A curvacious little mouse sits quietly in the low-light of the hall. She fidgets nervously, the plush leather armchair squeaking beneath her. Her large, silvery eyes flit about the little alcove, examining the dark cherry wood floor and the dark green wallpaper. Even in the dim light she can see the faint pattern of golden ivy climbing to the wood of the ceiling. She leans over, looking down the hall at the double doors she has been waiting patiently for to open. A finger adjusts her round frame glasses as she eyes the handles, praying they would turn soon and allow her entrance. Her ears twitch, trying to discern any noise from the room though only the faint sound of Mozart reaches them. As anxiety threatens to make her faint, a click echos through the hall and a door swings open. Over the din of the music a smooth, deep voice calls out, “Please come in.” Its commanding tone sends a chill down her spine, making her slate gray fur stand on end where her formal attire does not restrain it. She stands immediately, smoothing out her jaw-length, blue-black hair and dress skirt as she approaches.

The office she steps into is quite spacious, though lightly furnished with only with a bookshelf, a few lounging chairs, an antique globe and a massive oak desk. In the far corner to her right, she can see stairs leading up to a third floor blocked by a metal gate. Behind the neatly organized desk sits possibly the largest fox she has ever seen. He is built more like an equine than a vulpine, extremely tall and broad-chested. His jet back fur has a glossy sheen to it and is clean cut to give him a very distinguished look. His crisp, black long-sleeved shirt and crimson tie adds to this, though also makes her immediately think of an undertaker. She tries to ignore a thought labeling him as a modern day Anubis. His golden eyes do not leave the file in his hands, the blue folder telling Tanja it was her resume, “Please have a seat Miss Samenträger.” Her short legs carry her as fast as they can to one of the large chairs in front of him and she sits politely, “Schörn danke. Err... Thank you Sir.” The enormous fennec's ears twitch and he looks up with sharp grin, “Nichts zu danken.” The exchange makes her shiver. He straightens up, arcing his fingers as he looks over her voluptuous figure, “I am Vincent Aster, CEO of Medica Incorporated. While I do not oversee the interviews of all my employees, I do personally see to those of all my house staff and well... Please do not take offense to this, but seeing you in person has already increased your chances. I also have had time to review your resume and I can say I am quite impressed. You have a good history in both social and civil service. You've worked as a librarian, a court clerk and a courier with... 'Good organization and record keeping skills as well as a keen sense of punctuality.' That phrase was actually used by each reference verbatim.”

Tanja fidgets and blushes, “They are too kind. I do try my best though.” The fox grins again, “That is all I would expect of you here. You're very best and from what I have heard, it is more than adequate for what I would require of you. I noticed you also have a degree in veterinary sciences... Quite an interesting feat for someone applying for a simple service job.” She smiles, “Oh ja... I love vorking vith animals. I grew up on a farm in my youth and I alvays helped my papa vith the livestock. But I vant to open my own clinic, not vork in another's.” He strokes his chin thoughtfully, “Hmm... Understandable. You're earning points left and right my dear. Well then I must say there is really only one final item on the itinerary.” He reaches over to the phone on his desk and hits a button. A woman's voice comes of the speaker, “How may I be of service Sir?” “Fera, please come down and bring the tape.” “Yes Sir~” He clicks the button again and gestures to Tanja, “Please, Miss Samenträger, if you could stand up.” She blinks at the simple request and complies. She then folds her hands in front of her, squishing her considerable bust. It is now that her interviewer finally stands and paces around his desk to stand in front of her. The inside of Tanja's ears flush red as he straightens up to his full height. She had always been short, even for a mouse, but Vincent is definitely a giant. He is easily a full three feet taller than her, a fact that puts her in a very precarious position. The mouse tries her best not to ogle the rather plump crotch bulge staring her in the face while her potential employer scrutinizes her up close.

He leans down, looking her in the eyes with that suggestive smile of his, “You're rather petite... So to speak. Even Liam is closer to five foot. You must be... Four foot two, four?” Tanja squeaks softly as she speaks, “V-vith the ears ja. F-four even at meine kompf.” He nods and begins to circle her, taking slow, deliberate steps, “Hmm... Yes that sounds about right. Well, luckily for you, your job will not require you to reach anything up high. Quiet the opposite in fact.” A pleased growl rumbles in his throat as he leans over her shoulder, his muzzle full of sharp teeth suddenly very close to her face, “Actually, you're the perfect height. Compact even. Despite your deliciously curved figure, I imagine you are quite capable of fitting into... tight spaces.” She cannot restrain the shiver that shoots up her spine, making her fur stand on end, “I... Ja.” The metal gate slides open, drawing Vincent's attention enough to make him step away, “Ah... I was beginning to wonder if you had gotten lost.”

A tall, slender ferret with a sable coat saunters over to join them. Her short hair is held back by a lacy head band that matches her rumpled maid's outfit. Maybe it is just how long her legs are, but the skirt looks a little short on her. She pats herself down, straightening it all out, “Forgive me Sir, but the Mistress had me rummaging through the attic when you called.” She coughs and pats some dust out of her apron, “The old coats found me.” He nods then turns to Tanja who has been standing rather still this entire time, sharing a coy grin with the ferret while her back is still turned, “Fera... I think we have a new Servitor. Tanja.” The mouse jumps a little, turning rapidly and pushing her glasses back into place, “Y-yes Sir?” That pleased little smirk crosses his lips again, “This is Fera Madison, our resident seamstress. If you don't mind, she will be taking your measurements so that we can have some outfits made.” Tanja's eyes light up and a smile crosses her face, “For me? I-I got the job?” His face grows very professional suddenly, “Well, that is up to you now. There is only one question I have but first I want you to know exactly what will be expected of you.” Her head tilts slightly, her ears drooping, “Vell... I have been curious that we have not spoken on vat the job entails. I vas expecting I vould just help the rest of the staff.”

Fera giggles softly behind her while measuring Tanja's shoulders, clearing her throat quickly to stifle it. The fox gives her a stern look, quelling any remaining chuckles completely, “Yes. That will be part of your duties. However... As Servitor, your primary duty in this house will be to personally cater to any and all requests that my family, my honored guests and I may make of you. So long as they will not cause your person serious damage of course. I hold meetings, dinners and social parties on a regular basis. Your job will be to take care of my guests in whatever way they ask. My wife and children are priority when we are not entertaining and I expect you to treat them with the same respect you would me. On that note, we are a very likable lot so I ask that you not feel this means you must be overly professional around us. You are clearly a smart girl so I will leave it to you to determine when the situation requires it okay?” Tanja nods, feeling a little flustered from Fera's exuberant measuring of her bust and waist, “I vill keep this in mind Siiii-queak!” She jumps as the ferret's hand shoots up her inseam. And her skirt, “Oops... Sorry, not used to handling such... Small clients.” She smiles up at Tanja whose ears have flushed a deep red. The mouse frowns but looks up to her new employer as he speaks again, “I am sure you will my dear. As I'm sure you've guessed, there will be a dress code and it is mandatory. You, however, will have special conditions that apply. Anything you are given in the morning will be worn all day, nothing more or less. If you refuse or alter your uniform in anyway you will be punished accordingly. Understood?”

Tanja nods then watches Fera as she finishes jotting her measurements down on a notepad, “Ja. Es ist klar. Mm... I understand Sir. I accept your terms and vould still like to fill the position.” He looks to her, his gold eyes focused intently on hers, “Are you absolutely sure you are willing to submit yourself to any request we may make?” Tanja looks past him to Fera, who is casting her a rather sultry look, then up at the towering fox. He suddenly looks very much like the predator he is. His eyes reflect a hunger she had only seen hints of up to this point. The whole effect makes her very uneasy, “I... J-ja. I said I vould und you said that I did not need to do anything that may harm me. I can handle that.” The look that creeps across his face makes her begin to regret those words, “Very good. I think you'll be a perfect fit for the job.” He turns on his heels and settles behind the desk, leaning back in his chair with a toothy grin, “Then you can begin immediately Miss Samenträger. I do need to unwind a bit I suppose. Fera, make her a fitting dress and start work on a few outfits to match Liam's. You know Celeste loves pairs and now they'll be a perfect set.” Fera bows slightly and smiles at Tanja, “I'll make her something truly irresistible Sir~” She gives Tanja a wink before disappearing into the hallway. The mouse turns back to Vincent with a smile on her muzzle, “I hope that I can live up to your expectations~ Ist there any papervork I must sign?” His grin widens, almost painfully by Tanja's reckoning, “There are a few things that I will let you take with you...” He beckons her to his side as he organizes a stack of papers, setting them to one side for her. She rounds the desk just as he leans back again, stopping dead in her tracks.

Tanja stares wide-eyed as she finds several inches of glistening, red fox erection laid out in his lap, her mouth gaping in awe at the sight. As the strong fragrance of his musk hits her nose, she can feel her hands begin to tremble. He looks up to her, nonchalant, his hands sitting calmly on the armrests, “Come take care of this for me. When you're done, I'll have Cuffs escort you to your quarters to settle in. I'll also send a truck and some of the staff over to your apartment to help you move what you need.” Tanja continues to gawk, her eyes darting over the exposed crotch. She can feel a heat growing as she drinks it all in. Even only partially aroused he is a good foot in length already and the shaft has to be at least three and a half inches in diameter. The red turns to a mottled dark gray and black as it disappears into his smooth sheath. Beneath that rests a loose, soft sack wrapped around two tennis ball-sized testicles. Tanja realizes she is licking her lips as a sharp bark brings her back to Earth, “Tanja. Please take a knee and give me a hand with this will you? Or are you having second thoughts?” Her eyes dart between his own and the other two large orbs in her field of vision a few times. She rubs her thighs together as she feels her panties moisten, “Th-this... Vill be part of my duties?” The fox nods, quirking an eyebrow, “A fair share of it depending on the day, yes. Do not worry though. You will be provided free birth control to help with your heat cycles and I personally guarantee that every person you may have to... Serve will be in good health. I am a doctor after all.”

Tanja pauses for a moment, looking to the door where Fera had exited, “You are free to decline if you are uncomfortable with this requirement. And I will be happy to make you a good referral to a less... Active household.” Tanja turns back to him, taking in all of his endowment, now with a smile on her face. It seems that she will enjoy working here, “That vill not be necessary Sir.” She steps in front of him, taking a knee, “Vould you like to continue your vork now Sir? Kommen mit mir bitte.” She scoots back under the large desk, beckoning him forward, “I vill handle this... Distraction~” She licks her lips and sits, obediently waiting for him. He smirks as he rolls his chair up to its proper place and pulls a few files from his 'in' tray, “Thank you Tanja, I would like that very much. Feel free to take your time dear, there is no rush today.” Tanja adjusts her position, putting her arms up in his lap and her sizable bust between his spread legs for support. A dainty hand cradles the hefty length of fox meat, giving it a gentle squeeze. He is fully erect now and clear semen begins to dribble from his tip as she pulls it toward her. A tremor runs through her body as her glasses fog from a slow, hot breath she has apparently been holding. “Gott en Himmel...” She whispers softly to herself as her resolve melts in the face of one of her greatest fantasies. Larger males have always been an exotic twist in her knickers and now she has the chance to actually sate it. Regularly.

The mouse wets her lips as they part for his warm flesh pole, gently pursing around it when his tip touches her tongue. The warm muscle cups his head, slurping over the inches behind it. There is a soft moan from the man above her as he finds the back of her throat. Tanja gags a bit when the point prods her esophagus but she calms herself, closing her eyes and clenching down on her thumbs. After a bit of adjustment, she successfully guides him in until her nose feels the soft fur of his belly. She blinks her watering eyes as she looks up to find a rather surprised look on the fennec's face, his brow threatening to leap from his head if it were to raise any higher, “Good Gods... How on Earth did you fit all that down your tiny throat?” An awkward smile adds to the delirious look on her face as she forgoes answering her new boss's question, deciding it will be better just to show him that how did not matter as much as what she will do now. She gulps as best she can with the limb lodged in her throat, her mouth salivating heavily at the taste of his manhood. She notes the slight tang his fluids have opposed to the subtle taste of oats her only other indulgence had. It is a delight finding a new flavor and the thought of what other interesting varieties she might get to try working here makes her moan. The sound reverberates through Vincent's shaft and makes him shiver slightly. He clears his throat, “R-right. Carry on.” He fidgets a bit before returning to his paperwork though, judging by the way his legs and hips move, Tanja can tell she has him distracted.

Knowing that she is serving her partner well gives her a little boost, her confidence in her skill reflecting in her actions. She cradles what feel like grapefruit in her petite hands, pulling them up to her chin as she nuzzles his crotch. A foot or so of which is still stuffed down her throat. Her muscles relax after a moment and the mouse leans back quickly, slurping loudly before popping the head from her lips. While one hand continues to fondle the silky smooth sack, the other comes up to take hold of his bulging shaft. She tries her best to make a ring with her fingers around him but they just are not long enough to circumvent it completely. With a shrug she begins to work him regardless, pumping his length with slow, deliberate strokes. She gives his tip a brief but passionate kiss, a strand of semen trailing from it to her lips as she pulls away. Licking up the tasty string, she opens wide to bring him in again. Vincent moans softly as she suckles on his tip to pull more of his delicious fluids from it, her hand milking the shaft to help it along. After getting a good taste of his oddly citrus-flavored issue, she focuses on finishing the job. Her stroking pace increases significantly while she pulls more than just his glans in for her oral services. She rolls her tongue over his head on the backstroke, letting it lash around his shaft during the plunge in. Her hand works overtime on what her mouth does not, pumping him with a tight and silky grip. It is not long before she can feel the subtle bulge at his base begin to swell, nearly reaching the size of a small melon when done growing. She stares at the lump that is easily a good fraction of the size of her head, her mind straying into thoughts of what that might do to her insides. She moans loudly half from the arousing mental image, half from the sudden realization that her panties are now completely saturated by her juices despite not being touched even once. She bobs her head more feverishly as she lets her hands slip from the magnificent specimen to remove her soiled underwear.

Her lollipop suddenly swells, a fresh shot of ejaculate coating her tongue, another her throat. There is a low growl from above and the fox's deep voice assails her senses, “How did I miss that?” The fennec leans back in his chair to look at her, his nose twitching rapidly as he sniffs the air, “That's quite a fragrance you have there little mouse. I'm not sure how I could miss it with you just under my table.” Tanja lets him slip, resting her head and panting hotly in his lap to catch her breath. She laughs softly, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. His musk has become quite pungent and is making her head swim with lust, “Mmm...Meine höschen are treated to reduce the scent of a voman's heat. Your company makes them ja? Mice are fertile year-round and I am due for my wöchentlich brünstig so I am vearing them to help.” Vincent smiles, “Well I'm glad to see they work so well. Those were quite an expensive project. But...” He pushes a stray strand of hair from her face just before his twitching cock leans over to slather her cheek with semen. He raises it to the upright position again as his predatory smile returns, “I'm afraid the cat is out of the bag now. So why don't you come have a seat and we'll properly consummate your employment.” Her eyes look over to the throbbing cock, watching a dollop of clear liquid form there then roll down the side of his red rocket. She nibbles her lips and looks up to him, “I am... Unprotected.” The grin widens a he tugs behind his knot to bring it into view, “And I am unable to tie you now. In fact, I'm not even sure you could take me to the knot anyway. As such, I don't think I'll have a problem pulling out in time.” Tanja takes a good, long look at it all. She has not tried anything like this in years but her loins told her they were overdue for it, “Gut point Sir. Very vell then, I shall do my best ja?” Vincent reaches down and grabs her by the waist, lifting her with ease into his lap. She rolls her skirt up to the waistline then straddles his lap, her pale flesh dripping with anticipation.  
The fox takes hold of her plump backside, giving her cheeks a squeeze. Tanja squeaks, her jump making her bust jiggle despite her extra bra, “Ooh! Easy Sir... I'm a little rusty~” She feels a hot splash of moisture paint her love lips, the fox grinning ear to ear, “All the better.” His claws dig slightly into her soft rump as he spreads her open. He lowers her down while she helps guide him in, her tight hole already slick with her natural lubrication. Despite this, she has some trouble getting the rather thick head in. He gently bounces her on it, the point driving deeper with each motion until finally slipping into her clenched flesh. Her walls spasm as she bottoms out about halfway down, moaning as his tip hits her back wall, “Oh! Ooohh... Please be gentle Sir~” He humphs as he eyes her, “We'll have to fix that. You'll have to go deeper in this house.” She blushes, turning her face away to hide her embarrassment, “I.. I'm sorry. I vill vork on it” He grunts assent as he pushes her down. His head rubs her insides again and in a moment he sets a pace, working her steadily. A moan rises up at this, the mouse's eyes slowly rolling back as her tongue begins to loll about. The fox then leans over, putting his lips to her throat to milk her for more of her delightful noises.

Not five minutes into his rough but steady humping, Tanja feels a tingle that makes her body arch into his. Stars dance about her vision as a lightning bolt streaks up her spine to her brain, rushing back to her loins to make her walls clamp down like a vice. She lets out a pleasured scream, Vincent jumping slightly as her first orgasmic spasm nearly pushes her clean off his cock. His hands shift from lifting her to pressing her down, letting her convulsions push her back up. He drives her climax on with an increasing pace, his groans turning to pleased growls as her over stimulation fans his flames. Her mind-melting release pushes him to his own limits very quickly, her walls milking his shaft for its creamy treat. Tanja lets out a curt shriek as she is suddenly lifted from her perch and set back on the floor. She blinks rapidly, her head rolling about on her shoulders as she is finally allowed to come down from her climax. Her eyes focus to find Vincent's bright red tip not far from her face, aimed squarely between them. His hand jerks it feverishly as spurts of ejaculate splatter her suit coat and white button-up. Her then mind focuses enough for her to act, wanting to make a good first impression on her new Master. Her hands reach out and hook behind his knot, squeezing tightly and tugging on it. Vincent yelps, his hips bucking suddenly as a thick jet of seed rushes from his tip. The ropey shot splatters across her face in a wild arc, cutting over her muzzle and drizzling a lens of her glasses. Another wild gush catches her other lens, this time coating it in a thick layer of the goo.

In a matter of seconds, her face is dripping with thick strands of fox spunk and its provider is rubbing out the last of it onto her outstretched tongue. She waits until he is finished, savoring the distinct citrus flavor before dutifully swallowing. She pants heavily, looking up through cum-drenched glasses at the fennec, “Ooooh.... Hah... H-how... Vas that Sir?” He too pants noisily as his erection subsides into his sheath, “Quite... Impressive.” The chair rolls back and he beckons her out from under the desk. He collects a towel from a drawer for her to clean up a bit, “An outstanding performance Tanja. I think you will fit in quite nicely. Now... Here is all the paperwork I will need you to fill out. Cuffs is waiting outside to escort you down to your room. You'll be sharing it with Liam, given he is your male counterpart. But do not worry, the room is very spacious and there are privacy curtains if you need one. Why don't you have Cuffs clean your suit while you go freshen up in the baths? After that we can work on getting you settled in.” 

Vincent gives her a hand up and walks her to the door which opens before they even reach it. A horse nearly as tall as him but of a leaner build holds it ajar. His deep teal fur and mane throw her off a bit as does the long horn protruding from his forehead. But his most unsettling feature is his milky, blind eyes that seems to stare directly at her. She is surprised further by his gentle, effeminate even, voice “Ah Miss Samenträger, you got the job. Excellent. I am Cuffs, head of the household staff. Follow the guidelines the Master has laid out and you'll be just fine. If you'll come with me please. No worries Sir, I will take care of everything from here.” The fox nods and motions for her to follow the sharply dressed unicorn, “I know you will Cuffs. Let me know when you need the truck.” And with that he bows before heading down the hall, Tanja lightly mimicking the gesture as her head was still weary. She scours the enormous equine's body as she tails him, trying not to lick her lips. Despite the odd color, slight build and bizarre horn, she recognizes him for a Clydesdale. After all, she spent a few years of her life making love to one on a regular basis. He brays softly as she feels a fresh rush of excitement, a smile crossing her lips as he clears his throat. She is definitely going to enjoy working here.