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A little warning for those who liked my last story for its contents. This one is just an excuse to advance the story. Trust me, it is worth it.

Also, I suggest you do not read this if you are under 18, but you shouldn't even be here in that case.

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I've decided to write this with the quill of boredom and the ink of melancholy. Do not criticize me for it, or even because one had the same idea before me, as Mr. Cubas was my inspiration.

I guess you'd like me to describe myself. I am a bunny, thin and with average height, short silky white fur, with black ears, nose, tail and paws, like a siamese cat. I, around the time that happened, had been dying pink a heart-shaped patch of fur under my belly button. I was slightly shy and usually kept to myself, not talking unless it was necessary.

Everything started as I, looking for a job, tried to put a small ad in a newspapers classifieds page. I faintly remember it as "Male bunny maid looking for a job, reserves himself the right to deny any employers." To a guy that wanted to save up for college, it'd be easy money, I thought. Quite a mistake.

Anyway, without much delay a letter arrived. A certain husky that signed the letter as Hugo Vizmy wanted an interview with me in the next day. He lived alone in a big house in a suburb, a famous house. I'll tell you the story of that house later, since he filled me in the details I didn't knew.

I was really, really happy for that night, glad I had gotten a job so quickly and thanks to the fact that I was working for someone that looked rich, I could expect a nice payment. I hugged the pillow for a moment, rolling on my bed and giggling. I grabbed one of those porn magazines I had and browsed through it, stopping on a story that involved a husky. I had no sexual interest in him, but I won't deny I wanted a pretty employer, even if just to have a pretty face to serve.

I stood on all fours on my bed, the magazine under my face, my right paw caressing my thighs and rump. I squeaked softly, the strange feeling of a forbidden pleasure running through my body as I let myself act girlishly. I had finally assumed my feminine side in the last year, and I was still a virgin... I tried to force myself to like girls for 16 years, but in the end what I really wanted was a throbbing member thrusting into me, strong arms holding me against a masculine body, and feeling a torrent of seed filling me with a last thrust, my body melting in his arms.

When I returned from those thoughts, my paw was already stroking my own member, the pink tip of it appearing as my black pawfur moved up and down, my thoughts focusing again on being filled by another male, the husky from that story, small waves of pleasure moving through my member in rhythm with my paw. I raised the speed more and more, whimpering with pleasure. I glanced at a picture in the magazine, the husky fucking a female fox, knotted with her. I tried to imagine myself in her place but that wasn't enough... I needed something more physical.

I quickly opened a drawer and pulled out some lube and a canine dildo, applying lube and harshly thrusting it into my tender hole, making myself meep and squirm. I rested my girly weight in my legs and head, a paw holding the toy by the knot and thrusting it, my other paw stroking myself. Blissful moans, not unlike those of a girl, escaped my lips as I felt the silicon member inside me, my body burning with my young, lapine lust (Oh, you know how bunnies are horny). I thrusted it more and more, trembling my legs, waves of pleasure cruising my flesh, until I hurriedly rolled around onto my back and finally came, splashing my bellyfur with strings of my white seed, a half-sigh-half-moan escaping my lips.

I relaxed my head on the pillow, slowly catching my breath as a finger cleaned my bellyfur, bringing me seed to my lips, where I'd hungrily lick it. After a nice cleaning, I yawned and stretched a bit, lazy and happily smiling. Reaching my hand to a bedside table, I grabbed a pack of Marlboro Goldens and a lighter, taking a deep drag after lighting one. I let the smoke out through my nose, watching the white smoke from my nostrils mixing with the blue smoke from the cig. I took another drag before getting up to find an ashtray. I finished smoking the cig and yawned, deciding to take an early night. I'd hate to be late, teehee.

Next morning, I headed there via two buses and a lot of walking, the warm sun just after noon making me feel like my skin burned. I arrived there and ringed the doorbell, waiting. After a mildly long wait, my soon-to-be-sir opened the door, visibly off the bed only long enough to look presentable. He smiled and said "Well, hello. Who would you be?", to which I answered "I'm here thanks to your letter, sir...", slightly afraid of being here too early, even though I was right on time. He asked me to excuse his appearance and invited me inside.

I entered the house and looked around as he led me to a living room, the outside far more awful than the inside. Even though nothing was perfectly clean as I liked, it was still very decent. The house had an old, colonial style to it, nicely decorated, paintings and the occasional family blazon hanging from the wall. It was a curious design, round with three black spirals around a red standing griff, a golden key under it. Definetely strange to anyone with some knowledge of european blazons, as few were round and even fewer had keys. We talked, agreeing on all the aspects abut the job in little time. I was going to live there and he'd actually prefer me to use a french maid outfit. I was a bit skeptical and afraid, as apparently he wanted me for other things. A few days of normal work seemed to ease my doubts, as it seemed to be as I thought, just working for a cute guy. It was a job I really loved and needed.

One night, after an usual night of work, he asked me if I didn't wanted to rest and chat with him. I said I had work to do, but he said that I didn't had to do everything as soon as possible. Not wanting to disobey his orders, I sitted down, crossing my legs and relaxing in a black leather armchair, not the beautiful kind, but the one that would squeak when you sitted down and it sunk comfortably around you.

We chatted for a moment, mostly about our lives before my job. After that moment, he asked me to get a bottle of wine for us to drink. I never had really drinked, but blergh, I figured I could pretend to, at least. I poured a bit more than half a glass for me and him and sitted down again, taking a sip as he yawned and asked me if he could smoke. Being an occasional smoker, I would never deny him the slow, pleasurable suicide. He lighted a Djarum Black (Oooooh, I think these are so stylish, completely black and clove-flavoured...!) and took a long drag, watching the blue smoke spiraling up. He asked me if I smoked, to which I agreed a bit far too anxiously. Being without smoking for a week had made me pretty nervous, you know... I picked the cig he offered me, lighted it and took what maybe was the deepest drag of my life. As the smoke slowly left my nostrils, I felt the pleasant dizzyness hitting me. I sighed happily and took a sip from the wine before he started to talk.

"So, do you like working here?"

"Oh, I love it! Your home is enchanting and every corner hides a surprise. You seem to be an appreciator of the fine arts."

"Glad you like it, and remember it's your home as well."

"I just live here, sir, I don't think it'd be..."

He cut my reply in half, a slight hint of unpleasantness in his voice.

"I want you to feel like this is your home, if possible."

Faced with such a request, I stood in silence, drinking a bit more of the wine and releasing the cig into an ashtray as I thought about a suitable answer. It was the best wine I had drunk, a strong hint of honey in its flavour. I looked at the label of the bottle, buying me more time as I thought.

"Casillero del Diablo, 2004..."

"I take it you like the wine, yes?"

"Yes, sire. The best I've drinked."

"Really? Well, next time I'll show you a better wine, this one isn't great by any means."

"Thank you, sir, but it's unneeded..."

"Tsk, you are pretty much family to me."

"Thank you again, sir, but I've barely worked here for a week..."

"Well, considering my lack of living relatives, you are by a long shot the closest thing to family I have."

"Oh... My condolen..."

"Please, I'd rather you don't mention it."

I nodded and watched the smoke coming out of my nostrils and rising slowly.

I kept watching as he drunk half his goblet and filled it again, his eyes watery. He took another swig, drinking nearly all the goblet again and shook his head.

"I'm... Sorry."

"You don't have to be, sir..."

"No. I mentioned it and you asked out of curiosity, without knowledge. It's my fault."

"Sir..."

"I'm okay. Again, I'm sorry."

I noticed that out of shock, I had drinked nearly all of my wine. As I lifted my eyes, he spoke softly, already in a mildly happy tone, smiling at me, the only difference from him ten minutes ago being his watery eyes:

"Feel free to drink more, if you liked the wine."

Not wanting to look unpolite, I half-filled it as he asked me:

"Tell me, you never went into details about why you wanted to work here. Is there a reason?"

"No, sire..." I took a small sip as he lighted another cig. "I merely like doing this job."

"I... Think you didn't understood. Why work here, in a forsaken suburb?"

"Oh... You were the first and only to reply, actually."

He chuckled.

"I take there isn't much of an interest for male maids."

"No, sir. Besides the sexual one, there isn't..." I noticed what I had said and shivered, wondering about his reaction as I finished the phrase. "There isn't much. People seem to think men don't make good maids."

He laughed at the answer, visibly tipsy.

"If there's any worry about that, I ask you to forget. All I wanted was the company of a male and someone to clean. You fulfill both roles, and may I repeat myself, your cooking is divine."

"Thank you, sir..." I blushed slightly, having heard the same compliment nearly 10 times in a single week. He reached to fill my goblet another time. I'll admit, I'm not used to drinking. After this wine, I was already pretty happy.

"Well, my maid... May I ask something pretty personal?"

"Yes, sire. I... I just like to tell you I might not answer."

"No problem at all with me. So, if you don't mind... I take you like males, yes?"

I blushed deeply and looked to a side, then nodded.

"Heh, thanks for telling me. I noticed it from the way you looked at me."

What...? I had never looked to him in a lustful way. I looked at his eyes, puzzled.

"Oh... I never told you, I study many unusual psychological aspects and bodily expression. Knowing the thoughts of people is usually as easy as reading a note, for me."

"I... I see."

"For example, you are wondering if what I asked to you applies to me, and I'll tell you that yes, I do."

I giggled and lowered my head for a moment, then looked at his face yet again. He was grinning.

"Dearie... I'd just like to tell you that you have made my life pretty happy in these last days. You wouldn't believe me how this house can be lonely."

"Oh, sire... You're welcome."

I shook my head slowly, trying to get the dizzyness away from my mind. When I lifted my head again, he was walking in my direction, his blue eyes looking into mine.

"Would you... Help me with my lonelyness?"

"S-sir! I... Don't..."

He slid a paw under my muzzle and caressed its underside, smiling sweetly.

"Please do..."

He quickly moved his face close to mine and kissed my lips, his eyes closed. Ohhhhhh, I remember how it felt like an eternity to me, my surprised expression quickly being substituted by a mix of passion and lust. Did I mentioned I was a virgin at that time? Well, I was.

My tongue kept rubbing with his, my arms wrapping around him and pulling myself up, holding myself close, my paws gripping his clothing as I tilted my head, deepening the kiss, my tongue sliding into his long muzzle, desperately seeking his, tasting his saliva, his right arm tightly pressing my chest against his, his eyes looking into mine with tenderness.

I really don't remember much more from what happened that night. A few flashes are still present, however.

We laying on the bed, our naked bodies pressed together, his warmth making me shiver...

Me biting my lower lip as he entered me, the pleasure so overtaking that I managed to cut my lip...

Him licking my wound and kissing me again, his body over mine, his knot stretching my insides, his warm seed filling me...

My paws in handcuffs locked to the corner of the bed as he mercilessly thrusted again and again into me, making me beg for more...

Us both panting together, resting, our burning bodies tight against each other, his knot holding us together...

Me cleaning his member, lapping the seed that remained there, the rest of his seed dripping from my tailhole, such an awesome feeling...

I'm completely sure he had taken me twice that night, and I think a third time happened as well. The result of that? Well, I was in complete love with him, and it appeared that he felt the same.

Well, let me rest now. I think I'll write more tomorrow, but this is all for tonight.