Michael was the owner of a large home that was built in the forest. His home was large enough for five families, yet there was only one person that, aside from himself, lived there. The person was his maid. He originally had her in a large metropolis, but the city air was quite polluted. While the pollution didn't affect Michael much, it made his maid very sick. As a result, he had a home built in a forest not too far from the city they lived in. He also found a crystal clear lake that wasn't too far from the house that was being built.

Shannon was the maid to a man who had a lot of money. A lot of money and a big house. He was kind enough to her and he gave her room and board, and she was happy to work for him because no one else would hire her due to her appearance. She was a fox. Not entirely, of course--she was shaped like a stereotypical woman, with largeish perky breasts and wide, birthing hips and beautiful green eyes. The only real difference in her physique versus another woman's was her vibrant orange and white fur, her bushy tail and pointed ears, and her snout.

When her master had moved her out to the forest, she had gotten much happier, and started feeling much better. She was currently cleaning her Master's room while he worked in his study, making the bed with freshly-pressed sheets.

Michael was busy working in his study while Shannon, his maid cleaned his room. He didn't know how, but she seemed much, much happier when the two of them had moved to the forest. As he worked, his stomache growled. Since Michael couldn't cook, he left his study and walked to his room to speak with his maid. "Hey Shannon. I need you to make some lunch for me. I'm starting to get hungry."

Shannon jumped only slightly when he spoke, as she hadn't heard him coming. "Ah, yes master." She managed, and turned to smile at him, smoothing the skirt of her French maid's outfit. She was really quite cute in it, especially with the matching black high heels. "I'll go prepare something right away." With one quick motion, she bent and smoothed out the sheets she'd just finished laying on the bed, then hurried on past him and down the hall. She was a good cook, and always made him at least two courses for every meal.

"Thanks." After he had told Shannon that he was hungry, Michael walked back to his study and waited for his meal. He would normaly eat his food in either his room or in his study. He was quite busy and had no time to sit and eat at the table in the dining room. If he didn't have a meeting in person, he had a meeting on the phone. He was lucky to get just a day with nothing planned a month.

For about a half hour, Shannon worked to prepare a chicken breast with some simple pasta and a salad. She made everything from scratch, never from a box or any such nonsense. When she was done, she put the two plates plus a small glass of whiskey (he only ever had a small one with lunch) on a tray and brought it down to him. Outside his study, she paused, knocking on the door.

"Come in." Michael said. He knew it was Shannon with his food. Michael always cleared a place on his desk so he could have plenty room for the tray and food that was on it.

Shannon pushed the door open carefully with a gentle nudge from her rear, then scooted herself inside, setting the tray on his desk in that special cleared spot. "I hope you like it." She murmured, standing up and looking down at him, smiling in that beautiful, charming way she always did. "Will there be anything else?" She asked him, tilting her head slightly to the side as she looked at him with those beautiful green eyes.

"Hmm. Yes, I would like you to join me. I realised that we hardly ever spend time together, even after all this time. I'll let you pick something you want to eat from the tray. After all, you cooked it, so you should enjoy it as well." Michael said as he offered her anything on the tray.

Shannon blushed, though it wasn't visible through her fur. She walked over and situated herself carefully in his lap as she always did when they spent time together--partly this time it was also because he only had the one chair in his study. "I don't know what to pick." She informed him, her tail slowly swishing against his thigh.

"Well, in that case, I guess I'll take the pasta." Michael said as he reached out and grabed the plate of pasta and chicken. After grabbing it, Michael pulled it back to him and began to eat it, starting with the noodles. Neither of them knew why, but Michael always started eating pasta by starting with the noodles.

Shannon was generally an herbivore, never terribly interested in steak or anything. She would eat chicken, but only in small amounts and when properly seasoned. She nibbled at the salad almost shyly, careful not to fidget in her Master's lap.

As he ate, Michael began to feel alittle playful, so he used his fork and grabbed a large portion of noodles and twirled them into a small ball. "You should try the noodles you made. They're quite good." Michael said as he began to move the noodle ball to Shannon's mouth.

Shannon blushed when he offered her the food and, tentatively, opened her mouth and took in the pasta. They were delicious indeed. She ate them slowly, looking into her Master's eyes as she did so. After swallowing, she smiled at him, pressing her ass down into his lap. "Delicious." She informed him, her tongue coming out to lick along her lips.

[Sorry, I forgot about the requested sluttiness. Will work on it now.]

(Alright)

"I knew you'd like them. Besides, if you make it, I know at the very least, one of us will eat it. Am I right?" Michael asked. He was quite the carnivore, almost every meal had to have at least one type of meat. When he felt Shannon press her hips into his, it became harder and harder to restrain himself. "Shannon, after we finish eating, I would like to have a snack. Alright?"