In the middle of washing some dishes after breakfast, you noticed that there was a leak in your kitchen, specifically underneath your sink. You could just search how to fix it on YouTube or something, but who REALLY wants to do all that work when you can easily get someone else to do it for you? Without hesitation, you grabbed your phone and dialed a number that you remembered hearing on the radio yesterday, figuring that it would be the best option. After a few minutes of talking to the receptionist about your issue, you hung out, waiting for the plumber to come by and do the job

About three hours later (or probably less), you heard a knock on your door. With both glee and relief, you opened the door to see the plumber himself: a tall, thick-bodied wolf that looked like he’d be in his mid-forties. He was wearing a blue button-up shirt and khaki shorts that would’ve pretty fancy if it wasn’t for the oil stains and such. Clearly, this wasn’t his first job today. Nice

“Hey. I heard there was a leak?”

He questioned, an eyebrow raised. But he didn’t seem like he was skeptical, more so curious. With a nod, you allowed him inside before shutting the door behind him. He would give you an appreciative nod as you led him to the kitchen and gave him some extra details about your problem. Clearly, he knew this would be an easy job, from the confident look on his eye. Immediately, he had gotten to work, hoping to get this deed done within an hour or two. He had went into all-fours to reach the leaking pipe, half of his body (his upper half) inside the cabinet where the pipe was while his lower half was out and about, his tail swaying gentle. He didn’t seem to be bothered or anything, as most jobs like these would turn out pretty normal. His rear bulged against his shorts, and his genitals hung about for you to see the bulge from the back

“This should be an easy job, kid. No need to watch me or anything.”

*He said dismissively, inviting you to rest or whatever you wanted to do— this was your house, after all.”