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The last two deliveries were routine, the only hitch in the day so far was Mrs Walker, a retired school teacher who lived alone with a dozen cats on the far edge of the city. She did not 'Approve" of Morph companions, and she was entitled to her opinion. Mel sat in the Skimmer when I made my delivery to her.

“Well that's it for deliveries for today my dear. Now where is your rooming house?" I asked. “just speak into the Navcom and we will be on our way." I nodded to my Mousey as I pressed the button for audio input, the device chimed.

“Three seven four two water street." my Mousey supplied smiling at me.

“Calculating...." the Navcom announced. “Locked... Estimated Time of Arrival: twelve minutes."

“And away we go!" I added as we headed for our destination.

“And here we are, she sighed looking at what once had been a grand residence that had been converted to a rooming house when this part of the old city had gone into decline. ' __It could use a fresh coat of paint' I thought, noticing a few other signs of 'deferred maintenance' so common with older buildings.

Walking up the wide stairs we entered the common room, here were seated a mixed group of both morphs as well as a few humans who seemed down on their luck, most perked up when Mel entered the room.

“Hey everyone," Mel murred in greeting. “This is Mr Morgan, last week I signed a companion contract with him, so I just stopped by to pick up my stuff." she announced. A matronly feline in her mid fifties came out of the kitchen drying her paws on the hand towel tucked into her fish motif apron.

“Melinda, welcome back." she purred embracing the mouse lovingly.

“Thank you Mrs Fisher. I just stopped by to collect my possessions. I found a new line of work that I truly love."

“Well, congratulations! that's wonderful my dear tell me all about it." the house mother murred.

“Well, I signed a companion contract with Mr. Morgan here, he's a farmer and I am working with him growing, harvesting and delivering produce to customers around the city." Mel beamed.

“Oh, I see... is he treating you well my dear?" she asked genuinely concerned.

“Oh yes ma'am, we are out in the country, and I have my own room and I can paint! And I love the work he has me doing, and he is ever so kind to me, Not treating me like..." she leaned in to whisper into the matronly cat's ear “...like a sex toy." She said blushing. The feline looked over at me with a warm smile and introduced herself.

“Hello Sir, I am Alma Fisher, the housemother here, Melinda has been with us for almost a decade, she has been a model tenant, and we are going to miss her. Mel speaks very highly of you and I am very happy she has found a situation that suited her so well." The cat said offering me her paw. I took it warmly.

“Mrs Fisher, a pleasure to meet you, I am Keven Morgan of Craggin Moore Farm, and let me thank you for looking after Mel all these years. She has been a very welcome asset to me, and I treasure her greatly, I hope she will be with me for the next ten years. She is a wonderful partner and companion."

“Wonderful, I am glad she has found something and someone who makes her happy. Did she tell you, she painted that lovely piece of artwork on display in the common room here." she indicated the lovely cityscape in reds golds blues and grays prominently displayed for all to enjoy, The housemother purred. Very proud of the 'artiest-in-residence'. “I credited her three months rent for that, and it really brightens the place so." she beamed at my companion.

“Thank you for all of your support, and love and wisdom over the years Ma'am. I'm going to miss you," She said as the feline took her in a warm loving embrace.

“You are very welcome my dear, I am very proud of you. Do you need a hand moving your things?"

“ I don't think so, as you know I don't have much in my room, just my art supplies and clothes and books. Thank you Mrs Fisher, for everything. I will leave you my contact information in case anyone needs to get a hold of me. Do you know if Cheryl is in?" she asked.

“ I believe she is either in her room, or possibly doing laundry in the basement." The older feline smiled scrunching her muzzle.

“Thank you Ma'am!" Mel called back heading for the stairs. “ I want to introduce you to one of my best friends," Mel called back over her shoulder as I followed her down the stairs.

“Cheryl? ... Sherry, are you down here?" Mel called out.

“Mel?" we hear a female voice call back, sounding to my ears like liquid silk.

“Sherry! I am soo glad you are here! I want you to meet someone very special." My mouse calls back ducking into the laundry room near the far end of the hall.

Turning the corner I behold a lovely light lavender Skunkette, a Topless light lavender Skunkette, wearing only a miniskirt, who is hugging the stuffing out of my Mousey.

“Oh, hello there." she smiles up at me as I enter the laundry room, her eyes are a deeper purple, very striking. She has her arm around my Mousey not shy in the least about being topless, ' S** he is very purple. **' I think, seeing her large nipples matching the overall color scheme.

“Sherry, this is Keven Morgan. Sir, This is my best friend Cheryl Conner."

“Hello there, Mr Morgan, a pleasure to meet you, call me Sherry, Mel and I are..." She pauses with a very loving smile. “Verry good friends."

“An absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sherry, and if I may say you are strikingly lovely. Mel has accepted a companion contract with me." I say and the Stunning Skunkettes eyes light up.

“Oh sweety, that's wonderful! Congratulations!" She hugs Mel once more then steps over and embraces me as well. The feeling of those large nipples pressing into my chest is erotically delicious. I feel myself twitch in reaction as I wrap her in my arms. Her fur is incredibly soft and has a hint of lilacs, I run my hand down her back, she churrs in pleasure squirming against me. I find my hand at the base of her wide twin striped tail as I slowly let it flow through my fingers the sensation is electric!

“Thank you Mr Morgan, I'm sure Mel will do everything within her power to make you happy." She murrs nuzzling my neck. “Could I possibly ask a favor of you, Sir?" The lavender Skunkette asks drawing back slightly to look me in the eyes as her dark lavender main cascades over her shoulders and back. She looks up with a smile, I match it.

“Could I possibly visit Mel sometime, we have been... friends for years, and I know I'm going to miss her terribly." she coos, placing her paws on my shoulders. I look over at my Mousey who nods hopefully, before turning my gaze to the sexy Skunkette.

“Far be it from me to separate, good friends. You are more than welcome to visit. I make trips into the city at least twice a week, Saturdays and Wednesdays usually, would that work for you miss Conner?"

I ask.

She blinks. Yes... I... Thank you Mr. Morgan." she smiles warmly.

“Keven." I say, she smiles wider.

“Keven... I hope my appearance doesn't make you uncomfortable, Keven, but it's laundry day, and I don't have a thing to wear." she purrs indicating the miniskirt.

“Quite alright, I can see that you, like Mel here are one of those rare females whom nothing looks good on.' I smile.

Sherry gasps a moment before Mel giggles.

“He gotcha Sherry." Mel says swatting the Skunkette on the tush.

“Is that so? She asks looking between my Mousey and me. “Well, let's just see about that?" she says and peels herself out of her miniskirt and strikes a pose that would stop traffic. “Well?' she asks almost defiantly, grinning wickedly.

“Yup." I nod admiring her thatch of deep purple crotch fur. “You my dear are definitely one who looks fantastic in Nothing, but your fur. Thank you." I smile. “ So, tell me about yourself dear?" I ask taking a seat on the slightly threadbare couch. Mel sits next to me, and Sherry takes a perch on the arm of the couch next to me.

“Well I am twenty six, have known Mel for almost eight years, I moved in when I turned eighteen, and live across the hall from her. We just seemed too hit it off, we really clicked." she smiled, giving my Mousey a very loving look. She returned it in full measure.

“And how long have you been lovers?" I asked. Sherry almost fell off the edge of the couch, only my quick reflexes kept her from landing on the floor instead she ended up sprawled across both of us, with Her muzzle nestled in my Mousie's crotch. She managed to extract herself, the blush running across both girls cheeks was adorable. I smiled warmly drawing them both into a hug.

“Love is love, and it's all good." I said into their ears as they rested their heads on my shoulders. Sherry drew back looking shy for the first time.

“Um, about five years?" Mel said looking at sherry who nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, that sounds right, you're not mad are you Sir?" The lavender Skunkette asked holding my Mousie's paw as she straddled my lap. I shook my head, Lightly took Sherry's head in my hands and drew her into a kiss.

She melted into the kiss entwining her arms around my neck as I slowly slid my hands down her neck across her shoulders, down her arms lightly caressing her breasts finally coming to rest on her curvaceous hips. Breaking the kiss Sherry sighed laying her head on my chest.

“That... was a Verrry nice, kiss." she trilled hugging herself as she leaned against me.

“Agreed, you are a very nice Kisser, it makes me wonder what other things you do well." I mused.

“Mmmm, well... I can Dance, verry well." She said in that voice of liquid silk.

“Oh, I think I might like to see that some time, have you ever posed for Mel's artwork?" I inquired.

“Oh yes, she has painted me a time or three, one of my prise possessions is a very seductive portrait she did of me that I keep at the end of my bed." The lavender Skunkette trilled as she stretched languidly enjoying the way my hands casually explored her body.

“ I can see you as a dancer, and I would very much like to see what my Mousey painted, if you both don't mind?"

“ I am very proud of it, and if you let Mel paint, than perhaps when I visit I can pose for more artwork if you wouldn't mind?" She asked. “And I must say, you have a very nice touch, Keven. You are not trying to grope me, yet you are just lightly caressing me all over, I find it so refreshing to be in a man's company without feeling like I am about to be violated. You are soo lucky Mel, I truly envy you, if this is the way he treats you." Sherry murred leaning over and drawing my Mousey into a kiss. 'Yes, I thought, she will be a frequent visitor if I have anything to say about it.' I thought watching the lovers kiss.

“What are you doing tonight Sherry?" I ask when they come up for air.

“ I have to get ready for my shift a 'Purrr-dition. It's the strip club where I dance on Friday and Saturday nights." She smirked with a shrug. “Don't get me wrong, it pays the bills and I mostly enjoy it, I've been there for almost six years, but maybe I should register as a companion, because I am starting to feel pressured to go into 'escort' work, and I really don't like the idea of being a hooker."

“When are you off?" I ask looking at my Mousey she nods.

“Um, midnight, why?" she tilted her head, Looking between us.

“ I'll come pick you up, and you can spend a couple days at Craggin Moore. You can get an idea what Mel is doing, and if you want, perhaps we can present you with some options you may not be aware of, if you would be interested, that is?" I ask. Sherry blinks just looking between us as Mel nodded hopefully.

“Um... okay, I'd like that, if you think you'd have room in your transport, I could pack a bag and you could take it with Mel's stuff, and that way we don't have to come back here after work... Thank you! I'm..." she just hugged me tight.

“Thank you sir." Mel whispered into my ear, kissing me on the cheek.

“Lucky Seven, that's me." The Skunkette said opening the door to her room. Looking around the sparse living space my eyes lit on the painting on the wall at the foot of the bed; it was a classic western saloon pose. She was laid out on the bed in one of the most seductive poses imaginable, in a word it was breathtaking. I could see why she valued it so highly.

“Whoa, I see what you mean Cher, that is ...Stunning, she really seems to have captured your sensuality yet there is a lot of love here." I said turning to see them holding paws staring into each other's eyes sharing a deep profound wordless conversation, In that moment I knew, my course of action was laid open before me... thinking of my beloved Bree, the tableau before me warmed my heart.

Other than a stack of canvases, her art supplies, and easel, along with about two boxes of clothing and books, my companion had very little to her name. Not that the value of a person is measured in the possessions they amass, but it just showed what was important in her life.

“Well, that looks like everything." I say securing the cargo hatch as Mel and Cheryl hug saying their goodbye's.

“ I will meet you out front of Purr-Dition around midnight. I think you are really going to enjoy yourself Sherry, you are very special to my Mousey Mel, ergo you are now very special to me." I said as the lavender Skunkette hugged me tight. Now dressed in a blue Tee shirt and her miniskirt.

“Thank you Keven. I can't tell you just how much this means to me. See you tonight."

“Well, That was a pleasant surprise. Why didn't you tell me about her?" I asked looking over at my Mousey seeing her actually blush.

“Well... I had thought that part of my life was now over, I am your Contract Companion, and I … well I wasn't sure how you would feel about that aspect of my past."

“But it is clear that you still love her?" I ask. My mouse nodded.

“Deeply. I was really worried about how she would take it and how you would react and... Thank you for being so supportive of all this." Mel sniffled chuckling. “You'd better be careful Sir, or you might end up with Two Morph companions in your life." she chuckled as her blush increased. I just looked at my Mousey and grinned.

“And that would be a bad thing, Why, exactly?" I winked. Mel gasped. “Seriously, do you think Cheryl would even consider it? I think I know what it would mean to you to have her in your life, but do you think she would adapt to working on the farm? I am not opposed to having more help, with two of you we can increase the scale of the operation. So it could be a win-win across the board." I said. Mel just stared at me her muzzle hanging open in shock.

“You...you really mean that? I mean you actually Thought about this already, in just the time we were visiting?" she stammered.

“Mel my dear, I may be many things, but first and foremost I am a businessman; Hearing about Sherry's situation I saw an opportunity, so I thought it through, and looked at it from all angles and it makes sense. Now there is a chance she won't accept, and that's fine, it's her life after all. But it seems that she is being pushed in a direction she does Not want to go, so why not present her with another option?"

“ I... I never thought of it like that..."Mel said quietly.

“But another important consideration is how would You feel about this? Do you think you could share me with her and do you think she could share you with me as well?" I asked, Mel was silent for a few minutes, contemplating the ramifications of the new situation and all that it implied.

“...Yes." she said in almost a whisper. “ I think we should offer her the chance for a better, or at least a safer life. I know she hates the idea of being a hooker and I don't think she can see a way out other than registering as a companion and for some of us that is just a step above being a hooker, it's being someones Sex toy. And... I love her, she's my best friend. I've comforted her when she's had a bad night or when customers are abusive to her. And while the money is good, the risks are there as well."

“And if she wants to keep dancing I'm sure we can make some arrangements. Hell, if she wants, she can dance on the net in one of those cyber clubs and still be safe at home." I chuckle, “ I will say though, she is nice and cuddly."

“Oh, Yes she Is, and verry...passionate." Mel grinned as we approached home.

Once everything was unloaded in her room I got out the tilther and showed my Mousey how to replant a carrot bed.

“You remember the carrots we harvested this morning?" I asked my Mousey once she had gotten unpacked and her easel set up and hung a couple of her canvases in the house.

“Yes, they were fun to harvest and extremely well received." Mel enthused.

“Now I am going to show you how to replant the next crop. We clear the section of the bed we are about to plant, then lay down some rich compost then run the tilther over it to work the compost into the first two inches of the grow bed, as opposed to a tiller that takes it down twelve to eighteen inches. Then we run the seeder making rows. It's quick and easy."

“ I never knew that, I thought that you just plowed it with a tractor or maybe horses and a...plow?" Mel shrugged not really having a clue. I laughed.

“No, this is only a quarter acre operation now if Cheryl gets on board we can maybe expand to a half acre and double our revenue. And, with you both here, maybe we can get back into the Farmer's market, I started with that, and Bree... she loved it. But... who knows. Here, before we start, let me introduce you to Bree. I said taking my Mousey out the back door.

“Ah, you see, here we have both a hot tub, Great for soaking after a hard day of gardening, and a Sauna. Which is Not a luxury, but a necessity, let me assure you." I said.

“And this four by six foot tank in the decking here?" she asked indicating the tank running along side the Sauna.

“That is the plunge pool, after you can't stand to stay in the Sauna a second longer, you dash out and jump in, then jump out the sensation really makes you feel Alive!" I crowed.

“But... But, That's Insane!" Mel squawked.

“No! That's Sauna!" I fired back exuberantly. “Just wait tel you try it you just might Love it, and I won't even put in any ice cubes, the first time you do it." I chuckle. The look on my mousey's face was priceless!

“Ice Cubes??" she exclaimed arms akimbo.

“Yes!" I laughed heartily. It is all part of the Sauna culture you shall learn about. Don't worry it may just grow on you especially in winter.

“Winter? You mean like with snow on the ground, winter?" she asked oh the look she was giving me I could almost not stand, I haven't laughed this much in what felt like decades.

“Oh Yesh! You run out and just roll in the snow, it's verry refreshing, let me tell you."

“That's In-Saine! I'll Freeze My Titties Off!" My Mousey howled clutching her ample breasts protectively.

“Gods I Love you Mel!" I leaned against the railing for support. “It will be fine." I manage through wheezing breaths.

“Nooo, I Like my Titties, Please don't make me freeze them off Sir!" She mewled rocking back and forth as she started to giggle. My laughter was infectious.

“You won't freeze them off. Now Bree once said it felt like she lost three bra sizes the first time she cycled through." I said drawing my giggling Mousey into a hug, fozzling her ears. “Anyway I feel it is time to meet Bree." I said leading her around the house to a spot on a low hillock overlooking the gardens. This was her resting place, marked by a three foot tall by two foot wide by one foot thick slab of polished marble etched in it's surface was a oval portrait of my beloved looking off to the distance, a sweet smile dusting her muzzle. I had the same portrait in my study. Below was the inscription:

Breeanna Taylor

= Beloved Companion =

“... Ah Love! Could Thou and I, W __ith Fate C_ onspire,_

To grasp T __his S_ orry_ Scheme O __f T_ hings Entire,_

Would Not We Shatter It To Bits – And Then,

Re-Mold It Nearer To The Hearts Desire!"

Always In My Heart

“Here is where I laid my beloved Bree to her final rest." I said standing at the foot of her grave.

It was outlined in rose quartz stones that bordered the covering of Gentian blue flowers.

“Hello Bree, I brought someone for you to meet..." I paused sniffing “This is Melinda Montserrat, my. New companion. I thought you two should meet." I said patting Mel on the shoulder she walked behind the headstone and gently laid her paws upon it, closing her eyes, she spoke.

"Hello Bree, I'm Mel... I have heard so much about you, it is as if I sort of know you now. You had a lovely singing voice, Keven showed me the holotapes he made of you. I can Feel the love you two shaired, it permiates this place like a warm hug, and I would be grateful for your blessing. You live in Keven's heart and I would hope mine as well. You are loved. And rest well Breeanna Taylor. I love you." Mel smiled lovingly caressing the headstone before looking at me with a winsome smile.

“ I get the feeling she likes this place you picked out for her." My Mousey said coming round to hug me.

“Yeah, she said as much, this was the location of our first picnic. It has a lovely view and it was here we talked about expanding the gardens. I miss her, but thank you for your heartfelt blessing. I thought you two should meet."

“And you are right, I am soo sorry you lost her, but at least you are not alone any more and I would like to believe that would make her happy?" Mel offered.

“...Yes. I believe you are right. Take care love, you are always in my heart.." I said lovingly touching the headstone. “Time to get back to work, Now lets go plant some carrots." I finished, turning and walking from the memorial to my lost love down to the garden.

End Part Seven

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