The Job

Story by CrudeBuster

Well ladies and gentlemen, what you're about to read, or not, is a work of fiction.

*cough* This story includes transformation (TF), M/F sex.

No futa for now, but this is just a peek from something that escaped my perverted mind and reached the keyboard.

Thanks for srb, for the six betas, helping me growing the starting 1700 words to 2500.

I ask excuses, I need to get my medication, stupid flu is killing me.:134:

It was nothing special, the job was simple and quick enough to pay my growing debts. Well, there’s nothing wrong with making money by ruining other people’s jobs, since it’s part of the game actually.

I’m sort of a spy. Yeah, a spy. Not James Bond, I’m a real spy. It’s better for you to not know my name for now. I live by skipping towns, unknown to most people. It’s a very boring job. I don’t get any Bond-girls or save the world. I just steal some blueprints or parts from stupid gadgets to deliver to specified locales.

Late Thursday afternoon I had an appointment at a KFC, to get my white envelope with the paycheck, normally from an oblivious company or unknown subject from last job and hopefully indications for a new one.

The man from the company, sometimes a woman, usually wore a little pin on their shirt pocket. It was difficult to know who it was the first time, but they normally use ugly and strange people.

Not that I’m an example of beauty, but the last contact had a huge red zit below his left eye, I almost couldn’t eat my lunch remembering that hairy pimple.

“You’re late, Guiles,” Said the lone woman with an American Airlines pin just below her pocket. Nice, firm teats. A surprise indeed.

“Really? My watch battery must be dead, sorry,” I just sat in a chair next to her. The KFC was almost full, because it was lunchtime. She smelt nice, a scent very noticeable among the foul fat stench that corrodes the place.

“Here’s your gift, take care of her very well, or else your paycheck will be lost in the mail. Good afternoon,” She said, pushing me a little tied package with holes in a side, with the white envelope under, leaving the table with her Starbucks coffee cup. In fact that was the first signal that she was an agent, I should know better...

“Um, all right,” I replied, just having time to look her nice buns leaving in that miniskirt.

The paycheck was there, all right, but what the hell was in the box? Some animal? Usually holes in boxes are for transporting animals like this.

“Your next job is in the Blackhorn Labs, you’ll assume the scrubs’ job for two months, since he’s sick. Inside the package you’ll find a lab mouse, your new pet,” The paper explicated that I must transport the damned rat there every morning, and get him back home by the end of each day?

My curiosity was growing each minute I spent in the bus and subway going back to my spy apartment, full of advanced spy technology and bikini girls in a Jacuzzi with waiters serving champagne in crystal glasses...hahaha!

Back to reality, in the rathole I called home, I ripped apart the box in the table near the TV, to find the white mouse calmly looking at me among the paper shreds, laid in some hay.

“Her name is Jeanne, treat her well and you’ll get a large bonus,” A note inside it pointed.

“Hah! Hey Jeanne, want something to eat? Some cheese, maybe?” I said, looking in the mice’s red eyes. She stood looking me calmly, sitting up like a squirrel, and then I had the scariest experience in my spy life...the rat replied!

“Oh please, keep the jokes for your own amusement, agent 3254,” Jeanne replied, with her whiny mouse tone.

“H-h-oly Shit!” I jumped back in awe, falling in my sofa.

“Listen, I need some water and bread, okay? Preferably whole grain bread and mineral water, or else I’ll get terrible gas...” She said, shaking her whiskers.

“Wow, heh, okay Jeanne, I’ll get you the food, but, uh,” Jeanne stopped my questioning waving her little paw.

”No questions please, my life is as secret than yours,” She kept dismissing me, waving her paw.

“Um, uh, okay, okay. You’re right, well let me go buy your food, it must been a hard travel in the box, heh?” I liked the company for a change. Usually this job is very lonely and boring, and the apartment that I was using wasn’t exactly helping too. No neighbors to chat with, no kids or even burglars in this ten story building, so chatting with a lady mouse wasn’t such a bad idea!

After a few days, some people thought I was really nuts when they saw me chatting with Jeanne. But because I was seen as just a lone weirdo, it was the perfect cover for the scrub job.

I wondered what Jeanne would be doing here, but my assignment was to know nothing. Every day, I just delivered her there, worked a little, rested in the janitor’s room, and got her back home inside my pocket, since she hated the little cage I got for her.

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