Bad Hare Day
Monalle heaved a sigh as the Master drove off. With the Master gone for the weekend, there was no need for the chef or personal assistant or any other workers. It would just be her and the Young Master today.
She lifted a long foot from the ground, rubbing her thighs together.
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Being the only maid in the house, she was uncomfortable with the uniform at first. Thanks to the soft corset she wore, her ample bosom was a grand cleavage canyon. A frilly skirt hung from the bottom of the corset, so short that she had to be cautious of incidental indecency when cleaning the floors. Quite the provocative outfit.
There was also a small cape, but it was mostly decorative. A large bow on her butt and short sleeves, the cape was designed to reveal the front with nothing but a few straps to hold it still. At least it kept her shoulders warm.
The other workers eventually solaced her concerns. It turned out that the Master wasn't actually much of a lecher. His wife had a similar outfit she favored for more private purposes. Yet, with her death, he only asked the maids he employed to wear the uniform as a gentle tribute, not for his own fetish. Plus, he preferred other humans, not furry hares like herself.
With that knowledge, Monalle didn't have to worry about her ‘off' days like today. No sexual advances or the strong scent of arousal to send her off the deep end. The most she had to worry about was the occasional juvenile erection she sniffed from the Young Master. Those would only send a shiver down her spine and a light tingle, nothing too bad.
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Finally calming down her agitated sex, Monalle touched her paw back to the floor. She adjusted the skirt around her small, puffy tail and took a kerchief from her pocket. Pulling her long ears back, she tied them down under the bandanna. The best way to get through the day was with some work!
First came the dusting. This early in the morning, fluffing the feathery wand about was a relaxing way to start. Over the mantle, around the pictures, and across the furniture. Monalle even gave a tickle between her breasts and brushed her button-nose softly with a giggle. She always was a little goofy when in heat.
Next was the Master's bedroom. The Master was a disciplined man, so there wasn't much to clean. Make the bed, take care of his pajamas, iron his suits. It barely took an hour to complete.
Then Monalle made her way to the servants bathroom. Toilet scrubbing wasn't fun, but it needed to be done. There were three other bathrooms to take care of as well. The guest bathroom was just a quick wipe-down; being rarely used. The Master's bathroom was also simple, thanks to his habits. The Young Master's on the other hand...
Monalle prepared herself. The Young Master was a boy in his mid-teens. He was too shy to have a girlfriend, which the all the servants thought was cute. However, the Young Master was still a developing boy and, well, had to deal with his hormones in some manner.
Thus, the Young Master was rather private, to say the least. Monalle was well aware of this, hence why she had yet to see him all day. She took a deep breath before stepping into his bathroom.
The toilet wasn't too bad. There were relatively few missed drops. Some poorly angled shot were to be expected. She turned to the tub.
Monalle hopped out into the hallway, gasping for fresh air. She flapped her cape, cooling herself down. The tub reeked of the Young Master's... scent. A few more breaths to clear out her nose and she dived back in.
Scrubbing heartily, the cleaning chemicals did their job. Monalle was able to breathe again. She continued with the sponge, taking care of every crack and crevice. A strange feeling on her hand was the only thing that made her pause.
Monalle lifted her arm to inspect the situation. Sure enough, stuck amongst her fur was some white gunk. A drop wiggled about, hanging by a string of the stuff...
"No!" Monalle forced her tongue back into her mouth and shook her head. "Bad girl!" She flicked her hand, sending the gob towards the drain. The sponge took care of the rest of the stuff still coating some hairs.
Speaking of which, Monalle was feeling a tinge of hunger. She looked to the waterproof clock that adorned a wall. It was nearing noon. Lunch time.
Finishing off the rest of the scrubbing and sending more gunk down the drain, Monalle gave her hands a good wash before heading to the kitchen. The cook had left some dinners to reheat and a bunch of snacks, but not much else. That was alright, she could manage sandwiches and a salad herself.
Monalle munched away on the lettuce as she prepared enough for both herself and the Young Master. She gulped down her own meal and placed the rest on a small cart. The wheels squeaked a little as she pushed it down the hall. She stopped at the Young Master's door, reaching out for the knob.
"Young Master, sir, I brought you some-" Monalle gasped.
"uhhh-Ah!" The Young Master yanked his pillow to cover himself, mid squirt. His hips trembled as he forced himself to a sudden halt. The look of ecstasy twisted to horror as he lay on his bed, his computer pushed up beside it. Sticky fur and heaving breasts danced across the monitor.
Monalle slammed the door shut. "I am so sorry, sir! I forgot to knock! I'll leave your lunch outside the door should you get hungry." She spoke feverishly through the door before dashing back down the hall, her brown cheeks turning maroon.
It took a few minutes for Monalle to collect herself. Her hands quaked a little, a foot thumping gently against the floor. That's right! The floor needed to be washed!
As calmly as she could, Monalle filled a bucket with water. The hardwood floors deserved a good cleaning by hand every now and then instead of the usual mopping. She also splashed some of the water over her own face, undoing her bandanna to let her burning ears cool off.
The bucket hit the floor with a thud. Some of the water spilled over the rim. A rag came by and wiped it away. It swung around, circling the bucket. It made a second pass around. And a third.
Monalle stared blankly at the floor as she kept crawling across the floor in circles. The Young Master's display... The video on his computer... And that heady scent... They all clouded Monalle's thoughts.
The rag smacked the floor with a squish. This was impossible! Monalle could hardly breathe. The fur of her cleavage glistened with sweat. The corset chaffed against her back and belly, and especially against her nipples. It felt so damned tight!
She relaxed, focusing on calming herself. She knew exactly what was wrong with her. And at this rate she was never going to finish her chores. If she could just cool herself...
Monalle groaned. It was a naughty thing to do, but there was little reason not to. Nobody else would be showing up today. Luckily, the Young Master was probably wholly embarrassed and wouldn't be leaving his room unless he really had to. There was no likelihood that she would be caught.
Both hands slid up under the cape. Her fingers guided each other to the zipper. She shivered as the corset loosened, cold air licking over her wet fur. The fingers grabbed the fabric, pulling it down, skirt and all.
Monalle tossed the corset to a corner. She looked down at her half-naked body. Her stiff nipples throbbed with appreciation for their freedom. Sweat dripped from her fur onto her undies. She pivoted on balls of her long feet, wafting her thighs open and shut.
It wasn't too bad. The panties kept the core of her heat caged well enough. The short cape also afforded at least a morsel of decency. Most importantly, she could feel the warmth escape her body.
Picking the rag back up, Monalle slowly knelt down. With her hormones rampaging like this, scrubbing on all fours felt much more natural. And it kept her sex from smoldering between her thighs. Although, if she was any more well-endowed, her unrestrained nipples would have etched lines into the wood as she moved...
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An hour passed without any change... in anything. Monalle was starting to get exhausted from the rapid beating of her heart and the sporadic tightening of certain muscles.
"M-M-... Monalle?" Her ears perked straight up and her tail twitched at the voice behind her.
"Y-Young Master! I am so sorry! I-I was really hot a-and..." Monalle's arms leapt to grapple her chest, her hands making a futile effort to pull the sleeves of the small cape to her breasts. She sat into her calves, trying to hide as much of her panties as possible as she turned to see the Young Master.
The look on his face was a combination of awe and fear. He shook his head when he realized his manners, covering his eyes and turning away. "I'm sorry too, I didn't mean to... And earlier I was..." The poor boy completely forgot what he was going to say.
Monalle cleared her throat. "No, it is not your fault, sir. I lost control of myself and was too vulgar." She tried to remain calm, though the shame in her face was getting warm.
"Lost control? C-Can I help?"
What?! The surprise shot through Monalle like a searing blade. She quelled the initial thoughts of satisfaction immediately. Another deep breath. Think. The boy was being so polite. If she could just sooth a bit of her tension, she could make it through the day. It would also be a good method of compensation for the earlier mishap...
"Umm... Y-Yes you can, sir... Only if you really want to, that is, sir." Monalle shut her eyes, not wanting to watch the boy's reaction.
"I-I do. What should I do?" The Young Master continued look the other way and cover his eyes.
"C-Come over here." Monalle instructed, hesitantly. "It's alright, you can look." She dropped a hand to her groin, to hide her panties from that angle, keeping the other over the majority of her chest.
The Young Master turned around. He dropped his hand. It took a few moments for him to take it all in. His eyes darted about, well aware of what hid behind her arm. He slowly stepped forward, shaking a little. Trying to not burn a hole into her, he averted his gaze every other second.
When he stood before her, Monalle nodded for him to get down on his knees. "They're... My chest is rather st-stiff. If you would be so kind, please massage them." She attempted to maintain a degree of seriousness to divert from the fact what she was asking was obscene.
Monalle slid her arm back. She palmed the furthest breast. Turning her head to avoid his reaction once more. She cautiously spread her fingers, revealing the aroused nipple. Her ears flicked atop her head has she heard a light gasp from the Young Master.
"O-Okay." The Young Master's voice rose in pitch as it jumped to his throat. He grunted to put it back in his place. A quivering hand reached for the shining beacon.
"N-No... W-With your mouth... Please." Monalle looked at him, then looked down. Her cheeks flared red, her ears folding back with shame.
The Young Master nodded, his sight never deviating from the goal. He opened his mouth and began to lean in. Monalle huffed as his soft lips touched her supple skin. The boy was careful, pressing only with his lips at first. Monalle hastened the process, pulling her hand back more and pushing her chest into his mouth.
The Young Master's mouth was quite dry. His anticipation and shy character had made him extremely nervous. The nipple hovered over his tongue with no reaction. He was to afraid to do anything.
"I-It's okay, sir." Monalle tried to urge him on.
She felt the whole breast jiggle as he nodded. Then his tongue brushed over the beacon. Monalle stifled a moan to prevent from frightening him. The tongue crept across at an agonizingly slow pace. It took him a full three seconds to touch the areola. From there, instinct kicked in.
The boy swallowed. The nipple stretched to fill his mouth. Then he let go. Then inhaled. After a few more sucks, his mouth was beginning to salivate. He closed his eyes as he rested his head into her chest. His tongue wandered around the areola, licking under and over the fur that surrounded it.
Monalle felt the Young Master relax as the suckling reached a steady pace. She finally let out a relieved gasp. This was working, the heat seemed to drain away with each stroke. Her hand below abandoned her underwear to reach up and support the boy's head, grasping his hair.
A few minutes passed.
"The other one too, if you will." Monalle removed her arm altogether, revealing both of her plump mounds in their entirety.
The Young Master released from the teat. As he pulled away he took in the full view of the beauty before him, almost shocked by the strand of saliva that stretched from his mouth to the shining nipple. Monalle's hand took his shoulder, guiding him to the other side. She cradled him, laying him out slightly as she bent over, bringing the breast to his face. A much more comfortable position.
The other tit was engulfed in an instant. He nearly purred as he suckled, moaning softly with content. Monalle opened her eyes fully, smiling at the happy face. The Young Master was so cute. Her view drifted as she watched him. Then she gasped with surprise.
Oh dear... A large bulge pulsed at the Young Master's waist. This was not good... Monalle had lost track of her senses. His scent had already settled in her nose. Only now had she realized the moistness touching the fur on her legs.
"Th-That's enough, sir. I f-feel much better now." Monalle lifted the Young Master back up. He was slightly reluctant to let go. "You should head back up to your room. I-I really need to finish my work here. Thank you."
The Young Master was stupefied. He nodded politely, stumbling backwards as he tried to stand. "Your welcome." He caught on to his predicament, poorly hiding his erection with an awkward stance. "I think I will go to my room now..."
As the Young Master took a few steps away, Monalle flipped over and quickly grabbed the rag. She furiously began scrubbing again, keeping her butt low and behind her long feet. She needed to focus on something, anything else, besides the roaring fire that raged under her panties.
Monalle's heart skipped a beat as she heard the Young Master come to a stop, sniffing the air. Oh no! She had gone over the edge! The slick stuff that dripped down her thighs congested the air with her own scent. And it was far more potent than the Young Master's.
Monalle shrieked as the Young Master fell on top of her. A hand scratched across the cape, thrashing at her butt. She winced as her panties were torn back, releasing her dripping sex.
"No Young Master! You mustn't!"
It was too late. The boy merely grunted back. His sanity was gone.
The Young Master pushed her between the shoulders, sending her head down and her rear up. She knew exactly what was poking haphazardly about her vulva. She choked when it hit the wrong target and then lost her breath entirely with a grateful moan when it hit the right one.
Monalle couldn't help it. Her ears folded forward, her forehead pressing against a forearm. The other arm clenched the rag, absent-mindedly wiping it across the floor with each of the Young Master's rough thrusts. She raised her rear higher, pushing her fluffy tail into his abdomen. Her legs spread far apart. One foot rested on its toes, the other thumped the floor rapidly while it rested on its heel.
The boy's hands groped up her belly before finding the ripe melons. Monalle gasped as he grabbed them, a little too hard. He kneaded them into her chest, rolling the nipples between his fingers, still wet with his saliva.
The Young Master rubbed his head against the nape of her neck. She could feel the steam from breath condense and drip down her shoulder. Sweat poured from his body, his humping exceeding his endurance. Her cape quickly became matted in her fur.
The feral encounter progressed rapidly. Within minutes, Monalle could feel the Young Master's muscles tense against her ass. The thrusts slowed, becoming more and more powerful.
"Uhhh!" The Young Master grunted loudly. Monalle squeezed his excitement as it started to spurt within her. She bit down on her arm, muffling her own cries while her mind boiled away.
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The Young Master collapsed. Monalle managed to balance him on her back. Her sex chewed on what was left of his erection. They both gasped for air.
Half his senses missing, the Young Master tried to lift himself. Unlike Monalle, his legs were too numb to handle his weight. He slumped backwards. Monalle shivered as the flaccid member slid out. The Young Master laid there, the aftershocks spilling onto his pants. He was too lost to do anything else.
Monalle stared at the floor. The one foot still patted the wood, though much softer and slower. Her sex still puckered, sucking in air while a bit of white managed to squeeze by. Patches of mussed fur decorated her body.
It felt like her body had completely melted. The raging fire had given way to subtle licks amongst her sensual areas. Her heat had dissipated. She felt satiated, fulfilled. She felt like... Her foot stopped.
Oh no!