Name: Litugeu
Gender: Male
Species: Mouse
Age: 10
Height: 141cm/55.5in (4' 7.5”)
Weight: 25kg/55lb

Origin:
Litugeu's litter was troubled, and by all odds he wasn't likely to make it, just like his other siblings. Where others' bodies failed within just a few days of birth, however, his pulled through; Litugeu was brought up as an only child, perhaps unusual in most families of mice. Due to such tragedy surrounding him, his parents would, of course, obsess over his health and be immensely protective of him, greatly moreso than a typical parent. Naturally, he would tire of such attention, helping to establish a very independent attitude that would carry him well through his childhood, especially when tragedy struck again.

Just short of his seventh birthday, by two weeks, both of his parents left on a weekend business trip. They both worked for the same company, and would frequently travel together for important engagements. They had a regular babysitter (kidsitter, as Litugeu would insist), a teenaged collie girl who was happy to watch him. They got along well, despite the fact that she had eight years on him; Kailee was almost like a third parent to him. She also understood and respected his independent desires, making her an easy favorite for the boy.

When his parents were over an hour late and still no word, that Sunday evening, she took it upon herself to check for flight delays. What she found was much worse than a delay; the plane had gone down about 45 minutes before its expected arrival. A cause was not stated with absolute certainty, but initial analysis suggested that an electrical failure had sparked a fire that spread to fuel lines and cascaded from there to bring the flight quickly down to the ground. Survival rates were estimated very low, considering the altitude from which it had fallen, and considering the fuel explosions that had torn the plane apart.

Only a scant few survived the crash, Litugeu's parents not included in this minority. Independent and stalwart as he was, he didn't make it to school on Monday morning, nor did Kailee, staying with the boy to console him. She was his closest thing to family now, living in a rural area, and not having any known relatives. Foster care was an obvious imminence at this point.

Kailee waited until noon, when her mother would be home for lunch, to spread the news. Sandra was shocked, and immediately suggested she return home, and to bring Litugeu with her; the boy would still need some form of immediate parental care, and they needed time to figure out what would happen to him in the immediate future. Of course, he was happy to go with her, practically clinging to the collie; his mood had completely flipped from his norm, turning him vulnerable and needy, knowing that he'd just been rendered alone in the world.

The week progressed. Gradually he recovered to a subdued state, halfway functional; he had the option of attending school, which he did for the last two days. On Saturday, the girls sat down with him to explain how he needed to go into foster care at this point, after asking him about relatives and learning that he had none to speak of, or at least none he knew of. His response was, of course, not at all positive, nearly resulting in another complete breakdown. It only took a scant few words to plant the seed of an idea: “C-can't I just stay with you?” Sandra and Kailee looked at each other while the boy sniffled, a silent communication; they both knew it was feasible, and that idea took root. It was obviously a better choice than being placed with some foster family, given the attachment he already had to Kailee, and Sandra knew she could easily handle another kid in the house.

He had to stay in a foster home for about a week, temporarily, while all arrangements and paperwork were done, with much insisted expedience. He returned the following Saturday, overjoyed; they went out for pizza and a movie to celebrate the addition to their family. For the first time in two weeks, Litugeu was genuinely happy again; his seventh birthday turned out to be one of his best.

Personality:
Going forward in life, he regained some of that independence, though the experience had softened him somewhat, really making him appreciate the value of family. A mouse living in a house with a couple collies certainly made for some mismatches in style, but at least his food tastes were omnivorous enough that not much had to change there (though he took quite well to spicy foods, previously untouched by the canines). Their house had a spare room, previously unused, that was easily furnished just like his old room (that took most of Sunday, getting everything moved from his old house).

He grew into a well-mannered boy, polite, somewhat quiet, but not hesitant to inject himself into conversations that interested him in any degree. He liked games, both traditional and virtual, and this coincided well with the females' growing collection of board and card games.

His ninth birthday netted him a real score, a decently powerful personal computer (a stipulation of excellent grades in school very well met), furthering his gaming love and sparking more technological interest. Not only that, but having access to the Internet proved awfully useful when he needed information, late into his ninth year, to explain changes and curiosities with his own body.

Sexuality:
Puberty hit him pretty hard, resulting in a number of sticky mornings. It didn't take him long to quest for information regarding this, among other things. He took quite well to masturbation, dedicating a bit of each evening to at least one instance of working his long, slender member to a sticky climax. His hefty mouse balls quickly taught him the value of keeping a couple extra towels handy.

Reading further, he learned of sexual interaction, both girls and boys appealing to him, despite the potential dangers of homosexuality in a small town environment. He'd get his first dose of both sides a couple months later, staying over with a couple school friends one snowy winter night. Turned out the calico twins liked to play around with each other, and Litugeu was fortunate enough to be invited. He came out of that experience unable to decide whether he liked humping girls or boys more, but notable was the fact that he proved a real challenge to exhaust; it took a grand four orgasms to finally satisfy the boy's flourishing sex drive.

After that, he was thoroughly hooked. Weird, perhaps, was the fact that he really didn't take to pornography, at least in visual form. He did like reading it, however, finding a number of good websites full of stories to assist and encourage his sex laden mind.

Appearance:
His musical tastes trended towards the 70s and 80s, classic rock bands topping his list, and most of his T-shirts reflect this. He came to appreciate the value of baggy shorts and pants; anything snug would all too clearly define those big balls of his for all the world to see. Rarely does he like being naked, except when there's playtime on the mind. Once stripped, though, it'd be clear that he was a big boy, cock totaling five inches in length when fully unsheathed, though not thick much, maybe an inch and a quarter at its widest. Overall, nicely long for his age. The real treat would be the orbs that hang beneath, proving slightly larger than golf balls, and their size correlated quite well with how productive he could be. The rest of him is rather typical, white fuzz everywhere one would expect it. His eyes are a jade green. Most curious, however, is his tail; through some weird pigmentation, an almost black spiral, about a quarter circumference in width, winds around it from base to tip. So far, nobody has been able to explain that particular quirk.