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Pat was applying rose red lipstick near her lips. "Finally, Mark offered a date to me; it's the first one at his home in months," she thought. Her mirror reflected the lighting to aid getting fancier. "Ah, there we are," she quietly said to herself. Pat wanted to look more romantic for her date with her friend Mark, particularly because of how late Ginger will work on this night. "Chelsea is already at the gym, so I think I can woo him," she thought. Pat wore her high-heels and happily walked up the stairs to look for her friend. "Mark," she eagerly shouted for him. Mark shined a light to signal his readiness for his favorite rodent. "There you are, Pat. Please come in," he said. Pat smiled at her favorite man, who just wore rather casual clothes. "Are you sure it's just us home," she asked. Mark nodded and presented a calm grin to her. "Don't worry; we'll probably sneak this in," he said, caressing her gentle fur with one of his hands. Pat sighed as both of them shared a kiss. "I am surprised that you're already affectionate," she said.

Mark sighed as well, now with an enticing sparkle in his eyes. "Pat, what is currently on the menu," he asked. Pat giggled once she remembered how much admiration he has for how well she cooks. "Tossed salad, I think," she playfully teased to him. Mark's sparkle subsided as he stuck his tongue out, having felt disgusted. "I don't rim, Pat," he said. Pat looked seductively when she eyed up his crotch. "Actually, I would give," she said. "Oh, that changes everything," Mark said. Pat giggled cheerfully as Mark bent over onto the tabletop for receiving a rim job. All that was left were the under-garments that were in the way. "Yeah, show me those curved hindquarters, Master," she teased as Mark stripped off said under-garments. Pat gulped as she smelled a surprisingly clean butt. "What? Where's the stench that triggers vomiting most butts have," she asked. "I do not defecate," Mark replied. Pat then took a deep breath and blew air to his large intestine. "Whoa, that air's strong," Mark thought. Pat then orally stimulated his prostate that her tongue fortunately went for.

"He's tastier than Ratbern, that's for sure," she thought. Mark was shocked by Pat's ass-to-mouth oral sex skills, confused as to how she could possibly have pleased him so well. "Pat, where did you learn to rim," he asked. Pat pulled her mouth out of her friend's ass to speak up. "I was the best salad-tossing mouse the gang asked for. Ratbern was the man I probably rimmed the most," she said. Mark now understood why Pat wasn't ever reluctant to orally pleasure him. "I see; your husband inspired you to hone those skills," he said. Pat nodded with excitement as she thought of both her mate (at the time) and her friend Mark. "Yeah, that sounds right. Now I'm all yours for now," she said. Mark gestured Pat to continue orally stimulating his prostate. "I'm glad that you're the obedient type," he said. Pat giggled more as she considered everything about him that she liked. "Of course, milord," she quietly said in her mind. Mark clenched his fist, not wanting to look cowardly by his squirms. "Gahhh, that prostate's sensitive," he groaned.

Pat continued with the rimming, but Mark didn't want to stall the orgasm by now. "I need to cum, so please give me a hand," he said. Pat, per request, presented her right paw to him; however, it was jacking him off. "Pat, I meant to catch the cum, so get your other hand for assisting with this," he yelled. Pat groaned as she groped his glans with her left paw, which felt cum violently shoot onto it. Mark moaned for a change when he heavily ejaculated. "Geez, Pat. That tongue of yours gets the job done," he said. Pat sighed as she pulled her tongue right out of his ass. "You said it, Boss," she said. Mark got down as Pat let go of that cock she loved. "It seems ironic that I'm the one who feels dirty," he said. "Who licked that anus clean for you," Pat inquired. Mark sighed and quietly gestured her to shut up. "Pat, I'm the one with a spouse. Not all sins can be washed from a soul," he said. Pat, who understood Mark's side better, nodded in agreement. "Now I get it; adultery's like a stain that stays," she said. "I am glad that you understand my point of view, but please clean up for now," Mark replied.

One Hour Later...

Pat angrily snarled at those dirty paws of hers. "Damn it, some of that jizz still won't come out," she said. Pat felt the cum stick to her white fur, which was something she found annoying. "Fur polish! That could probably help me," she said as she found a polishing compound made for fur. "I have not forgotten when Ratbern would first steal this from Mr. Patremieow. Poor cat; he was even uglier than my dad after he encountered a few big cats at night," she thought. Luckily, Pat's father was still alive, but could have been more fortunate. "I wish he did not need a cane these days," she quietly squeaked to herself. Mark, who knocked on the door, faintly overheard Pat. "Is everything OK, Pat," he asked. Pat stopped lamenting over the past and tried applying the fur polish. "I'll be out soon," she said. Mark groaned while wondering what took her so long. "Is it your paws," he asked. Pat felt her hands' cum stain gone by now, "Yeah, I've currently been cleaning my paws, as in hands," she said.

With some soap and water finishing the excessive cleaning, Pat sighed as no more cum stuck to her. "Now I should be good to go," she said, enjoying the cleaner hands she had. Mark noticed Pat's camel-toe as he looked at her. "Pat, how come it's a two-piece bikini you have on," he asked. Pat giggled playfully as his hands rubbed her hips. "I wanted skimpier clothes to woo you with for now," she said. Mark blushed as Pat began motioning him to go for the breasts. "Want to play with my breasts, Boss," she teased. Mark nodded as his hands playfully tickled the underside of her breasts. "Ah hah ha ha! Cut it out! I'm very ticklish," she teased. Mark stopped with the titty tickling and began lowering his hands back to her hips. "Well, you did say cut it out," he said in a stern tone of voice. Pat shook her head, disappointed that Mark actually stopped. "I should have kept my mouth shut," she said. Mark teasingly fingered his "pet" mouse via her vagina. "May as well continue making you wet," he said, fingering the birth canal he loved to give stimulation.

Pat's breath intensified as Mark continued to finger her. "Ahhhhh, keep it up," she moaned. Mark accepted this request and made the mouse ejaculate, not wanting to lose Pat's excitement. "Gah, you're reminding me about my ex; he hated fingering me back then," she said. Mark pinched her vaginal wall, punishing her for having brought up Ratbern. "Focus on me: I'm the one you've desired these days," he said. "Sorry, Boss. I just love the fingering I could have used more of," she said. Mark sighed as he continued to finger his friend. "I'm well-aware of how naughty you get," he teased. Pat moaned as her vagina squirted during its orgasm. "Oh..... I already squirted my vaginal fluids. Please don't be mad at me," she said. "I understand if you needed to orgasm," Mark replied. Pat kissed Mark on the cheek as she clenched his hips with her firm paws. "I love you, Mark," she said. Mark smiled at the flattering mouse, who hugged him in a sense that this was out of love. "Pat, do you like your new life," he asked.

Pat nodded to clarify with him how she felt. "Yes, please kiss me," she begged. Mark groped her ass as his hands soon met her well-rounded buttocks. "Sure," he said. Pat led this kiss, enjoying the feeling of her lips with his. It felt weird French-kissing a human, since Ratbern was previously tutoring Pat how to kiss. "Mark seems to have more variation than my ex did. I like that," she thought. After both of them stopped French-kissing, Pat looked intimately at the man. "Mark, thank you for a fun night," she said.