>I was in a new town, a new place. I should have checked the weather, but who even cares when you're on a job-hunt? Sure, it was warm, but there was a nice breeze that kept things from getting too uncomfortable. It wasn't until the clouds came in, loudly that I began to worry. The thunder had me more than a little worried, there weren't many tall trees to attract any lightning, so I was nervous that I'd have to keep low, or keep thinking grounded thoughts.
>I turned the first corner back towards home but ended up headed by mostly abandoned buildings. Then came the rain. It felt like it was being aimed right at me. Felt like it had been saving up for months. I decided to slip into one of the buildings until things cleared up enough to beat a hasty retreat back to where I'm living.
>I pushed a gutted door open and was thankful to see little in the way of garbage, a few plastic bags blew away as I entered, but apart from that there was nothing but some stacks of pallets and empty boxes. Whoever left packed up all the machinery and whatever they were making and just cleared out of the place. So why did I get the distinct feeling as though I had invaded someone's private space?
>I hunkered down against a support beam and just listened as the storm raged on outside. I pulled my shirt off, and wrung the water out. Then folded it and set it to the side. The steady drone of rain was hypnotic, I found that I was beginning to doze. I would have taken a nap then and there had I not heard a gentle scrape and turned to see my shirt slowly being pulled away by a fuzzy hand.
>"Hey!" I shouted to a pair of green eyes regarding me from the shadows, eliciting a shocked squeak. "Hey, that's mine!" I pulled it back to me, bringing the owner of the eyes and hand with it. There stood a mouse, a girl mouse. Judging by the badge hanging from her neck she was "Adult of consenting age" to which I breathed a sigh of relief. One can't be too careful in these situations.
>She quivered but held strongly onto the shirt, my shirt. I pulled harder which revealed more of her. She couldn't have weighed more than 80 pounds, soaking wet. Not that she was as damp as I'd been. Apart from a soft glisten on her nose, and her somehow immense eyes (for her face anyhow), she looked as dry as dust. "Miss uh mouse..." I started, when she shivered harder. Her eyes narrowed and her ears pinned back. "Uh.. do you need something?" She then regarded my shirt again and suddenly I realized how completely nude she was. "Hey" she said, but it was so quiet I almost assumed it was in my head, she met my eyes with a little more indignant of a look. I realized I had been checking her out.
>Petite hardly does her justice, it's obvious she'd been hungry. Maybe hungry for quite a while by how slender she was, also her nearly complete lack of breasts would have given the impression that she was a boy, if not for the bit between her legs. I didn't think I'd been staring, it felt like only a moment had passed since she was in the light. "Do you mind?" that voice again, so quiet, almost a whisper but still a voice, still distinctly feminine. I stuttered something in the way of an apology and released my shirt, which she slipped right into. It had still been a little damp and clung to any and all curves she had. "So, uh..." (don't say it) "I couldn't help but notice" (fucking idiot, don't.say.it.) "You were uh..." (don't you dare) "that's an interesting uh..."
>"Why are you here?" she interrupted as she straightened out the shirt, then frowned at how her nipples were poking the fabric, puffed the front again, which exposed her crotch, then pressed down on her chest again, covering below but accentuating her chest. I tried not to be nearly so obvious about the show I was getting.
>"It's wet out there."I blurted. "It's raining." She agreed. "Yeah, I kind of got out of the rain." I said, sorting my bag to give myself something to focus on instead of her shape.
>Then my hand closed around an energy bar I forgot I'd packed. (I could give her this! Yeah,and then what? She going to be in debt to you forever? Is this going to be the way you get your shirt back? That shirt is gone, bud.) Fuck! You didn't realize how fast you're going with this. "Miss mouse?" You manage to sputter out, realizing instantly how creepy you sound. "Uh, I know we just met. I'm not trying to pass any sort of judgement or anything" (Keep talking, einstein. if she didn't think you were weird, she will now.) "Yeah?" she stuns you with a reply. Even more stunning is that her entire demeanor has changed now that she's not nearly naked. "Oh... I uh." you continue to blubber words out like you just recently came out of anesthesia, "here." You hand her the energy bar.
>Her nose glistens and wriggles. Gossamer whiskers seem to reach out towards the package. She takes it from your hand and her touch is so soft it's like you'd think a ghost would feel. (That's a weird thought) She takes it in both hands and a claw gently pierces the wrapper slicing it open and her nose stops wriggling and her chest heaves as the scent of (admittedly processed) food fills her. There's a blush that covers her nose and lips, and she just crushes the snack. Even licking the package momentarily before she is suddenly the awkward one. Her eyes dart back to the bag as if she's curious whether there's more snacks. I look back with an expression that says I'm sorry, but nope.
>She moves closer to me and gives a much more warm grin. "The rain is letting up, are you going to abandon me here?" beat (she's looking at me, what did I say? what do I say? she's smiling at me.) "Uh. Well, no..." I start, The blush now reaches her ears." (What do I say?) "I could stay here with you for as long as you need me." I say, trying not to sound too weird about it. "Oh?" she demures "What do you think I need?" (did she just purr? I thought only cats purr! what's happening? how do I keep this going?)
>She put her finger (Finger? Not like a person's finger, her skin felt far more delicate the claw was much softer than I'd expected it to feel. It was bendy in one direction, and firm on the bias.) she touched my chest in any case. "You're soft." she says. "You too." (idiot... You too? Say something less stupid) "I mean, you're beautiful" Her ears both lift straight up, and she scrutinizes my face to see if I am messing with her. "I mean, uh..." but she shushes me. "You're warm and soft. Can we... can I rest on your lap?" I start to speak, but interrupt myself with a hard nod, "Yes, yes you can rest." and with that, she crawled between my legs and rested her head right on my lap. (don't get a boner, fool.) "What was that?" she asks "I, uh... nothing!" to which she smiles, widely, looking straight up at me, then her eyes slowly close, she yawns so big that I yawn too and she curls up & hugs my leg before falling asleep. I doze off as well, noticing that my shirt is doing a lousy job covering her rear. Her cool body pressed against me, her breathing slowing down to match mine, her head nuzzling my middle trying to leech as much warmth as she could get.
>Hours pass, and it's early evening before I wake up. I'm no longer laid against the beam. Now I'm flat on the ground. My arms are wrapped around her tiny waist (wait... her waist?) Her arms are wrapped around my shoulders and her nose is pressed up under my ear. Her legs wrapped around the leg she'd been hugging, well her calves were. Turns out she is shorter than I realized. She sleepily leaned in and kissed my neck, "thank you, lover" she whispers dreamily. "What?" I ask suddenly. "What? she returns."Did you just call me..." "What did I call you?" "Well, uh. Maybe I heard you wrong." then she shifts realizing how we were laid. (Oh NO! Don't think about it.) Her leg... she shifted, but her leg, her leg, where it was, and then she picks herself up and her weight shifts right.on.top.of.it. (No, no, no, don't you dare.)
>I pray to the horny gods that she doesn't notice, then I manage a grin that I don't think is creepy. (Please, gods let me not look creepy.) I lay, and she's upright, straddling my leg, I can feel a heartbeat maybe my own, maybe her's, right where I really wish I didn't. I try not to concentrate on it. She notices me acting odd and animatedly asks "What's wrong?". Animatedly being the key word here. Her hips shift from side to side, and I feel myself roll along her thigh. (She HAD to notice that.) "I uh, nothing." I lied. "You don't look like nothing's wrong." she shifted again, this time with a little bounce (She noticed! Oh god, she noticed.) "I just... have... my back is a little stiff from laying..." "Awww!" she said with a look of genuine disappointment "I didn't mean to hurt you." Her hands then land on my chest, her hips then pivot forward, and everything lines up just to that she then notices what I was trying to be so secretive about. "Oh, OH! Yes, I see..." her leg curls up and her eyes take on a calculating demeanor. "Well, now that you've given me what I need," she does it. I'd have thought she arranged this entire day by that look. "you're not leaving me here, are you?" Her hips shift again with that. My bulge feels lodged in a very compromised position. I feel a sudden urge that I have to fight with all that I am. Then she leans in and whispers "Thank you though, really." and kisses me. I kiss back, confused, her hips lift, relieving some of the pressure, the kiss lights a fire inside, the kiss stuns me, the kiss leaves me helpless and floating and I want her so completely. The kiss makes me desire her with my entire soul. I crane towards her, I pull her to me, I kiss back. Our eyes lock and we kiss and kiss, and we're breathless. She drops back onto my middle, still kissing back. There's this immense pressure building. She's holding my face as though I'm the most precious thing to her, I never want to let her go.
>Outside the thunder returns.
>It feels like the thunder ran a chill up her spine. The way she is caressing and holding my head sends chills up mine. She breaks the kisses and kisses up under my chin, a thousand tiny kisses down my neck and across my chest. Her tiny tongue darting out to taste the salt on my skin. I hear her moan and it's as soft as everything about her. I run my hands up her sides, my shirt is dry now and I just want to touch her fur. I venture getting my hands under (her fur is SO SOFT!) straightens up and giggles "Hey! This is my shirt!" but she doesn't stop me at all. My thumbs slide over her nipples, eliciting another soft moan. "You know...mister...human..." she says between more kisses "one.. might... get the impression... that you set... this... whole thing... up." "What? I mean, I uh.. I live close, but not so close I would know about this spot." I return, "I thought maybe that's why you took... I had the same thought about you. Do you live nearby?" "I live... here." she said with a look of embarrassment that made me die a little, inside.
>The rain roars again. The heat of us roars right along with it. "Not to be uh, presumptuous, but you could come back to my place, with me, if you'd like. It's not so big as your place." I say, trying to disarm my dumb comment. "You're not saying that just to get my clothes off, are you?" "Well," I try to joke "If I stay here, I might just lose my pants." The mouse then undoes the front of said pants; "I might just have to trick you out of those as well." she says with a cheese-eatin' grin. "Besides, you've seen everything I've got; isn't it about time I saw what you brought to me?" I can't argue with that logic and let deft hands almost-expertly peel my pants off of my legs. She then pauses briefly, and drops "her" shirt into my lap, covering both of our sexes & leaving us both bare-chested, so to speak. "This is more like it." she says in a soft and dreamy voice. I reply that "If this is a dream, please don't let me wake up."
>Her fur is so whispy so white on her chest, her nipples are dainty. They blush the same as her nose. Lovely, pink, and petite. They angle away from each other challenging one another for my attention. I kiss each softly taking them one by one between my lips. The mouse absolutely trills at this, and she works harder on my pants. She hits a temporary snag as her legs are wrapped around me such that the pants won't move. "Could you, uh..." and I lifted her from my lap, freeing her to slide my pants down to my knees, leaving a tentpole under my shirt. "Thank you, lover" she repeats with a smile that could melt steel. "I dreamed about us," she casually says while touching me through my shirt "earlier when we napped." I suddenly ache from my balls to my chest. "A-about th-this?" I wheeze out. "About us, about you, me, I didn't know if you would want that, but I dreamed you would." "What happened in the dream?" "Well, I pulled this shirt away..." she says, dragging the shirt upwards between our bodies "...aaaand." she straddled me, one hand on my shoulder to steady herself, her other hand handling me, I feel my tip brush against her fur and flesh, and she makes another expression of calculation. "I woke up."
>My breath catches in my chest entirely. I eye her desperately, I don't even know what to say. (It's so close!) She rubs me across her flesh some more and shifts her hips from side to side, "This part, might hurt a little." she says, mostly to herself. There is pressure, and heat, and almost the feeling of tying a bunch of rubber bands around my finger, but nowhere near any of my fingers. Now her expression is one of desperation, she pants and grunts (even her grunts are soft!) then a moan that sounds like total relief. She moves her hand to my hip, and rocks, and I'm in. I've been in, and I'm being pinched but in the most lovely way. She pulls my neck in for another kiss. I'm so drunk with her, my blood roars in my ears. We kiss madly.
>I feel crushed within her, I feel huge within her, our passionate kisses burn like fire. Her eyes locked to mine, two sparkling emeralds huge and soulful. I try to match her gaze, it's so intense. She says "I love you" into my lips, I say it back into hers. She drops herself lower onto me grunting sweetly with each dip, my cock is almost numb from her grip on me, but I feel bigger than I've ever felt, the mouse somehow manages to keep pushing me deeper, her breath shudders into my lips and between kisses are grimaces, maybe even winces, I feel...amazing, but also a little bad. I want this so much that I try to lift her up, causing her to furrow her brow before impaling herself further onto me. "You can't pull out! We're not done yet!" she's more than halfway down and the feeling comes back to me, more than I realized, I feel EVERYTHING, I feel where she'd been clamped at first, then 1/4 and 1/2 and our heartbeats, I could feel her breathing I could feel her cervix dancing on the tip of me, like a tiny rubber eraser, I could feel the constriction of her g-spot across the top of my dick, holding me in I could feel her lips taking in ever more of my flesh. With a twist of her hips she slides all the way onto me. Leaving both of us stunned, grinning for a moment, before breaking out into another tempestuous bout of kissing. "I need you!" "I need this so bad!" Her breath hitches and I feel her flutter on me She squeaks, right onto my lips, I feel her mash herself into me, she clamps her legs onto me and buries her maw into my neck before screaming. I'm pulled in completely, she clamps down so hard I think I'm about to lose my best pal. I feel her body milking me, and it's too much. My seed bubbles up like molten metal, I think I'm about to bite my tongue due to the intensity. She gurgles out of her scream and kisses me as deeply as she can get, my jaw unlocks and I let her melt me entirely.
>In the afterglow, angels sing. I vaguely worry about being stuck like this.