Squirrel Panties Radio
by A.D. Burrows (D'Otter)
...a short story in response to a challenge from D.M. Falk

The young mouse loved getting dressed to music. She played her favourite station on the radio, dawdled until the right music came on, then...

"You're listening to the hits on The Edge, ninety one point one!"

She quickly washed her paws, ran out of the bathroom ands slid on the slick, tile floor into her bedroom, stopping in front of her dresser. She knew this song by its intro, the tom-tapping of tribal drums; it was one of her favourites to get dressed to! The singer was a girl from India and sang delightfully suggestive lyrics which thrilled the mouse to her... well! She swayed and posed to the opening chords, keeping time to the beat. The singer started chattering something in Hindi, trilling over the last word; the mouse started rolling up her night gown, teasing her dresser mirror with little glimpses of her breasts. Finally she pulled it over her head. She wiggled her shoulders to make her breasts shake back at herself before pulling the night gown off of her paws and tossing it aside on the bed.

By now the singer was into English lyrics which mainly concerned desire. The mouse was swaying her hips now, slithering her tail from side to side, playing with the strap of the panties that she normally wore under her nightgown. She thought about the singer, a gorgeous Bengali tigress, thought about dancing with her, and dance leading to more...

For a moment her thoughts flashed back to Sunday mornings, getting dressed for Sunday School, her mother playing dull, churchy music on the radio. How horribly boring it was! She looked at herself in the mirror; she was no child now! Her breasts were small but firm and well defined with pert, pink nipples; her hips were slim but curvy, her tummy flat with a suggestoin of the belly button under her fur. She undid her panties and pulled them off slowly, rubbing the base of her tail, her rear entrance, her nether lips with the silky fabric and its slightly rougher strap. She writhed and twirled to the music, enjoying her nudity and the driving beat. She twirled her panties over her head and tossed them towards the laundry hamper.

Her panties entirely missed the hamper. They flew out the window instead. The mouse dashed after them, the radio and the sexy music forgotten, to see where they went. She found them outside, in the branches of the cherry tree that shaded her window. A wild squirrel was sitting under them, its face invisible under the silky fabric. It pulled them off indignantly and stared at them, nonplussed.

"Hey!" the mouse cried. "Those are mine, give 'em back!"

The squirrel looked back at her. It looked her up and down. The mouse realized that most of her naked body was visible in the window. For a moment she froze, undecided, then slapped her arms over her breasts, her paws over her... well.

"Please?" she pleaded.

The squirrel seemed to think for a moment. It sniffed the panties and looked back at her. Then it stuffed as much of the material into its mouth as it could and dashed away through the tree limbs, its masculine parts briefly visible.

"Hey!" the mouse yelled, but she realized at once that her panties were gone. She sighed. "No use getting my knickers in a twist," she grumbled. The radio played on.

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