Content Warning: This chapter of the story contains Watersports.
MAID OF MISCHIEF.
Chapter 1 - The Servant's Serving.
Written by HumbleHeretic
This story features "Kitt", a character belonging to Aster Vulpes.
I have a bit of a strange dilemma.
Anyone that heard me say this would probably think to themselves, "What kind of dilemma could you possibly have as a son of a wealthy noble family?". That assessment is pretty fair on certain ways, however, hear me out. It started about two weeks ago when I hired a maid, and before you scoff, this is not me trying to flex. In fact this is the first personal servant that I've hired myself without my parent's input. Alright, nothing I say at this point isn't going to sound like I'm bragging, I'll just get to the point. So I hired this maid, and while they've been doing a good job from the beginning, things have been getting a little out of hand lately, actually, a lot out of hand.
Firstly, I say maid, but the person I hired is actually a boy, though even that was debatable just looking at them. He's a short, cute fella, emphasis on cute. Short curly brown hair sat atop his head, and sitting atop that is a large pair of fluffy fox ears of the same colour. Right, he's actually a fox beastman, the type that was mostly human with a couple animalistic or monstrous features. His skin was furless and tan, his face human with an aforementioned cuteness, whether it be his small nose, round, thick eyebrows, or his bight bright brown eyes behind his glasses. Even his couple long canines protruding from his mouth created an image that would make a middle aged woman swoon.
Continuing in his trend of less than boyish features, his height at 5"1' made it so that he couldn't reach my height even with his fox ears accounted for. But what he lacked in height, he certainly made up for in curves that nicely filled out his maid outfit that was clearly made for girls. And yet it fit him so well. And completing his image as a Foxboy maid was of course his bushy fox tail sticking out above his butt. I must admit, my reason for hiring him was mainly because he was so cute despite being a guy, especially his ears and tail greatly appealed to my inner love for adorable things.
"Here you go, master~♥"
"Y-yeah, thank you."
Though, maybe I should have screened him better before jumping the gun to hire him. You see, it was exactly the Foxboy that was the source of my recent dilemma. When he'd just been hired, he was the most model of maids, uh, maid boys. He cooked well, cleaned well, and took care of my daily necessities as a maid should. I must say that I'm a bit embarrassed to have a smaller guy take care of so many things for me at my age, however this was what was accepted in noble society of this age. I can't exactly find fault with me having been born a noble, that would be an insult to those that had to actually work hard for what they had. Plus my position allowed me to hire such a cute maid in the first place.
But back to said maid, for the first week, everything was just peachy. It wasn't until a week after his hiring that things became weird. Suddenly the meals he prepared for me, the meals that were some of the best that I'd been served, started tasting funny. They started developing a peculiar extra taste that was similar between all of them, as though he'd suddenly started using a new ingredient in all of his recipes. And from the first day on, this taste only got stronger and more noticeable, until I recently began to suspect what this taste might be. At first I thought I was paranoid, however as the taste became more distinct, I was forced to be more convinced that, he may really be putting that in my food!
That leads me to this morning, where I now have no choice but to look at the foxy Femboy strangely as he stands beside my table with a cute smile completing an expression of innocence on his face. What he'd just served is perhaps my favourite breakfast since he'd come to work here, apple pie. It was in fact one of his favourite foods and that was perhaps why it tasted so good. But just like most of what he'd been serving me recently, his apple pie had adopted a strong essence of that particular flavour. Particularly the custard, the once slightly sweet, creamy dressing had been tasting somewhat salty and had a strong odour to it as of late. It was one of the things that made me the most suspicious.
Thinking that today I was finally going to get to the bottom of things, I lift the ceramic covering of the expensive plate.
"?!"
And honestly, I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe that he'd be so blatant this time! Sitting in the sizable baker dish is in fact a slice of apple pie glazed all over in "custard", and there was way more custard than normal. In fact there was too much, to an unreasonable degree, it was to the point that half the pie was submerged in a puddle of the creamy goop! The moment I'd opened up the cover, I was hit with the faint smell of cinnamon apple pie, together with a much more overwhelming stench of something that most definitely wasn't custard! And it didn't look quite like custard either!
What was supposed to be a light yellow colour was instead a rich, cloudy white colour. Instead of lightly coating the top of the pie in a neat manner, it was completely doused like it had been thickly squirted all over the whole thing. It kinda oozed like custard did, however it seemed even more gooey and sticky, one would even say snotty. The splattered and pooled go even gave off a very faint steam like it had been freshly cooked, however I could be sure than it hadn't been cooked by a stove as the strong smell all but confirmed that it had been cooked in someone's balls!
It was semen, undoubtedly semen! Ejaculate, jizz, nut, dick milk, cock snot, there were many names to describe the massive load of gooey substance that had been splattered all over my apple pie. Whereas before it would have been mixed into the custard, now there was not a drop of actual custard to be seen, it was all 100% pure spunk. There was so much of the steaming, smelly load filling my plate that I was less flabbergasted at the fact that it was there and more flabbergasted that so much had come from the most obvious suspect standing right next to me!
"I made it extra special today, I hope you enjoy, master~♪"
"..."
Is he serious, he's not even going to try to pretend?! He literally just jizzed all over his employer's breakfast plate and was now suggesting me to eat it?!
"What's wrong master?"
"What's wrong? Th-this here..."
It actually felt like I was the weird one for trying to point out the state of my breakfast that was like it'd been passed around in an orgy!
"Oh, that's just my special sauce, I've been putting it in everything recently."
You're just going to admit it?! I was actually dumbfounded that he was being so blatant. Most maids I knew acted as reservedly as possible in fear of offending their employers, I'm pretty sure there's never been one that would be bold enough to ejaculate in their owners food like it was something completely acceptable!
"I thought that you would have already notice. And since you've been enjoying everything I've made recently..."
"..."
Okay, the things is that, he wasn't wrong.
I may not have been fully honest about the whole situation. While it may have sounded like I was offended at his actions after figuring out what he'd been doing, that wasn't entirely the case. Like he'd said, I've been properly finishing all of his meals from day one, and that included long after it had started tasting funny. Yes, a part of me had indeed felt strange about consuming another guy's jizz, however, I hadn't stopped even when I had the suspicion in my head. Obviously I hadn't confronted the suspect about it until now either. The fact of the matter was that, eating everything he made with the thought that I was actually consuming the cum of such a cute, foxy Femboy made me feel... things.
"You should dig in before it gets cold."
His fox ears perked up, his tail wagging leisurely side to side, Kitt doesn't break his cute and innocent image that I can't be sure now is an act or not. In response, I look towards the dish, that lonely slice of pie like a raft afloat in a lake of smelly femboy milk. I shouldn't, I really shouldn't. It was bad enough that I'd let him feed me food tainted in something so filthy for so long, that would be nothing compared to consuming it directly. Yet even as I try to rationalize this in my mind, my hand grasps my fork and moves it to the pie prepped in prick sauce.
The pie is really just regular apple pie made by the Foxboy's own hands as I cut into it with my fork. At the same time, said femboy's creamy semen oozes and seeps into the space made by my cut. The head of my fork is already fully submerged by the time I pick up the piece of pie, and I literally lift it out of a pool of viscous cock milk. I feel it threatening to drip off the pie on my fork that's fully coated in a thick, viscous layer of nut. It's sperm-filled colour such that the caramelized apples appear cloudy and smeared. The scent is even stronger as I bring it towards my face. There is hardly the scent of apple pie anymore, only the thick odour of ejaculate fresh and warm from my personal maid's dick and balls.
I really shouldn't, to eats his cock goo would be a great insult as his master and an affront to my dignity as a noble. Besides that, I'm supposed to be straight, I'd never thought about a guy that way and had even been planning for a future after whatever marriage is arranged by my parents. Yet these seemingly rational thoughts can't delay the advance of my fork as I bring it towards my open mouth.
