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It always was such an odd feeling when Kimberly stared in the mirror at herself. Oh, how she despised her huge mousey ears and her huge mousey buckteeth… and the fact that her abundant freckles made it look like someone dumped a pepper shaker on her face… and the fact that she still had braces even though they probably weren’t even doing anything for her at this point. Oh well, she always felt that she was being too hard on herself. The nerdy bookworm aesthetic was all the rage where she came from – and she tended to exploit it even though she never considered herself much of a bookworm but rather just a good student.
If she had a choice to read a book or to not read a book… she would probably not read a book. Though, it is funny how looks could give immediate false impressions of a person. People took one look at her and imagined she smelled like anti-dandruff lotion and, if given the opportunity, would never stop talking about how much of a vegetarian she was and how active she was in saving the atmosphere from pollution.
Kimberly, after finishing changing her clothes to her nightwear, stepped away from the mirror and, instead, opted to plop on her bed – feeling the weight of her strewn-abount books shift in disturbance. It was cold and she felt lazy and bored. Her dorm was always so lonely because her roommate was never around. The annoyingly chipper groundhog, her roommate, tended to spend her time at the local Starbucks or just visiting her family who lived so close that it was pointless to get a dorm room in the first place. Probably in no particular order. Being a writer, she must be in public at all times … or whatever.
It was on nights, such as this, when Kimberly would try to figure out what her wolf friend, Richard, was up to. Richard was actually one of the security guards on campus and it was always so fun to have him come over and tell her how stupid some of the kids would act. Kimberly was most fond of the story where Richard was leaning up against a wall near one of the crosswalks to which he saw a cat girl stroll up and halt, facing the road. A minute passed. Then two. Then five and ten until Richard finally broke free from his idle security-ing for long enough to ask what in hell she was doing.
“I’m waiting for the green light” she said.
The reason Kimberly got such a kick out of that story is the same reason many people get a kick out of one of their friends asking where the fuck the “any” key is on a computer keyboard because the crosswalk lights on this campus were only white and red. No green light. The white, flashing light with the walking stick-man icon seemed to have hovered right over the feline’s intelligence level.
She had a bit of an unusual relationship with Richard too. Neither of them had a significant other to go to – yet they had each other – yet they considered themselves only friends. “Hey, baby boy~” Kimberly would say when she called him.
“Hey, lil’ mousie mouse.” He would respond very warmly and sweetly. These terms of endearment only made them giggle to themselves though rather than do what they were meant to do; being a term of endearment.
“Wanna come over? I’m super bored.” Kimberly twiddled her thumbs as she eyed her stack of books which lie at the very tip of the edge of her bed. “That shit’s gonna fall.”
“Wha?”
“Nothing, just talking to myself.” She giggled. “So, yes or no?”
“It’s my shift to make sure this campus is safe and secure for the night, little lady.”
“So I take that as a ‘yes’?”
“Right you are. At least I’m close-by.”
“Also, don’t call me ‘little lady’ you jerk.” She crossed her arms and rested the phone between her shoulder and ear. “I’m almost taller than you are.”
“Only because your ear-height rivals a snowy mountain,” he remarked, “And all you need to do to be taller than me is just… perk your ears up.”
“Did you have to add the ‘snowy’ part?” she sighed at her friend’s stupidity. “You sound hilarious trying to point out the fact that I’m a white mouse by comparing me with snow.”
“Well, I like snow.” She could hear him shuffling around on the other end. “And I’m surprised you didn—“
“WAIT A SECOND!”
“Ah, there we go.”
“Shut up about my ears, dammit!” she physically tried to pull them down as if that would hide them from the 0 people in her vicinity. He knew how sensitive she was about how huge her ears were even though that was natural considering she is a mouse. She didn’t seem to let that logic sink in, though. “You and your stupid metrosexual hair can go to hell!”
“Hey!” that totally got his attention. She knew how he hated when she’d point out his laziness at his grooming consistency. “I’m too busy to cut my hair, so shut your stupid braceface!”
“I swear, I’m going to smack you in the mouth once you get here—“
She heard a knock at her door and rushed over to open it. Not very true to her word – she pounced into Richard’s arms and laughed her squeaky laugh. “What took you so long?”
“It didn’t.” he responded. “It took me like… a minute.”
“It should’ve taken you a second.” She winked at him from behind the glare of the hallway light in her glasses.
Unable to think of a quick response to her almost flirty statement -- he went for the first thing that came to his mind: “…your braces are still stupid.” He instinctively ducked and covered his face from the oncoming barrage of Kimberly’s flailing strikes.
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“Boring night tonight, huh?” Richard said as he plopped down on Kimberly’s computer chair as she returned to the sanctity of her bed.
“Uuugh… seriously.” She bundled herself in her blanket with only her head and her tail sticking out of each end. To Richard; it just looked like a mouse cocoon. “And I can’t find the drive to finish this stupid assignment. Plus it’s cold and I hate the cold so I don’t wanna do anything until I’m not cold. Fuck the cold. Cold. Cold. Cold.” Her hand emerged from her blanket cocoon just to point at the book and paper in front of her. “Either way. I figured I’m just too stressed at the moment.”
“That’s what I like to hear~” Richard stated rather bluntly. His tail wagged as he assumed what she meant by that. “Need help with some inspiration?”
“Or you could just do my homework for me.” She smirked at him.
“My job is to serve, protect, and help, ma’am.” He spun in the chair and gestured dramatically with each word. “Not do homework.”
“Oooh ho ho. Don’t you pull position on me, big bad wolf.” She lied on her side, her hair pooling over her assignment essentials. “Please tell me where it says on the rent-a-cop-guide-to-the-galaxy where it says that part of ‘serving, protecting and helping’ refers to fucking poor, helpless, unknowing college girls?” she gave a big-eyed focused glare at him as if she were the most innocent creature in the world. “B-but I pee from there.” She mockingly said in the most juvenile voice she could muster.
“Boner gone.” He crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out. “You might as well shot it off with a sniper rifle.”
“Noooo!” Kimberly whined. “I was jokiiiiing. Come on, I was joking!” she sat up and puffed her cheeks at him; her poofy pigtails almost covered by her blanket cloak. “You wouldn’t deprive a poor, stress-ridden mouse of her remedy, would you?” if her eyes could tear up on command, she would be exploiting that so hard right now.
“Hummph.” Richard stuck his legs out and rested his shoe-covered feet on her bed to her dismay. “Why should I help you?”
“Really…?” she sighed and rolled her eyes. “We’re doing this?”
“Whyyyyyyy should I help you?” he prolonged his question.
“Uuugh…” Kimberly sighed but almost fought the giddy urge to laugh her ass off at how silly Richard was for constantly making her beg for what she wanted in order to be dilligent with her work. “…because your cock is the biggest cock ever and no one can eeeeeever match it. Can we have sex now?”
“Nnnnope.” Kimberly almost yelled in protest from Richard’s stubbornness. “Not convincing, little mousie.”
She looked around as if something in her room would be enough to convince him to stop playing hard-to-fuck. But, she ended up getting quite the simply epiphany. Still bundled in her blanked, she lifted it over her torso and slipped her legs out, turned around, and lifted her backside to face him. “It’s freezing. This is all I’m going to stick out.” She muttered – waiting impatiently for a positive response.
“Ahaaaa.” Richard chuckled. “There we go.”
Kimberly heard him get up off the chair and she squealed in delight. “You always have to make it so hard.” Her tail swooshed back and forth as he overzealously hooked his thumbs around her underwear and pajama pants and pulled them both down in a single movement. “I hate it when things are hard.”
“Oh, come on.” Richard shook his head. “This is such an easy joke to make. You seriously just made it way too easy.”
“What do you mean?”
“Uugh… you hate it when things are hard.” He poked her opening with his stiff member. “Would you rather it go in flaccid?”
“…oh.” She felt stupid for not understanding that initially. “…I’d rather it didn’t.”
“That’d be stupid if I did, Kimberly.”
“…Still. I’d like it hard.”
“I get it.”
“…I’m just making sure.”
“You don’t need to make sure, Kimberly.”
“…just being safe.”
“Why do you insist o—“
“Could we have sex now?” she impatiently bumped her backside against him.
“…uugh.”