A few simple tasks at first, but soon Miruko asks rather more

You weren't sure exactly what you were expecting Miruko to need from you when she asked for your help with her pro-hero work. Part of you was still hoping that even after all the ways you've made yourself look like a clumsy idiot in front of her, she'd somehow decide to take you out on patrol with her. It would be a dream come true to come along with your idol as she wanders the streets, getting the chance to see her in action arresting criminals and beating up villains! Hopefully she'd have let you change back into your proper clothes as well so you wouldn't be wandering the streets in a tiny maid outfit that flashes your butt every time you so much as lean forward slightly.

Instead, you're still inside her apartment, still wearing all the frills and lace, uncomfortably aware of the cool air tingling on your stiff dick and bottom, both now bare underneath that little skirt. You've been doing various odd jobs around the lounge, mostly fetching things like pens and paper for Miruko, not exactly what you imagined. Right now you've just finished making a cup of coffee in her fancy kitchen and you're carefully carrying it over to her as she sits at her desk, looking over piles of paperwork and typing on her laptop. You weren't even aware pro-heroes had to fill in forms, but now it seems kind of obvious. Of course they do. Yet another way in which your silly dreams have left you utterly unprepared for the reality of her work. How you could ever have thought you were prepared to be her sidekick is beyond you. It's really for the best she knew better, though you do wish she'd let you help at least a little more. Like...maybe you could look over those papers for her, or something.

Biting your lip uncertainly, you step up to the side of the desk and hold out the coffee towards her. It takes a moment for you to realize your stupid tail has lifted up your stupid skirt again and you're stiff little dick is now peeking out from under the frilly hem. With a strangled gasp, you reach down and hurriedly fight the skirt back down until it only bares that still embarrassing sliver of pale thigh on top of your long stockings. The best you can do in this skimpy costume, there's no way you're not showing off something you don't exactly want to be seen. Cheeks burning, you glance at Miruko, hoping desperately your beautiful idol didn't see you mess up again. She isn't even looking at you, bent over the computer screen with a thin frown on her face, apparently absorbed in whatever she's doing.

You stay that way for a minute or so, feeling rather ridiculous as you hold out the coffee, but too nervous about upsetting her to speak up. Then the rabbit hero turns her head and looks at you, her gaze darting down to the mug of coffee in your hand. Her red eyes light up, and for what feels like the first time ever she actually smiles at you. Your heart soars. Have you finally done something that actually pleases her? The thought sends warm feelings flooding through your shivering body, your kitty ears prickling up with delight.

"Thanks kitten, you're a lifesaver." The rabbit hero purrs. You blush furiously at her praise, wriggling with happiness underneath your maid outfit. Your tail waves from side to side, lifting your skirt up once again with you hardly even noticing you're showing your bare butt again. When she reaches out to take the coffee, her fingers brush over yours, sending what feels like an electric shock up your arm that makes you gasp in longing. Still staring at you, she lifts the mug to her lips and takes a sip. She's smiling wider as she lowers the cup, her red eyes gleaming. "That's good stuff." She nods.

"Thank you..." You just about manage to stammer, your hands dancing over one another in front of your belly. It's a little shocking just how strongly she can make you feel already. When she scowls or scoffs it makes you want to cry, but now with just a smile and a few kind words she has you feeling like you're floating on a warm cloud of happiness. "I...used to make coffee at my old job sometimes for the customers." You continue hurriedly, your voice rather high-pitched and breathless.

"Well, aren't I glad I grabbed you for myself then." The rabbit hero chuckles. "This side of the job gets really rather dull sometimes." She nods to the pile of papers on her desk. "I'd much rather be out on the streets pummeling some bad guys, but...part of being a pro-hero means also dealing with all the paperwork. The suits already think I'm not enough of a team player, and they're always riding my ass about doing things their way." She scoffs loudly, her long white ears bristling with irritation. You nod frantically, trying to look annoyed as well. "So anyway, having a pretty little thing like you to wait on me does improve my mood." The gorgeous rabbit hero glances back at you.

"Ah...thanks, Miruko." You stammer, pretty sure your blazing cheek are about to burst into flame. Miruko...says you're pretty. Your gorgeous idol thinks that about you. For a moment, some part of you wishes she'd gone with manly...or handsome or reliable, but suddenly you find you don't much care as she flashes you a wide grin. You want to be...pretty for her, if she smiles at you like that and says nice things. Even if it means wearing embarrassing clothes like this and no underwear. You'd happily do that everyday if it meant she called you pretty again. You stand there, smiling dumbly back at her in your skimpy maid dress and feeling like you're on top of the world.

"Actually, while you're here, there's something else you can do for me to make this work a bit less troublesome for me." Miruko continues, taking another short sip of the coffee you made her. She glances at you over the rim of the cup, and a warm shiver runs down her spine as her hooded red eyes move slowly down your body before falling on your stockinged legs. You can feel her heated stare drifting over your pale, trembling thighs. A hoarse little moan escapes your lips as your stiff dick aches and twitches under her cool scrutiny. Is...she checking you out? You're not sure...something about that hungry glare reminds you more of a lioness staring at a helpless little bunny. Only you're the cat who feels very much like he's about to be pounced on, and somehow the thought just makes you even more excited. "You think you can help me out, kitten?" She asks, one eyebrow darting up expectantly. "It's a very important job." You hardly even notice the faint, mocking tone to her voice.

"Of course, anything!" You nod frantically, **** to do more for your idol and prove you can help her out after all.

"Okay...well, having you around has been fun, but it's also proving a little bit distracting." Miruko purrs, a roughness to her voice that makes your skin tingle. "Watching you prance about for me, doing everything I say...has gotten me a little excited, and it's making it hard to focus on the paperwork. So, I need you to get that cute butt down there under my desk and give me some relief." She glances significantly down between her legs, spread rather wide in her chair.

"What...?" You gasp, brow furrowing in confusion. What's she talking about?

"Ah...almost forgot you're a bit of a silly one, aren't you?" Miruko sighs. "Best make myself clearer." You watch, stunned into silence as she grabs the button of her jeans and pulls them open, yanking the trousers a little way down her legs. Underneath, she's wearing a pair of plain black panties, and without a moment's hesitation she slides them down next, not even seeming to care in the slightest that she's stripping off in front of a boy. A strangled whimper escapes your lips as your wide gaze flickers over her muscular brown thighs, thick and rippling with muscle. You swallow, utterly unable to stop your eyes from moving between her legs. She's the first woman you've ever seen without clothes on like this, and you shiver with nervous desire as you stare right at your idol's pussy. The dark lips are glistening and plump, the enticing slit between them glistening with clear juices that make your mouth dry just staring at them. Without you even thinking about it, your lips part, and your wet little tongue slips free. "There we are." Miruko murmurs, that rough edge to her voice making your ears twitch and your stiff dick ache. "Now kitten, I want you to kneel right there under my desk and lick my pussy for me. Not too hard, now is it? Don't worry, I'm not expecting you to be any good, you couldn't scream virgin any harder if you tried. Just do your best this time and we'll fix it later, alright?"

You stand there, breathing hard, your heart pounding like a hammer in your chest. This is what you want, isn't it? You've been crushing on Miruko forever...the thought of kneeling between her muscled thighs and pleasing her that way has been a secret naughty fantasy that you've jerked off to more times than you count. Only it's so sudden...you can hardly believe it's happening, and the way Miruko has just casually demanded you please her like it doesn't even mean anything has you wondering if you really want your first time with a woman to be like this. Her eyes harden at your hesitation, the thought of disappointing her again like a cold shard of ice in your guts. You know you'd better decide right now or she's going to be mad!