During A Strom One Time Or Another, I’m Still Afraid Of Thunder.

Characters; Five-Year-Old Fievel (Toddler.) And Denny Mouse.

Fievel and I had spent the whole day together, I was watching him at a Towns Fair happening for mice… by mice. Future is bright, as somehow humans and mice were now getting along.

Mice have even found ways to clean up after their droppings, and not just let them lay. Of course there were some droppings getting hard in mouse closets, but now’s not the time to explain.

In any-case, we spent the day together, as I sometimes carried him, but also let him walk on his own as well. We were both exhausted as Fievel was placed down by me, and I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow of the room in the bed I sleep in.

In simpler words, Fievel and I had separate rooms, as we slept away. A storm began moving in, strong hits of lighting, echoed the buildings in Green River, and then reached Fievel’s ears.

“Denny!!” screamed Fievel.

Another crack of thunder reached young Fievel’s ears, Fievel was out of his bed, halfway down the hall, and screaming “Denny,” again.

“Fievel?” asked poppa.
Some for Tanya. They watched him disappear into my room.

“Denny I’m scared.” said little Fievel as he crawled into bed with me.

“Is Fievel okay?” asked momma.

“Yeah he’s fine, just still scared of thunder storms.” I said.

“Go to sleep.” said Tanya.

“He will.” I said.  “Shhhh, it is just god getting angry. Sleep Fievel.” I said.
He crawled up against me, under my sheet, as that’s all I use in this warm place. I was laying there naked, as Fievel’s pajamas believe it on not, was just a long nightshirt… Fievel had nothing on underneath.

Fievel’s butt was against my penis, I placed my paws the last place I should have placed them, as we did more of a hug then anything else.

“Better?” I whispered.

“Why does god get so angry?” asked Fievel.

“Because of all the mean people in the world.” I said.

“You aren’t mean, I love you Denny.” said Fievel.

“I love you too.” I said.
I was toying with Fievel’s little bits, making him horny as I did.
I worked at trying to get my penis into aim with his anus, sweat buildup and other fluid was on Fievel’s ass. It actually helped, working as a lubricant.

Fievel moaned as I penetrated his young body, Fievel had grown adapted to this, but no one ever seemed to notice. They’d sometimes find lumps in his diaper, which were suppose to go into their disposal system they’d developed with the help of willing humans.

There were lumps on my closet floor, which were hard from sitting there for so long. Same as with Fievel’s floor in his closet, at certain spots… mostly it was cleaned afterward, so as not to be known.

Pretty much, place a plushie on it, and hope momma and poppa don’t pick them up. But the ones shit on already?, they were seen, and momma and poppa said little to nothing about it.
Momma and poppa made me clean mine from time to time.

Anyhow… I pressed my penis at his anus, Fievel moaned but did not scream, being through this so many times by now, he’d now came to enjoy and love this.

I continued to play with his penis, with two paws again, once I got my penis all the way in him. Fievel moaned as I began pumping his anus. He peed a little, and I didn’t mid, even though we’d be a little wet.

Waves of orgasm filled my mind, moaning feeling it through my body, as I moved my penis in and out of Fievel’s body. Thunder cracked, as Fievel twinge some, still a bit scared, but much more calm as he was earlier.

What person in their right minds, makes a boy feel so good during a scary thing like a thunderstorm? Somewhat thought Fievel, as Denny continued pumping his anus.

Fievel moaned in orgasm, as I fiddled with his penis, moving my fingers over Fievel’s shaft. I moved my penis in and out of Fievel’s anus, this and my fingers on his penis, were making Fievel go into orgasm.

I moaned as my orgasms were growing, knowing I would make a cum mess soon. It didn’t matter to me, as I could just do the sheets.
I had extra stuff on my bed, for things like this, as I did not have to worry too much.

Then again I have fell asleep wet before, after doing some intentional peeing in bed. Peeing for orgasm simulation, as it often worked well.

It always works for Fievel as he peed a little more, but wasn’t peeing much of his bladder. Fievel was only peeing enough to stimulate himself.

I felt his squirts, as I played with his penis, getting his pee all over my paws. I did not care one bit, as I masturbated Fievel’s peeing member.

Fievel was making my bedding wet, as I continued moving my penis in and out of his anus. My penis slid easily like we’d used Vaseline or something, but it was just sweat and ass fluid.

Thunder made it to his ears, but he did not seem to tense up as much anymore. Fievel was enjoying what Denny was doing so much, that the storm soon ended up in the back of his mind.

Fievel even heard the storm, but what Denny was doing was so sexually arousing, that the storm still raging was nothing for the moment.

Fievel moaned really long, the kind that was an indicating he would cum a load. I knew I was going to cum a load soon, if I kept moving my penis in and out of Fievel’s body.

“I’m going to cum on your bed Denny.” whispered Fievel to me.

“That’s okay, I’m going to spit it into you Fievel.” I whispered back.
I thrust myself back into Fievel about six times, before I felt my first squirt leaving my body. Fievel quivered some, and then began spitting seminal fluid all over my bed, which I didn’t care about.

Waves hit me hard, as I felt a second squirt leaving my body, into Fievel’s anus, as Fievel spat his seminal fluid onto my bed. I squirt a whole bunch of times, as did Fievel.

When done, I stripped my bed, as it was wet with pee and semen, along with seminal fluid from Fievel, as he peaked too. I placed on only a sheet until morning, and we fell asleep on just that.

Well. On the plastic sheet that is. We laid on only that, and then covered ourselves in just a sheet.

(FIN!)