Reader x Mandy (anthro herm raccoon)
You ring the doorbell. And then again. It was about 11 PM, that is to say, you are exhausted, lonely, and really ready for work to be over. In your hand is a carrier bag carrying a big fat pizza and a box of cinnamon sticks. The logo of your place, “Sluts For Pizza” decorated the front of the container. This was likely going to be your last stop, then you go back to the restaurant, clock out, and get home.
The door opens. A sheepish hand reaches out from the opening. It is a black paw of fur, and it is offering you about forty dollars in the lamest way you can imagine. You aren’t even really sure if it wants change or how it is going to fit the pizza through the slot it has opened. You reach for the bills, and the hand lets go. You take the money and stare at it, easily holding double the order’s total. The doorway opens, creaking bit by bit until the angle is enough for the creature inside to get her pizza, and for you to get a better look.
A tall raccoon girl stares at you for but a glimpse. Your eyes go to all the vital regions. She has black hair with a red streak, thick black glasses, and a mask of black fur. Her tits are huge and destroying the Metroid shirt she’s wearing. Her pajama shorts are hugging her hips so hard you can’t believe it, and her tail looks so bushy and soft. “Thank you, pizza please!” She says, rushing the process as hard as she can be.
Hands wrapped around the pizza, you aren’t ready for how badly she seems to want the pizza, and you stumble forward into her apartment. The lights are all off, save for the glow from the bedroom, a computer monitor on bright as day. You can hear moaning from a glowing pair of professional headphones. Your eyes dart back to this stranger who now is able to retrieve her pizza. It is a this moment you can notice the huge bulge in the front of her shorts.
“Um, did I give you enough money and everything-?” She notices the logo on her boxes and double checks her receipt. “Oh my god. The stream ordered from Sluts?!” She looked back up at you. If you worked anywhere else, that phrase would feel like a transference of offense, but you don’t take any from it likely. “It says here that umm… A-a rimjob was on the order… Wow that’s cheap…” She looks as you. You take offense, likely. “Well, I guess the stream wanted it. I’d hate to turn down what a donor wanted…” She leads you back to the stream room. You weren’t paid enough for this, but you finally get a chance to glance down at her ass. Round, bouncy, firm in a weird way, like someone who did a lot of squats. Someone who worked to make her body gorgeous. It’s likely this form of hers is made with transformation, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Her ass is perfection.
Inside of her room is what can only be described as a den of corruption and lewdness. There is a webcam set up, but it doesn’t look like it is on. Two computer screens shine light across the room. Her PC is streaming hentai on one screen, a game on another, and more chat windows than you’re pretty sure is healthy. She brings you to a couch against a wall facing the computer desk. There are couches to the right of you, forming a sort of stubby L shape, and a TV facing that couch. She sits you down, setting the pizza and cinnamon sticks down on the coffee table. She blushes when she looks at you, her face only illuminated by the bright colors of the screen, and these bright multi-color LEDs that line her walls. It’s like a dim arcade in there. You get a faint need to cuddle with her, wrap a blanket around her, and spend a while in her bright world. But you are also really tired and just want to get out of this uniform. So you decide to hurry things up with the raccoon lady.
You reach to tug down her shorts, but she backs off. “H-hey, I’m still not sure if I wanna…” She says, but you figure sure. One less ass to pleasure. Though it was a good ass, and that tail looks really cuddly. She leans forward and opens the pizza box, her black nose tickled by the rising pizza smoke, which is a scientific term. She smiles down at it, grabbing a slice and munching it. She sounds really pleased with the flavor of her slice, a little cheese dribbling from the long strand. Yes, your place of business does that on purpose. You get a bit cold and decide to grab her tail. She lets you, eyes locking with yours, her facial expression hidden behind the huge slice of pizza in her short muzzle.
The striped tail is really warm and soft to the touch. You run her hand up it, feeling how nice it was against you. You could fall asleep cuddling this tail, which was tempting after your nine hour work day. Mandy looks at you still. Her slice is set aside, her face blushing. “I um…” She looks away for. “I paid for it, and I know it’d be a headache to take the lewd parts off the order…” She looks back at you, a thick blush across her muzzle. “Do you wanna d-do it…?”
You nod your head. She’s pretty cute, you wanna do it quite a bit actually.
This surprises her. “If you say know, I’ll just say you did and give you a good review on the receipt. Are you sure you really want to? I know that you must’ve been working all day, and I really don’t want to be a bother,” You still nod. She’s pretty cute, and with this moment you can really see how big her breasts are. Even in that too big shirt she has a little cleavage, her nipples poking out against the fabric.
“Okay…” Mandy nodded. She looked like she was in deep thought. You had clients like this a lot. The idea of bringing lewds straight to your door was too compelling, too convenient. People who weren’t ready to take charge ended up using the service quite a bit. Mandy did feel a bit different though, but you didn’t want to assume yet. “H-here…”
Mandy laid on her back, gently spreading her legs and pushing on her shorts. The tight spats started to push back. You eagerly reach forward and grab on. You watch her expression until she nods. She bashfully covers her eyes as you pull back her shorts. What lies below is a fat, knotted, red dog dick with sizable nuts. You stare at it, and so does she, only now realizing just how hard she was. She looks up at you and grins awkwardly. It wasn’t the face most people gave pizza whores, it was the look school crushes gave each other when sticking hands down each other’s pants for the first time.
You’re of two minds, wanting to dive right in and dine on this amazing ass, but also wanting to make sure you go slow enough that Mandy can say if she doesn’t want it anymore. Consent was important. Still, you can’t shake off this feeling that she just has stage fright, and if she let loose a little she’d have more fun. Once she calmed a bit, you helped her roll onto her stomach, and coaxed her into lifting her rear. She mumbled a bit and complied, lifting her tail juuuust enough so you can see the goodies.
Her balls dangle, her cock sways like an iron beam. You stare at her fat ass, giving it a slow touch. Her pucker lies beneath her cheeks, and her slit awaits just the same. You slowly move forward, petting her tail. She grabs a slice of pizza to distract herself. Your tongue touches her rear. You slowly swirl your tongue around the circle, gripping her ass cheeks like stress toys. You can hear the raccoon girl moaning across the fields of rear. She drags her teeth against the pizza slice. You keep going, spitting a little glob inside her rear to polish it. She makes another sound, a low moan.
After you get your fill of ass, you draw your head back, giving her a spank. She makes a new, shocked noise, and rolls onto her rear, staring ahead at you, legs up on the couch. Holding onto a slice of pizza with her mouth, Mandy can only groan, taking the slice out with her hand. “Real cute~” She says, probably trying to sound annoyed but her voice hitches in all the right places. She loved it. And now, she’s going to love this.
Your hand wraps around Mandy’s dick, gripping tight around it. She pauses, the time freezing enchantment in her cock activating. The ruby red tower is huge. A little pre is already slobbering out from the top. It isn’t too much, just a little bubble, but it is enough to wet your appetite. You drag your finger from your free hand up the length of her cock. You let go of it, just to watch it stand on its own as your finger tickles up the side of it. You flick across the head of her dick teasingly. Pre gets stuck to your finger. She winces. You reach for her shirt and guide it up over her head.
Two engorged basketballs wobble free from the shirt. You lean forward, rubbing your face into both breasts, giving them each a kiss and a suckle. She moans out from the attention. “E-easy~” She cooes. “I mean it does feel good, but mmm~” She can’t finish her protest as she help her keep her mind calm. You run your hand over her dick, each stroke make her wince again, her eye lids lowering, like you’re drawing her curtains close.
When they’re all the way shut, you start. You were well trained in jerking off, so you follow the procedure. You slowly bring your hand up and down to make sure she is at full mast. Sure enough, you’re able to coax at least another inch out of her. She’s laying back against the couch, just relaxing as you instructed her. She looks so tranquil and pattable, but you need to focus.
Once she is completely hard, you open your mouth and take her cock down your throat. It’s really warm in your warm, making your tongue almost tingle. The knot is something exotic, but so close to the base it doesn’t concern you too much. You’re able to take it at least. You take your mouth back, as magical as Mandy’s moans were. Now you wrap your hand around the spit covered cock, the shiny thing twice as easy to jerk off now.
With all that lubrication you’re very easily able to just slide your hand up and down against that warm cock, feeling it pulsate against your hand. Mandy moans, her head sliding back against the arm rest. You keep going, pleased to see her enjoying herself. You can hear her chant under her breathe, trying to be so quite even she can’t hear, “Harder~ Haaaarder~”
You go harder. You go as hard as you care to with your tired wrists, and yet she energizes you. She brings out this energy you weren’t sure you had. Faster now, you snap your hand up and down with devotion. You run your tongue over her cock, you even give her slit a little attention. She moans louder. You keep going, faster, harder, steaaady~ You slip a finger up in her rear, and she exploded, shooting cum all over belly and breasts. She lays back, gasping. You delicately feed her a slice of pizza as she recovers in her afterglow.
After you help her clean up, she walks you over to the door. “Thanks again for that. That was really, really nice…” She says, sounding a bit nervous still, but you can tell you’ve loosened her up. She hands you another twenty. You still owe her change from the last one, but she doesn’t give you time to answer. “Alright! I gotta get back to streaming! That was only supposed to take a minute. I sure hope my mic was muted and camera was off. The light’s been broken for weeks on that camera…” She smiled up at you. “And hey, maybe we can do this again!” She closes the door nervously, forgetting to ask for your name.
You take the sixty dollars and leave her apartment about forty minutes after the delivery attempt. You’re tired, but a bit warmer. You are almost certain that you are going to find yourself online tomorrow on a porn site…