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This story was written for Serling as part of my patreon request days for October. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and TF of a sort. :3

Connor's Case

"Hi, I'm Connor. I think you're expecting me?"

Millie smiled as she nodded bashfully, stepping back from the door as the mouse flashed her a small, discreet business card with the logo of the agency from which she had placed an order earlier that week. She gestured for him to come inside, and closed the door gently behind him as he did so. Only then, as he walked past her, did the otter's smile fade slightly. It wasn't that he was a disappointment or anything like that, she would never dare be so rude to someone without getting to know them first. But... she'd heard things about this agency. She'd heard that they had a rather unique roster of people working for them, and thus when she had called them up and asked for something that would surprise even an experienced woman like her, well... if she was perfectly honest, she'd expected more than a mouse.

"I've never been in this hotel before. What do you think of it, if you don't mind me asking?"

Calling out from the main body of the hotel room, the mouse reminded Millie that she wasn't alone. She had a guest to attend to, and a guest that was here for one very particular purpose. Giggling, taking a breath and telling herself that surprised or not she could still make the most of this evening, she turned and walked over to where he was standing politely, not yet making himself comfortable.

"It's nice. I travel a lot, and it's definitely on the higher end of what I'm accustomed to. But... well, I always feel a hotel room is wasted if you spend your time in it alone."

Millie's hands were already moving towards the tie of her robe as she spoke, and she delighted in the male's gaze wandering over her rounded figure as she unfastened the robe and spread it boldly open at the front, exposing the brown fur of her naked body beneath its white cotton. Only then did the mouse himself loosen up, setting the briefcase he was carrying with him down on the bedside cabinet and thus freeing his hands up to begin unbuttoning his shirt. Despite not being surprising per se, Millie couldn't deny how attractive the mouse was. His body was slender yet toned, a fact that became rapidly more visible as he peeled off his shirt and began to unfasten his belt, tugging down his khakis and stepping out of them to leave himself in only a pair of boxer shorts. Shorts which Millie could now see beginning to tent, though again, not a surprisingly large amount.

The otter did gasp, not so much surprised as a little taken aback, when the mouse stepped forward without a word and began to tease the robe off her shoulders. Most of the male escorts she had been with, most of the escorts regardless of gender in fact, didn't take the initiative this early on. Usually they got to know her a bit first, and only then, once they knew that she was the type to eagerly get down to the business at hand, did they show more confidence in advancing things themselves. Despite this mouse skipping that intermediate step however, Millie didn't feel threatened by him. She didn't sense any arrogance or disgusting over-masculinity in the act. Just a cool, calm, quiet confidence of a man working on instinct, doing a job that he had probably done countless times before, and would do countless times again so long as the money remained good.

"Ooh..."

With her robe cast aside, Millie moaned happily as she was gently guided back to sit upon the edge of the bed. Connor leaned forward with one hand sliding between her legs as his face fell to her breasts, planting soft kisses upon the sumptuous peaks before flicking out his tongue across one, then the other already stiffened nipple. He murmured tenderly, wordlessly as he felt the otter's trembling hands rise to his head, stroking his soft brown hair and running their fingertips across the lobes of his large, pink ears. His lips closed around one nipple more firmly, and as he began to suckle upon it his hand between Millie's thighs slipped between her lips to tease and caress what lay within.

Millie might not have been as wet as she'd hoped when the mouse first began to touch her, but after a minute or so of his mouth on her breasts and his fingers inside of her, teasing, touching, doing just enough to drive her crazy without pushing for too much, too soon, she felt like there was a dam ready to burst between her thighs. She applied just the slightest pressure to the male's head, and he pulled back immediately. He was still smiling that warm, confident smile of his, and as his eyes looked into Millie's own and saw the lust burning within them now that had not been there in quite such excessive quantities before, he looked more grateful than proud.

"What would you like first?"

He murmured softly, smiling as the otter's face reddened and she glanced down between his legs, boxer shorts now very much tented and with a small wet spot spreading out from the peak of the erection held within. Connor chuckled, nodding and glancing towards the bedside cabinet.

"I know that. I mean, which of the optional extras. The details I got said you were looking to shake things up a bit. To try something new, perhaps?"

The otter's eyes widened, and she whimpered in bashful curiosity as she too looked towards the case sitting close by, still unopened. Were there toys inside? Was that this guy's surprise trick? That he didn't use his own cock to do the job? Considering how his fingers and muzzle worked, that wouldn't have been too much of a stretch to believe. Still, if she'd wanted a dildo she could have bought one much cheaper than his fee. Even if he wasn't huge or exotic, Millie wanted a real live cock.

"I... w-what I said was, I wanted to be surprised."

Connor's smile grew, and Millie's face burned scarlet when he said what escaped his muzzle next.

"Oh. Oh. Well, you must have been really... uh, surprised, when you saw little me wander in, huh? Gosh, I'm sorry. If I'd known that you were this in the dark, I would have explained better."

He stepped away from the otter, and again without shame, with natural and pleasantly likeable confidence dropped his boxers down around his ankles, flicking them up into his hand with a tiny kick before tossing them aside to join his shirt and trousers. He stepped over to the case, his five or so inch long manhood twitching slightly as though in anticipation, and after rolling his thumbs over the combination lock for a moment or two the mouse murmured happily as it clicked open. He lifted the lid, reached inside... indeed, what seemed to be oddly deep inside for what looked like such a flat, small case. Nevertheless, his hand soon emerged with something clutched inside its grasp.

Millie giggled. It was a toy. Not just any toy, but a cock-sheath; the kind to be worn over an existing erection to give it extra size, and in this case, a new shape, too. She was about to tell Connor he was sweet, but that she'd rather have the real thing than some unnecessary add on, when he cut her off.

"Our company, we... aren't exactly in the phone books, normally speaking. You can get through to us, but only if you're looking for a particular kind of service. Only if you're a particularly open-minded, free spirited kind of person. I know you're a first time user of our services, but, considering that you realistically wouldn't have been able to get in touch at all unless you had a propensity to enjoy what we have to offer... let me demonstrate exactly what it is I can offer you. Hopefully, it'll give you just the surprise you're looking for."

Connor slipped the toy, modelled after a dog cock with a rich red hue and a thick knot at its base, over his twitching erection. He stroked his hand up and down the toy's length, and as it did so, and as Millie watched him with curious amusement, the otter's eyes widened once again.

"W-what...?"

She whispered in confusion, leaning forward, frowning slightly as she blinked and paid closer attention to what was happening seemingly before her eyes. No matter how many times she tried to clear her vision and focus on what was really happening though, the vision did not change. The cock before her, the dog-cock that had only recently been a toy, was shifting not in shape, but in tone and texture. It was looking less and less like a rubbery plastic sheath, and more like... well, like an actual canine cock.

"You can touch it, if you want..."

Connor murmured as he took a deep, ragged breath maybe ten seconds later, and let go of his now twitching, very much alive and slowly dipping pre-cum, dog cock. He moaned softly as Millie reached out a shaky hand to touch it, and smirked when she withdrew as though shocked by how warm it was, how real. Yet, she didn't ask the obvious. She didn't ask how it was possible, or why she had never known such things were possible before. He had already answered that as well as he likely could by explaining where he had been sent from. In fact, when it came right down to it, Millie realised there was only one real question she had to ask the mouse... the mouse with his twitching, drooling dog-cock.

She leaned back upon the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows, and drew her knees up, spreading her legs wide apart as her buttocks rested on the edge of the bed, her wet, glistening pussy on full display.

She looked at Connor's cock, then up at the mouse's smiling, handsome face.

"A-after you... after you fuck me with that one... are there others?"

Connor beamed, and stepped forward to the edge of the bed. He leaned over Millie's plump figure, and with one hand supporting himself on the bed, the other guided his cock into position between her trembling, now damp and eager thighs.

"Oh yeah."

He murmured, sliding the tip of his hot, twitching canine shaft into the otter and shuddering as she tensed up, the excitement of having that impossible cock really beginning to push into her almost overwhelming the otter right there and then.

"Dozens. Are there any species in particular you'd like to try?"

All the while he was still pressing deeper into her. Deeper. Deeper, until finally she felt the thicker, rounded and throbbing flesh of his knot grinding against her spread lips and pushing against the bulb of her aching clit. Millie moaned loudly, but shook her head as she felt the mouse beginning to draw back, not to pull out but to begin thrusting, to begin fucking her properly at last.

"N-no. None in... ah... in particular. But... oohh... ohh yes. You can... mmh, y-you can surprise me, if you like."

*********

"Oh. O-ohh my god... cumming. Cumming ah! Ah. A-again!"

Millie had been with dogs before, with canines of many different kinds in fact, but none of them had ever used their knot like this. None of them had ever done anything but sleep or talk while they were knotted inside of her, certainly not attempting what Connor had been doing on and off for over an hour now, since he first filled her with his cum and locked their bodies together as his knot swelled to an even greater size than that at which it had begun. He sat between her legs, resting calmly upon his knees with a happy, blissed out look upon his face, and massaged her clit with his thumb as her pussy milked and squeezed at the knotted shaft still buried inside her.

Before that he had rocked back and forth while suckling on her nipples, never pulling out, unable to do so and not even trying, just rolling his hips and grinding his knot into her g-spot until she was a quivering, soaking wet wreck. Before that he had used his delicate pink fingers to explore around the flesh of her labia, touching and stimulating all except her clit that was still reachable even with his knot buried inside of her. Now she was cumming again as he drove her crazy with that more direct yet gentle stimulation to her throbbing clit, and she wondered if she'd ever be able to sleep with any other canine ever again without holding their performance up against this mouse's own.

*********

"Connor! Oh god, y-you're rubbing me. It's... aahh! I c-can't hold it. I'm gonna... I... yes!"

The otter shrieked in pleasure as she stared down between her legs, utterly fixated on the prehensile dolphin cock which without any help from the mouse's hands or hips had been masturbating her without once slipping inside her pussy for the last ten minutes. Now, rubbing back and forth against her already sensitive clit, Connor grunted as his cock twitched and began to spurt thick ribbons of cum out over her crotch and her rounded belly, and Millie wailed in return as his twitching erection drove her to orgasm alongside him through what Connor had previously promised was only foreplay for a cetacean.

*********

There were no words for what Millie felt as a foot long horse cock ploughed her innards, the mouse grunting and moaning deep and desperately with each thrust, as though the mind and spirit of a wild stallion had claimed him alongside his cock being replaced by that of such a shameless equine stud. She just lay there, open mouthed, wide eyed, and let it happen. She just let the orgasms crash over her one after another after another as he pounded her to sweet, savage insanity. She'd dreamed of being with a man so big, but had never found a guy of that stature with which she'd hit it off enough to pursue things. Until now.

*********

"_Aaaahhhhhhhhhh fuck _!"

She had never screamed so loud as she had with the barbed tiger's cock. His barbs weren't rough and painful, but they were just firm enough, just prominent enough to do things to her insides that they had never felt before. To drive her wild with extremes of stimulation that veered close to pain, but just far enough away from it in any actual sense to heighten the experiences to the absolute maximum.

*********

A duck's corkscrew.

A deer's leaner but even longer shaft than the horse had possessed.

Another go with the dolphin, far more than just foreplay the second time around.

As the night went on, Millie indulged in the ultimate sexual safari without shame or restraint. She didn't stop, she didn't rest, and she definitely didn't question the lack of any need to do so as she came again, and again, and again at Connor's behest. And all the while, moaning, gasping, squeaking and cumming right there with her, the mouse's smile remained. Reassuring, grounding, ever confident and ever warm, friendly, even loving.

That was why, as they lay together blushing and giggling while dawn light crept along the bed, across their feet and higher with each passing minute, Millie asked Connor to close the case almost an hour before their time together came to an end. That was why, as the minutes counted down to Connor's scheduled departure time, it was the mouse in his own form, with his own cock that Millie took beneath the sheets of her bed for the first time. They embraced. They cuddled. They kissed deeply. And they fucked. God, they fucked so hard, and so very passionately for every last minute of their remaining time. Cumming, pausing for just a second or two to beg their partner not to stop, then surging onward regardless of the only now creeping exhaustion beginning to set in with the day's new light.

They lay panting together, clinging to their bedfellow but too fatigued to go on no matter how badly they wished to fight for one last climax, as six AM finally arrived and a gentle beeping rang out from what seemed to be Connor's case itself. He sighed softly. He kissed Millie on the lips, and she kissed him back, wrapping her arms and legs around his smaller body and giggling playfully as he murmured in delight. They wanted to believe so badly that she could just steal him, just hold him there forever without consequence. But... no. They both knew what this was. And they both knew that as incredible as this night had been, it was incredible because it was impossible. Because it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Not just for Millie, but for them both.

There would be other nights. Other amazing, incredible nights for both of them, just as there had been before.

But Millie would never find another Connor. And Connor would never find another Millie.

He slipped out of her bed. He slipped into his clothes. He smiled as she crawled out from under the covers and lay there nude, her body glistening with sweat and the stains of their shared passion. Once more, dressed and with case in hand, he moved back to her. He kissed her on her lips, trailing his muzzle down to her neck, then her breasts, and then...

"O-ooh... Connor..."

He slipped his lips between the folds of her pussy, barely grazing her opening before sweeping up and up, just enough to tease and flick his tongue's very tip against her so intensely sensitive, over-worked clitoris.

He raised his head, cheeks flushed, and licked his lips.

"I hope I surprised you."

Millie giggled. In fact, she threw back her head and laughed, falling back flat against the bedding, clutching at herself and squealing with mirth as she recalled how disappointed she had been at the start of their night together. God, what a fool she'd been. She opened her muzzle to say as much, and to thank him one last time.

But of course, she already knew there was no point. Even before she raised her head, she knew he wouldn't be there. Even before she opened her eyes, she knew there would be no remaining trace of him having ever been present. No trace, except of course for his cum on her fur. His actions, his words, his taste, scent, and a thousand other sense memories in her mind.

"You did..."

Millie sighed happily, reaching down between her legs and idly touching herself despite how intensely tender she was, unable to keep herself from doing so as she thought of all they had done together. All he had done for her.

"...a-and, no matter how impossible it might be, I promise, I'll surprise you too. I'll surprise you, by seeing you again."

By Jeeves

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