[b]This short story contains: Anthro Pokemon - male Midnight Lycanroc, female Litten Masturbation (mostly) Servant PMD-ish setting (vaguely) [/b] ---------------------------- The Litten was a maid to the group. They liked to call themselves a guild, but it was more like an independent band with their own morality and a focus on loyalty to the group over anything else. She didn't like being their maid, but living on her own in the rather violent region was considerably worse. Here, she at least got fed, protected, and given a place to rest. The cost of these things was taking care of the group's needs, whether it be cleaning, moving gear around, reparing damaged clothing, dishes, supply runs to town - pretty much anything was fair game. She'd tried to take a shower in the base's hygeine building when everyone else had finished up for the day, but it seemed one of group members had kept an eye on her. As she washed, she heard the door swing open, turing to look with her hands between her ears, rubbing in soap. She expected to see one of the more brutish members of the group, like the often blunt and uncaring Zoroark who loved to just grab and hump her backside whenever he felt like it. Instead she saw the Midnight Lycanroc - one of the base defenders who had taken a liking to doing a night watch and resting during the day. She was seen as a "lower rank" to the group. Not a slave, as she did get "paid" with the benefits and could leave whenever she wished, but it wasn't much different in terms of perception. But she recognized how Lycanroc regarded her with a polite nod, stripping off his simple garments and stepping to the showerhead next to her. A metallic squeak sounded as he turned the handle with his hands - although even for a more anthropomorphic body type like her own, those hands were more like claws and required a certain delicate touch. Unlike Litten's hands - furred, but otherwise exactly what the name implied. In silence they showered, Lycanroc slower and lazier in his approach while Litten was rigorous, ruthless. She had to be. Cleaning and taking care of the others' "needs" was a messy business, and she dared not lower their regard of her even further by being dirtier than could be avoided. When she came to the point where she'd normally turn off the water and leave, instead she turned his way. What words she'd pondered saying vanished though, when she realized his eyes were closed, a clawed hand wrapped around his erect cock. It took her a moment to realize he wasn't advancing on her, or enjoying the peep show of her naked body. He was stroking himself to some invisible image in his mind. He seemed to notice though, opening one eye to look at her - not with surprise or shame, but a questioning raise of the eyebrow. Litten finally found her voice. "Oh, um... d-do you normally do that?" Oh fuck, that was a stupid question. But her inward berating was cut off by his quiet chuckle. "Heh, yeah, actually. Either before or after my shift. It's relaxing, and the shower is a good place to do it. No mess." Stroke, stroke. "Most of the others don't give a damn about making a mess for me to clean up," she muttered with her embarrassment mostly, but not fully, drained away. Lycanroc growled. "No doubt. I'm not a wild beast though. I take care of my business." He seemed to have no trouble continuing to masturbate mid-conversation. She found herself half-hypnotized by it. "Well, um... I appreciate that." A quiet moment passed, the only sound being the run of water from the showerheads, and the occasional pleased grunt from the canine as he worked. "... do you, uh, want any help?" The questioning eye returned. "... eh? I thought you'd relish the chance to avoid being used by that lot." Litten shrugged. "Kinda, but, I'm used to it by now. And besides, a nicer guy is far more attractive than a brute." He seemed to consider this. "Huh. Well. Maybe next time we bump into one another in the shower, we can literally "bump into one another". But I'm already getting close, so no, but thanks." She was watching his cock and those strokes, rather than meeting his gaze. "Wow, that quickly?" "Don't have much time between work and sleep. Have to make good use of it." "Hum." Litten glanced at the shower building's door, as if to be sure nobody was spying on them. "... nnh... well, cum on my face then?" Both eyes opened, this time in actual surprise. "... eh?" She could see how close she'd gotten to 'weirding him out', and verbally scrambled to fix it, gesturing apologetically with her hands. "Sorry! I mean, just... well..." Sigh. "It's kinda hot to me, and you're handsome, and, well, the shower should take care of the mess... I mean, I think so, righ - !" Gasping, she managed to close her eyes just in time. Apparently he'd taken her up on her offer, and with no less speed than he'd warned - a simple step forward, a few jacking gestures of that suddenly huge-looking dick pointed right at her face, a push on her head to put the cat on her knees... and he was cumming, rope after rope of the sticky stuff splattering all over her face. A heavy blush settled on her cheeks. It was warm, scented, messy... and a major turn-on. "Awh. Look at me, acting like one o' them brutes out there. Guess you riled me up a little." Lycanroc snickered, and patted her between the ears - gently, affectionately. "Heh. I'm a nice guy though. Let me know if there's any other 'favors' I can do for ya sometime, sweetheart." All the while he was gently rubbing that cock and balls across her face, smearing the cum wherever it happened to go. She didn't move as he made one last turn in the water to rinse away any remaining mess, and walked around the corner with his clothes to dry off. She knew she'd be taking him up on that offer, the words bouncing around in her head. It was far more appealing than what she was used to getting around here. With an embarrassed smile, Litten washed herself off once again, knowing full well how unpleasant it was to have dried cum in her fur, no matter how fun it might have been - or not - to acquire it in the first place. She had more chores to take care of before she could turn in for the night. It was rather amusing, really, how some heads turned to regard her working with a bemused expression. It was somewhat rare for their Litten maid to go about her work with a smile on her face and a humming tune in her chest.