Greedy Rodents


The grass rustled as a large rat poked her nose out of her den. Her slender nose sniffed the air ready to dart back inside at the slightest sign of danger. One sniff, two sniffs, and three sniffs told her the coast was clear. She clambered out of the den, the nose was followed by a pudgy face,  the fur around her whiskers and eyes were grayed from many seasons. Her eyes however were still a bright blue, like the sky on a clear spring day. 


Her face was followed by an ample chest, the thin fabric of the rat's apron barely held back the rodent's mature busts. Her large nipples were proudly outlined in the fabric as her belly made its way out of the den. The pleasantly plump rodent belly showed the lovely grandma rarely missed a good meal. Her equally plump rear and tail followed. She wore nothing but an apron as she stood and stretched. 


The scent of fresh wild strawberries on the wind was alluring. She had waited all winter and spring just for the first day the sweet succulent berries would be ready to harvest. She had a big family to feed after all, 30 grown children and her 120 grandchildren. Every single one of them loved fresh strawberries and cream. 


She hiked up her apron and blushed softly as a small jingle emanated from between her chubby legs. The sound came from her youth, a sibling had convinced her to pin a bell to her lady bell. It had been a painful experience and caused quite the fuss with her parents, but now it was a pleasant reminder of her youth and those that were no longer around. Her tail swished stirring a disgruntled grasshopper from where it was resting on a leaf. It chirped at her angrily before hopping off to find a more private place to nap.


"Silly thing," she chittered at the insect before turning her nose to the wind. The sweet smell was coming from the woods not too far away. She scurried as fast as her chubby body allowed, making a soft chiming noise as she ran. It didn't long to find the strawberry patch, never once in her long lifetime had her nose failed her. It wasn't about to start now
. 
She hopped along the fence looking around making sure there weren't any predators nearby before she climbed down into the patch. In all her years this was her favorite time, she thought to herself as she ran a paw over a fat red berry. Unable to resist she bit into one of the berries. 
With a little moan and bright red juice flowing down her chin, she snuck a paw under her apron and into her slit. She nibbled and diddled her bells as she greedily devoured a small patch of the sweet treats. Behind her she left a sticky trail of mixed juices as she moved deeper into the patch. By now her apron was stained with strawberries and she smelt sweet and musky as she started to pick berries and stuff them in the messy fabric.


"Now what do we have here?" a fox spoke softly behind her. His nose was plastered to the ground taking in a deep wiff of berry and rat sex.
 
"Epp!!! Um um hi Mr. Fox. I'm just picking berries for my family." she stammered as she clutched her upturned apron. A deep blush on her cheeks as the canine had a wide view of her dripping honey pot.


"I come out for a stroll and find a naughty rat pillerfering my berries." he pressed in so close his nose rested against the rat's jingling bell. 


"I didn't know they were yours. I'm just trying to feed my family." she huffed as his hot breath made her little piercing jingle softly.


"Normally I like my meals on the younger side, but today I think I'll try something more mature. After all you are plenty plump and you did violate my berry patch in more than one way." he grinned as he nipped at the rat's bell.


"No, mister Mr. Fox," She huffed, throwing a strawberry at his eyes. The sticky berry nailed the vulpine right between his eyes and splattered juice blinding him. The granny rat darted off around the fox who was clutching at his face with his paws. She giggled, still munching on a berry as she ran. She hopped onto the fence and over to the otherside till she came to a blackberry bush.


"Oh, those look nice," she panted as she stuffed a pawful of the tart berries into her muzzle.
"Now my blackberries?" the fox hollowered behind her. She epped and stuffed a few more of the berries into her apron and scampered up a branch.


"Ha, Mr. Fox you are to big to get me here." She teased the frustrated canine before scurrying higher, never letting her apron spill any of her hard earned berries. "Theres home" she smiled as she started to hurry. Her pace picked up as she could smell a fox lurking somewhere near the rear of her burrow. 


"HURLK!" Her eyes bulged out as she gasped, in her haste she missed a vine of ivy that had grown into a loop. She ran right into the natural snare unexpectedly choking herself. The berries spilled from her lap as she let go of the apron to pull at the tightly wound vegetation. Just as she worked a finger under the vine a rustle below her made he feet slip. She only caught the glimpse of an orange tail and deep chuckle before she dropped.


Her paws kicked cutely as she dangled, the vine was short so her fall was relatively gentle. Her pudgy body and ample breasts did help stretch out her neck. She stared up into the blue sky as she dangled, short of breath. What she felt wasn't sadness but excitement, her bells tingled as a breeze made her sway. 


She smiled as her paws groaped at her chest, her cunny being a bit too hard to reach. Her thick tail curled into a lovely knot as she pinched her large areolas as her legs kicked more. Below her the fox was sitting staring straight up as some of the rat's honey dripped onto his tongue.


Grandma rat wiggled as she swung knowing soon she would join her siblings in the Dark Forest as a shudder shook through her body. "I hope Mr. Fox enjoyed the view," she thought as her bright eyes glazed over. Her tail flopped limply as her bladder emptied onto the awaiting fox. 
The fox licked his lips of the tangy fluid and trotted off just in time as he heard the soft plop plop of rat pellets hit the ground where he had been sitting. He looked back at the cute mouse lady hanging just out of reach. Each little gust of wind made her tinkle like a windchime.


Several days later her family would arrive to find their sweet gram missing but her larder was stocked full of strawberries and blackberries. Sitting on her table next to a bowl of fresh meadowcream was a small golden bell.