He's said it many times before, and he'll repeat it. 

Petunia, the OCD skunk girl of town, most people love and hate for obvious reasons, gives the best ear scratches he's ever felt throughout his life. Though if it wasn't his ears she got hold of, those stain-scrubbing paws would find the next best thing. And the 'handy' beaver would be lying through his teeth if he said he didn't enjoy it.

"Hmmmm..." Handy hummed, purring softly as he lay slack against Petunia on the couch in his home, nudging his helmetless head against her cheek, his eyes half-lidded and filled with pleasure. She scratched his belly and under his chin, lying at the left end of the couch, the back of her head comfortably lying on a pillow she fluffed and sprayed up and down with disinfectant.

It would especially be after a particularly stressful day of work, where Handy would constantly forget he had no arms, and narrowly dodge death that claimed his co-workers, either because of an accident or the folly of the residential dumb moose that's somehow employed and qualified.

When he'd get back, falling face-first into the nearest pillow was the only thing on his mind, before it was his mate who'd be there for him. If she were still alive past noon.

The blue skunk, giggling at Handy nudging more against her as she pampered him, nearly laughing as she spotted his leg softly kicking out. That never happened unless she struck a weak spot of the beaver's, but considering how much of a cuddlebug he is in her arms, it seems anywhere she touched was a weak spot. Even his little nubs were folded in on his chest. And don't even get her started on the purring, it's taking all of her willpower not to gush over how cutesy he acted right now.

"Hehe, am I petting you that good, Handy? Hmm?" Petunia asked with a small chuckle, leaning in to pepper a few kisses atop Handy's head as he let out soft grunts and moans, nodding as he writhed softly, lying with his back against her chest and his spade-like tail undulating under him. "Loving the chin scratches and belly rubs?"

"M-mhm," Handy hummed, tilting his head back as his leg kicked out more and he began to whine softly at the skunk's nails gently raking under his chin. "It feels nice." 

Her other paw rubbing circles around his moccasin-colored belly backed up that statement, to which he moaned when claws were involved, helping melt away the already eroding tension of earlier. The scent of fresh pine cones, cleaning supplies that didn't burn his nose, and the sweet earth smell she gave off made the cuddle sesh even better. Helped put him at ease, knowing nothing would happen to him and that he was safe in Petunia's arms.

Said skunk girl rubbed down from his chin, to his neck, then to his chest, rubbing in semi-wide circles as she scratched his sides, feeling him shift on her. 

"Hmm, I know it feels nice. You look so forward to these every day, you forget to look after yourself." Her voice made his ears tremble and flicker, and she couldn't resist leaning in and licking behind it, which made the beaver moan again, his voice shaking slightly. 

"You're too good at what you do. I can't go a day without thinking of being in your arms." Handy responded, wishing his nubs weren't nubs so he could reach back and pet his mate as she was doing him.

Her fur was so lush and soft, he often dreamed of touching it with the hands he unfortunately lost in the past. He dreamed he could do just like everyone else when it came to handling things. 

Handling Petunia's soft fur, holding tools, grabbing this, grabbing that. Strangling the raccoon brothers for their thievery against him and others. Getting to actually work and not risk a gruesome death as much. Or...

Handling Petunia's soft fur again.

Handy could see it now. He could perfectly picture his paws, both attached to two arms, attaching to where his nubs used to be, running them up and down pure indigo fuzz. Tracing the lines on her tail as she blushed and giggled at how gently he'd handle such a delicate limb. Scratching behind those cute little ears, under her chin, and all over her belly - just the way she'd do him.

The beaver's eyes closed completely as his daydream ran full force, with Petunia's actions helping it along. 

Since they've gotten intimate and figured out how they'd have sex when the urges arose, Handy even pictured touching her juicy, D-sized tits. Just feel the soft, fur-covered flesh be like putty in his non-existent paws, and pinch those little buds at the ends she'd put in his mouth to suck when she rode him, or when he was on top.

Then, he'd reach down, feeling along her sides, her thighs, then to her impressive rear. At first, subjugating the milky, round cheeks to his will, feeling them up and down as Petunia would moan and purr in his ear, whispering sweet nothingness.

"...ndy...?"

He'd make her squeal by giving her ass a good smack or two, watching it jiggle as much as when she'd ride him reverse-cowgirl style. Countless nights and early mornings spent watching her shake that ass on his cock mid-bounce would have meaning.

"Han...dy..."

And, before that would even happen, Handy's paws would come back around and slide directly in between her legs, where her succulent, tasty-

"Hey, don't mean to interrupt your daydreaming, but..." Came Petunia's voice as Handy almost completely fell asleep in his fantasy, only for him to be pulled from it by her voice, which sounded amused and almost sultry.

"Buh whuh..." He murmured, slurring his words a bit.

"You got a little excited thinking of touching me." Came her voice again, and Handy came back to earth feeling it. After seeing it.

"O-Oh," Handy uttered, flushing as quickly as he was drawn out of his fantasy about his mate, gazing at his own erect cock free from his sheath, pulsating with pre-cum beading at the tip. Standing at nine inches with some girth to it, his fluffy balls churning with unspilled sperm. "Oh..."

While it was admittedly embarrassing for Handy to suddenly pop a boner when he dreams of actually feeling Petunia's body up and down, she didn't mind too much herself, as unexpected situations happen. The amused chuckling she let out let him know it wasn't much to worry about now that she was here. 

Otherwise, he'd have to find some way to get off or just sit and watch it wane away. Good thing Petunia visited him after work.

"Wow, did me petting you do the trick this time?" She asked, her paws rubbing around his chest and his erect nipples. "Hmm?"

Her doing that had Handy whining a little louder as he bit his lip, the pleasurable sensation from her fingers tracing shapes around his areolae helping his cock remain solid. Those same fingers softly pinched and pulled at the buds in between, making him let out a breath as well as a low moan.

"You were so out of it, you just had to think up how it'd feel to touch me, yeah?" Petunia continued, shifting lower so she could lean in and lick the side of his neck, feeling him shudder. "Want me to take care of that for you?"

"Do you need to ask?" Handy said as she started twisting both his nipples, pinching them in between. "Ahh..." His nipples were plenty sensitive, and Petunia, before doing anything else, would get him into the mood starting with them.

"Just to be sure, baby," Petunia replied, her voice barely above a whisper into his ear. "Wanna bend over for me?"

No response was needed for this question, as Handy's cock throbbed at what he knew what was coming following that. With only a nod, the beaver sits up from Petunia and gets down on the floor, on his knees, bending over with his upper chest on the couch.

"There you go, babe, just arch your back," She nodded in approval, getting up and circling behind him, getting down on her knees and leaning in, pushing his back in some so his rear would raise.

"Yesss, just like that." She licked his lips, scooting back to observe Handy's position, humming in satisfaction at seeing his rear like this. It wasn't as nice and bubbly as hers (or Flippy's) is, but it was still nice and squishy, with some fatness to go with it. His tail rested neatly on his back, and his cute, flushed face looked back at her, coupled with his whining, sounding more desperate than affectionate.

"Petunia...could you...please?" The orange beaver asked as Petunia stared at his alluring position, taking a moment to spread his legs out, leaving his cock to dangle aimlessly before she did what was needed for her mate. 

Instead of responding, she merely licked her lips again and bent down, grabbing a handful of his ass, and spreading it, exposing his tail hole, softly twitching. "Hohh, yes..." She hissed, freeing one paw to reach down and grip his erection, pumping it slowly and twisting her paw up and down, tip to sheath.

Then, she slid her tongue out and drew it up and down his delectable asshole.

Handy gasped softly at the dual sensation on his ass and dick, jolting slightly before relaxing on the couch, his eyes half-lidding. "Mmh." He planted the side of his face on the cushion of the couch, submitting his entire body to Petunia. Submitting to her whims.

The skunk's tongue slid over his hole like a dream, flitting the center and flicking occasionally. The wet muscle licked where it may, circling the beaver's pucker as her paw stroked his girth. She made sure to pay extra attention to the tip with each twisting stroke, as well as repeatedly running the flat part of her tongue over his hole again and again. 

Along the way, her taste buds registered the musky, male taste that came with feasting upon him. The sweat from his job helped enhance the flavor, and she wanted to get as much of it as she wanted, thanking her lucky stars he was clean enough for her to.

But, she didn't want to get into too fast. Her pace was slow and steady at first, as she wanted him to ease into this and enjoy every second. The soft gasps and sighs she heard from him let her know it was feeling good for him, which pleased her greatly. And, to make sure he felt better than this, her pace would gradually increase, and his moans would come out a little louder.

"Augh..." Handy moaned with a small hiss, feeling that tongue swirl around his hole as his cock was pumped with additional speed than before, increasing the pleasant feeling washing over him. He let out another moan as the skunk's tongue pushed further against him. 

"Y-yeah..."

His cock pulsed in her grip as she was flitting her tongue on his asshole with more force, looking to work her away inside. Petunia's tail swished as her working her way inside was making more lewd sounds spill from Handy's parted maw. His pleased moans and whining from what she was doing to him turned her on just as much as this was right now. So much so that she'd sloppily lick away at his anus and jerk every inch of his cock when she was twisting up and down half of it.

"Ahhh, fuck..." Handy huffed, pushing back against Petunia who was back to drilling his asshole and twisting a paw around the tip of his cock. "Deeper..."

"Hm? She hummed, slowing down some as her paw remained in motion. "Deeper?" She asked herself, going back in to kiss his wet pucker. "Deeper? Yeah?"

"Y-yes- ah!" The beaver responded before she squeezed the tip of his cock, rapidly jerking it as she pushed the tip of her tongue against his pucker, swirling it around in tight circles to help dig inside easier. She eventually makes her away past the tight ring, feeling it relax to her efforts, and allowing her to tonguefuck her mate from the inside.

Meanwhile, she put in more effort into jerking Handy off at the tip and the first couple of inches. The pleasure that came from it had Handy groaning before too long.

Her soft, skilled tongue was undulating and swirling freely inside of him as her soft palm occasionally twisted and stroked the cockhead of his penis, causing euphoria to wash over him in constant waves.

"Nngh...ahh..." He gasped sharply, cursing under his breath as his whining came back again. "God, I love the way you help me out. I love it s-s-so much!" 

At this point, Petunia was deeply rimming her armless mate maw-deep. She shook her head around in a circular motion, moving her tongue around in him the other way, making sure to please him better this way. She even let go of his rear to pump his dick now using both paws, which came about nice and smooth thanks to her swiping up a good deal of pre-cum. 

"P-Petunia...!" Handy's voice came quivering and full of pleasure. 

She moaned in response and was twisting her paws up and down his pulsating shaft as she sucked on his asshole and let it go with multiple pops, drooling on it before then going to lick it up. She had such a tight hold on her OCD urges that she was even recycling her spit on Handy's delicious asshole over and over again. She was even pushing it into his asshole to make sliding her tongue inside much easier.

"Unh, yeah, baby!" Her mate cried as she tonguefucked him with more gusto, backing up against her face as she ate him out gleefully. "Don't stop...don't stop, please, you're tongue is so good~!"

His encouraging words rewarded him with his cock being tugged on faster and by the tip. "Mmhh~." 

Eventually, she heard his whining become louder and his moans get more desperate. She already knew at this point what it meant and kept it up, eager to relieve him of his stress in combination of pleasing him for his daydreaming.

"Ahhh...ahhh, fuuuugh-ahhhh...!" 

-Yes! Cum for me! Cum for me, please!-

Petunia's mind rang as she moaned with him, still tonguing inside of his asshole wetly and jerking his cock in unison.

Handy's eyes squeezed close as it got to be too much for him to last any longer, and his teeth gnashed together as the rising pressure finally boiled over, resulting in him coming undone. He groaned repeatedly, cumming into Petunia's paws and on the floor in several bursts of pearly white beaver semen.

Petunia let out a surprised hum in the middle of swirling her tongue around in his asshole and drew back, watching him shake and release multiple orgasmic sounds. She kept on pumping his cock to coax out a lot more of his cum, keeping calm not to let her OCD take over from the amount of cream she felt on her fingers and palms. She took hold of his length and used her other paw coated in the most sperm to pump the tip, making sure he'd give her more.

Doing that made Handy let out a high-pitched whimper, jolting as he was met with an overwhelming, sensitive feeling through Petunia doing this. He writhed where he was at, whining her name and tensing up. He bit his lip, nearly going hard enough to break skin and bleed with her keeping it up. The skunk girl giggled at his reaction, multiple 'schlick' sounds coming out by her still stimulating the tip of his cock towards the end of his orgasm.

The shaking beaver, as she laughed seductively, gasped and grunted, tapping one of his nubs on the couch cushion as he backed his ass up against her more. "P-Pet-ngh-Petunia! A-agh, h-hey, I just c-ca-ame! P-please!"

His pleas fell on deaf ears, and Petunia slowed down after a short while, eventually stopping and letting him lie there to catch his breath.

Petunia behind him sat back, raising her paws to her mouth and sucking his cum off her fingers, moaning at the warm, salty taste spreading across her tongue before she moved to lick the rest of it from both her palms. During this, Handy panted, his whines weak and pitiful from the sudden overstimulation his mate, when she felt it convenient, would pull on him when he least expected it. Perhaps it was because of him being so devout to being milked by her. Or that she just loved making him squirm.

Or both. Either way, he loved her for it.

When Petunia was finished cleaning her paws off, she took Handy by the torso and pulled him into an embrace, nuzzling against his neck and letting out a few purrs herself. The beaver lay near-limply against her, humming wearily and mewling as her paws holding him start lightly scratching his stomach again.

"Felt nice to get it out of your system, didn't it?" She asked, taking a moment to lick his neck, giving it a light suckle. 

"Y-yeah," Handy replied, humming. "Thank you."

She responded by kissing him on the cheek.