13

After the Grayson shoot Max decided that lunch was in order and it had to be something festive, so Max drove them to the most festive place in town.

“What is this place?" Piper asked at the Lively mariachi music with the adobe style architecture, the wonderful aromas of southwestern food in the air, and all the three foot tall Chihuahuas in sombreros and bandoleers filled with jalapeño peppers running around.

“This, My lovely ladies is El Authentico! Best Mexican food in town" Max announced holding his arms wide. As he shepherded them to the hostess station where a mustachioed Chihuahua in a black vest and crossed bandoleers stood waiting.

“Welcome...to El Authentico, I am your host... Don Armando. Three, for lunch today?" he almost purred is a suave Mexican accent sounding like Antonino Banderas.

“Yes indeed me amego! Me amegas, have never been here before, so I had to bring them, yes?" Max winked. The host grinned hugely.

“Indeed Indeed we shall make their first time, unforgettable!" he chuckled clapping twice a very festive female Chihuahua in a flounce of colorful skirts and ruffled top appeared looking like a dancer.

“Maria! Please show our special guests to the best table in the house, with an unobstructed view of..._ El Machino! _" he instructed before turning back to the trio “I hope chu enjoy your special time with us here. Ole`!"he snapped his fingers and their hostess was off in a swirl of skirts.

'El Machino' turned out to be an amazing automated tortilla machine. Balls of dough were feed into one end were pressed flat and were guided along a series of rotating gas fired iron platters where they were cooked to perfection and flipped onto a wire cooling rack convener belt to be dropped into waiting baskets that were delivered to the tables. It was fascinating to watch!

“So Franny, what are your plans for the weekend?" Max asked as they sat around a table

“Oh hiking around Snoqualmie falls trying for a poster worthy picture." the mouse grinned “I rented a little cabin in the woods and thought I'd just hike around and see what caught my eye, like you taught me Mr B. I have really learned a lot about photography with all the tips and tricks you have given me over the years." his mousy beamed dipping a freshly made tortilla chip into the small pot of salsa on the table.

“Wow, that sounds great, and this time of year there is a lot of great subjects around the woods I'd try for a shot slightly southwest of the lodge you can get some great vantage points along the ridge."

“Thank you mister B, that is a great idea, I think I know just the spot, I hope you don't mind, me just going off like this being my Master and all." the mouse asked ducking her head.

“What? No. That's fine. As I keep telling you and Piper, you are both as free as you wish to be in this relationship. Hard as it is for me to wrap my head around the concept I get it, I really do. I understand the security being claimed gives you both, and in your mind you lives are now mine to do with as I please, that one I am still dealing with. But I accept you both, and I want you to have the best life possible.

“Well Shug, far as I can see you are doin just that, I may be more the domestic sort seein to hearth and home, and Franny here is more adventurous, but the one thing we have in common is you are the star around which we orbit.

“Agreed." Franny seconded. “As you say it is a morph thing and looking at it from a human perspective it could seem like slavery, but it is far from that. If you were to say dismiss us, send us away never to see you again it would be devastating, and a lot of morphs would have no reason to continue in the world. Think of it as the ultimate heartbreak. For that is what this is, a joining, our love Master has claimed our hearts and we shall never be alone in the world again. So of course we are loyal unto death to our Master not because we are Forced to be against our will, but because we Choose to be."

Max just sat there stunned. “Whoa, That... That actually makes a lot of sense now that I think about it. Because in my mind it felt kinda like you were now my slaves, and I Knew that wasn't right, but I think it goes hand in hand with being called 'Master'. So it's a deep love bond, heart-mates almost?"

“Indeed. One thing most folks do not understand is that Love, true love is Not divided, but multiplied in the sharing and giving." Franny smiled softly. “And I should arrange to have Fred come visit me..."

That, is a wonderful idea, build some sweet memories. Morphs make wonderful lovers." Max said softly taking the paws of his morphs in his hands and squeezing them.

Soon platters of some of the Best Mexican food arrived at their table and all conversation evaporated.

“My Gawd Shug, that was Wonderful!" Piper trilled rubbing her belly. “Nevah going to that drive through place again!"

“Anything else on the schedule today Franny?" Max asked.

“Just a consultation at three, for a possible wedding shoot next month, Dragon Palace has some new menu items they want photographed tomorrow, so it looks like Chinese for lunch." The mouse chuckled.

“That's always fun and tasty." Max nodded.

“Chinese? I Love Chinese, Shug." Piper trilled.

“Than you my dear are in for a treat, Dragon Palace is one of the businesses we have a contract with to photograph all their menu items. They invent new ones, call us up and we go and photograph them and we all have a nice meal afterword with all the staff trying the new dishes, it is a rather fun party atmosphere."

“I always wondered where the yummy pictures at those places came from shug, now I know. Learning something new every day!" the Raccoon churred in pleasure.

The next day...

A rather ancient looking panda dressed in traditional royal court Chinese finery was patiently standing by the front door waiting for Franny when she arrived to open the studio.

“Mister Quan!" she announced shocked at seeing him waiting. Quickly checking her watch to make sure she was not running late, a glance of her time peace showed nine thirty on the dot. The old panda smiled at the mouse.

“Ah, Miss Allgood, punctual as always I see." he stepped aside as she hurriedly unlocked the door ushering him into the studio.

“I am soo sorry you had to wait, I must not have gotten the notice of your early arrival, please forgive me I-" She was silenced in the middle of her effusive apology with a finger to her nose, the mouse went cross eyed staring at the finger touching her nose. Blinking she looked at the smiling panda.

“There is no need for any apology miss Allgood. Today I came bearing a gift for one who truly enjoys good tea." Mr Quan smiled with a hint of mischief. He placed his hands together and produced an ornate tin of fine tea it looked to Franny to be quite ancient. “Behold. Purple Lotus. Said to have been created from the dreams of dragons. This, I give to you, miss Allgood. For your service, for your loyalty, and your incredible good fortune." the old panda smiled staring at her pendant. Franny absently touched it.

“Just so." the panda nodded.

“But...How?" she asked in almost a whisper.

Are you not incredibly happy? Does life not sing for you?" he asked with an inscrutable grin. she nodded beaming.

“I could hear your joy when we spoke on the phone yesterday. So I had to present you with a worthy gift to celebrate."

“I am honored beyond words Mr Quan, did you know I am not alone in my conquest? Mr B has acquired a Raccoon as well. A rather lovely southern belle named Piper Breckenridge." She smiled warmly, the panda tilted his head in surprise.

“Doubly fortunate. Though the ideogram for trouble is two women under one roof." he advised with an upraised finger, Franny rolled her eyes.

“No chance of that here good sir, for love is not divided, it is multiplied. May I offer you some tea this morning?" she asked holding up the tin, her guest inclined his head.

“That would be lovely, I think you will find that tea to be...enchanting."

Friday afternoon Franny Allgood parked her small car in front of her isolated rental cabin in the woods. The distant thunder of the Snoqualmie falls made a pleasant backdrop to the sounds of nature. The porch sported a table and pair of rustic chairs, opening the hand carved door the interior was of pale yellow knotty pine, a large four poster bed sat in the corner. Fireplace, kitchen and dining table. oil lamps adorned the walls. This was rustic, and just what she wanted for her special weekend with a very special man.

Unpacking and stocking the pantry she was very glad for the solar powered fridge and charging station. Sitting on the porch at the table getting lost in the panoramic view her phone chimed, setting down her tea cup she glanced at the text message:

“On my Way!"

-FF

Franny smiled to herself. This was the first time she had done this, but it felt so right. She had her masters blessing, and this seemed the ideal place for the encounter. How different her Master's love was from her first encounter with a human. Her father had found her, he was furious, but she just wanted to put the incident behind her. But afterward it had given her reason to leave, to run from Boston, her flight took her to the west coast as far from that beast as she could go. Staying at the hostel for a week allowed Franny to come up with a plan; find a place to live and start seeking a way to make her way in the world.

Her father had sent her a rather generous stipend from the Master no less, as a way of making amends for the brashness of his son, whom he had sent off to a rather strict boarding school in the backwoods of Maine. Of all the places she had applied, Brierwood Studios felt like a last resort, but fortune smiled upon her and she and Max meshed seamlessly. She had finally found a place where she was Needed and he had Real Tea! It must have been a sign, and over the weeks and months she had worked with Mr B she had come to start to lose her fear of humans, for he had shown her nothing but kindness and friendship. and for her, over the years it had grown into love, and now she felt privileged to be able to share that love with someone who had loved and lost that very love at an early age. It was time to build some more fond memories he could carry into the twilight years of his life. Of the love that morphs and humans could share.

Lingering over her cup lost in the sounds of nature, Franny was drawn from her reverie by the sound of a vehicle. Looking down the driveway she saw an older jeep with faded red paint approach. An arm in a blue plaid shirt waved from the drivers window as he parked next to her car. Out stepped Fred Farmen.

Franny stood and walked to the edge of the porch. She was dressed in a long denim skirt and white ruffled top, the pink Bow near the tip of her tail swayed as she walked.

“Welcome Fred I am ever so glad you made it. And thank you for accepting my invitation."

she greeted him as he reached the top of the stairs

“Thank you my dear sweet mousy for this opportunity, let it not be said I come empty handed." Fred handed her a bottle of wine and from the top of the picnic basket he removes a loaf of French bread.

“A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou beside me singing in the wilderness, and wilderness is paradise enow." Fred loosely quoting from the Rubaiyat.

“So... We are going to start off with the classics are we?" she trilled delightedly recognizing the passage hugging him in welcome, and showing him into the cabin. Fred set the basket on the kitchen counter, looking around, the brightest jewel in this wilderness paradise was the green eyed Lemony mousey standing in the midst of it.

“I can't believe I am here with you Franny. It is like a fantasy come true. Ever sense talking with Max about it, the memories have just came flooding back like a dam burst. And I hadn't realized just how much she meant to me, or how much I've missed her over the years." Fred sighed, Franny was at his side hugging him with all she was worth. And he drank it in, sighing in pleasure, deeply inhaling her scent and running his strong hands over her body as if to reassure himself that this loving morph in his arms was real.

“Let me get you some tea and you can tell me all about her." the mouse offered. “I have something new, said to be made from the dreams of dragons." She smiled putting a pot on the stove.

“This is marvelous tea my dear." Fred sighed “Let me tell you about the sweetest little morph I ever met... Her Name was Suzy Altos. She was fifteen when we met... I was coming home from working third shift at the war factory, I was sixteen and big for my age, and she had been caught by a gang of hoodlums. She was beaten, and raped and thrown in a ditch. I heard her moan, wrapped her in my coat and brought her home to see if I could tend to her. She looked like a bad version of that old newspaper joke, 'what's black and white and red all over,' and she sure was. Mama didn't approve of me bringing in strays, but I reminded her of the sermon of the good Samaritan saying I had to do what I could for the poor thing, but my boy scout training was all I had. You have to understand, back in the day this kind of thing just wasn't done. But I had to try...." Fred paused draining his cup looking to Franny, her eyes were the size of dinner plates, she refilled his cup and nodded for him to continue.

“So I bathed her, treated her cuts and scrapes, bandaged her up as best I could and treated her for shock with sweet tea and hot soup. Mama thought it was a waste of time, but I told her it was My time to waste. Once I had her clean, I brushed out her fur and she was beautiful! Oh she was bruised and battered to be sure, she was out through all my treatment I just hoped she'd recover, I had to know her name."

Wellsir, about three days later she came around. She was terrified at first until I explained things to her, she had the most wonderful smile..." Fred paused lost in the memory, a winsome smile on his countenance, Franny smiled at that, placing her paw on his hand.

“Found out her name was Suzy and what happened to her. Went round to her folks house but no one was around. seems they got run off the night Suzy was attacked, so she was alone in the world."

“Went back home explained things to mama, who was starting to be a bit more charitable where Suzy was concerned, said she was my responsibility. I guess mama thought of her as some kind of pet. That was fine, at least Suzy could stay. As weeks went by she got better and started helping out around the house and mama got to know her and realized she wasn't some dumb animal, as to weather she had a soul or not no one knew, but far as I was concerned it didn't matter; I was really starting to like this cute skunk morph." Fred smiled shaking his head with a chuckle.

“Back in the day no one really cared if you took in a morph to help out around the house and that was what Suzy became. If anyone asked, Mama always referred to her as 'Fred's Stray Pet.' Suzy was very sweet, and smart as a whip. In the evenings before I had to go to work I'd school her with my old primers, she could read and write and do sums, just the bare minimum needed, like most morphs were taught, but this gal had a fire for learning so I fed it and she blossomed."

“She would massage my back when I got home, and we would talk. She'd keep me company when I did chores around the place. I remember the first time she kissed me, I was milking the cow and she tapped me on the shoulder and planted one right on the lips, giggled and scampered off." Fred rested his head on his hand chuckling at the memory.

“That night I kissed her back, it wasn't forced, but it was playful. She was reading a book so I tapped her between the ears, she looked up and I smooched her a good one. She blinked in shock. I grinned, she grinned and we did a lot more of that wonderful activity that night as we cuddled."

“Well as you can imagine over the summer one thing lead to another, but I was still mindful of two things, she was a morph and she was only fifteen. Age of consent was sixteen around those parts, but the law was a bit fuzzy where morphs where concerned because they were seen as animals. Stupid, but it was meant to prevent 'mixing' which it never did. Funny thing no one was ever charged with bestiality or cruelty to animals if they were caught having sex with a morph, people just pretended it didn't happen." Fred paused, stood and paced the room a few minutes organizing his thoughts. Franny waited patiently.

“Well, on her sixteenth birthday she decided to reward her Saviour... She snuck into my room stripped off her shift and stood at the foot of my bed illuminated by the full moon light shining through the window over my bed. She was stunning! Lord help me I was powerless to stop her and a very deep lonely part of me didn't want to try. We touched, we kissed, my god her fur was so incredibly Soft! I tasted her for the first time, and she drank me! We made love slow and sweet, I was so afraid I'd hurt her or trigger a flashback. But she was gentle and reassuring that it was good. She wanted this. She wanted Me! She made me feel like a God! Yet she was sooo Grateful! She slipped away sometime before morning. Mama was none the wiser, yet we shared a look between us that a blind man would not fail to notice. We must have carried on for three or for months before mama found out..." His face fell and Fred sighed heavily.

“I never knew my own mother could be that vicious. She almost murdered Suzy right in front of me and at the time there was nothing I could have done to prevent it. The look of abject horror on Suzy's face will be with me tel my dieing day."

“Oh, Oh you Poor man, so what happened to her?" Franny asked trepidation heavy in her voice.

“Well she did the only thing she could do facing a life or death situation... She turned tail and blasted mama point blank with every drop of skunk musk she could squeeze out. Then ran out the back door never to be seen again." Fred finished with a sad laugh Shaking his head. “I never could find out what happened to her or where she ended up. Mama gave me the silent treatment for three months and threatened to publicly disown me if I Ever associated with a morph again. She pretended it never happened. And I just got on with my life, but I never got over that sweet Skunkette. Perhaps it was saving her life, or that she, she was my..." words failed Fred Farmen. Franny stood, stepped over and drew him into her loving embrace.

“Come my friend, It's time to build some new memories of the love you can share with a morph." She drew him to his feet and took him to the bed.

Franny sat Fred on the edge of the bed and stood before him. Looked him in the eyes. “Fred, are you ready to do this, or would you like to cuddle a bit first?" the mouse asked as she slowly stripped out of her clothing standing before him in just her fur, the older man smiled admiring the mouse in all her glory.

“Oh it has been ages since I have had the pleasure to cuddle a morph in her fur." he smiled divesting himself of his own clothing and laying down. Franny moved to the foot of the bed to admire the older human. He was not a bad specimen, fairly fit for his age she judged with a smile as she slowly crawled over the foot of the bed and sensually slithered up the humans body to lay atop him with her arms folded over his chest resting her chin on her paws as they smiled at each other. Fred caressed her back, flanks and rump as they both enjoyed the skin-on-fur contact.

“Oh Franny I can't tell you just how wonderful this feels.." Fred sighed. Franny felt a twitch and wiggled in response Fred blushed.

“Mmm tell me more good sir..." the mouse trilled laying her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as he caressed her lythe body.

“I am not sure why you agreed to this, but I am eternally grateful to you my dear you have such a loving soul. And Max is so blessed to have claimed you, and I am blessed that you have chosen to share yourself with me."

“We have known each other for three years, and I believe from the moment you saw me I reminded you of Suzy and I felt that longing, I did not as of yet understand it mind you, but I could pick up on it. The more time that passed the more I felt it, it did not bother me, but I felt a tug every time you came into the studio. You hid it well. But I wanted to help, and today I can. Your unbelievable kindness to an unknown morph was Saga worthy. And freely loving her, and allowing her to give herself to you even after being beaten and violently raped, that speaks volumes to the nature of your soul and the goodness of your heart. Had your mother not interfered, the two of you could have easily become conquests and had a happy life together." She caressed his cheek.

“And while We may not be conquests, we can be lovers who share friendship. Morph culture can allow this, human culture is mutable. I like you Fred, which is why we are spending time together building some new memories you can carry with you." Franny said and kissed him. Gently he reached up cupping the back of her head deepening the kiss and she trilled into it straddling his hips as she felt him stiffin feeling herself getting incredibly wet. Breaking the kiss the mouse huffed.

“Tell me what you would like Fred for this encounter is for you. Will you lick me to orgasm and drink my ambrosial fluids, while I swallow your seed, or plow my little mouse hole with the rampant cock I feel trying to say hello?" she smiled rocking her hips.

“Franny, while I have dreamed of drinking you, I am not sure I can resist your lovely wetness I can feel pressing against the tip of my penis so if you please I'd..." Franny didn't let him finish that statement bracing her paws on his chest she raised her torso and wiggled her hips working the head of the mans cock into the dew dappled petals of her sex. Fred grunted placing his hands on her hips assisting as he both pushed her onto him and bucked his hips rocking into his furry lover.

“Oh Yes Fred take me deeper!" Franny squeaked as she rocked her own lythe hips taking her lover as deeply as she could. Sitting up she started to rise and fall like a carousel horse taking her mature lover deeper. With every down-stroke their syncopated rhythm of passion soon filled the cabin with the timeless music of primal passion racing to a fever pitch. “Fred I want you Deep in me!" the mouse breathed closing in on her pique.

“Oh, Oh Franny God you are incredible! He pulled her down bottoming out into her vaginal vault sending a rippling contraction along his shaft Triggering the mouses release. Franny threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm broke over her. Grinding her hips down on the throbbing shaft buried deep within her, pulling the man into his own release erupting against her womb with a white hot flood of human seed filling the mouse to bursting.

The feeling of the mans seed flooding her depths sent her into a mating frenzy each throb pushed wave after wave of thick sticky seed into her womb and splashing out of her tightly filled passage sent Franny out of her mind with pleasure. She collapsed against his chest huffing to get her breathing under control.

“Fast and furious... and always a fun way to start." The mouse huffed with a giggle.

“That was amazing, not sure how many of those I have in me my dear but you are welcome to all I have to offer." I'd almost forgotten just how much fun it is to love a morph." Fred chuckled caressing the mouses back as they recovered. “I would still love to drink you my dear, but I think we are both going to need a bit of a breather.

“N-no worrys lover. I am in no hurry here, as soon as I can move, I will get us something to drink. Your Skunkette was very lucky to have you, you are a wonderfully spontaneous lover.

Franny knelt on the floor with her head in the humans lap licking and sucking his instrument of love as he caressed her ears and ran his fingers through her hair as she gently, lovingly, worked him into her wet warm welcoming muzzle. Always looking up at him with such adoration it made his heart skip a beat. “Gods Franny your skill amazes me. It was something Suzy didn't know how to do but desperately tried over an over without much success, unfortunately back then I was just about as ignorant as she, but I knew it felt wonderful." Franny pulled him from her muzzle smiling.

“That's understandable. I was never very good at this until recently; It takes practice and learning to relax the muscled in the back of your throat...like this." she said with a lilt and inhaled deeply and effortlessly pressed his penis into the back of her muzzle and down her throat swallowing rhythmically. Fred gasped at the incredible sensation and before he knew it he was bucking into her muzzle as a sweet load of seed flowed down the mouses eager gullet. Pulling off with a slurp Franny licked the residual drizzle standing between the mans knees, placing her paws on his shoulders and pulling his head to her breasts. Fred joyously motorboating his furry lovers playful B cups. sucking each tasty nipple into stiff craggy peaks. The squeaking mouse held her lovers head to her breasts loving the sensations flooding her diminutive body.

Fred encircled his hands around her hips and lifted her onto the bed, laying her next to him placing his hand over her womanhood. “Now sweet mousey I think it's high time I sip thy ambrosial fluids, what say you?" he asked with a Lear. Franny giggled despite herself, reaching down taking hold of her ankles and deftly tucking them behind her ears presenting a perfectly erotic display for her lover.

“Have at me good sir! I am, in all things, all yours for the weekend." she grinned at Fred's shocked expression.

“Surprise! I do Yoga!" and this position makes me squirt!

“Oh my goodness so it appears you do, such a delicious display I must partake." Fred grinned leaning in and licking the mouses juicy slit. Her lemony tang danced on his tongue as he started to caress her thighs moving up to her breasts as he licked his way into paradise. Fondling her breasts and working the stiff nipples between finger and thumbs as Franny moaned in carnal pleasure. “Oh Franny you taste like lemon meringue pie! And sooo juicy!" licking his way deeper into her treasure, bumping the bridge of his nose on her clit sending waves of pleasure rocketing through her and ratcheting up her arousal.

“Oh, Oh, Oh, gonna cum, gonna cum hard Fred sooo close! Pinch my nipples and get ready to drink meeeeee!" Franny wailed as he obliged and she sailed over the point of no return Squeaking her release Fred clamped his mouth over the young mouse's sex and drank down her fountaining liquid love. This was a fantasy made real. Pulling off with a wet slurp Fred roared like a primal god “Yes! I finally Drank a morph!" he gave a hearty laugh and hugged Franny to him as she had gone quite limp post orgasm. He just lay next to her with her head on his chest quite happy and content with life.

“Thank you Fred" Franny slurred “That felt wooooondeerful." “Didja know, Suzy and I have two things in common...uh three things in common." Franny babbled with a giggle holding up three fingers.

“Oh?" Fred chuckled, the mouse nodded.

“Yup... we were both incredibly lucky to be loved by you, we are both morphs, and... We were both violently, Raped.." Franny slurred before drifting off to snore gently on Fred's chest. that last revelation hit the patriarch like a thunderclap.

He decided to wait for her to wake up before pursuing it.

Ten minutes later Franny murred and stretched. “Mmmm Fred, that was amazing, sorry I kind of passed out on you, but that massive an orgasm tends to take it out of a girl."

“Quite all right my dear, you were glorious in your release and I have never before experienced a woman who fountained in her orgasm! And such flavor! Suzy was juicy to be sure, and sweet, but never gushing, I Drank you!" Fred chuckled quite delighted. “to sip your ambrosial fluids indeed!"

“I am so glad it was a wonderful new memory for you." Franny smiled cupping his cheek her green eyes shining with love. Fred cupped her face in his hands and drew the mouse into a kiss, long slow and romantic.

“You are a treasure beyond compare miss Francine Allgood thank you for sharing the gifts of your heart and body with me."

“Time spent in your company good sir is always a pleasurable investment. Now, would you care to share another sensual delight, and shower with me?"

“Now That is a sensual delight I have not encountered, unless you count a panicky sixteen year old bathing an unconscious morph, and back then it was more a case of cleaning her up to tend her wounds." Fred smiled wistfully.

“I think this will be a much more 'interactive' experience." The mouse grinned wickedly.

The small cabin sported an equine sized shower, and for a mouse and human it afforded plenty of room to move around. Fred had to admit showering with a morph was a sensual delight. Running his hands through her lush fur redolent with the thick lather from the shampoo made him stiff. Franny did not fail to notice and turned to face him sliding the human's love rod between her B-cup breasts covered in creamy lather she slowly Titty fucked her lover.

“Would you please paint my Tits with your lovely seed good sir?" she asked with a playfully sweet smile on her muzzle.

“Oh Miss Allgood, it would be a carnal Pleasure to perform that service for you...._ Now! _" Fred growled backed up half a pace pumping his cock furiously he splattered his seed all over the matted fur of her creamy chest, the mouse immediately massaged his sensual gift into the fur of her diminutive breasts.

“I love the feeling of massaging a man's seed into my fur!" Franny trilled. “You bring out the wanton wench in me good sir!" she giggled in the intimate confines of the shower.

“Oh Franny, you are so amazingly Fun!" her human lover declared hugging the morph to him as they laughed together in the joy of contented lovers.

Food and Conversation

After drying off in the shower, Franny set about making some food. “I could do a nice pasta with marinara, or?" The mouse offered.

“I brought the makings for a nice cheese fondue?" Fred offered. Franny eeped.

“You sir, know just how to play to your audience." The mouse declared with a delicious grin.

“I do my best my dear." Fred smiled, kissing the mouse's cheek as he removed the ingredients from the basket as he and Franny set to work.

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Seductively swirling a cube of crusty French bread in the delectable cheese fondue, Franny's eyes glowed. 'There must be something in the magical combination of cheese and wine and spices that made a mousy very content'. She thought.

“This Is wonderful, thank you Fred. I haven't had a cheese fondue since leaving Boston. My father used to make them for me whenever I was feeling blue. They are always associated with good times for me."

“Well, I'm glad I could add a layer to those fond memories. I know you have given me some very wonderful memories of the love of morph's to carry into my twilight years." The human smiled warmly.

“May...May I take a picture of us, for my own fond memories?" Franny asked. Fred smiled.

“Certainly, my dear, though, I should probably get dressed, you can be in your lovely fur if you like."

Franny set her camera on the tripod, set the timer and positioned herself on Fred's lap with her arms around his neck...

>Foomp<

“Perfect!" Franny exclaimed looking into the camera's display.

“It's almost tempting to ask you for a copy of that." Fred smiled. Franny turned to him.

“What would your wife say if she saw it?" The mouse asked concerned.

“Oh, that you look lovely." Fred chuckles at the look of shock on the mouse's face. “You have to understand my dear, being faithful is Not the same thing as being monogamous. Franny, I love my wife dearly, and we have a Rock solid marriage; we do this by keeping our ' indiscretions', discreet." Fred offered, the mouse just stared blankly.

“I, I don't understand?" she said shaking her head in confusion.

“Think of it like your relationship with Max and Piper, you both share equally, yet you each have a unique relationship with him. Yes?" The man asked.

Franny nodded.

“Yet, you and I can share love and it does not diminish what you and Piper share."

“Oh,...OH! Now I Get it!" Franny squeaked. “So, has your lovely wife, with others?" The mouse hesitated, unsure.

“ Oh, to be sure, but never to my knowledge with a morph. You must understand how it was for our generation, it was seen as a serious social taboo."

“Then why don't you have a problem with morphs?"

“Well, I didn't care, but it goes back to the double standard, guys can get away with things girls would be nailed to the wall for. Messing around with morphs is one of them."

“Ah so it was considered scandalous for a Girl to take a morph as a lover, but a guy could have an encounter and everyone looked the other way?"

“Indeed, just so... Women were seen as delicate, needing to be 'protected'. Sadly morphs were seen as not 'human' so certain rules of social interaction and respectability didn't apply. It always chafed me, which is why I have always been seen as 'morph friendly' and friendlier to certain special mousies as well." Fred chuckled tickling Francine's belly, causing her to giggle wildly.

“So Franny, You mentioned something just before you passed out that I wanted to clarify..."

“Oh? I tend to be pretty goofy when my brain is flooded with endorphins from orgasmic overload, hopefully it wasn't something too embarrassing?" The mousy blushed slightly.

“You mentioned that you and Suzy had three things in common..."

Ah... Yes." Franny looked at the floor a moment before looking at her lover. “Like Suzy, I was Violently Raped by the masters teenage son. I think my mistake was trying to fight him, he beat me rather badly, ripped my clothing to shreds and vented his considerable lust on me simply because I was one of the servants and a morph. He was out of his mind with lust, I could smell it rolling off him in clouds, and like your Suzy, the unconditional love of another human healed that trauma. In Suzy's case it was you; in mine it was my Master Max. It happened, but Now it no longer holds any power over me. Fortunately I was no virgin, but I think what my orgasm addled brain was trying to communicate was that being loved by a good man can be a wonderful healing thing."

“Ah, okay. That makes sense, it shocked me Rather badly, and you just passed out snoring on my chest, I am sorry that that happened to you. But I am very glad it has not dominated and destroyed your life my dear. You are too bright a soul to have that diminish you."

“Thank you Fred. I can now look at it completely dispassionately. After I ran away, I found out he was sent to a strict boarding school in the backwoods of Maine, and his father gave my father a rather generous stipend to make amends for the Brashness of his son."

“Brashness?" Fred repeats incredulously.

“It's Boston. He is one of the ten most powerful families on the eastern seaboard, and while I was 'Just' a morph, and a servant at the time, no one likes a scandal. I wonder what would be more scandalous, the fact that Winston violently Raped a member of the staff, or he vented his lust on a lowly morph?" Franny mused with a sardonic grin.

“Well I for one am glad you are away from that situation my dear and here living the life you freely choose."

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