Fallon's Folly
Fallon and Adesina are co Dukeskunk/Skunkaholic
Excalibur is co. Psycofrog Pondwater and used with permission
Fallon's Folly
by Dukeskunk
Gently Fallon's dreams parted before the the sounds of Simian and Garfield like the waves of the ocean splitting before the prow of a ship. His alarm was always set to the local light rock station it was sufficient to awaken him however Adesina had learned to tune the sound out. Then he remembered the white lace ribbon he had found tied around the bedroom door handle the night before, that meant that Mistress Adesina had desired breakfast in bed courtesy of her favorite maid.
Fallon gently climbed out of bed, being cautious not to awaken his Mistress He ventured to his small portion of their double closet and there he found his maid uniform.
White Satin trimmed with black lace, the typical puffy sleeves and incredibly short skirt.
Any time he bent the slightest in the outfit his lovely matching underwear would be exposed. The colors were the reverse of most maid uniforms but it worked better for furs with primarily dark fur such as skunks.
He gathered up his uniform and the accessories and undergarments that went with it and ventured out into the hall. The upstairs bathroom was the room he always used to change. He started by wrapping his white satin garter belt around his waist, hooking it in the front and then sliding it around to the back. He then did the same thing with his matching bra which was all white satin and lace with just a little black bow between the cups, the straps slipped over his shoulders perfectly, being adjusted to exactly the right length from somewhat frequent use. He had three sets of underwear all exactly identical. After he had placed his black furred imitation breasts in the cups of his bra, Fallon put down the toilet lid and sat down. He pulled his white fishnet stockings up his leg and clipped them to the tabs of his garter belt, He loved the look of white fishnets against his black fur. He imagined it would look equally good on Mistress Adesina as her fur was just as black, but he did not know, the black panther that was wife to his husband role and Mistress to him as a maid had never worn fishnets in the time he had known her.
Then Fallon buckled the white three inch high heeled shoes onto his footpaws. he was glad that his Mistress had replaced these shoes, previously his Mistress had found out that Fallon had been using a large cotton apron to do his chores when she was not home. His outfit came with an apron, she felt that should be sufficient. Never mind the apron was barely enough to cover the lap of his skirt and was made of black satin. Mistress had then sabotaged his 3 inch heels causing him to be out of uniform when she arrived home, for which he was punished, and he had to complete his chores wearing his only other white heels which had a ridiculously high five inch heel.
As usual by the time Fallon was done and ready to put on his panties his sheath was thick and starting to show a hint of pink at the tip. Fallon was tempted to stroke himself, bringing an orgasm by his own paw so that it would fit neatly into his panties but he knew that Mistress Adesina would not approve if she found out about such things. Instead he concentrated on relaxing himself and picked up his white satin panties with their multiple rows of black lace across the seat. He slid them up his legs and nestled them around his hips. Then he was ready for the black cloud of frothy lace and crinoline that formed his petticoats. He stepped into the garment which itself almost looked like a skirt with drawstrings to pull it tight around his waist after it was over his hips and ass. Then came the real garment, his lovely satin maid's uniform. The skirt which was short as it was settled over the petticoats and flared out giving it the nearly indecent length that was synonymous with the French Maid.
Just a few more steps and Fallon would be presentable to begin preparing his
Mistress' breakfast. He slid the comb attached to his little lace cap in place and then
carefully painted the claws of his paws which were kept filed blunt. Once they glistened
white he wiggled and waved his fingers to help them dry faster. This was the most annoying part of his preparations, nothing to do but sit here and flail girlishly. Finally his claws were dry enough that he could apply a touch of kiss-me pink lipstick and some mascara to make his eyelashes seem longer, and then it was time to get cooking.
He skipped downstairs relishing in the click of his heels on the hardwood steps.
Fallon was occasionally embarrassed by the way he swayed his tail and his ass when he was dressed in his maid's uniform, but not often and his Mistress always approved.
Once Fallon reached the kitchen he saw a note from his Mistress on the table.
Maid,
For breakfast your Mistress desires fresh pancakes, freshly brewed iced tea,
two slices of toast with your homemade strawberry jam, and a side of scrambled eggs.
Fallon set the note down and searched his recipe file card for pancakes. Flour,
baking powder, egg (optional), milk, and butter. His recipe cards were in the same cupboard as th flour and the baking powder so he got those out at the same time.
Then he clicked his way over to the fridge, milk, butter, egg? As Fallon picked up
the egg carton he realized something was wrong, the weight seemed far too light. He opened the carton to find it empty. This was a disaster, the egg was optional for the pancakes, but how was he supposed to make scrambled eggs without any eggs? Mistress Adesina was going to wake up and want her breakfast exactly as she had requested. What was he to do? Fallon decided he would just have to go to the store and get some eggs, checking the other ingredients he found the baking powder was low, and there was not another can in the cupboard.
Once he knew what he wanted Fallon started upstairs to change into his male
clothing for the trip. That was going to make it difficult to get everything done in time
but it was certainly better than showing up at the neighborhood grocery store in his maid uniform. Fallon got as far as the stairs when he remembered, Mistress Adesina always locked all the drawers that contained his male clothing when she was expecting a visit from her household maid. The only way he could get to his male clothing included waking up his Mistress and asking her for the key.
Fallon pondered what to do, he couldn't get changed. He couldn't make do without
the eggs. He could not bare the shame of walking into that same grocery store that knew himself and his wife so well. That might just contain a solution, Fallon would drive to a different store. He didn't particularly like the idea of wearing his maid uniform into any store but he did not see any other available options. Fallon crept up the stairs, slipping his shoes off for silent movement into the bedroom where his Mistress lay coiled in sleep a graceful feline predator, and she embraced that ancestry in her ruthless determination and predatory instincts in the courtroom. Fallon crept to the closet intending to borrow one of his Mistress'purses when he saw something. Hanging at the back of the closet, in his area was a white satin bag with a single shoulder strap. His Mistress had planned on him having to make this trip, she most likely had requested eggs because she knew they had none in the house, why else would she have bought him a purse that matched his maid uniform?
Fallon crept out of the room praising his graces that he had not woken Mistress
Adesina. He could not believe what he was about to do. It was a fine late spring day,
warm, so he wouldn't need a coat. He transferred his wallet and keys from his jacket pocket into the purse, and put his shoes back on. And then was off to the garage, he and his wife usually used the side entrance directly from the house, whereas when Mistress Adesina returned home she walked from the garage to the front door and awaited her maid to answer, and woe be to Fallon if he was late answering the door. When Fallon got to the side door he found the handle turned freely but it was resisting his efforts to open it. He pushed a little harder trying to convince himself that the door must simply be stuck. No amount of effort seemed able to open the door though, it must be somehow bared from the other side.
Fallon felt his ears sliding back into their embarrassed set completely of their own
volition. In order to get out of the house he was going to have to walk out the front door and into the garage the same way Mistress Adesina came home, out in front of any of his neighbors who happened to be looking out their window. Fallon would have loved nothing more than to have called the whole expedition off but he knew that he would be punished, and possibly not in a way he would enjoy, if he did not prepare his Mistress' breakfast exactly as she had requested. This meant he did not have time to waste standing here debating or being afraid of what he had to do. It was sort of like skydiving, you open the door and jump, then you don't let yourself look back.
He scampered out the door and as he trotted towards the garage, moving as fast as he could in heels. He looked around, at first he found relief, there seemed to be no-one around, no-one standing in front of the big picture window across the street. Then he heard a cough and stopped dead in his tracks. Right there in front of him, less than 20 feet from the garage his neighbor stood on her front step, morning paper in her paw. She giggled a bit as Fallon turned to look at her. She was a firmly built but still feminine vixen, perhaps a little harder than Mistress Adesina but that would be because she was with the SWAT team. Her name was Excalibur, Fallon remembered from one time the mail delivered a letter of hers to his house because it had the wrong number on it. Fallon just stood there, petrified by a combination of disbelief, fear and humiliation. 'Say something, Say something,' he screamed at himself. As he opened his mouth to speak Fallon found himself falling victim to his habits, he bents slightly at the knee, gently grabbed the sides of his skirt and raised it as spoke, "Good morning." 'Gah! Why did you curtsy? what are you doing?
Excalibur cocked her head slightly and giggled again, "Your maid know your borrowing her clothes, or did you forget the laundry this week?"
Fallon blushed and his ears pressed as flat as they could against his head. 'Tell
her it's a bet, no she'll never believe that. Don't tell her anything, just excuse
yourself.' "I really have to go. I have to run an errand." 'No! why did you say that, now
she'll be curious.'
Sure enough Excalibur seemed intrigued by the idea of her neighbor running errands dressed like this, she leaned over the waist height hedge that separated their properties and cocked an eyebrow at him. "What sort of errands do you have to do, I've got to go out too." She licked her muzzle thoughtfully.
Fallon blanched at the thought of being accompanied by his neighbor on his errands, what if he had to bend over at the supermarket, she would see his panties. By this point he was best going with the truth. "I have to get some groceries to make breakfast for my Mistress before she wakes up." 'No say wife, not mistress! stupid! stupid!"
"Your Mistress, aren't you married?"
"Yes Ma'am, my wife and Mistress is upstairs sleeping right now."
"I see." Excalibur went quiet a moment, thoughtful. She had an amused smile on her face as she glanced toward the curtained window of Fallon and Mistress Adesina's bedroom.
Fallon took that opportunity to obey the voice in his head that was screaming at him to run. "If you'll excuse me." He curtsied again out of habit and then chastising himself for doing so ran as fast as his heels allowed to the car.
Fallon slammed the car door and hung his head, trying to stop himself from screaming in humiliation. He could not believe that he had just been seen by Excalibur. Here was this tough streetwise cop, a member of the SWAT team, and in only the second time he had met her since moving in two months before he was reduced to a humiliated little sissy in her mind. Worst of all he still had to go to the grocery store.He pulled out, watching Excalibur standing on her step watching him as he drove away. Only now did he notice the fox was only wearing a black robe that matched the patch of fur at the tip of her tail.
The drive to the grocery store was a bit longer than Fallon had expected about 8 minutes to get there and find a parking spot. Again he was nervous about getting out, but he knew he could not afford to waste any time here. Mistress was at home, expecting to wake up to her breakfast exactly as she had requested it. He stepped out of the car, careful to minimize the flashing of his panties, unfortunately it was imposable to completely eliminate this. Fortunately there were very few people in the parking lot so he could avoid anyone seeing them as he got out, but judging from the number of cars in the lot there would be a lot of people in the store. The store had been open for five minutes now, everyone who needed something first thing in the morning must have been lined up outside.
Fallon fluffed out his skirt and petticoat, if he was going to be seen in public in
his maid uniform there was no reason not to look his best. He went in and immediately
proceeded to the baking goods isle, quite aware of the other furs staring at him as he made his way through the store dressed in shiny white satin. He hoped that by ignoring the attention it would go away, just concentrate on getting what he had come for. The baking powder was easy enough, it sat on a shelf at around breast height. Then he went to the back of the store where their eggs were kept, unfortunately the eggs were much lower, down around knee level. Fallon was in such a hurry he didn't even think, he just reached down and grabbed a carton of two dozen eggs. As he grasped the eggs he heard a whistle from behind him. His panties! Fallon straightened up and pushed his skirt down in the back. Unfortunately doing this caused him to drop the carton of eggs on the floor. Egg white leaked out of the carton, pooling on the floor. Fallon looked around, there were several people staring at him now, he wasn't really sure who had seen his panties, although it was likely most of them.
"You pick those eggs up maid," a german shepherd femme commanded, seemingly on impulse but Fallon found himself obeying, this time bending at the knees and taking effort to keep his back straight and his skirt angled down to maintain his dignity.
Everyone around was laughing, Fallon could feel tears on the verge of pouring out of his eyes. This was horrible, the most humiliating moment of his entire life. He put the eggs in the little handbasket he had picked up at the door along with another carton, only a dozen this time, to replace any that had broken.
"Don't put all your eggs in one basket dearie." some obnoxious male called, but
Fallon was not even looking. He turned and immediately sought the clearest way where there were no people pointing and laughing. Fortunately no-one followed him, they merely applauded as he fled in shame. He found himself in the produce section, along the one wall which led up to the registers. Maybe he should get some fresh blueberries to put in the pancakes, Mistress Adesina liked that. Those were easy enough to locate, and then fallon was done. He had his eggs, baking powder and blueberries, everything he needed to make Mistress Adesina the breakfast she had demanded.
When he got to the registers Fallon found his ordeal was still not over, there were
three registers open and even the express line had a line. He jumped into the shortest
line, this soon after opening no-one would have too many items or they would still be
shopping. More furs piled in behind him, it may have been his imagination but Fallon's line seemed to be growing faster behind him than the other lines. While he was waiting to have his order rung in Fallon opened his purse and took out his wallet with his credit card. Mistress never gave him cash this was the only form of payment he had. The teller was a young squirrel, Fallon couldn't help but think she was really old enough to be here, surely she had school to attend. once she had everything rung in she recited the total for him and Fallon handed her his credit card. She just stared at it blankly a moment and then at Fallon. "I'm sorry I can't accept this." she said.
"Why not, I've used my visa here before?" Fallon was astounded, did this girl not
know how to work the credit card system?
"Well we can only accept a credit card from the account holder.
Fallon relaxed, "That is no problem, I am the account holder on that card." It was
under his wife's account but the card was issued in his name.
"But this card says, Mr. Fallon Sinclaire." Fallon almost had to laugh, this was
the one person in this building he didn't want to mistake him for a female.
"That's me Fallon Sinclaire."
"Mister Sinclaire?" she repeated unsure, stressing the word 'mister'. By now the
line behind him was buzzing with snickers and whispers as word of his true gender spread back.
"I have my ID. Here give me a moment I put my wallet back in my purse." The
squirrel cocked a skeptical eyebrow at mention of his purse but Fallon soon fished out his identification. "See that's me Fallon Sinclaire."
The squirrel took the card and scrutinized it for a moment, and then said, "Okay,
sorry for the confusion Mister Sinclaire."
Oddly Fallon found it even more embarrassing to be called that than just standing
here in line at the grocery wearing his skimpy french maid dress. The machine spit out the receipt which Fallon signed and grabbed his bags, scampering out as quickly as he could, eager to escape this situation.
"Mr Sinclaire!" the squirrel called after him, but Fallon didn't even really
register her words, he had to get out, get away from these prying, mocking eyes.
Then someone said something that got Fallon's attention, "Maid!" The voice was
definitely female and full of authority, Fallon knew it couldn't be Mistress Adesina but
found himself stopping nonetheless. He turned around and saw the german shepherd he had seen in the eggs and dairy section standing beside the squirrel at the till, and the
squirrel was waving his credit card in the air. Cringing at his foolishness Fallon minced
back to the register, he had been in such a hurry to leave he had forgotten his credit card.
"Thank you," he mumbled as he collected his card.
"Don't thank me," the squirrel replied, "But I think you owe this nice woman a
proper thank you."
Fallon sighed in resignation and grasped the hem of his skirt, he curtsied giving a
glimpse of his fluffy black petticoat, "Thank you Ma'am." The shoppers who had been
snickering before, completely lost it at that point laughter pouring in from all sides.
Only the German Shepherd and the tellers seemed to be restraining themselves.
"You're welcome maid," the Shepherd replied, "Now go home, and get back to work."
Fallon curtsied again and did exactly that.
The drive home was no shorter than the drive to get there, Fallon was sincerely
hoping that Mistress Adesina would chose to sleep in today. Once he got home he pulled into the driveway, intending this time to go through the side entrance, being able to remove the block from this side of the door. That proved more challenging than he had thought however, as the barricade was a large latch which fit over a u-bolt, and the entire thing was locked with a key lock. Fallon's suspicions proved correct as his house key proved ineffective on this lock.
Fortunately there was no-one about now, and his prancing run to the front door was uneventful. Once inside Fallon proceeded immediately to the kitchen and began the
preparations. Fallon started the pot of tea, which he would ice before bringing it to his
Mistress, and then began preparing the food. The most time consuming thing would be the pancakes, so he immediately started mixing ingredients in the large mixing bowl, adding an egg simply because he now had them. He stirred the mixture thinking now he only needed to add the blueberries and start cooking them, which would enable him to prepare the eggs while the first pancakes cooked.
Fallon was so absorbed in his task that he was not even aware of another presence in the room until a strong, feminine arm wrapped around his neck from behind. "Keep stirring." Mistress Adesina's voice was gruff in his ear as she pressed close behind him. "I wanted my breakfast in bed maid."
Fallon whimpered as his Mistress held him close and berated him with soft words that stung more than anything that had ever been yelled at him. "I am sorry Mistress, I had to go to the store for eggs."
"I am aware of that, because I threw out the last two last night. You had enough
time to prepare everything if you had gone to the nearest grocery store, but judging by how long it took you I am guessing you didn't, did you maid?"
"No Mistress, people know me at that store, they might have recognized the name on my credit card."
"That is not a concearn maid, I had made arrangements with Amy, the little raccoon girl you like to go to. When she saw you she was going to open a new register and call you to it. Only she would have known who you were."
Fallon whimpered, he wasn't sure which would have been worse, what he endured with the entire store, or the raccoon that he occasionally flirted with at the store. Adesina did not mind, since it was only flirting and she herself had people at the office she liked to toy with. "I'm sorry Mistress."
"That is not sufficient, you will be punished now. Keep stirring." Mistress
Adesina took Fallon's arm which was holding the bowl and lowered it until the bowl was
nearly at his knees, any lower and Fallon would have to bend over, but still he continued
stirring the batter as he was instructed. Mistress Adesina then took her paw from his arm and slid it up his skirt, neither of them were particularly surprised that Fallon was very hard in his panties by the time her paw brushed his pantied cock.
Mistress Adesina slid Fallon's panties down until they sat just below his sheath.
"So nice and hard for your Mistress, good maid." Mistress Adesina then grabbed hold of
Fallon's cock and began slowly stroking it. Fallon found himself being sucked into a vortex of pleasure from his Mistress' actions. "Keep stirring maid," she growled in his ear, before Fallon had even realized he had stopped. Fallon realized what was going on before it even happened but he didn't dare speak out against what was clearly his Mistress' intent. She rubbed Fallon's cock, stroking him harder and faster, as she listened to the sound of his breath picking up and his whimpers growing louder as his pleasure and shame culminated.
And then in an instant of pure ecstasy it was gone. Fallon came and the evidence
disappeared under a wooden stirring spoon. his semen being mixed into the pancake batter. Mistress Adesina withdrew immediately after. You may serve breakfast at the table when it is ready maid, set places for two, I wish you to dine with me today. Mistress Adesina then went likely to dress and prepare for another day at the firm. Fallon blushed with each pancake he poured, thinking he had no way of knowing whether that pancake had just a little bit of himself in it. He also scrambled the eggs and prepared the toast as instructed. Lastly before he took the food to the table he poured the tea into a pitcher and added a tray of ice-cubes.
Fallon then began dishing up breakfast serving his Mistress first, two pieces of
toast with his homemade jam, scrambled eggs, and then the pancakes. At this last Mistress stopped him, "I have no desire for pancakes, those are for you maid and you won't be eating anything else today unless you finish them all, I don't care how many meals it takes you."
Fallon blushed as he served himself up his pancakes and then seated himself,
fluffing his skirt back so it would not get flattened on one side more than necessary. All
through breakfast he blushed with the knowledge that he was eating his own come in the pancakes, and the thought made his panties tight again.