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The sound of duster against a shelf, the soft patter, patter of a shelf being lightly dusted filled the room, alongside the low hum of some very energetic music played in a pair of Bluetooth headphones. A mouse was stepping on her tiptoes, trying to reach a spot on the shelf that was just out of reach, even on the stepladder she was standing on. Nora, even for a mouse, was still pretty short.

"Come on!" Nora said as she tried to reach the top of the shelf, what she was trying to dust just out of reach, she could feel the stepladder about to tip over, she tried her best to right herself but with a light yelp she fell over onto her back, or she would have if not for a pair of arms catching her. Looking back, Nora saw who caught her. He had strong arms, far stronger than his profession would give anyone the idea of. His orange colored fur with black spots all over and a long tail. He had long jet black hair, wrapped neatly in a bun, and a smile that would melt the heart of even the coldest of animals.

"Careful love." An accented voice gently spoke. It was a mix between an American midwestern accent and a Scottish brogue, from years of living in the states and away from his homeland. His arms were warm, and his body was too. She had to fight the instinct to snuggle into his chest.

"M-Mister Jones?" Nora said her voice was a lot squeakier than she wanted it to sound. It was rather embarrassing to be rescued by a man ten years your junior. Germain Jones was Nora's current employer as a maid. He was a painter by trade and a fairly good one, if Nora said so herself . The feline helped her to her feet and dusted her off gently.

"Are you okay?" Germain asked, looking her all over Nora to make sure that she wasn't injured in any way.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Nora responds by straightening out her skirt, adjusting her glasses and smiling as she grabs the duster she was using and puts it into a pocket on her apron. She gave Germain a wave as she went back to her work. Putting her earphones back into her ear as she does this, she spies her employer doing what he does best: painting. Germain was a figurative watercolour painter who specialized in the animal form. He was looking intently at a photo on his laptop and his canvas. And like the waters he used to make his paints, his arm flowed from point to point on the canvas, each stroke of his brush was like a masterstroke, but that was just Nora's opinion, she didn't know much about painting or anything art related, but she'd seen many of Germain's other paintings all around his apartment some of them finished, some of them unfinished, each one more beautiful than the last. She honestly could watch him paint for hours on end. But she had to tear her eyes away from Germain and get back to her work. The rest of Nora's Day went by without much incident, and she finished cleaning Germain's home and bid him adieu and went home.

Arriving home, she let out a tired sigh as she stepped into her home. The lights were on, which meant that her son was home from middle school. She walked into the living room and saw her son watching tv.

"Hey dear." Nora said to her son, as she took off her shoes and put on a pair of slippers.

"Hey mom, how was work?" the young mouse asked, not turning away from the tv.

"Fine." Nora said as she went to the kitchen to grab some leftover food from the night before, as she did she passed a photo that shouldn't hurt her much anymore, but it still does, it was a photo of her and one other mouse, in his arms was a pup version of her son. The photo was of her late husband, Lance. The pain of the night she lost him was still fresh in her mind thirteen years later. She closed her eyes, willing herself not to dwell on it for too long and she went to the kitchen, grabbing leftover vegetable pasta. Sitting down next to her son, she ruffled the young mice's hair, and he rolled his eyes.

"So, how was my little man's day at school?" Nora asked her son. He shrugged. Her son, James, was a rather shy boy. He had friends, but he didn't do much besides talk to them and he tended to keep to himself even around her.

"Well, I hope you're doing well." Nora said happily. She and her son watched tv in silence, simply enjoying each other's company until it was time for him to head to bed. She was left alone in the living room and sighed again. Eventually, she fell asleep on the couch. The next morning, after eating breakfast and showering, she returned to Germain's apartment where she saw the artist sprawled on his floor, a half-finished painting still up. Gently tiptoeing around him, she picked up a few of the little items that littered his workspace. After putting them in their right places, she kneeled before the sleeping cheetah and shook him.

"Mister Jones, it's time to wake up." Nora said, shaking him gently, gasping Germain shot up. looking around his fur was a mess and he looked like he'd seen a ghost.

"Oh, Nora, what time is it?" Germain asked, seemingly out of it, smiling Nora took out her phone and showed him. The feline jumped up stretching and getting a few cricks in his body out from sleeping on the ground, "Thanks I'll be right back." Germain said as he left for his bathroom, rolling her eyes, Nora went to the kitchen preparing to make a meal for Germain, that wasn't part of her job, it's just if she didn't he'd probably not eat otherwise. A few minutes passed and the sound of a door opening caught Nora's attention walking out, shirt missing with only a pair of slacks on his lower half Germain walked out, rubbing a towel in his hair. Nora had to fight the urge to ogle her employer's body, the way his still lightly wet fur made his chiseled chest prominent, his strong arms which she still has the faint memories of holding him the day before, his handsome face and charming smile. A lump forms in her throat and she tears her eyes away from him, trying to focus on the cooking she was doing. She then felt him behind her close enough that she could feel his hot, hot breath on the back of her neck.

"You know I never tire of your cooking, Nora." The feline says, as his nose takes in the sweet aroma of pancakes on the griddle, Nora can feel her heart rate go up several octaves and she tries to slow it, taking deep, deep breaths.

"Thank you sir, I try my best." Nora said she feels him leave the kitchen, and he goes to his easel and canvas and starts preparing to finish where he left off the day before. Then something hit him. Turning to Nora, he spoke up again.

"Oh, that reminds me, I have a question to ask you, well more like a request." Germain said. Nora raised an eyebrow as she finished cooking.

"Sure sir, what is it?" She said, plating the pancakes and placing them next to Germain, who took a fork that was on the plate and poked one of the pancakes, putting it in his mouth and a smile on his face as he enjoyed the flavor.

"Well, it's rather embarrassing but um... would you mind modeling for me?" Germain asked, Nora's heart rate went up again, she didn't think that would be something that she would ask her, "You don't have to if you don't want to." Germain said, trying to reassure her. Nora was glad her fur was dark enough to hide the blush that now illuminated her face. She felt a light heat on her.

"But you have such a... wonderful appearance. I'd love to have it captured in a few paintings." Germain said, his usual smile on his face. Nora took a moment to steady her heart and her breathing, and she responded.

"I guess I can do it." Nora said. Germain perked up and smiled.

"Good, come by tonight. I'll pay you extra for each time you model." Germain said. Nora nodded. She was not sure what she'd just gotten herself into. After finishing most of her work and heading home early she tried to think of what to wear to do this, fretting over the various outfits she had, she finally managed to find one she thought might be good to model in, and then after making sure her son was asleep she went to Germain's apartment. Knocking on his door, she was greeted by him, now fully dressed, and he gave her a smile.

"Alright, you came. Take a seat over there." Germain pointing to an ottoman next to his easel and canvas, she sat down, and she stood as still as she could in the pose she'd chosen as Germain painted her, he would look at her, scrutinize and study every minute detail of her body, she didn't know why but the way he looked at her made her feel hot under the collar, but she managed to stay completely still. A few hours passed and Germain was done painting. He handed her a few hundred-dollar bills into her hands, much to her surprise, and gave her a hug.

"Same time tomorrow night?" Germain said happily. Nora nodded, and she went on her way. So the next night, she showed up again in the same outfit since Germain needed the reference to be the same and he painted her again. This went on for a few more nights before Germain asked something that made Nora's heart rise even higher than before. While she was cleaning, he had raised the question.

"Umm... Nora, I have another question for you." Germain said. Nora turned to Germain and smiled at him.

"Sur Mister Jones, what is it?" Nora asked. As she finished dusting.

"Um... do you mind if I paint you nude next time you model for me?" Germain asked, Nora felt her face flush hard and the heat in her body rise even higher, "Again you don't have to do it if you don't want to." Germain said, trying to put away any of her fears. Nora tried to think of what she should say.

"I-I guess I can." Nora said and Germain smiled, hugging her tightly. The heat she was feeling got even hotter, and she tried to ignore how good it felt to be against his hard chest.

Going back to her home after work, she saw her son doing homework at the dining room table and smiled at him.

"Hey mom, something wrong?" James asked, and she shook her head no. She went to the kitchen to cook for that night, and she couldn't keep her mind off of what she was going to do later that night, when her son was asleep. She wondered how Germain would react to seeing her naked. She wasn't the prettiest mouse in Lakeview. How would he look at her? A chubby mouse who still hadn't managed to get rid of the fat she got from having her son. She pushed those thoughts aside, trying to focus on the job at hand.

When her son had finally gone to sleep, she went to Germain's apartment like usual and to say her heart was beating a million beats a minute would be an understatement. She was so, so nervous about this whole thing. Knocking on the door, Germain greeted her with his usual big smile. Giving her a robe, she went to the bathroom and stripped out of her clothes. She took a few deep breaths and walked outside of the bathroom, where Germain was waiting with rapt attention. She noticed how his eyes followed her, looking her up and down. She didn't know if this was a good thing or not.

"Alright, same spot as usual, whenever you're ready." Germain said. Taking one last deep breath, Nora disrobed, the soft fabric falling from her shoulders and down around her waist until it pooled around her ankles on the ground. She heard a gasp escape Germain's mouth. The way he studied her body, scrutinizing it every inch, every curve, every contour of her, she could feel the heat in her body rise higher and higher. He began painting her as soon as she sat down. The way his brush strokes looked this time was vastly different from before. His hands moved like clockwork, up and down, left right, all around the canvas. It was rather mesmerizing to observe. A couple of hours would pass as he painted her, and then he announced he was finished with the painting. Nora rises from the ottoman in the middle, but before she could reach the bathroom, she felt an arm wrap around her waist. She could feel Germain's muscular body against her soft one. Feeling his warm breath on the back of her neck, a shiver ran down Nora's spine.

"Mi-Mister Jones?" Nora said her breathing was growing heavier and heavier. She felt his claws trail up her waist, to her soft belly, and towards her supple breasts.

"Do you know how beautiful you are Nora?" Germain whispered into the mouse's ear, a deep jolt of electricity shot down her spine as she felt his cock against her back, his body was so close to hers and the only thing separating them completely was the clothing that Germain was wearing. She let out a light moan when she felt his teeth nibble at her ear.

"G-Germain, we-we can't I-I have to be back home for my son." Nora stammered out, managing to wrench herself out of the cheetah's grip, her heart was beating so damned fast, and she felt weak in the knees.

"R-Right. Sorry." Germain said. He took a moment to breathe in and out. She so desperately wanted him to continue.

"I-It's okay." A silence hung in the air as Nora said this. She then spoke up again.

"My son is going to his grandparents this weekend, I-I can come in then and we can continue this." Nora said, she could not believe she was accosting a younger man to fuck her, but she was so attracted to Germain and this whole ordeal has left her wanting his touch even more.

"Good, I'll see you then." Germain said. The rest of the week couldn't go by fast enough, during most of the week, Germain couldn't keep his hands off of Nora, even if he didn't go further than touching her, kissing her, and doing anything he could to make her feel loved, she thought she'd hate this, but God, she was so desperate for touch, so desperate for something after her husband died. After seeing her son off to her mother and father. Looking in her closet, she wanted to find something that would tantalize Germain, make him want her even more. She then spied something in her closet, something she'd not worn since she was married all those years ago. She put it on and by some minor miracle, it still fit.

Heading to Germain's house, she knocked on the door, much like she did before, and she was greeted by the cheetah with his signature smile. She walked inside and was immediately pulled into a kiss, his arms wrapped around her waist. She could feel his tongue inside her mouth, their tongues swirled around inside her mouth and his. She could feel herself grow weak in the knees again, but she was being propped up by Germain. She felt his hands move up from her waist and up her blouse. She could feel him play with her breasts through her lacy black bra.

"Fuck, your so beautiful," Germain said as he kissed her neck again and again, nibbling and sucking at it, she let out a moan as she clutched at his chest loving the sensation of his mouth on her body, she wanted more of him, more of his mouth, his hands everything: she wanted all of it, "Do you know how long I've wanted you?" Germain whispered in her ears as he pushed up her skirt with his other hand, admiring her panties, as lacy and as black as her bra. His fingers trailed the waistband of them, not quite entering, but teasing her to make her squirm and writhe in anticipation.

"How long I've wanted to ask you to be mine, even if just for a night?" He asked. It was a rhetorical question, as he didn't give her time to answer, pulling her into a new kiss playing with her body again. His clawed fingers entered her underwear, his finger plunged into her pussy. Nora let out a moan of pleasure as Germain fingered her. They were big and fat and the way they played with her insides was like heaven, the way they moved in and out of her again and again and again. Her moans grew an octave louder when she felt him plunge another finger into her snatch. She clutched at her lover's chest as he fingered her faster and faster. This was something she'd only felt doing it to herself. The feeling of having someone else was so different, so wonderful. Nora could feel herself getting closer to her release. She was holding on to Germain to make sure she didn't fall to her knees. Then, with a long moan mixed with a squeak, she came on his finger. Her hips bucked against his finger as he kissed her through her orgasm. Holding Nora close to him, Germain waited for her to come down from the high of cumming and then pulled her into another kiss.

"Want to go further?" Germain asked, and Nora nodded with a yes. Smiling, Germain picked her up, bridal style, and carried her to the couch nearby. Dropping her gently, he pulled her legs apart, and he knelt before her cunt, admiring the dripping wetness of it, even though her panties he could see how wet she was. He pulled her panties down around her waist and then plunged his snout into her cunt without a care.

"F-fuck!" Nora moaned out in delight. Germain licked and kissed her cunt without care. His tongue reached deep into her core, making the mouse moan even louder. Her fingers dug into the upholstery of the couch she was sitting on as she moaned again and again. Germain played with her snatch, her clit and anything else he could play with in that area. Each lick drew forth a moan from her, each suck of her clit. She was so close to cumming a second time. She was in heaven, her mind going blank from all the pleasure she was feeling. She'd not felt like this since she was married to Lance.

Nora's hips were bucking as she erupted with her second orgasm. Germain lapped up her juices with happiness, savoring the flavour of his lover. Nora, for her part, was lost in the deep, deep high of her second orgasm. Her head felt like it was on cloud nine and she didn't want to get off of it. When her body came down again, she noticed that Germain was now nude. He was standing proud, his hard feline cock fully erect, barbs and all.

"C-Can I suck it?" Nora asked. She didn't want to be the only one to feel like she did. Germain nodded, and Nora moved so her face was parallel with his member. She admired the large cock, its pink hue and the barbs that circled its tip. It was dripping precum as it twitched and throbbed with desire and want. Nora did a tentative lick of the tip of his cock, savoring the saltiness of his precum against her tongue. Then she moved her tongue down the base of his shaft, all the way to his taint. She then pulled his cock fully into her mouth. Germain let out a moan as she began to bob her head up and down his cock.

"God damn, Nora." Germain moaned out as his body rocked back and forth as Nora sucked him off. She was not the best at this. She was thirteen years out of practice, but she tried her best and it seemed to be good for Germain as he moaned and groaned in delight at feeling her suck and swirl around his cock.

"N-Nora I-I'm gonna cum!" Germain warned her, she managed to get her mouth off his cock just as he came, thick ropes of seed coated her face and chest, she was a bit annoyed since it was a right bitch to get cum out of clothes. She took off her shirt and skirt, seeing as they were going to come off soon, anyway. She admired his flaccid cock as it became erect again after a minute of rest,

"I want you in me. Fuck me now!" Nora ordered. She felt so alive right now. Germain smiled as he lined up his cock with her cunt. She could feel the heat of his cock against the heat of her snatch. He was just one thrust, one movement of his hips would be all it would take to make him and her complete. Then, with the roll of his hips, he plunged his cock into her pussy. Nora moaned out in delight as she clutched at Germain's chest as his barbed cock moved slowly through her cunt, the way the barbs pushed against her walls. Her body shivered in delight as he bottomed out inside of her. She then hissed with delight as his cock pulled out of her, stopping at the tip of his cock. He then slammed inside her again, making her moan louder and louder. His cock. Nora's body was like an inferno. His thrusts were hitting her again and again in ways she'd never thought. It'd been so long since she'd done something like this, so long since she'd been loved like this, so, so long. She was clutching at his chest with want and desire long hidden beneath the surface of her mind and her body.

"More! Fuck me harder and deeper!" Nora ordered. She was lost in the haze of lust and want; with Germain at its center, and Germain did what he was told. His cock went deeper than before, and his hips thrusted as fast as he could manage Nora's moans grew louder and louder, that she could probably wake up the dead, not that she cared much. Germain's barbed cock was twitching and throbbing, nearing its second release of the night. Slamming his cock deep into her one last time, Germane came inside Nora. Thick hot ropes of seed filled Nora's cunt. She moaned out in delight as she hugged Germain. His cum filled her to the brim, when he pulled out thick seed oozed out, pooling around her legs dripping heavily.

"God damn, that was... fuck." Germain said, not sure what words to use after what they'd just done. The only thing he could think to do after what they'd done was kiss Nora again and again. The two of them fell asleep on the couch and the next morning, the air between them was so different. Germain and Nora didn't know what they were now.

"Look Nora, I won't mind if this was a onetime thing, but-" Nora cut Germain off with a kiss. She held his hand and smiled. She didn't know if she was ready to start a new relationship, but she was willing to start, and she wouldn't mind with someone as kind and loving as Germain.

A year later...

They say actions have consequences, and it came as no surprise when a year into Nora and Germain's relationship, she found out she was going to have a second child. She was surprised at first, but she embraced it. Germain on the other hand was fretting like never before, he was already scared at the prospect of being her son's stepfather and at twenty-six he was still so young still he was doing everything he could to learn to be a good stepfather and good father to his future child. Stroking her rounded belly, the mouse watched as her boyfriend helped her son with homework and she smiled. She would never forget her first love, Lance, but she saw her new future with Germain and she couldn't wait to see it.