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This story was written for FerretFyre as part of my Patreon request days for September 2019. It contains magically imbued lewdness involving multiple consenting adults, and features incestuous, hyper-sexed goings on. :3

Attention for Andrew - Part One

Tucked away in one of the back storage rooms of the Accountancy department was a large wooden crate. Andrew had noticed it several times in the past as he'd been rooting around for stapler refills, but had never thought about opening it because... well, simply because it wasn't his job to worry about stuff like that. He was a file clerk. It was his job to organise and manage the company's vast reams of paperwork, nothing more, nothing less. Thus, large wooden crates were not his remit.

There came a day though, perhaps a year or more after Andrew had first noticed the crate, when finally he found himself looking inside it. Not because curiosity had gotten the best of the bespectacled, rather gangly otter, he was far too dispassionate about anything related to his job to find interest in anything within any part of the office building where he spent far too much of his life. But, he'd looked through basically every other cupboard on his floor for new staples, and to avoid the humiliation of having to go to Purchasing and ask them to make a special rush order just for him the otter wished to exhaust every possibility.

Thus, he dragged the heavy wooden lid off the crate, and coughed slightly as he disturbed the dust long since settled inside it. Peering in through the dim light of the storage closet's one slightly flickering bulb, Andrew's eyes widened as he regarded what lay within. Not some old printer or copy machine, not a piece of furniture that had been delivered then never placed in some office; nothing that made even the slightest bit of sense as to why it was here in the Accountancy department of one of the country's premier breakfast cereal companies. It was a stone tablet. A piece of black marble with inlaid words carved into its surface, though they were so clogged with dust that they were impossible to read. For a while, Andrew just stared at it. Then, inevitably, he found his hand reaching out. His fingers trembling as they touched the black marble and he swore a jolt of energy ran through him, making his eyes bulge and his flaccid cock twitch inside his slacks. The otter brushed at the surface of the marble, wiping away a little of the grime and rubbing at its surface, and...

"A-aaaahh!"

Andrew let slip a helpless squeal as still soft or not, pleasure lurched violently through his cock and cum began to dribble from his tip. He stumbled and clung to the edge of the crate as he was overwhelmed by an impossibly intense and totally out of nowhere orgasm, painting the insides of his cheap white briefs with ribbon after ribbon of cum far more voluminous and potent than any masturbatory release he had enjoyed in years, even as his cock was just beginning to harden all the while. The otter was so overwhelmed, so ashamed by his spontaneous and trouser-ruining release that he barely noticed the black column of smoke rising up from the now cleaned, dust-free section of the tablet where his fingers had made contact with it. For almost a minute he half stood half knelt there, quaking and huffing and whining and cumming without pause as he felt the rich ribbons of his cum painting his legs, dribbling down his thighs and beyond as he felt his smart black trousers clinging to his legs as the seed soaked through the fabric, no doubt visible to anyone who might have witnessed him. He might have kept on cumming longer. He might have kept on cumming forever , but suddenly, abruptly, he stopped as he heard the sound of fingers snapping sharply in front of him.

He sank to the ground in a whimpering heap, and only after another ten seconds or so trying to catch his breath did the otter finally look up, and set eyes on the figure both responsible for his orgasm itself, and bringing it to an end.

A pure black vixen, wreathed in smoke, hovered in the air over the tablet. She was sitting despite being held aloft in mid-air, with her knees drawn up to her chest but her legs spread wide apart, the effect of which being that from his position below her Andrew could see her flushed and glistening pussy, its flesh as pure obsidian black as her fur, so much so that he didn't know how he was able to differentiate between any part of her body. He groaned. She giggled, and peered down at him with a warm, joyous smile.

"You freed me. You... you set me free."

Andrew's eyes had been bulging basically this entire time, but still as she addressed him in a soft, sinuous voice he still found a way for them to widen some more.

"I... freed you? Like..."

He blinked and paused for a moment, realising the ridiculousness of what he was about to say. The fact remained though that he was looking at a woman floating in the air above a mystical black tablet; a tablet which had made him cum impossibly long and hard just by touching it. Thus, he supposed that even the ridiculous was perhaps not so ridiculous after all right now.

"...like a genie?"

The vixen giggled once again, and while still floating in the air shifted position so that it was as though she was lying on her belly, head propped in her hands as she rested her elbows on absolutely nothing. She regarded him curiously, playfully, and nodded with a devilishly teasing smile on her face.

"Something like that, I suppose. And... if I were a genie, if I had the power to make your wishes come true, my friend... my Master, then what would you ask of me?"

She grinned a toothy grin, her pearly white teeth and the whites of her eyes the only parts of her that weren't absolutely black. Andrew swallowed thickly, and blushed as he looked around like he was certain she must have been talking to someone else.

"Me?"

He whimpered.

"Wishes? L-like... anything?"

The vixen laughed.

"Oh yes, my Master. Anything. I'm not some Disney tale. Not some story for children. You ask for true love, I shall bend reality until the one... or ones you desire are head over heels for you. You desire someone who is long dead, I will restore them. You ask for your enemies to be slain..."

She extended a finger, its tip turning briefly to pure smoke, then re-forming as a glimmering ebony knife which she mimed drawing across her throat.

The otter shuddered. He whimpered and shook his head.

"Oh. I... I don't have enemies. I mean, not like that. Just some people who are... y'know, assholes. And, I've never... I mean, I've been in love, but never with someone who... y'know, died. But..."

He looked downcast for a moment, before taking a deep breath and raising his eyes again, glimmering with determination.

"But, you say you can... you can make it so people love me? Like, love me the way I want them to love me?"

The vixen's teeth and eyes twinkled once again.

"Oh, yes, Master..."

She moaned seductively, the otter's cock twitching in his sodden underwear at the tone of her voice. Andrew nodded, swallowed once more, and took a breath before saying what he had to say.

"So, you could make it so my... my family, they pay attention to me? Respect me? Love me in a way that means just... being interested, wanting to be a part of my life? Not acting like I'm as dull and plain as... as I am?"

For a moment, sadness crossed the floating vixen's face. She looked down at the meek, skinny otter looking up at her so earnestly, so desperate to see if she could do what he had asked, and growled tenderly.

"I can do that. That, and so much more. Not just your family, but the whole world if you will it so."

She licked her lips, her tongue extending much further than a normal tongue should have been able to, and flicking around her muzzle in a way that made Andrew blush and his cock throb yet again, though in that moment he wasn't entirely sure why. Instead he simply whimpered, and nodded. He clenched his fists by his sides as he thought of all the times his family had forgotten about him, overlooked him, ignored him. The times he'd heard his sisters complaining to their mother throughout childhood that he was just so quiet and boring, and how she'd told them that she knew, she understood. The things they'd missed. The moments of his life they had passed by like they'd never happened just because he couldn't muster the external vibrancy that they all found so easy to express.

He looked back up at the floating vixen, at what he now hoped and even believed was a genie. His genie. He took a moment, just a moment to pray to any gods or devils or anything whatsoever that was listening to not let this just be a dream, and then...

"I... I wish my family would pay attention to me. That they'd give me all the love and care and support I can handle, in every way you can imagine."

The vixen's eyes sparkled. The smoke billowing around her smoking form and connecting her to the black marble tablet within this little storage closet rippled and surged with flashes of internal lightning, and a moment later she swept down to where the otter was kneeling, wrapping her hands around his face and pressing her long, slippery tongue into his muzzle in a deep, passionate kiss to seal their deal.

The world around them rippled. Reality twisted and bent with the two of them at its very centre, and just as Andrew could feel the vixen's hands sliding down his face, past his neck, over his chest and lower still towards his still straining, throbbing cock...

*********

"Andrew?"

The otter's eyes sprang open, and he jerked slightly in his chair, almost standing up from his desk instinctively, but glad he didn't when he felt the throbbing hard-on inside his crisp black slacks. He turned his head towards the source of the voice, and looked over to the opening of his cubicle where his boss' head was peeking in.

"Oh, Miss Bristlebrush, I... I wasn't asleep, I mean..."

The wolf raised an eyebrow, but smiled warmly as she shook her head.

"What? No, that's not what I'm here about. Besides, I heard you typing just a few seconds before I came in."

Andrew looked back at his screen, and sure enough the autosave time stamp registered as less than a minute since the last edits he'd made to the spreadsheet. He continued to fight back his sorrow at all he had imagined in what must have either been the most brief micro-dream ever or a simple daydream being just that, nothing more, and regarded his boss once again with as warm yet weary a smile as he could muster.

"Right. Sorry, just... nervous I guess. What did you want to see me about?"

The wolf giggled, waved a hand to let the otter know it wasn't an issue, then gestured behind herself down the long row of cubicles towards the foyer of the Accountancy department's floor.

"You have some visitors. They said it's important. But, there's only fifteen minutes left on your shift, so if you want to clock out early that's fine by me. You're always well ahead of your quotas, anyway."

The otter's head span. His boss was always nice, but nice insofar as she wasn't really invested enough in anything to be angry or upset if someone missed a deadline or failed to his an assigned target. She was resigned to her fate just as almost all the employees here were. But... offering him the chance to leave early, and doing so with a compliment, that was new. Besides that, visitors?! Who would be visiting him?

Slowly, both to ensure that his work for the day was saved to the network as well as his own PC's internal storage but also to give his cock a chance to settle before he had to stand up, Andrew shut down his computer and ensured that all his papers were filed under the desk. He smiled in gratitude at his boss once again, and as she stepped back from the entrance to the cubicle in order to let him out, he grabbed his rucksack with the remains of his lunch, his water bottle and his Switch in it for playing on the train-ride home, and padded out to learn the identity of his visitors.

His eyes widened.

There, standing at the end of the row of cubicles casually chatting to one another, were his mother and his oldest sister.

He hadn't spoken to his mother in two months. Well, he'd messaged her on social media and her phone several times just to check in, but beyond a read receipt and the occasional one word reply he'd never heard back. As for his sister, the eldest of his five siblings and six years his senior, her facebook posts and his likes on them were their only form of communication. Both the otters were dressed in light dresses perhaps a little too summery for the cool September days that had begun to creep in and perhaps a little too short for his forty nine year old mother to wear without showing off a little more cleavage than he or any of her children might have been comfortable with. Nevertheless, he couldn't deny that they both looked great. Not that he was checking them out or anything, but, they both looked super healthy, absolutely beautiful with long, flowing hair and those dresses showing off every curve they each possessed in the most flattering light.

Andrew approached them curiously, red faced as he considered his earlier fantasy and the wish it had contained. This was one hell of a coincidence, but that was what it had to be. Because, if it had been anything more than that... he dared not even get his hopes up for such an eventuality.

His eyes widened as they saw him, and ran at him like a pair of schoolgirls.

They squealed as they flung themselves at him. Hugged him. Kissed him on both cheeks at once.

"We were talking today..."

His mother began immediately, not giving him a chance to even say hello himself as they clutched at him and bounced around him giddily, calling out loud enough that he was certain the whole office would be able to see and hear. Still, he couldn't bring himself to be embarrassed as they cuddled him. It had been years since he'd been hugged by his family, and regardless of the reason, it almost brought tears to his eyes to feel it.

"...and we realised we haven't seen nearly enough of you!"

His mother kissed him again as she fell silent, then again, and again, even pecking him affectionately on the lips once, making Andrew's face flush crimson as he chuckled and began to murmur that he'd missed them. Before he could though, his sister beat him to it.

"We missed you, Andy. We missed you so much. Please, tell us you have time to hang out. Tell us you have time for us to catch up, a-and..."

Her voice trailed off into a gleeful giggle as without further hesitation or any time spent waiting for a response both his sister Madeline and his mother, Beatrice, began to drag him across the lobby of the Accountancy department and towards its elevators.

"It's been way too long, Andrew. We have no idea how we let ourselves spend so much time without even saying hello."

His mother murmured under her breath, tenderly, her voice almost husky with emotion of some kind that the male otter couldn't put his finger on in that moment as she addressed him. He blushed as he felt her hands on his ass as she pushed him along, but told himself not to react. After all, a little accidental touching of slightly more intimate reaches of his body didn't mean anything. She was his mother, after all.

"We'll make it up to you though."

His sister added, one hand on his chest, caressing directly over his heart and sliding her fingers between the buttons of his shirt to touch the soft fur beneath as she dragged him along towards the elevator.

They were almost inside, almost out of sight of the rest of the office and alone together in the little metal box, when out of the corner of his eye Andrew saw something that made his head spin.

Sitting at the reception desk, spinning playfully on a swivel-chair as she turned around and around and around, was a pure black vixen in the most short, slutty version of a skirt-suit that the otter could ever have imagined. She stopped spinning as he and his family walked past though, and met Andrew's stunned gaze with a toothy grin, and a very long, slippery-tongued licking of her lips.

A moment later though, the otter, his mother and sister were in the elevator together. The doors slid shut. The three otters fell briefly silent as a strange tension filled the air, a tension unlike any of the awkward, uninterested silences that Andrew had ever heard from his family before.

Then, with a strangled whimper, his mother spoke once more.

"O-oh... dammit, I can't wait."

She fell to her knees, but before Andrew could cry out in worry or confusion, his sister giggled, grabbed him back the back of the neck, and jammed her tongue down his throat just as he felt his mother starting to paw hungrily at the front of his slacks.

"Mmhh... Andy, we missed you so much."

Maddy gurgled around the otter's tongue as he helplessly found himself making out with his sister, kissing her back even as his mind reeled with confusion and desperate, unexpected arousal at this incestuous contact. He felt her free hand grab at one of his, and guide his paw under her dress, to where her panties should have been... if she'd been wearing any.

"My pussy missed you so much."

He heard his sister grunt as she pressed his paw between her legs, and quite instinctively he found two of his fingers sliding up into her hot, soaking wet depths.

"And, mom... every time I eat her out, she screams for you. Begs for your cock. Oh, Andy... we missed you so much."

His sister continued to moan and gasp as the male otter felt his mother unfasten his belt, pull his trousers open, and bury her face in his crotch. She nuzzled at his sheath. She licked his balls. She moaned as his cock began to helplessly stiffen, and hungrily, greedily she swallowed it up and began to slurp and suckle even as he continued to harden.

"Tell us you'll come home with us, Andy."

The otter heard his sister begging as she removed her hand from his, but he kept on fingering her dripping wet pussy without any assistance.

"Tell us... ohh god, brother... tell us you'll come home and fuck us. Eat us. Be with us, even though we've been awful. Even though we've stayed away far, far too long."

His sister kept kissing him as she whimpered, as she begged, and as their mother kept on sucking Andrew's increasingly rock hard cock. He trembled. He whimpered. He shook in absolute confusion, but helpless, joyous excitement at the same time.

This wasn't what Andrew had asked for.

It wasn't what he had wanted.

It wasn't anything he had ever imagined or fantasised about even in his most desperate, lonely masturbatory moments.

And yet, as Andrew felt his mother gurgling around his erection and his sister quaking as her pussy spasmed and dripped around his questing fingers, he felt no hesitation about this. No shame or disgust or anger at his family, or at himself for sharing in this impossible, incestuous reunion.

If this was the result of the genie's wish, then he would have to find her again, and thank her from the bottom of his heart.

But, first... he had to go home with his family.

With his loving, caring, devoted family... and fuck them until he couldn't possibly fuck them any more.

By Jeeves

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