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Max and Piper cuddled in the afterglow. Holding her in his lap as she trilled softly basking in a contentment she had never dreamed could have existed.

“How you doing, Piper?” Max asked smiling at his lover.

“Wonderful, Maxie, content for the first time. Thank you.” she said nuzzling his neck.

“So... Master, huh?” he sounded genuinely surprised. “Was it really That good?” She nodded.

“Your final conquest, it's never _ Not _ hurt before, sometimes it was almost pleasant, aftah a fashion, but it's always been _ Forced _. Trying for my ultimate defeat. Some have added shame... with you, I somehow knew it would be different, but I wasn't expecting _ This! _”

“Well I am glad you enjoyed yourself this time, I understand why you weren't so pleased, and you could have refused, you Do have the right of refusal in all this, ya know?” Max asked as he drew her to him nuzzling her cheek roughs earning him a surprised trill.

“ I Know... but we were having such mind blowing Sex, I didn't think the 'Rites' applied to Humans... Aaand I kinda wanted to see what you were capable of back there.” Piper blushed.

“And now you know.” Max placed his hand between her ears, Piper bowed her head.

“...Yes, Master.”

Max reached down and drew her chin up to look at him, he smiled, she smiled back, they kissed.

Holding her head in his hands he touched his forehead with hers. “Remember always, that You are LOVED.”

“Thank you, Master.” the Raccoon said with heartfelt gratitude, trilling softly.

“What happened to just Max, or Maxie?” He asked injecting a bit of levity. She smiled shaking her head.

“Sorry Shug, it slips out when I am ovah joyed and happy. I'll try and not embarrass y'all in public.

“ I'm not embarrassed, it's not like ancient times, where I would own you, body and soul, in my mind it acknowledges the fact you have been loved so completely, that for the rest of your life, you know in your heart you will never be alone...” Max stood, shut off the shower and helped Piper to stand.

“That's true. And it makes for a might powerful contentment let me tell You!” She embraced him with all the love in her heart. As they reached for a couple of bath sheets. Max proceeded to towel off his Raccoon, she in turn dried off her Master. Kissing his instrument of conquest lovingly.

“So Maxie, how many people call you 'master' besides your humble southern belle here?” she asked with a giggle.

“Oh there are a few here and there, I was never really into the conquest game.”

“So what made me different?” she tilted her head tapping her paws to her chest.

“You, my dear, are my first morph. I wanted our first time to be really special.”

“Thank you Master, it Was!” Piper grinned, genuflecting. Max rolled his eyes 'well at least she's having fun with it.' He thought.

“You hungry hon? I was thinking of whipping up some pasta with fresh marinara, sound good to you?” Max asked Piper went wide-eyed.

“Pasta....oh I Loooove Pasta, yes please, what can I do to help?” She eeped, very excited at how her weekend was turning out.

“Hey Shug, I hope ya don't mind me running around in just mah fur, but it's what I'm used to at home.” Piper asked as she ran the towel through her hair as Max was drying her tail.

“Fine with me, I tend to as well. I like to strip off my clothes at the end of the day, it allows me to remove any irritation of the day and let's me know I can now relax.”

“Damn Shug, that's a great way to look at it.” Piper smiled.

Max turned, admiring this naked Raccoon in all her glory seeing his admiration, she struck a pose, “Like what you see?” she asked with a grin loving this human who so changed her world.

“You asked me that when we first met, now that I am seeing you... in a whole new light, I can honestly say, Yes, More than ever. Aand, it's nice to see that the carpet matches the drapes! He mused, motioning at the cinnamon thatch between her legs

“Why thank you suh, I do mah best to coordinate...” Piper giggled.

“Piper, what do the 'Rites' mean to you, personally, I know you said you didn't think they applied to Humans, that got me wondering what they meant to you, being a morph?”

“Oh, wellsuh, to me, personally, beein' from the south things are a bit behind the times and some folks they are still trying to limp along in the 18th century, mah folks were kind of in that camp. 'The Plantation set', I called it. Wellsuh, if you can catch a femme and hold onto her long enough to complete the rites of sexual conquest, than she was yours, body and soul to do with as you pleased, which was why I became such a fast runner. And while we femmes had the right of refusal, it was seen as a formality that most folks just ignored outright. The prevailing thought was if you managed to get pinned down long enough, than you deserved it. But because of the modern times, we femmes could go hunting a fancy boy and conquest him right back! Got me a couple of nice boy-toys that way in high school.” She vamped with a seductive leer.

“...Ookay, but what are Your thoughts on this, what are your expectations here, I mean, we had our fun and all, but I get the feeling it meant more to you than an exuberant romp in the sack, yes?” Max asked and he could see Piper deflate. He stepped over and drew her into a hug.

“Honestly, Shug, I gots all sorts of new thoughts and feelings bouncing round in mah head like ferrets chasing their tails, it was the most fun I have ever had, and mah first human ta boot! Mah upbringing says we are not supposed to....'mingle', I can see the wisdom in that now, but I was taught that if I ever found a 'master', than I was honor bound to serve him all the days of my life. Looking back that was the way folks became life mates but there was so much darkness that could come from that back in the day. I know all that doesn't apply any more and all, but it is what I was raised with, call it 'Plantation Culture' iffin ya will.” Piper sniffled.

“Part of me actually Wants to honor mah past, but you being a human I doubt you would be at all interested in that, it would just be a burden and that's the _ Last _ thing I'd want to ever be...”

“But it really means something special to you...” Max rumbled into her ear as he held her, she nodded not trusting her voice at that moment.

“Okay... How about this...” He paused. She looked up, he smiled and kissed her nose “What if I got you a token you could wear that would signify your special position? Perhaps a bracelet, or ankle ring, or perhaps a pendent?”

“Pendant might be nice,” Piper cooed. Back home some folks notched their ears as a sign of their conquest or got branded.” she said with a shiver.

“Isn't that a bit extreme?”

Piper nodded. “ Down home, they were seen almost as property, and after a while a lot of folks saw it as a badge of pride and honor. Let me tell you, not too many true 'Masters' down home. You'd put them All to shame.” she finished, nuzzling him lovingly.

“So, just to be clear here, what do you personally consider yourself?” Max asked. Piper had to think on that a few minutes before a smile scampered across her muzzle.

“Master Max's Love Bandit.” she declared striking a pose that would stop traffic for blocks around. Going down on one knee in front of him. “If that would please you, mah master?” She said placing a hand over her heart. Max could feel the mix of sincerity and playfulness in this sweet sexy raccoon.

“So be it.” he intoned drawing her to her feet and hugging her tight. “ I shall need to take your measure, my _ Love Bandit.” _ Max retrieved a spool of heavy butchers twine and knotted one end placed it on the floor and measured to the top of her head,tugging free a tuft of fur from the tip of her tail, knotted the fur in the end of the string, and cut it free from the spool.

Setting it against a tape measure he recorded it's length, and from this end took all other measurements secured with their own knots: Around her neck to the hollow of her throat, her bust, waist, hips, from shoulder to paw, wrist, ankle, and the length of her tail. Once he was finished, he held up the long string with a series of knots at odd intervals with a tuft of her fur on one end.

“Behold, my Love Bandit, this is _ You! _ I have taken your measure and sealed it with a tuft of your fur. Signifying your conquest, that truly you are now mine, bedded and bred, and pleasured beyond measure. I shall craft a token for you to show to the world your elevated status, so that all may look upon you and know of your Joy.”

Piper Genuflected then lay prostrate before him her paws on his feet “Thank you Mah Master, you honor this unworthy soul. I shall do all within mah power to live up to your expectations and honor you in all things tel mah dieing breath.” She reverently kissed his feet rocked back on her heels her upturned palms on her widely spread thighs slowly raising her muzzle to look into his face. the love and joy shining in her eyes made Max breath a sigh of relief. He returned her smile with a larger one of his own.

“Piper Breckenridge, My Beautiful Love Bandit; I Accept You, I Accept You, I Accept You.” he declared holding his arms wide she squealed with joy and sprang into his welcoming arms covering him with kisses.

“Thankyou-thankyou-Thankyou- I just Knew you would understand. Oh Maxie, I am so incredibly happy right now.” Piper chittered bolting to the middle of the living room and dancing out her ecstatic joy.

Laying in bed, his arm around the snoozing contented Love Bandit, Max pondered deeply the situation long into the night. Their final lovemaking session was sweet and gentle, quite a contrast to the extreme marathon of the conquest. She seemed very grateful to have been accepted. He found her wonderfully companionable and a delight in the sack, his mind could see enumerable ways this situation could be terribly abused by a cruel person, which, he prided himself on not being. It was almost akin to adopting a pet, with much more complicated ramifications for abuse. But there was also an opportunity to forge a very close loving partnership. The question was, how far did he want to take this fascinating game?

Up to this point He had always contracted his passions whenever he felt the need to do so, and now he had a willing ready supply of 'tail' at his beck and call, but Max suspected this would prove much more than simply sex on demand. One thing perplexed him though, Just how far Could this kind of thing go?

For on one hand they had forged a lifelong friendship. And he was very comfortable with this, on the other depending on the interpretation of the 'R __ites of C_ onquest_', he now 'Owned' this morph, body and soul. To do with her as he pleased, for good or ill. Max sighed at the interesting interactions between cultures.

And how did he feel about this personally? Well it's not as if he hadn't interacted with morphs on a daily basis, hell, his receptionist Franny Allgood was a lovely creamy yellow mouse morph, with the most striking green eyes, who always wore a pink ribbon bow on her tail, she was indispensable and a really good friend, they worked so well together, he was glad he took the chance on her when she applied three years ago. She had steered quite a bit of morph business his way, and unlike some folks around town, he felt a customer was a customer. He had found the challenge of lighting enjoyable and the customers were always amazed by the results. Thinking back on it he was actually surprised a morph was applying for the job in the first place, but the four other girls he had hired in the last nine months had been more trouble than they were worth, constantly pulling him away from his work to handle something they should have had covered. Marsha had cost him a fifteen thousand dollar wedding shoot because she didn't like the idea of working outdoors in the snow.

Max smiled recalling the day the lovely lemon mouse walked through his doors...

He was sitting behind the receptionists desk trying to make sense of the shambles Marsha had left the books in. Fining unopened correspondences stuffed in the bottom drawer of the desk, sloppy record keeping, double booked appointments and purchase orders for things he had no memory of receiving much less needing in the first place. The chime over the door brought his focus from the chaos, turning his attention to a lovely creamy yellow mouse morph in a light blue sun-dress. She was looking around the place as if she wasn't sure she should be there. Max smiled warmly and stood to greet this visitor, coming round the desk going down on one knee to be at eye level he held out a hand to her.

“Welcome to Brierwood Studios, I am Max Brierwood, how can I help you today, Miss?”

“Oh! Allgood, Miss Francene Allgood mister Brierwood, and um.. I am here in response to your ad for a receptionist.” she smiled. Taking his hand. Max liked her smile it was as sunny as her fur and the emerald eyes were very striking. Max Blinked; not quite sure what to say. For she was the first Morph to walk through his doors.

“... Un, unless the position is already filled?” she asked unsteadily.

“What? Oh, no miss Allgood, it is still open, it's just, you are the first... um, please, come have a seat and lets discuss things, shall we?” Max asked guiding her to the consultation area for the unexpected interview.

“Would you care for some tea miss Allgood? I have a very nice Darjeeling Chi, unless you'd prefer something herbal, I have a Cinnamon apple spice, or Alpine peppermint.” Max offered dropping into host mode.

“Oh, oh my... do you serve your Chi in the traditional English style?” the mouse asked that delightful smile seeming to light up the room.

“But of course, is there any other way?” Max asked with delight at this fellow tea connoisseur.

“Than yes please, I would adore a cup, do you need any help? It'd be a pleasure.” she offered. Max paused thinking this would be a perfect test to see if she knew how to brew a proper pot of tea.

“Certainly my dear, shall we do a pot?” Max smiled, the mouse femme nodded matching it.

“Lead me to it sir.” Francene grinned rubbing her paws as Max lead her into the back to the kitchenette between the studios. The mouse clasped her paws at seeing the tins of loose leaf tea on the counter.

“Oh! You have Real tea! She exclaimed spotting a step stool and utilizing it to access the tea, seeing everything she needed was close at paw. Max filled the kettle as Francene prepared the teapot and loaded the tea-ball, inhaling deeply of the quality imported spiced tea.

“ I take it you know good tea?” Max asked seeing how deftly she went about her work, he was tempted to hire her on the spot just for her tea skills alone.

“Yes sir, I am from Boston. My Father was the major domo to an east coast mansion, so we all had to know how to make a proper cup of tea!” she said matter of factly as she warmed the pot.

“So, miss Allgood, have you done much work as a receptionist?” Max asked impressed with her skills.

“ I was actually being trained in household management when an unforeseen event forced me to relocate out west.” she said as a shadow passed over her face.

“Care to tell me about it?” Max asked handing her a pair of bone china teacups. The mouse huffed weighing the options before nodding.

“Yes Sir. One night I was raped by one of the masters sons, thinking he could have me without so much as a by your leave. Simply because I was one of the servants.” she said flatly locking her emerald eyes with his Max could see the vexation blazing in the mouse femmes soul.

“ I am sorry that happened to you, miss Allgood. No one has the right to take without your permission, now shall we sit and have tea and I will explain the position, and we can see if you feel you would be a good fit?” Max asked taking the tea tray back to the table. They sat and spent forty five minutes discussing the needs of the business, her related experience, their mutual interest in fine tea and what an abomination bagged tea was.

“Let me have a look at how bad it is, and I can give you a better idea if I can assist you here, Max.” the creamy yellow mouse offered.

“ I would greatly appreciate it Franny, Marsha left the place a shambles.” Max showed her the disaster.

Four hours and two pots of tea later, she had most of it sorted out.

“Well here you can see she was using purchase orders for personal use. And these letters we found can be settled easily enough. She torpedoed you pretty good here, but I don't believe it was bad enough to sink the business...” she said turning to him and removing her reading glasses folding her arms under her diminutive breasts. “So, do I have the Job?” she asked with a smile.

“Franny, you had the job when you demonstrated you knew how to make a proper pot of Tea! I knew you were a keeper once you sifted through this mess. You start tomorrow at ten am sharp, nine thirty if you'd like to make tea. He finished with a wink.

“Done and done Mr Brierwood, thank you for giving this morph a chance.” she said shaking his hand.

Max removed a key from his vest pocket and passed it to his newest employee. “Call me Max, and you deserve the shot, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask.”

That was three years ago and the business has flourished under the mouse morphs guiding paw.

The next morning Max awoke to a warm presence snuggled up close to him.

“Good mornin, Mastah, thank you for rockin mah lil old world.” Pipers contralto voice purred as he felt her soft furry paws roam his body. Cracking open an eye he saw the vivacious blue eyed Raccoon gazing at him with a look of pure adoration.

“G'morning sweet peach, how is my love bandit feeling this morning?” he asked reaching over to caress her cheek. She churred in pleasure at his touch.

“Oh, A little tender in certain places, but feeling completely loved and content. Nevah could have guessed just twenty four hours ago that mah little old life could change so much, that it would be possible to know the intimate touch of a true Love Master.” Piper giggled despite herself.

“ I am soo glad you are enjoying life and thank you for last night, that was a wonderfully erotic lovemaking session.” Max caressed his new Raccoon. Enjoying the way her body responded to his every touch.

“ I am looking forward to photographing you in the fur, you are very sensual and erotic.”

“Beein well laid really helps, Shug.” Piper purred and stretched languidly before sitting up, absently skritching the fur on her boobilicious chest. And Yawning wide showing off a maw full of sharp omnivore teeth. And an incredibly long tongue. Smacking her lips she turned to Max and gave him a lopsided grin. Tousling her sleep disheveled auburn trusses sighing with contentment. “Scuse me, Shug, nature calls and it's Nevah a good idea to put a nature call on hold.” she rolled out of bed and winces slightly rubbing her backside.

“Mmm, damn nevah thought I would eveah love beein sodomized so thoroughly. Or taking such an active roll in it!”

“Not too sore I hope” Max asked, Piper shook her head.

“No, surprisingly, a bit tender, not used to that much stretching, but usually it's stinging like the dickens as if I sat on a bee hive.” the raccoon limped to the bathroom. “ I think I pulled a groin muscle!” she grumbled from the bathroom. soon a contented sigh drifted into the bedroom. “Good lord, felt like mah back teef was startin to float there for a minute.” she murred.

“At least we know you are staying hydrated my Sweet Georgia Peach.” Max called back.

“No question there darlin, whoo! I don't think I have Eveh been this well laid in my life! Not even the hoedown at the corn-pone festival compares to this, and here I thought that would be the high water mark for mah flexible fuckability.

“Oh, Do tell, sounds like quite an event.” Max chuckles as Piper sashays back into the bedroom.

“Wellsuh, it was mah senior year, I, was Corn-Pone queen. Naturally.” she smiled inclining her head.

“Oh, but of course.” Max nodded a grin on his face. “As if there was ever any question.”

“ Indeed. Anyhow. Brenda Sue Johnson, the Captain of the cheer squad, thought She should be queen, as if she could. That Bunnah had a mouth on her that could make a sailor blush!”

“So she come up to me with a little old challenge... she says the Corn-pone queen should be friendly, and flexible enough to be, accommodating. And back up her popularity with actions not making promises her body can't cash. So I said put up or shut up, honey. She lifts her shirt and flashes her sweater puppies saying “'Put out, or Get out.' Oh, I tell you what, it was ON then.” she declares pacing around the room.

“So the little Twat-waffle challenges me to a Fuck Off! I mean, sure, she’s a Bunny, and everyone knows how they seem to be born to fuck, but I mean Reaaaly? if her highest aspiration was to be the county’s most popular bicycle that’s fine for her, bunnies come with reigns! so you Tye them to a lamp post at night and everyone can have a ride. But at least I do it with grace, poise and good old fashioned Southern Charm... I mean Really? but she just would not go away. so I had to put that low rent cum dumpster in her place but Good!” Piper snarls agitatedly.

“Wooow! This sounds like it was getting Serious. What did you do?” Max asked, this was getting very interesting.

“Wellsuh, for one thing insisted everyone on Mah team use love gloves! Little miss slut-bunny said that condoms were for pussies, I smiled back sayin Damn straight, and they were the required ticket to freight train this débutante. Anyone who didn't want to get in on a Once in a lifetime chance to Ride the Coon Poon Express, could get in line for the back alley midnight special.” Piper folded her arms under her breasts with a nod, as if it were any choice at all. Max burst out laughing.

“Oh, don't get me wrong, Shug, she had her takers, but in the end I like to think it was Quality over Quantity that won the day, but in reality it was the Jenkins boys that were the deciding factor.” Piper got an evil smirk on her muzzle.

“Oh, how so?” Max asked.

“They, was _ Draft _ Horses.” Piper grinned, Max's eyes went wide.

“You...You didn't???” he almost pointed at her.

“Oh _ HELL _ No, I'm Flexible, not Stupid, honey. Those inbreed goobers Split that slut bunny open like an overripe melon in a heat wave! and I won by default.” Piper smirked, taking a bow.

Max applauded “My Love Bandit is awesome!” He cheered sweeping her up in a hug and twirling her around the living room.

After Breakfast Max set Piper down to start her research, in other words he had her start watching Porn. Starting her off with viewing TGP Sites, Thumbnail Gallery Posts of various pictures giving her an idea what she might like to start doing. Having her take notes on what styles and genres caught her eye, as well as the web address they could be found for review. Keeping her occupied while Max stepped out to run a quick errand. he was back within forty five minutes.

“So, find anything you liked?” he asked returning to the Studio.

“Maxie! Oh mah gawd. I saw some that I can do and some I wouldn't be caught Dead in. But Naow I think I see what Y'all mean Shug.” Piper Exclaimed.

“Wonderful, so you are getting excited my Sweet Georgia Peach... Hey, You could use that as your Screen name: Georgia” Max offered

“Wellsuh, I like the sound of that, I Reallly do. If this is going to be mah first step into the world of porn, it's one I can enjoy.” she smiled up at him. Max put his arms around her.

“Adult Entertainment, Sweet Peach, the Brenda Sue's of the world make porn, We, make classy Adult Entertainment.” Max leaned down and kissed her between the ears. “Now. Show me what you like.”

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