Keywords: Adult Species: Human, Feline, Vulpine, Renamon The Job I am amazed at this one. At the moment this is just scene setting. I hope I can carry it on and get up to the part that gave me the idea of writing it in the first place. The Job By Wolphin The job ad was a simple one: "Help wanted. Live in position. All on-goings provided." There was an address as well. That was the door in front of which Tim was standing. There was no other way to describe it; the place was a mansion, set in ornate gardens. Imposing columns ringed a huge door. Tim felt a little nervous as he pressed the small brass button. Somewhere from within the depths of the house a bell sounded, deep and majestic, it fitted the house perfectly. He drew his finger back and waited. It did not take long, there was a mechanical sound, the handle twitched and the door swung open. The first thing he noticed was the sheer opulence of the room behind. Twin staircases curled up to a balcony above, marble floors, a huge chandelier that hung from the ceiling. The second thing he noticed was who opened the door. She was not human. Her body was covered in a thick, but luscious looking, layer of black fur. Two large snow white wings were neatly folded behind her back, accentuating her ebony features. Triangular ears poked through a contrasting shower of thick azure hair which matched the colour of her eyes perfectly. Her overall shape was feline, long tail twitching subconsciously behind her, but her exact details were hidden, a pair of surprisingly casual jeans covered her legs with a white t-shirt pulled over her top, the fabric pulled tight against the curve of her large breasts. "Yes?" she asked, a curious look on her face. "Umm..." stuttered Tim. "You were advertising for a position?" he managed to say after about three attempts, holding up the slightly scrunched copy of the ad with one hand. "Ahh yes," nodded the feline, looking him over with her piercing blue eyes. "Do you wish to apply?" "I do," agreed Tim. "Well, come in," offered the feline. "My name is Rayne, I am the Mistress of this manor. And you are?" "Tim," said Tim, offering a hand. She shook it, the grip of her paw warm and surprisingly strong. Tim had not expected a non-human. He had seen them about, everyone knew they existed, but he did not know they had houses. She was leading him across the marble floor to a room on the side. "Oh yes," she said abruptly, stepping to one side to usher him in. "Houses, staff, jobs." She flashed him a smile, her elongated teeth seeming to glow against her fur. "I have met humans before," she explained, taking a seat behind the large desk, her wings naturally unfolding to either side of the chair. "So, why should I take you on?" "I don't know," blurted Tim without thinking before he recovered. "Can you tell me more about the position?" An amused smile seemed to flash across Rayne's lips for a moment. "Well, it is a live in position," she began. "Full board and lodgings are provided. Consider it a sort of care taker position, hence you would be on call anytime you are on duty, but would not be restricted to your quarters. You would have free run of the grounds and access to most if not all rooms, assuming they are not occupied. Duties would include running errands, assisting with guests, there are cooking and cleaning staff, but you may be required to assist with them too. Essentially a pair of arms and legs for whatever is needed." "Core hours would be eight to eight," she continued. "Plus on call outside of those. Weekends are scheduled to be your own time, but you may be asked to assist if there is need of you. You are expected to remain within the grounds unless permission has been received for travel outside." Tim blinked at the long hours and began to say something. Rayne held up a paw. "I am not use to being interrupted," she said, a slight growl in the back of her throat. "All expenses will be covered during your time of employment with suitable pay entered into your nominated bank account on a fortnightly basis." "Suitable pay?" ventured Tim after he was sure she had stopped talking. She opened a file on the desk and leafed through a few papers, picking one out. It was a standard employment contract, his eyes travelled down to the award rate. It was not the standard award rate and the overtime penalties were huge not to mention the very generous on call and base rates. He gave a slightly nervous smile and swallow. "What's the catch?" he asked. "No catch," she replied, obviously use to that question before. "I have the money and would like to see my staff suitably compensated for their time and efforts." "However," she added with a slight pause, leaning forward and somehow managing to take on an ominous look, her piercing blue eyes staring at him unblinking. "I do expect the highest standards from my staff, I am not cruel or mean, but I do demand the best. If you are not going to provide that, I hope you are not wasting my time." "Umm, no," he stammered, taken back by her sudden change in demeanour. "If employed, you will have my full cooperation and devotion." She nodded slowly, looking him over as she sat back in her chair thoughtfully before reaching some conclusion. She took the sheet of paper from him and added a few more to it. "Three month probation on full pay," she said. "During that time no notice for termination is given. You have the contract, take some time, read through it, if you agree to it, sign at the indicated places and initial each page. If I do not see you before 9:30 AM on Monday I will assume you have chosen not to join us. If that is the case, I thank you now for applying, if that isn't the case, I will see you, contract signed at 9AM on Monday." She was already standing as she spoke, rather expertly guiding him towards the door and suddenly he had cleared the hall and was outside standing on the front steps before he had a chance to realise what had happened. He began flipping through the pages of the contract as he walked down the long drive. It was all quite standard, he flipped over most of it, he looked over the section that detailed pay. He was going to make a fortune... At 8:57 on Monday morning Tim was back at the house. He reached forward and pressed the bell, listening to the muffled ring from somewhere deep within the bowels of the house. The door swung open almost immediately and once again he was greeted by the panthress. "So you decided to join us Tim," she said, noticing the contract in his hand. "Please come on in." She gestured him inside. "I suppose a quick tour would be a suitable way to start," she announced, looking around the large entry hall as if planning something in her head. "May as well start with your room I suppose," she said. "Give you a chance to drop off your things." She started to lead him off to the side, pausing to look over the signed contract and slip it onto her desk. "This is my study," she began. "Through here we have the service wing. Kitchens, servants quarters, storage, things like that." She pointed out a few rooms, the kitchen was impressive, big enough to put most restaurant to shame and immaculately clean. Beside that was a combined dining and lounge room, obviously a break room of sorts for staff, some closed doors and then a long corridor. "You may have noticed a lack of staff," Rayne said as they looked down the corridor. "You'll actually be the only live in employee at the moment, so take your pick of the rooms along here, they're all quite similar. Most of the time the girls cook and look after themselves, but we get in staff if needed. That will be one of your jobs incidentally, keeping the larder stocked." Tim nodded and looked into one of the rooms. It was simple, but surprisingly comfortable looking, similar to a hotel room. A bed, private bathroom, window that overlooked the garden. It was better than he expected. "Look through them all later," Rayne announced as she turned and began to walk back the way they came. "Then pick one. Plenty of time to explore, the girls do not normally begin to stir until the late morning." They walked back through the kitchen and across to the other side of the entry hall. "This is where we hold most of our parties," said Rayne, pushing open a set of double doors and waltzing into a huge ballroom as if remembering a previous time. She recovered quite quickly and pushed through a different set of doors, exposing a sequence of rooms. "Ballroom, lounge, dining," she ticked each off as they looked in to each, returning eventually to the entry hall by a different passageway. "That's Laila's," she nodded to a discrete door under the stairs. "She has the entire basement to herself. I'll speak to you so she doesn't harass you if you go down there, there are some utilities down there, so you will need to at some point." She began to walk up the stairs. "Upstairs are off limits to guests," she said as the looked at the corridor that ran off to either side. "Left is bedrooms, right is... other, but I'll let you discover that on your own. Just remember, everything here is quite safe now that you are a member of staff." She seemed to grin mischievously for a moment before opening a door on the left. "My room," she said, stepping into the door. "Each of the girls has their own bedroom, but a number of them choose to sleep with me." The room was decorated to look like a harem tent. Silks hang from the walls, cushions and pillows were scattered all around. There was one of the biggest beds Tim had ever seen against the far wall. One lump was visible. At the sound of the door, the lump moved and one fox head looked up "Mistress," she purred happily. "Laila," nodded back Rayne, leading Tim through the cushions. "This is Tim, our new caretaker. He will have full access to the house and the grounds. I don't want you getting up to anything if you see him in the basement." The vixen named Laila nodded and wormed forward on the bed, the silk sheets sliding from her fur and Tim could not help but notice she was completely naked. He tried not to stare, he knew on some level it was wrong, but the sight of the soft auburn fur, her full breasts and the lighter patch of pale fur that seemed to highlight her sex. "Aww..." replied Laila, rubbing her muzzle against Rayne's outstretched paw. "Even if he wants something." The vixen looked over the human and licked her lips teasingly. He was sure she knew the effect she was having on him, it was obvious to him his jeans were bulging, he just hoped it was not so obvious on the outside. "If he comes to you, then it is between you and him," she said. "But he is a member of staff, I expect him fit and able for work at a moment's notice." Laila nodded, giving Tim a wink. "Of course Mistress," she purred seductively. Rayne shook her head and gave a sigh of mock exasperation. "I can tell she will try to pin you down now," she said as she closed the door behind them. "But at least you should be able to walk still." "She called you Mistress?" checked Tim. "Of course," nodded Rayne. "I am Mistress of this house. You, as a member of staff should be calling me Mistress or Lady. I am allowing you some leniency as this is your first day, but as you have now been instructed, I do not expect you to forget." "Of course," he nodded, noticing the look on her face and he swallowed nervously. "Of course Lady Rayne?" "Much better," she nodded and gave him a condescending pat on his head. He was not sure why, but it actually felt kind of nice. Just then a door further down the corridor opened and a gold coloured fox stepped out. Completely oblivious to the pair of them, she walked naked down the hallway. She paused in front of the panthress and bowed her head. "Good morning Mistress," she said. "Good morning Kinset," replied Rayne, giving her the same pat on her head followed by a stroke over one of her ears. "This is Tim, our new caretaker." The gold coloured vixen turned her head, her sparkling blue eyes looked vaguely distant as she nodded her head to him. "A pleasure to meet you Tim," she said, giving a small nod of her head back. "Err... yes..." swallowed Tim nervously, acutely aware of the nearness and nakedness of the vixen. She seemed to know this an did nothing to try and hide the curve of her breasts. "Kinset," grinned Rayne. "Would you help Tim acquaint himself, explain some of the rules. I suspect it may take him a few days." "Of course Mistress," agreed Kinset with another nod of her head. "I was just about to get breakfast. We will go now." Before Tim had a chance to react, his hand was enveloped in a warm vixen paw and he was being lead down the stairs. She let go of his hand as she entered the large kitchen, heading straight for the refrigerator and pulling out some large pieces of fruit before leading him through to the smaller room on the other side. "So human eh?" she said, sitting not at the table, but on the table cross legged and facing him. "Umm... err... yes." He stammered, her position not leaving anything to the imagination. "I take it you have not seen many of us furries up close then," she grinned, seeming to know the effect he was having on her. "I can't say I have... no..." he managed to stammer again, not quite sure where to look. She giggled and finished the slice of mango, licking her paws clean. "Come over here," she said, beckoning him closer before pointing to a chair, watching as he sat. "If you're going to be around the house, you better get use to seeing lots of nakedness." He swallowed nervously, his eyes naturally gravitating to her slightly spread sex between her crossed legs. "Now," she began reaching out to stroke his head. "You have a clear view of my sex. That's all it is." She reached down and used two fingers to spread her lips. "Here you can see my labia, these soft ones on the outside are my labia majora and here inside are the minora. Just up here is my clitoris. Now, if I spread my lips like this, you can see the opening to my vagina. I suspect from the look on your face, that's where you want to sink your penis right now." Her paw stroked over her fur, pointing out parts as she spoke. Tim could not help himself, his eyes frozen to the lesson before he managed to process her words. He felt himself suddenly turning bright red. She gave him a ruffle on his head as she noticed that. "Don't worry, that's what is suppose to happen," she grinned. "Besides, I can smell your arousal. Us Renamons have superior senses to most others and defiantly all humans." "Renamon?" blinked Tim, painfully aware of the swelling and damp spot in his trousers. "Please don't tell me you thought I was a gold coloured vixen?" said Kinset with a slightly exasperated sigh. "The markings, ruff, back spikes and colouring didn't give it away?" Once again she pointed out the marks under her eyes, ran her fingers through the generous chest ruff and reached around to stroke one of the fluffy spines that emerged from her shoulder blades before indicating to her white chest fur and rich golden arms and legs. Tim gave a tentative nod of his head and Kinset rolled her eyes. "They always think I'm a vixen," she said in mock annoyance. "Sometimes I wish, vixens have so much more energy. Me? After a few good orgasms, I need to stop. Laila up there, she just keeps going and going and going. If she ever gets you downstairs, you'll be sore for a week." Tim blinked at that, not use to having such a frank conversation. "Rayne mentioned the basement," he said slowly. "What is down there." "Mistress Rayne," correct Kinset. "And its Laila's private dungeon. She has a hobby of collecting... lets say devices for extracting sexual pleasure. Although some of them are rather terrifying. She also enjoys showing and demonstrating them to anyone. Always popular at parties." Tim blinked in surprise. "She has a bondage fetish," shrugged Kinset, moving onto a slice of pineapple. "Not quite my thing. I prefer things more gentle and seductive. What about you then Tim, what fetishes do you have?" Tim shrugged nervously. "Dunno?" he mumbled. Kinset giggled. "That isn't an acceptable answer around here," she chuckled. "I am guessing you are not that experienced with sex and dealing with it. You'll need to come to terms with that if you are going to stay here. Get undressed." "What?" blinked Tim, his head pulling back in surprise. "You. Undressed. Now," she said, leaning forwards, her eyes fixing him. It was not a request; it was a command. Even as he stood, hands fumbling with his belt he found himself wondering why he was doing it. His pants fell to the floor and he pulled his shirt over his head, fumbling out of his shoes. The damp spot on his underpants visible, but it was only a second until they joined the pants on the floor, his shaft raised up before him, the tip glistening with his pre. Kinset's eyes travelled down, it was a different look to what he gave her, his was clouded in lust, hers was cold and calculating. "Right," she said, patting the table top. "You up here, now we can talk." He blinked again but settled onto the table, her legs folded, mirroring Kinset's position. "With you hidden away in your clothes, you're doing too much squirming to speak honestly," she said. "This way there is nothing to hide behind. I suspect that is one of the reasons why Mistress likes us naked." He must have look startled. "Oh, don't worry," she giggled. "For you, being naked will be optional, since you need to go outdoors, but inside if you want to be, no one will mind. Certain rooms though to enter you will need to be naked, but you'll learn about them in time. Now, what were we talking about... oh yes, kinks. What do you like?" "Ummm, I don't know?" he offered. Kinset shook her head. "Not an acceptable answer. What sorts of things do you like. When you're laying in bed, you've got a throbbing hard on, what do you fantasise about." "I...umm..." "Dildos, bondage, benwa balls, toys, straps, paddles, restraints, cuffs, collars, whips, crops, top, chains, enslavement, kneeling, serving, dominating, spanking, controlling," there was a pause. "Hi sister, come on in," sighed Kinset as the voice carried around the doorway. The vixen from upstairs walked in around the door grinning, not blinking an eyelid at the sight of the naked pair on the table, then again, she was completely naked as well "Hi Tim," giggled Laila, wiggling some fingers, as she walked over. "Are you breakfast." Without warning she reached down and ran a fingertip over his glands, wiping the pre that was oozing from his tip and licking her fingers. Tim gave a moan and a small flood of pre dripped onto the table. Kinset rolled her eyes. "If you keep that up, he will be," she said. "I assume you have met my sister Laila?" "Sisters?" said a startled Tim, his shaft twitching on his own. "Pet sisters, not biological," explained Laila. "He looks really eager sister... can I take him, can I?" "No," growled Kinset. "We were trying to have a civilised discussion about kinks and fetishes. Tim claims not to know any and I was wondering what he has, but doesn't know." "Oooh," teased Laila. "Just look at him, I bet the idea of two hot vixens getting it on in front of him would make him blow." Kinset lightly batted away the paw that was reaching for her crotch. "I think anything would make him blow," she replied before looking back at him. "The odd thing about kinks, you may not know you have them. Take me, I like latex, control, submission as well as more gentle things like massage and orgasm denial." Her eyes sparkled. "One reason why I'm curious to see how you react," she giggled. "How close can I tease you to the edge without pushing you over." "While I..." butted in Laila. "Would be more than happy to pin you down on the table now, feel you sink into my eager wet folds as I ground my hips against you, clenching eagerly at your shaft, my tail beating between your legs as I impale myself on you, milking you until your swollen balls can't take it any longer..." Tim's eyes had been pulled to the naked Laila as she spoke, her paw curling around a breast, lightly teasing a nipple, then stroking down, her fingers slipping into her sex and she pushed her paw against her mount, her voice growing husky. Tim could not help himself, his shaft suddenly twitched, a spray of seed shooting out, splattering over the Renamon as he gave a moan. Laila looked up, grinning and reaching to wipe one of the large drops from the table. "Good boy," she smiled, licking her paw clean. Tim's eyes opened wider as he sucked in gulps of air, cheeks turning scarlet as he realised what he had done, then his ears joining them as he looked at the mattered fur on the Renamon. Kinset shook her head slowly not in anger, more in exasperation. "That, Tim," she announced. "Is going to cost you. Now clean it up." Tim looked around for something to wipe it up with and Laila shook her head. "Tongue," she said. "The only way to get cum out of fur," She helpfully pushed his head down towards Kinset's crotch. Tim resisted for a moment, but the vixen was surprisingly strong. His cheeks almost glowing as he brushed over the soft fur of her thigh. It was not what he expected at all, warm and exceptionally soft. His nose brushed over something damp and he licked at it, realising it was his own seed. He had never tasted himself before, the texture was vaguely glutinous, thick and with a salty hit, but soft after taste. He pondered for a few moments, realising he did not mind it and used his tongue to groom in the natural direction of the fur. Occasionally he would open his mouth, sucking at a clump of fur, then grooming it between his tongue. Kinset's paws guiding his head over her thighs, she was making a soft purring sort of sound. "Mmm...not bad," she was saying. "I think there is another spot here... and here..." She pulled his head across, her thigh, guiding his lips towards her sex. Tim was not really aware of the change until he abruptly came aware of the shortening fur, his tongue suddenly finding warm flesh in place of fur. He froze for a moment, then lapped tentatively. Above him, Kinset stroked across the back of his head then gave a tutting sound. "You have never given cunnilingus have you?" she said in a slightly amused, but exasperated tone. Tim shook his head, rubbing his cheek against her thigh. Kinset sighed and looked at Laila. "Sister, can you kneel up here please?" she asked. There was a noise and Tim felt his head being turned, finding himself looking across Kinset's thigh directly into Laila's spread and glistening sex. "Now," instructed Kinset from above him somewhere. "You are going direct for my clitoris, here." A golden hand came into view, spreading Laila's lips and rubbing at the nub just visible between her folds. "Admirable," continued Kinset. "But not right. Think about it, when you masturbate, to you just rub the tip of your shaft? No. You stroke over all of it, around it. Anywhere that feels good." Tim gave a slight nod, resting his head on her thigh. "There is no difference here. Sure, go for the clit, it feels really nice, but its not the only way. Sister, can you show Tim how you like to be touched?" "Certainly," chimed Laila and an orange paw slipped down into view. "I like to start slowly, stroking around my thighs, running my claws over my mound, notice the way I push down or pull up towards my sex. It helps to make things feel focused." A second paw joined the first, both moving slowly, stroking at the soft fur. The golden paw disappeared and Tim felt it stroking his head again. Slowly the two paws began to focus in, brushes becoming rubs as one paw positioned itself at the apex of her sex, fingers spreading her labia, the other paw stroking back and forth at the exposed lips. "By now," continued Laila. "I am feeling pretty good. My natural juices have started to flow, so it doesn't hurt to slide a finger in. I like teasing my inner lips, they grip and play with my finger and when I do it right I can put pressure on my clit, notice how I'm not stimulating it directly, just pressure. I know I'm doing it right when my sex starts to move on its own, just like that." Tim watched, the vixen's sex tightening, a little dribble of fluid dripping onto the table. "By now I'm really aroused," she said, moaning a little. "See how my inner lips have swelled, they are so nice and sensitive, I love to tease them like this..." She moaned, arching as her fingers tugged. "Now I begin to feel a growing urge to cum..." she panted. "But I can stay like this for hours. But for the purposes of the demonstration. Notice how my finger is never staying still, always find somewhere different, never hitting the same place twice. A good indication that its all working together is my clit begins to throb, my other hand can pull back my hood, allowing me to brush against it. But now I'm usually too worked up and can't last... too... loooooong..." She moaned, arching herself up as her sex rippled around her fingers. There was literally a slurping sound and globules of milky white fluid dripped down from her fingers. "And that's how you make a vixen cum," giggled Kinset, reaching out to run a paw over Laila's fingers, picking up some drops of fluid and offering them to Tim. Tim's mouth opened automatically, licking the offered digits clean. The taste was warm and sweet, complimenting the after taste of his seed perfectly. "Now your turn," purred Kinset, turning Tim's head back towards her sex. Tim was not as hesitant this time, his tongue reaching down to lap over each side of her warm labia gently. He pressed in, resting his head against her mound, reaching up with a hand to stroke over her thigh. She gave a soft purr of encouragement, leaning herself back, pressing her lips against his. Gently he pressed his tongue in, parting her labia to find the warmer folds within. She moaned, flexing again then gasping as he slid his tongue in deeper still. He could taste her now, different from Laila, rich, but somehow feminine, her scent was being pulled deep into him with each breath and by now her lips were beginning to tug at his tongue. He let them guide him, squirming and pressing his nose against her clit, rubbing it around in time with her thrusts. "Mmm.... yes...." panted Kinset above him. "That's it..." Tim was encouraged and he slid a hand between her legs, stroking a finger between her sex and anus. She seemed to love this, bucking and moaning and he pressed in, tongue trying to cover everywhere of her sex at once. Kinset gave an abrupt gasp, her body trembling before Tim felt a thick gooey liquid wash into his mouth. He gave a happy purr of his own, lapping over her folds, his actions fading from desperate to tender, feeling the grip on his head, relaxed. "Mmm... oh yes..." rumbled Kinset eventually, allowing Tim to sit up. He pulled himself upright slowly. Laila had moved and was now pressed up behind Kinset, paws still lightly massaging her breasts, the vixen nibbling and kissing at the other's neck. "That was a good first time," panted Kinset, recovering. "Next time you won't have the help of sister, and maybe no hands either." "Awww," teased Laila, pulling herself back. "Does that mean next time I won't get to watch." "Maybe," grinned Kinset. "Mmmhmmm..." came a cough by the door. Tim turned around and with horror saw Rayne watching from the doorway. "I am so sorry," he stammered. "Kinset was showing me and then... well..." She shook her head dismissively. "You I can understand," she said, pointing a finger at Tim. "But you two," the finger moved to the two vulpines who both looked at the floor. "I would have thought you let the new help at least settle in. Tim has things to do. He won't be able to do them if you two keep seducing him and using him for your own pleasures." "Sorry Mistress," they both mumbled in unison. Rayne continued to stare at them for a while longer. "Laila," she instructed. "I am sure you have business to attend to. Kinset, you were explaining the rules. Continue, but no more fooling until he is settled and familiar with the manor and his duties. Tim, my apologies my girls have not treated you in the professional manner, but the little I saw you seem to enjoy the attention, however, in the future, please refrain from such activities until after your chores have been done. "Yes Mistress," nodded both Laila and Kinset with Tim chiming in a few moments later. Rayne nodded and headed from the room, her wings sweeping behind her and both the girls let out the breath they had been hiding. "So I'm not fired?" asked Tim hesitantly. "No," replied Kinset, pulling herself from the table. "Why should you be?" "I just licked you out on the kitchen table!" he exclaimed. Laila chuckled and picked up Tim's clothes offering them back and Kinset began to wipe down the tabletop. "That's nothing compared to what I'm going to do with you after your chores are done," smirked Laila, giving Tim's still naked rear a pat as she left the room. Kinset finished her cleaning and looked at the table. "She means that too," grinned the Renamon. "Mistress does not mind us mixing with the staff as long as they get their jobs done. I should have got you settled, it is my fault." Tim blinked in surprise as he was led from the room and towards the staff quarters. Kinset stopped when they reached his bag, still sitting on the floor. "Of course, you didn't stay stop, so I'm not all to blame," she teased, leaning to give him a lick on his nose. "Now, have a look, find yourself a room and get yourself cleaned up. Then meet me back in the entry in an hour and I'll show you around. Don't be late or I'll use it against you." She more blatantly gave his sac a gentle squeeze, then abruptly turned and left, her tail flicking from side to side, making her rump seem to sway seductively. Tim shook his head and picked up his bag, his clothes still under his arm. Here he was, he had only been in the job for barely an hour and he was naked and apparently surrounded by nymphomaniacs and he still had little idea what he would be doing. This was one of those jobs your guidance councillor failed to mention. He walked up the hallway, looking at the rooms before choosing the one at the end. He put his bag on the bed and entered the shower. He could tell this was going to be a very unusual job.