Maintenance Call

Phil put the beer bottle down and picked up his phone. The caller ID said Stephens 3A. Great, he thought, another trouble call. After a dreary day answering the concerns of idiots who didn't realize that lots of new cars don't even have gas caps and selling overpriced windshield wiper blades he'd been looking forward to a rest.

"Hello, Super."

"Phil, this is Jezebel in 3A. I'm sorry to bother you, but can you come up to my apartment? Something's wrong with the heat."

"Okay, I'll be right up; just give me five."

Jezebel was a nice girl, but he was always nervous about that damned cat of hers. Whenever he was in the apartment, which he would admit was rarely compared to the other tenants, the cat would sit on the kitchen counter and stare at him. Like it thought he was going to steal the silverware or something.

Phil checked himself in the mirror; his clothes were clean and there were no motor oil stains on his skin. Mechanic by day, Super by night; it would sound like a comic book if it weren't so pathetic. He fetched the plumbing toolbox and headed up to the third floor. At least Jezebel was easy on the eyes; he'd had a few wet dreams about taking her coffee shop uniform off, but he always woke up while sucking coffee out of her tits so he kept them to himself. Way to himself.

He rapped on the door and heard Jezebel's voice tell him to come in it's open, so he did. When he stepped down the short corridor and saw the living room he froze. The cat was there, only it was huge. It was staring at him like usual, and sitting next to it and also staring at him was a giant rabbit.

He blinked. Twice.

The cat spoke in Jezebel's voice. "Hi Phil; I hope you don't mind that I lied a little to get you up here, but Kathy and I really do need your help."

"Uh."

The cat stood up on two legs. It - no, she, definitely she, extremely she - wasn't wearing any clothes. Her fur with orange with dark brown stripes but her form was mostly human. Her face looked like Jezebel's, and he could see pink nipples poking out from the fur on her small-but-firm breasts. Tufts of fur outlined what was fairly definitely a normal human pussy, though admittedly a rather furry one. He stood transfixed as she walked around the sofa and toward him, swishing her tail behind her as she came.

"Actually, maybe I didn't lie. I find the apartment uncomfortably warm; don't you?"

"Uh..."

She took the sides of his tee-shirt and pulled upwards. Her raspy tongue licked his nipple and then started working across his chest while she pulled the tee over his head and off.

"You didn't answer me; are you hot?"

Something in the way she said 'hot' told him it had nothing to do with room temperature. His wood started pushing painfully against his Y-fronts, but by flexing his legs a bit he was able to relieve the pressure from his clothes at least. Jezebel was busy unfastening his belt.

"Yeah; yeah, I'm hot. Definitely hot."

"Well I'm hot too. Can you work on it with me?"

He glanced down as she used her soft furry hands with the leathery pads to pull his now-unbuttoned and unzipped jeans open and slide them over his hips. His stiffy was pretty much on display now, since it had partly come through the fly opening in his briefs. He glanced up and saw that the rabbit-girl was watching too and suppressing schoolgirl giggles. His manhood jumped.

He quickly looked down again as he felt something cool sliding up his shaft. It was Jezebel's nose.

"Are you... are you... going to do oral on me?"

"No."

He was vaguely disappointed until she pulled him fully out through the fly in his briefs and started rubbing her soft furry stomach against him. The **** of her leaning on him caused him to fall back onto the hall floor with a thump. Her weight bore him down until he was lying on his back.

The feeling of her leaning over him and – was she purring? – gave him a little courage. He reached up and gently stroked her breasts. She leaned into him and gave a quiet moan.

Something furry and tickling touched his helmet and then pushed down to enclose his entire length. Normally when he fucked a girl there was lots of liquid present; here it was nothing more than a trickle but her skin slid easily and tantalizingly against his.

Jezebel worked him in long slow forceful strokes, sliding her mound along his groin as she went. She didn't get urgent or fast, just long inexorable building of his passion. He worked her firm nubs with his thumbs and made a little kissing gesture.

"Can't kiss," she said, "lips don't quite work right." Instead she leaned down and started sensuously licking his face.

His passion came in slowly, like the tide. Each tender stroke made him more and more aware of what was happening between his legs and when his sac tightened and he started gushing she kept the movement going. Several seconds after him she stiffened and arched her back; her body pressed down hard on him and she let out a silent yowl. He grabbed her and pulled her close, revelling in the feeling of satisfaction from a really good fuck.

The bunny hopped over the sofa back and padded over.

"That was awesome, Jez; I came just watching you (and fingering myself a bit). But fair's fair, you said I could have a turn too."