. "Gin," he said. "Yes," inquired Ginger. The couple exchanged an unexpected smile towards one another. "I'll do what I can to help," Mark said as he hugged his loved wife. Ginger understood that Mark, while good-hearted, is very persuasive. "Good luck to you," she said. Mark felt uncertain about how Pat would take this, but he felt like he had to help her. "Gin, I'll go see my friend now," he said while he traveled down the staircase. Pat, who was studying how breasts can produce milk, immediately closed her laptop while she heard Mark walk down the stairs. "Sir," she said while saluting him from her desk, as if he were her king. Mark's expression didn't change at this; he looked strictly at her direction. "Pat, my wife's upset about what was previously happening earlier," he said.

Pat rolled her eyes as she heard him discussing his wife Ginger, her #1 rival for Mark's admiration. "Dude, can't she just calm her tits," she asked. Mark shook his head, still unhappy about the situation. "Pat, you still interrupted the breastfeeding session," he said. Pat still kept a relaxed expression on her face, unaware to the conflict she caused. "Was it when I peeped at her," she asked. Mark nodded to verify a 'yes'. "Without me, she's dangerous if you're on her bad side," he warned. Pat laughed at first, but then felt slightly terrified. "How bad, my friend," she asked. "I've seen her carry guns for self-defense, but let me tell you this- she, is armed," Mark said, presenting a loaded gun to her, albeit not pointed. "This model has bullets with a virus to lock the limbs of those who are shot. Sooner or later, your heart's stopping if you cannot get the antidote," he said. Pat look scared as he bit on her lip. "Mark, can you forgive my perverted ways," she asked as the gun's barrel shined directly at her when she saw it. "I want you to cease the voyeurism," he said, retrieving the gun to a pocket.

Pat was already close to fainting, so Mark snapped his finger, distracting her from what made her scared. "Snap out of it," he yelled. Pat's face had a confused expression, forgetting her worries for a bit. "Wha-? What's up, Mark," she asked. "Pat, it looks like you dozed off," Mark said. "I don't sleep well when I hear your wife moan. It reminds me of being alone," she said. Mark could see Pat barely keeping her eyes focused. "I'm sure there is more to it," he said. Pat lazily nodded and could not help but grin. "Mark, I love the bed and all, but my hearing is just sensitive," she said. Mark looked carefully at the rodent, examining her eyes' tiredness and lack of a twinkle. "Have you considered a white noise machine," he asked. Pat looked confused at her debater. "What the hell's that," she asked. Mark looked around the custom office, only to notice a few electrical outlets left unoccupied. "They help with filtering out background sounds," he said. Pat still bore a confused expression. "Do you think I could see one," she asked.

Mark nodded with approval, but was motioning to give her the laptop. "Yes, I'll search for models worth suggesting," he said. "I hope this works," said Pat. Her ears perked when she saw one that was resembling a mouse. "Mark, get it, get it, get it," Pat redundantly said to Mark, whose finger pointed to its rating. "On the contrary, most people don't seem to like it," he said. Pat shook her head as Mark showed another model. "Nah, it's not cute," she said. Mark sighed while his hand directed her to a 4.9 star rating. "Not everything good ends up looking cute," he said. Pat rolled her eyes when Mark bought this to help her out. "Fine, I'll try it," she said. Mark knew Pat preferred an appliance that she found to be cute. However, a white noise machine with a generic design was far from her first choice. Being a good-hearted friend of hers, Mark wanted Pat to have quality appliances where she would have lived. "Pat, I want you to have quality products that could last you years," he said. Pat sighed as he finalized the purchase for her. "You're such a gent. You did not have to buy it for me," she teased.

One Week Later...

Mark was surprised to see Pat enjoying one of the best appliances that he got for his friend. "She is happily asleep for a change," he thought. Pat's ears have sensitive hearing, so this appliance calmed the mouse down. She slept as if she had no cares and still slept on. Mark playfully nibbled on her ear to wake her up a bit. "Hey, that's pretty ticklish," Pat said in her sleep. She opened her eyes, satisfied to see her friend. "How's the white noise machine," Mark inquired to her. Pat blushed when she raised her hand to hold one of Mark's. "That suggestion was the most helpful I've had this year. I don't think I've slept so well in months," she said. Mark smiled when Pat happily gave him a hug. "I'm flattered to hear things are improving," he said. Pat knew that Mark luckily helped her once again, this time with how she slept. "First you saved my life, then you helped me sleep," she thought. Pat, regardless of how much she has missed Ratbern, knew Mark was the right choice. "You're my favorite hero," she said with a glow in her eyes.