I'd been skeptical when I received the message from one of the senior partners at work. Why would one of those fancy lawyer types want to meet a bottom of the run IT monkey like me? And at their fancy apartment of all places. Did they think I could install their cable for them?

I sighed, knocking on the black door to the penthouse suite. Fancy address or not I prepared my best not-a-cable-guy expression. Whoever the rich old guy behind the door might be I wasn't about to stoop to making house calls.

"Just a moment." A deep, woman's voice said from the intercom next to the door. I hadn't expected that, but I was still ready to tell her to fix her own damn Wi-Fi.

Then she opened the door and my brain did what everyone in my profession is always telling people to do.

It turned off.

Then on

A tall Foxkin woman stood in the doorway. Not just any woman, but probably the single most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life. Her fur was pale white, a stark contrast to my own deep red fur, except for the thin streaks of grey that ran through the ruff below her neck. It stood out against the black dress she wore that hugged every inch of her full figure. For a moment I lost myself in midnight curves and snow white fur.

"Sorry, what was that?" I asked when I realized she'd been saying something to me while I stared. I felt my cheeks burn and my ears flattened in response to the hot embarrassment. Traitorous bastards. "I said come in,' she smiled and stepped aside, showing me not just a gorgeous view of her voluptuous profile but also the most damned expensive hallway I've ever seen. As I stepped past her, I caught the faintest smell of her strawberry perfume and a whispered "Maybe work on your poker face."

When this was over my ears and I were going to have a serious talk.

The inside of her apartment was nicer than anywhere I'd ever seen, let alone lived. Wide windows looked out over a million dollar view of the city's skyscrapers lit by all the drama of a setting sun. The carpet was plush, white and made me feel like I was too dirty to even stand on it. Even the chic, grey lounge suite looked like it cost more than what I earned year. A steel and glass coffee table sat in the center of the room, an embossed leather folder was the only thing on it

Was I in the right place? This gorgeous woman had to be the person who asked for me. I didn't see any signs that anyone else lived here so it to be her.

But why?

"Please, take a seat." The woman asked. I spun around, my tail brushing against the lounge suite and making em cringe at the thought of getting my fur on it.

She was smiling, a brilliant smile that lit her face with teeth as white as her fur and a crinkle in her eyes that betrayed the smallest of grey fur at their edges. I was shocked to see her smile was actually warm and friendly. I couldn't think of any time that anyone above me at work had smiled at me like that.

Although, I did spend most of my time with my head buried in a screen or a tangle of wires when I was at work.

"No thank you," I said, waving off the pair of etched whiskey glasses and bottle she was holding. "I'm not sure I should be drinking at.... Work?" "You don't know why you're here?" She asked, her head cocking tot he side as she studied me with her ice blue eyes. It took a lot of mental effort for me not to get lost in them. "No, I just got an email from...Jessica?" I think that was the name on the email, someone's PA probably, "It told me to show up here and meet one of the senior partners. I have to say; I wasn't expecting someone like you." "Someone like me? Whatever do you mean?" She batted her eyes, a picture of innocence." "I wasn't uh," I fumbled for my words, wringing my hands like I could pull the right words out of them, "I wasn't expecting someone so, so..." I trailed off, any attempt at being smooth dead at the feet of my embarrassment. "You're not exactly selling me on the job you're here for." She gave me a lopsided grin and motioned again for me to sit. This time I obeyed. She sat next to me on her lounge, not across form me or on the other side of the long lounge. Next to me.

While she poured herself a glass of whiskey while my head swam with the smell of her perfume. The warmth of her body and the light touch I felt of her long brown hair that fell on my shoulder was too much. Wasn't this a little close for a superior to sit? Was I going to have to explain this to HR? "Yes, a job. Jessica didn't really explain much did she? I shouldn't be surprised, she never approved this idea. Too worried what she'll do while I'm away with the baby."

Wait, Baby?

"You're pregnant?" I blurted out. "Not yet." She smiled and locked me in her gaze.

Oh dear.

"Open the folder, it will explain everything." She said, sipping at her glass and leaning back against the lounge. I couldn't help but stare at the soft white and grey fur of her legs as she stretched out and waited for me.

I reached out and pick up the folder with my shaking hands. The leather was softer than I thought, it had the name of the law firm we both worked for embossed on the front in fancy gold lettering. Even this thing felt more expensive than it should be. That and heavier.

I swallowed, trying to ignore the fact that the woman next to me now had her hand on my thigh. I opened the contract like it was a box with a pissed off snake inside. Instead of that though I found something I absolutely did not expect. I blinked, read the title of the document again. I blinked again.

"S-sorry, this says 'Contract of Breeding service'?" I stuttered, "I don't see what this has to do with an IT guy like me." She gave me another one of those innocent-as-apple-pie smiles and leaned in to me, her snout grazing my ears. Her breath was hot against them, the smell of her and the whiskey so close was intoxicating. "Do you not know how breeding works? I'd be happy to show you." Every single fur from my toes to the tips of my ears stood on end. She wanted to breed with me? By all the gods of the sea and sky was this a dream? Was I a teenager again and about to wake up with sticky underwear and disappointment? There was no way that this was real; that this woman, this beautiful, totally my type older woman wanted to do that with me. Sticky underwear here I come. That and the contract mentioned "remuneration for services rendered." A lot of remuneration.

"I- I know how it works. I just, why me? Do you even know who I am?" I stopped and realized that I hadn't even asked her name yet, "I don't know who you are."

"Of course I know you." She purred and twisted toward me, a juvenile part of me jumped as she leaned in and pressed her breasts against my arm. Her hand came up and her fingers traced lazy circles on my chest. "Jarome Dusk, Graduated first in your high school, honors student at college. a small community one maybe but still impressive. No family history of any major health problems. Your co-workers all say you do good workers, although you can do to learn a little obedience." Her voice was a low purr, her fingers steadily going further down my torso. "How do you know all of this?" "Our law firm doesn't hire just anyone you know. As for me," See leaned back form a moment, her hands off me, leaving behind a warm tingling on skin that after a heartbeat I realized was a desire for her to put those hands right back on me. "Leliana Windsong, a pleasure to meet you." She winked and shook my hand, all business for a moment. "It's nice to meet you too?" This was certainly an odd way to meet the father of your future child. "Is that really all it took for you to pick me of all people? Good grades and a family that never got sick? Isn't that a little... impersonal?" " Well, there is one other thing." She half smiled, showing me teeth as white as her fur. I swallowed like a noose had just dropped around my neck; this was the part where she said I thought I'd taste good with butter and herbs after she was done using me. "I like red fur." Her expression was so intense that for a moment I felt more like her dinner than a person. " Don't worry about becoming a father, I need to be bred, not married. Sign that and all the custody rights go to me. You're just a donor. I could do this the more traditional clinical way but I think I'd prefer more physical approach."

The sound of her voice in my ears, the scent of her in my nose and the warmth of her steadily descending fingers struck me like a hammer blow. I'm not sure if it knocked the breath out of me or if I forgot how to breath. I'm pretty sure that the white fur on my cheeks must have gone pink for a moment as I blushed harder than a nun in a strip club.

"So, what do you says?" She kissed the base of my ear, her lips as soft as silk. Her hand finally went all the way down, palm rubbing my crotch, "If you don't have to worry about becoming a daddy are you ready to make me a Mommy"

You could have mopped me off the floor after that.

One simple word was apparently all it took to brush any last reservations I had. Did she know about my Mommy thing? Was her creepily accurate background check that accurate?

Between her smile, her curves and the way my cock had stiffened under her hand I realized it didn't matter.

"Okay, I'm in."

Fifteen minutes and one signed contract I was stepping out of the most luxurious shower I'd ever seen. It's black tiled walls were larger than my dammed bedroom. It even had one of those fancy built in full-surround dryer that meant I didn't have to get water all over the bathroom as I tried to dry off my fur.

I wrapped a decadently soft white towel around my waist and placed my hand on the door knob out of the en suite to Leliana's bedroom. I realized how much my hand was shaking. I knew this weird shake, a mix of nervousness and excitement that hit me whenever I knew I was about to get laid. My ex-girlfriend, the only one I'd ever had had found it weird. Too much like a virgin schoolboy she'd say.

I tried my best to calm down; long gentle breaths that caught the faint remnant of Leliana's perfume. That didn't help. All I could do was hope Leliana wouldn't feel the same way as the old girlfriend.

I pushed any thought of other women aside with the door. The bedroom was huge and more expensive than anything I'd ever seen. The floor, walls and furniture were a mix of greys and blacks broken only by the crimson duvet on the massive bedroom in it's center. Night had fallen while I was in the shower and the wide open window showed the glittering lights of the city beyond. The only light beside from a pair of dim, cleverly hidden lights to either side of the bed.

"Much better." Leliana purred from my left. I turned, seeing Leliana emerge from a walk in wardrobe. Her body took my breath away. She was wearing a short, black silk robe that ended just below her hip. It was pulled tight across her waist but it looked like it could barely hold back her breasts. I lost myself for a moment staring into the grey fur of her cleavage, suddenly wanting so badly to shove my face into it and...

"I see you're ready." She said playfully and walked over to the bed, sitting down, legs crossed demurely as she nodded at my waist.

I was, of course, already rock hard by this point. My towel already resembled a family sized tent. I could faintly feel pain staring in my eagerly swelling knot already. Fucking hell, if this did turn out to be a dream my balls were going to be bluer than the ocean. I found myself pulled to Leliana and the bed like a magnet. I stopped just short of her, only bare inches between our bodies. I looked down and saw her looking up at me with heavily lidded blue eyes and a teasing smile.

"Let's see what I'm dealing with then. It was the one thing I couldn't find out. No question about cock length in the company's hiring process." She reached up and, with agonizing slowness, peeled the towel off of me. "Oh wow, even better than I'd hoped." She purred, "Oh yes, this'll do nicely. Now, just one thing I want to try..." Oh no, was this the part where I realized I'd sign up for something even weirder than I thought? I was just about to step back and say something when she spoke. "Now, be a good boy for Mommy." She whispered, her breath dancing across my delicate skin. My cock twitched of it's own accord then and I groaned just hearing her say that felt good. If she kept this up she'd be bred in no time. "Ah, so I did feel something earlier when I said that. Do you have a bit of a fetish?" She asked. "Absolutely." I said, no point beating around the bush. I love the mommy thing and the hottest MILF I'd ever seen was about to fuck me. Why bother hiding it when this was basically a dream come true? She laughed and for a moment I thought I'd ruined it. No guy ever quite wants a woman to laugh while their cock is in her face. "Well, I'll make sure to keep this up. Now, let's begin, shall we?" Before she or I could say anything else I was in her mouth.

I groaned, my hands moving by their own, one reaching out to the back of her head and the other slipping into the robe. My fingers dug into the soft fur of her breast and she purred. That felt incredible. Her mouth already felt amazing. Warm, wet, I could feel her tongue sliding up and down my shaft as she moved her head. I Looked down to see her staring up at me, a wicked smile in her bright eyes. I tangled fingers through her hair, moving her snout further down me until even my knot was in her mouth.

I groaned as she pulled away her lips and the faintest touch of her teeth sliding across me. My head span for a second as she tongued the head of my cock and one of her hands reached up to cradle my balls. She tipped her head up, my cock pushed up by the tip of her snout and for a moment I was given the beautiful sight of it against her face. I made sure to try and soak in every detail of that moment. Forget ever looking at porn again, just that image would be enough for me.

"Is this as good as you had hoped?" She asked with a smile and a kiss at the base of my knot. "Even better," I groaned, "More?" "Quite insatiable aren't you? Not too much though, Mommy can't have you cumming yet. Maybe next time." She winked before running her tongue across my swollen knot. That and the thought that there might be a next time pulsed through me like a flame. I felt my legs start to shake, a knot of pleasure building in my cock like pressure. Any more of this and there would have to be a next time if she wanted any breeding.

She must have noticed because she pulled her tongue away and in one swift motioned put her snout around me again. I doubled over, my hand held her head their trapped by the hair wound between my fingers. My other hand found her nipple and I squeezed I beneath my fingers.

I could feel the head of my cock of my cock in the back of her throat, all warm, wet and incredible. She purred, the vibration in her throat better than any toy. The shaking grew more intense, the pressure growing and growing. A kettle ready to scream if she didn't...

Sher wrenched herself back, gasping for air. For a brief, beautiful moment my cock and her beautiful snout were linked by strand of faintly saliva and pre-cum that glistened in the dim light. I fell forward, my whole body shaking as waves of pleasure and a tinge of disappointment ran through me. I fell to the bed, taking her with me so I was laying next to her, hands still locked where they were.

"Would you mind letting go of my hair?" She asked breathlessly.

"Right, sorry." I murmured and let go of her head, arm wrapping around her shoulders instead.

"Sorry- what?" She said, voice as harsh a school mistress.

Gods help me how was this real? "Sorry Mommy." I said, just saying it sent a shiver down my spine.

"Much better, now, what did I say about cumming early? Are you that close already? What about me?" She sat up and pulled away from me, my hands falling away from her breast with more than a touch of disappointment. She sighed and her pulled the ties of he robe, letting the thin black garment open and full away, finally revealing every inch of her grey and white fur. The patch of fur that spread out and down from her ruff and toward her navel was soft grey, only just indistinguishable from the snow white of the rest of her. There were smaller, thinner patches on the inside of her thighs.

I found myself staring at them as she gently motioned for me to roll onto my back. They went down her legs until halfway down her shins they were became a deep, dark grey of full rain cloud that covered her feet. After that I stopped seeing her feet as she straddled me on her knees.

"Mommy's turn now." She said and moved her hips, grinding her pubic mound and vagina against my knot. She moaned, head back, long brown hair cascading down her shoulders. I reached up and brushed it away from her breasts so I could watch them move with every teasing sway of her hips. I was moaning too, the feeling of her warm, wet sex sliding against me was too good.

But it wasn't enough, I knew what I wanted. What I my body needed by then. I moved a a hand down, palm up, fingers sliding into her. After a moment of brief, awkward fumbling I found her clit and rubbed it hard with my fingers.

She purred and moaned, her body convulsing as I gently reduced the pressure of my hand. I had a finger to each side, squeezing a little as I pulled it in gentle circles. Her hands played with her nipples, squeezing her beasts. Her moaning grew to a pitch. If this hadn't been a super fancy apartment I'd be worried about annoying the neighbors.

"Stop." She gasped, "Give it to Mommy. Breed me already!" "Oh gods, yes." I moaned and as she lifted her hips I pushed my cock up with one hand and slid into her.

If I'd been worried about the neighbors before then the noise she made as she took all of me inside her. A deep, guttural purr that I could have sworn shook the bed ran through her and me. A moment later and I felt my swollen knot plunge into her. Locking us together in lust.

"Now... are you... ready to cum for Mommy?" She asked her head dropping down, her hair a curtain that covered us both so that all I could see was her panting face and the piercing blue of her eyes. Gods but this was too good.

Her hips dance don top of me, grinding, gyrating, moving in ways I'd never experienced before. Every inch of my cock sung inside her, pleasure building and building inside me. She wanted cum? Se was about to get more of it than I'd ever thought possible.

Nothing I'd ever experienced had been like this. That old girlfriend had wanted me to take control, to be the one moving. It was fine but compared to this it was like a candle to a bonfire.

She leaned in, her nipples brushing against my bare chest, ass pounding down onto me. Milking my cock with a quick, precise pounding of her hips. Her lips found my ears, tongue sliding across delicate folds on skin. Purring moans filled my mind, tearing away at the last shreds of control.

The pleasant pressure in my cock built and built as she moved faster and faster. Our bodies shook together to the same mad beat. Limbs quivering, hearts racing, both of us gasping for air, filled with the noises the other was making and our scents.

It reached a final, feverish pitch and...

She shot up,, nails dragging painfully across my chest as she pushed her chest out and extended like a stretchering cat. Head back, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. A heartbeat later and the scream was a deep, guttural growl as her body was wracked by violent shudders once, twice, a final time and she collapsed into my arms.

A moment later I followed, the pressure tin my loins finally spilling over, My hips bucked on their own accord, pushing as deep into her as I could. I came with a groan of my own, I could feel hot loads of cum coursing through my cock to fill her up. The pressure in my knot faded into a pleasant, empty numbness.

I Held her to me, hands wrapped around her shaking torso and rode out the final shakes of my orgasm. That had been incredible, sex like nothing I'd ever experienced before. It almost made me sad that that would be the first and only time. How many kids did she want, exactly?

"That was amazing. I might have to keep you around." She purred, snuggling her head into my shoulder. "Keep me around? Wasn't this enough?" I asked. "It was, but it's always best to be thorough, we'll need to have a few more meetings like this. Just to be sure." She propped herself up on on arm, her long, beautiful body stretched out beside me. "Is that going to be a problem?" "No at all."