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Part Two

“Mel, after work today, I plan on taking you home with me for the weekend.” I announced. She paused, looking at me, her eyes went wide for a few moments and the happiest grin blossomed across her muzzle

“Thank you Sir! I was hoping to be able to do that at some point. I guess that means I passed the probationary test. I am ever so glad you find me compatible” she beamed proudly. I gave her a thumbs up with a wink.

You have been with me for a week, you have passed all the tasks set for you, Do you wish to become my contract companion?” I asked.

“Oh my, You mean I passed? than please consider me to be, your new Mousey. She reached out and caressed my jawline giving me a very seductive gaze. “Now, is there a contract I need to sign, or do I just consider myself off the market?” She asked with a playful lilt I found charming.

“Well to accept the agreement you must wear a bracelet acknowledging you are in my service.” I say reaching into a desk drawer and retrieving a gold bracelet, setting it on the blotter, it appeared to be a solid ring of gold.

“Is...is that...an eternity cuff?” she asked, her eyes widening slightly as I removed the worm screw.

“Yes, Yes it is; if you have any reservations voice them now, for as you may know they are not easily removed.” I said giving the mouse woman who sat before me a measured look.

“No... it's just... I have heard of them, seen them from time to time, but never thought that... that I would ever get the opportunity to...” She ripped her eyes away from the bracelet on my desk to look me in the eyes. I saw a thousand questions as well as hopes and fears she dare not speak, reflected in her large brown eyes.

“ Melinda Montserrat, This token is a tangible Siegel of the bond the is being forged between us. I have need of a mouse morph, and you have accepted the assignment the agency offered. You seek adventure in your life and by accepting this token your life will never be the same again. For all the world shall know you are not the same shy timid mouse morph you were before you walked through my door. Do you accept the call to adventure?” I ask.

Mel closed her eyes placing her paws over her heart lowering her muzzle in contemplation. A moment later she gave a sigh of resignation looking once more at the symbol on the desk before meeting my eyes as a smile blossomed across her muzzle lighting up her face like a glorious sunrise.

“Yes! I, Melinda Montserrat freely and of my own will, accept the call to adventure and the contract to be your Mousey from this day forward. Come what may, I accept I accept I accept!” she declared thrusting out her left arm. I smiled and nodded.

“So Be It! Melinda Montserrat, I take you into my service and by this token, you are claimed and bonded.” I declared solemnly placing the golden cuff upon her wrist and securing it in place.

“Thank you, Sir... Wow, it is a lot heavier than I thought it would be.” She said cradling her wrist and admiring her change in status. “So, this is really happening? I... I cant believe that when I woke up this morning the day would turn out like this. I gladly place myself into your care.” she smiled.

At the end of the day we headed to the roof where I kept my personal skimmer, a perky little two seat runabout in gentian blue.

“Oh my, you have a Skimmer! This one looks so sleek and elegant, and if I may say so Sir, I Love the color!” she said as she slowly walked around the personal Transport craft.

“Thank you my dear, of all the models available this one had a nice balance of features and range I felt would serve my needs. I like the lines of the Air Speeder 5000, and it is the only one that came in Gentian. It has a 1300 mile range on a single charge, with a cruising speed of around 270 mph will get me where I need to go. I can carry three spare power cells to extend my range if needed, and it has room for almost half a ton of cargo. It was either this, or a small business jet. The deciding factors for me was that I can land anywhere I choose, and can operate it myself, No need for airports or pilots so no need to rely on anyone else for my transportation needs.” I said as I opened the hatch and handed my new Mousey in.

“This is very exciting, Sir. For this shall be my first time riding in one of these type of craft and it tells me I am really moving up in the world.”

“Well I find it to be much more practical; my compound is in the rural sector, or as my grandmother would say, 'out in the puckerbrush'. So this makes much more sense as a commute vehicle.” Have a seat and let me show you how to use the five point safety harness.” I said buckling my Mousey into the passenger seat.

“Thank you Sir, it is rather snug, and under different circumstances it would feel almost like some light bondage, all we need is a mask and ball-gag.” Mel grinned with a saucy wink as I got myself in place. I looked over at her and grinned wickedly.

“Perhaps we should explore that later... You really Are a '3 G' gal. I like that.”

“...Yes Sir, I may seem a timid mouse morph, but I Do have my...Appetites.” She finished with a wicked grin.

“Oh Ho, you are Full of surprises, I think we are really going to enjoy our time together my dear!”

I finished as I ran through the launch sequence, and we leapt into the warm late afternoon air.

Cruising along at an altitude of twenty five hundred feet the city became towns and the towns gave way to rolling hills and pasture land. Mel was glued to the passenger window taking it all in. The twenty five minute trip seemed to fly by and before she knew it we were setting down in the grassy expanse outside my two story log home.

“Be it ever so humble...” I deadpanned as I reached over and pressed Mel's harness release.

“Oh my God, Sir... This is...wonderful! She cooed as I set about shutting down and initiating the recharging sequence.

“So, would you care for the dime tour, or would you like to just head inside and relax? I asked as we made our way over to the wrap around porch.

“Oh, Yes please Sir, I would love to see everything.” The wide eyed mouse morph cooed doing her best to take everything in at once.

“Very well my dear.” I said taking her paw in my hand. “Let me show you around Craggin Moor. My refuge from the hustle and bustle of the modern world. The estate is sitting on around six hundred forty acres or two hundred sixty Hectares. Technically, that would make Craggin Moor the smallest independent geopolitical sector should I ever decide to go through the rig amoral declare myself , but I just like the quiet.”

“You mean, like your own country?” Mel asks.

“More like a new township, making me 'mayor' or whatever title I chose I suppose. The paperwork always seemed more trouble than it was worth, but it is always an option if I ever wanted to develop the place or had any political aspirations, Let me start off with a tour of the gardens...”

Walking around to the south side of the house was about a quarter acre paradise. Fourteen rose bushes flanked the archway of the enclosed space of raised beds, gardens and greenhouses bordered in Gentian blue flowers. “Behold, my sanctuary.” I said spreading my arms wide. Mel Gasped in delight.

“Oh... Oh, Sir! I … I have no words for this! For I see a paradise in the wilderness.”

“Then take my hand and enter paradise my dear sweet Mousey Mel. Come and explore my garden of delights.” I once more take her paw and lead her into a world of taste and sensation.

“ I grow most of my own food here as well as a selection of market crops I deliver to a few discerning customers in the city. Would you like to learn the art of gardening Mousey mine?” I ask. Mel turns facing me blinking.

“You...You mean I... I've never grown anything, but love fresh produce when I can afford it... I'd Love to learn yes please.”

“Well than grab a harvest basket from the shed over there, and lets collect something for dinner.” I said with a chuckle seeing just how excited my little city mouse was to be experiencing life in the country. We picked beans and patty pan squash, carrots and kale, corn and tomatoes, beets and bok choy. Entering one of the greenhouses Mel found a hanging garden of strawberries.

Plucking one of the succulent jewels I fed it to her,. The flavor exploded over her tongue almost inducing an oral-gasm of pleasure. She selected a pint of the ruby red delights for dessert.

“Never in my life would I ever have imagined a place like this existed. I have always lived in the city, living in rooming houses. To me, this is a world away from everything I have ever known. All this, just for accepting your cuff, being your Mousey, has brought me here... Thank you, Sir”

“Mel, being my Mousey has it's perks, this being one of them. I will often do a lot of my work from home, I keep an office in the city for meetings and interviews like the one I gave to you, but rarely have they been as fun as yours.” I said patting her fondly on the rump. She giggled with a nod. As she carried the loaded basket in both paws. “There is a lot left to show you, but we can do that in the morning. What say you we head into the kitchen and whip up a feast to celebrate our new partnership?”

“That would be Delightful Sir. Thank you for choosing me, and giving me the opportunity to be your Mousey.” Mel said as we ascended the stairs opening the door to a whole new world for my new partner.

“This Kitchen looks like it was designed for someone who loves to cook.” Mel said as I brought her into what I considered the focal point of my home. For it looked like a slightly smaller version of a professional restaurant kitchen. Was it overkill for a single home? Yes. Could you feed a small army out of it? Yes. Did I care that it was total overkill for a single person? Not in the least.

“You are correct Miss Montserrat, this is, for all intents and purposes, a professional restaurant kitchen, as cooking is one of my passions. I have access to some of the finest and freshest ingredients available anywhere, so why not have the tools I need to do them justice? The walls of the dining nook contain my cookbook collection. I make what I like to consider a decent living off that garden and I can tell you from personal experience, there is nothing like being well paid for doing something you love.” I finished with a self-satisfied nod.

“Oh, and If you don't mind me asking Sir, just how well paid would you mean?” My Mousey asked suddenly shy at the possibility of overstepping her bounds.

“In truth? I make between eighty and one hundred thousand a year, just selling to high end restaurants and a few very discerning customers. I said with a wink. Mel was flabbergasted.

“A.. A hundred Thousand Dollars? A year?!” she stammered. “Gardening?” I grinned.

“Easily, and with your help we can exceed that. As you know part of the contract for being my Mousey covers room and board and training for whatever I need you to do. Contrary to what you may think you are Not just some furry fuck toy. Though most contractors use morphs for just that reason. I asked the agency to find me someone I could work with, someone who was teachable, open to new possibilities and was able to appreciate what it meant to wear a Contract Bracelet.”

“ I... I don't really know what to say. I suppose I have always understood what a contract bracelet means. I have seen other morphs wearing them from time to time and they seemed... To be living in another world. Almost everyone appeared to be enjoying their status. For example, the one Skunkette I talked with several years ago told me it changed her life, and it made me secretly wish I could live like that some day. And now... I suddenly find myself right where I wished to be.” Mel paused composing her thoughts. “Morphs were created as a cheep labor force and often used for entertainment. I get that, it has never really bothered me other than having to deal with the disdain I have experienced from some humans and a few morphs as well. When I registered at the companion agency, I just hoped I would be matched with someone ...nice? But figured it may give me a shot at a better life than I had.”

“As a mouse morph, is there any dietary restrictions I should know about? As in are you allergic to anything or is there some things you are not able to eat?” I inquire as I chop and prepare the harvest.

“Oh, No Sir, I am an omnivore, like most morphs, we were designed to eat just about anything, I guess being a mouse I have a predilection and love of fine cheeses, but have mostly been living on a diet of pot noodles and whatever I could afford.”

“It sounds like I need to teach you how to cook.” I said with a chuckle. “As for cheese, have you ever made it yourself?” I ask dumping a combination of garlic, onions, peppers, carrots and bokchoy into a wok.

“Um, No Sir, I have never even thought of being able to make my own cheese, and for a mouse morph that sounds kinda sad to me, sorry. I have the basics like all morphs are taught, I guess you would call them subsistence skills, enough to keep myself alive.” she shrugs with an apologetic grin as her nose starts twitching at the savory aromas of Chinese cuisine, she steps over to the center island cook station to watch me crafting the feast.

“Oh Sir, that smells heavenly, what are you making?”

“This is a quick stir fry of meat and veggies with a chili-garlic sauce. And after this I will show you how to make spring rolls. Think of this feast as celebrating and learning new things!”

“Wow you move like a five star chef!” did you go to culinary school?” She asks nibbling a carrot strip.

“ I took some class modules to improve my techniques as well as 'how-to's on world cuisine so I could make the things I like to eat at home. I had no intention of ever working in a restaurant, but wound up picking up all the skills I would need on my own. And some of these skills I shall pass on to you.”

“Thank you Sir, I very much appreciate that. The more I can learn, the better I can serve you. Wow, that sounds so...” Mel paused. shaking her head

“Submissive?” I ask dividing the fragrant dish into two bowls. Mel nodds.

“ I guess. I am not exactly sure what my role here is, I mean I am Your Contract Morph, to have and to hold and while I mostly just assumed I was just going to be your Furry Fuck Toy. Which is the expectation, I suppose. I sense you want more out of the deal than that, I mean this week we have had some very nice sex, and I really liked it, don't get me wrong Sir, and I have done some office work, but... when I signed up it was sort of the unspoken expectation. I was given advanced placement for being fixed, so I suppose that is a good thing.” She pauses to dig in as I hand her the bowl.

“mmm thish ish fantashtic!”

“Thank you, it is a quick and easy dish to whip up. Now what I had in mind was to move you into my house as my live in companion. You will have access to a room of your own if you want it, otherwise you will be sleeping with me. My plans were to integrate you into my business and personal life. And hopefully, you will fill a void in my life...” I paused looking at Mel.

“Oh?... I take it you, have had another morph, in the past?” she asked hesitantly. I sighed with a nod. Mel noticed a shadow pass over my face.

“Um, would it be too much to ask you to tell me about it?” she hedged.

“No... that's fine. It's been about a year and a half and I need to move on.”

“Her name was Breeanna Taylor... She was a raccoon morph. She had the bluest eyes I had ever seen, she was with me for almost five years, she was always so curious and smart as a whip, and filled the house with music. She loved to garden; that gal had a real green thumb, the roses were her idea, heh she would make the nicest rose petal jam out of them... It was her idea to expand the gardens into a commercial enterprise.”

“...You sound like you were quite fond of her.” She asked, I nodded. “So, What....” Mel hesitated not sure if she should ask but feeling the need to know the fate of her predecessor.

“She was very dear to me, yes... She was Murd... She was killed during a home invasion. I was away on business and returned home to find... She had been beaten, than raped and then..._ Butchered _. I found her layed out on the counter top on the center island. They left a holotape of their exploits next to her body...” I fell silent. Mel's eyes growing wide in horror as her imagination played out the scenario in her mind.

“...Oh my god, nooo.” she whispered. paws covering her muzzle. I nodded silently.

“The authorities determined that since nothing of Value was taken, there was no real priority to investigate, as the insurance claim would cover the damages.” I finished in a voice you could have broken icicles off of. Mel moved to wrap herself around me doing her best to comfort me. I sighed and held her tight for a few moments.

“So I launched my own investigation, and three months later I located the inhuman animals responsible... and dealt with them...Permanently.” I finished with such finality Mel sobbed on my shoulder.

End Part Two

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