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Art/story and Moira is created by
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"Hello, I'm Peter Moosbridge." The older Moose anchor spoke in a well-rehearsed tone.
“And I'm Fabienne Growley” His feline co-anchor followed with.
"And welcome to the Zootopia News Network's six o'clock news." The moose cleared his throat sharply. "Our top story tonight, terror in Tundra Town after a bomb scare at a local Bears and Nobull leads to the evacuation of an entire city block. This was apparently in response to the scheduled book signing of the controversial author and inter-species advocate..."
The news faded to a dull hum as Rave let out a tired sigh. As always there was nothing on tee-vee worth watching. It would have made the mammal wonder just why he still continued to pay for premium cable had his mind not been preoccupied with other things. Namely, one Moira Murinellie, an increasingly reoccurring Hungr app booty call. The spunky little mouse whose eyes were bigger than her uterus was quite the enigmatic and interesting creature. Her rather 'adventurous' tastes and unwillingness to give up despite overwhelming odds in the bedroom had endeared her to Rave quite a bit. Well that, along with just how quickly she had learned how to play on his sexual prompts despite the size difference. Somehow, she always managed to leave him more than satisfied, and hungry for more.
And that hunger was what was currently keeping his mind so fixated on the mouse in that moment. The gnarling anticipation in his chest burning just a bit more intensely each time he glanced over at his dormant cell phone. Moira had proposed a rather interesting new idea, a novel way to finally 'bridge the size gap' as best they could without the risk of bodily harm, and after hearing her out it had left the raccoon eager to give it a whirl.
'Teledildonics, the future of simulated sex'. At least, that's what it said on the box. While Rave hadn't been thrilled to venture into the 'Bootopia Bootique' in downtown Savanna Central, if the sleeve worked as well as advertised, it would be worth the few minutes of awkward discomfort walking into that place had brought him as well as the price. Now all he was waiting on was the call.
The mouse was away for the weekend. Some big architectural conference in Seaotter that was 'bound to leave her frustrated and annoyed' according to her. Therefore she felt it would make for the perfect opportunity to test how well the whole 'wifi pairing and synchronization' feature really worked. A perfect stress-relieving end-cap to her busy workday. And hey, Rave was more than down to get some stress relief of his own, especially with the mouse at the helm.
“...A device was discovered in a bathroom stall at the bookstore, but it was quickly revealed to be nothing more than a prop, much to the relief of the ZPD.”
The moose continued to drone as Rave's eyes darted to the phone once more. The raccoon biting his lip slightly as he recalled the text. Moira had said six, he was sure of it.
"However, Chief Martin Bogo has stated that while the device was nothing more than a crude hoax, it is no reason to take the crime lightly. “It has to do with intent.” The Chief stated. “And the intent here was-”
BZZZT! BZZZT!
Raves phone lit up, shuddering in place as it rumbled against the couch fabric. The raccoon practically darted for the object, desperately trying to scoop it into his paws as quickly as possible. But his over-eagerness seemed to give the object the properties of a slick bar of soap, causing him to nearly drop it several times as he fought to keep it in his grasp before finally managing to answer it.
In a flash, the Muzzletime app opened, revealing the familiar face of Moira as she held her own phone out and away from herself.
“Hey you.” The mouse cooed, offering a mild wave.
Rave smirked, running a paw through his hair in an effort to maintain his cool after the impromptu game of hot potato he had played with his phone.
"What's happenin' Tiny Wonder?" The raccoon cooed slyly. "How was your meeting?"
Moira let out a soft giggle. “Exhausting and frustrating as expected.” The mouse sighed. “ The only time any questions were lobbed my way, they had nothing to do with architecture and everything to do with joking about how ridiculous it was that I have a wolf working at my office.” Moira shook her head. “Needless to say, nothing productive got done.”
“Sounds like they were a bunch of jagoffs.” Rave replied.
That earned a giggle from the mouse.
"You don't know the half of it." The mouse shook her head. "I didn't think otters were such close-minded jerkwads."
Rave watched as the diminutive mouse guided the phone ahead of her as she walked.
“All that said...” Moira continued. “I could really use some stress relief.”
The raccoon smiled broadly, flashing his teeth. “Well I'm more than happy to 'help'.” Rave cooed, bobbing his eyebrows suggestively as he emphasized the word.
With a giggle, Moira seemed to set the phone down, propping it up against something unseen as she trailed backward toward her bed.
“I was hoping you'd say that.” The mouse replied with a giggle before plopping down on the plush bedding behind her.
Rave watched as the mouse began to remove her business jacket, leaving it hanging off a single-arm before leaning off-screen. The mouse seemed to be rifling through her belongings based on what Rave could hear.
"Ah, here it is." he could her the mouse mutter before leaning back into the frame. The petite rodent now held a box similar to the one Rave's sleeve had come in. The mouse brought the box closer to the screen for a moment before shaking it lightly.
"Here it is!" The mouse chirped happily before drawing the box back. Rave watched as she opened the box, using a single dainty paw to slide the rather impressive looking dildo out of its protective casing. It wasn't exactly like Rave's, they hadn't gone as far as getting custom molds in order to keep one hundred percent accuracy. But it was close enough resemblance to his own cock aside from the drastic size reduction to theoretically recreate the same sensations.
As the phallus itself cleared the box, a long, clear wire with a motorized bulb attached to the end slid out along with it.
“I've already set it up with the right internet address and password settings.” Moira cooed, holding the plastic staff up slightly and giving it an excited jiggle. “And it's got synthetic cum that it's supposed to inject the moment your sleeve detects your orgasm.” The mouse giggled, flashing the raccoon a smirk before running her tongue along the length of the plastic facsimile in a suggestive manner.
“I can only hope it tastes as good as the real thing.” The mouse cooed with a warm smile. But her smile faltered slightly as she raised a curious brow Rave's way.
“You did get your sleeve, right?” Moira asked.
With a sly smile, Rave held up his own silicon self-pleasurer.
“Oh yeah.” The raccoon chuckled. “I'm more than ready to go. Just hit me with that wifi info and we can start the show.”
Moira's smile returned, practically beaming as she tossed the box, as well as her jacket aside.
“Well then, let's put the warranty on these bad boys to the test.” The mouse replied with a mischievous smirk.
Rave couldn't enter the wifi key fast enough as Moira leaned back into her mattress, lifting her legs in the air as she began to tease off her panties. All the while the petite, moppy headed mouse dragged out reading off each digit in a sultry, pleading tone. As she rounded off the final digit, the rodent flicked her panties away from the tip of one of her toes, giving the raccoon an eyeful of her petite little mound as she wiggled her hips. Her tiny sex was kissed with the the slightest hint of a blush, and as she shifted in the light of the room, Rave could just make out the barest sheen of moisture around her slit which caused him to lick at his muzzle subconsciously.
Settling back into a sitting position, the mouse left her legs open as she began to unbutton her blouse.
“Did it take the key?” Moira asked.
Rave blinked dumbly for a moment before he remembered just what he was supposed to be doing. The raccoon let out an awkward chuckled before sharply pressing his thumb down on the enter key.
“Just a sec.” Rave replied, his eyes temporarily fixing to the small LCD panel on the side of the sleeve. The raccoon idly tapped his thumb against the device as the words 'connecting' flashed again and again, his eyes periodically darting back to Moira and the prize between her legs as his impatience grew, among other things. Just the sight of Moira's entrance had the raccoon half way out of his sheath, and the more he watched the mouse as she idly shifted her legs around, the more tight and uncomfortable his underwear grew.
'Synced'. The moment the words crawled across the screen, Rave's free paw made a bee-line for his briefs, the raccoon tugging them down harshly with a hooked thumb as he tried to keep the phone's camera on him with the other. Of course, it resisted when met with the lump that had formed in the front of his pants. But with a few more terse, sharp tugs his cock finally sprung free of the garment, bobbing up almost like it had been attached to a spring as it continued to swell.
“Ooh...” Moira moaned softly. “Is that big piece of meat for me?”
Rave glanced back at the phone, flashing the mouse a sly grin.
“You bet it is...” Rave chuckled, stroking his length with a paw. “Here's hoping it isn't too much for you, even if it is the 'simulated' version.”
The raccoon watched as the petite mouse picked up the silicone toy, once again sticking out her tongue before drawing the toy across it. As she did, Rave could feel the sleeve that lie next to his leg shudder slightly.
“Well, we'll just have to put that to the test.” The mouse chuckled as she scooped a small tube of lubricant up with her other paw. Popping open the cap, the rodent began to drizzle some gel onto the tip of the dildo before tossing the tube aside and running it up and down the length with her paw. Rave was quick to follow suit, the raccoon opening his own tube and dripping it onto his member as he watched the mouse thoroughly work the lubricant over her own toy. It was cold at first, but the raccoon's own preparatory strokes quickly warmed the gel to a more pleasurable temperature.
Seemingly satisfied with her handiwork, the mouse repositioned herself on the bed, turning her back to the camera as carefully positioned the dildo below herself. Holding it in place with a paw, the mouse cautiously straddled herself over it, allowing the tip to just barely kiss her entrance as she turned her attention back to Rave.
“Okay...” The mouse cooed, biting a lip as she prodded her own sex with the dildo's tip. “I-I'm not sure how easy it's going to be for us to keep in sync...” The mouse murmured. “So let's try and start at the same time...”
Rave nodded briskly, wiping his lubed up paw on his couch before scooping the sleeve into his freshly cleaned paw. Taking a moment to make sure the clit was facing the right way, the raccoon carefully lined up the toy with the tip of his shaft.
“What are you thinking?” Rave asked, quirking a brow. “A three count?”
Moira nodded, pressing her mound against the head of her toy with a bit more firmness. In tandem, Rave could feel the mouth of the sleeve begin to grip the head of his phallus, causing him to shudder slightly.
“Okay...” Rave breathed softly, tightening his grip around the sleeve. “One...”
“Two...” Moira murmured, shifting her hips in a circular motion against the tip, which caused the sleeve to ripple with remarkable precision.
“Three!” The pair sounded off in unison, both pressing into thier respective toys with some degree of care. With a bit of prodding, the head of Moira's toy slipped into her slit, causing the rodent to let out a soft moan. But Rave was a bit slower on the draw. Despite it being adequately lubed, it took a bit more of an aggressive thrust to finally get his head inside the supremely tight toy.
It was in that instant that Moira seemed to almost buck in place, the mouse letting out a surprised squeak as Rave felt the sleeve squeeze tightly around his head. It was clear that now that they were both in, the sync had finally kicked in properly.
The raccoon grit his teeth tightly in response, letting out a ragged breath as he adjusted took a moment to adjust to the pressure.
“Y-you okay?” Rave muttered.
“Wonderful...” Moira chuckled, the mouse having stopped for the same reason, the dildo's tip still nestled snugly in her entrance as she glanced back at her phone. “How's it o-on your end?”
Rave chuckled. “Amazing.” The raccoon shook his head. “Is this what you feel like?”
“Hold on...” The mouse replied. Rave watched as she began to swivel her hips in a small circle, her firm rump flexing and relaxing as she 'experimented' with the toy now partially inside her. In response to her ministrations, Rave could feel the 'muscles' in the sleeve clench almost in perfect synchronization, causing the raccoon to let out a soft moan as he struggled to keep his phone steady in his other paw.
The mouse flashed him a playful smirk. “I guess so.” Moira giggled.
Rave ran a shaky paw through his mane of head fur. “Damn, you're as tight as a drum...” The raccoon breathed, his mind awash with various praises for the miracle of modern technology. Originally Rave had thought the sleeve was fairly over priced, but now he was more than willing to admit to himself it was well worth the money.
“Hold on.” The raccoon smirked as he adjusted his grip along the sleeve, shifting it around the head of his shaft while gingerly prodding the walls of the sleeve. Moira's tail curled in response, the mouse letting out a low moan as she remained teetering about the remaining shaft.
“Did you-?”
“Yes!” Moira hissed sharply. “I-I felt that...”
Taking a moment to steady herself, the mouse pulled her blouse off and tossed it to her side before carefully turning herself around to face the camera once again. The petite rodent flashed Rave a expression that seemed to be made up of a mixture of arousal and mild concern.
“L-let's start slow...” Moira murmured.
“Don't want to pop to quickly now?” Rave chuckled.
Moira rolled her eyes slightly. “I could say the same to you.” The mouse tried to maintain a confident smile, but her voice trembled slightly at the end of her reply.
“Uh-huh...” Rave smirked.
“On three again?” Moira quickly followed up, her tiny hands gripping her bed-sheets as a look of determination came over her.
“One...” Rave's grip tightened on the sleeve once more.
“Two...” Moira could feel the head of the toy throbbing in her nethers.
“Three.” One cue, Rave began to ease the rest of his shaft in to his sleeve, keeping a close and careful eye on Moira's own progress as he tried to match it. Each minuscule inch not only drew another soft squeak from the mouse, but increased the pleasurable suckle of the 'muscles' within the sleeve as it pulled him ever deeper. Rave let out a pleasurable groan.
“R-rut...” The raccoon muttered.
A series of moans and squeaks, and soon enough the pair had managed to bury themselves to the hilt of their devices. Although he wouldn't admit it, Rave had wanted nothing more than to take a moment to catch his breath. Moira's loins, even simulated, were the most exquisitely tight thing he had ever felt. Unfortunately, even though neither of them were consciously moving, the synchronized connection was translating every internal twitch and spasm into their respective silicone counterparts, which only served to tease the pair that much more.
Slowly, perhaps even somewhat reluctantly, Rave began to slide his cock out of the sleeve, his eyes remaining trained on just how deeply Moira's dildo was buried within her as he did in order to try to remain as synced up as possible. He watched her slowly draw the length out of her before carefully easing back down again, analyzing her rhythm and doing his best to keep in step as he began to pump in and out of the sleeve.
“Ooh...” Moira cooed, biting her bottom lip with her buck teeth. “Rave...”
Confident he had the rythm down, the raccoon allowed his eyes to slip shut as he began to imagine himself actually sliding into the mouse's hot, inviting entrance. Feeling her insides gripping his shaft exquisitely as he held her in his arms. With the way the sleeve gripped against his hard cock as the petite mouse moaned his name, it almost seemed like it was real. As if she really could be riding him in that moment, regardless of the reality of the situation.
“Shit Moira...” The raccoon groaned.
He only cracked open an eye for a moment, just to reaffirm that he was staying on rhythm just in time to catch the mouse with her eyes shut as tightly as he imagined his own had been. The little rodent seemingly losing herself to the same fantasy as she slid the silicone staff in and out of her increasingly dripping sex.
The raccoon smiled to himself before drifting back into his fantasy.
Rave kept up a steady, consistent pace, breaking occasionally to mix in a slow, lingering withdraw. The raccoon wanted to tease the mouse, and if the sensation and pulses within the silicon sleeve were anything to go by, he was easily succeeding. With each slow, drawn-out removal of his shaft, he could feel her muscles twitch and spasm in response. Her walls hungrily drawing at his length in a desperate effort to keep him nestled deep within her sex, and the raccoon couldn't help but bask in the sensation.
“Oohh....” The rodent moaned, easing down on her dildo to match the raccoon's ministrations as best she could despite the gnawing urge to simply continue riding it as hard as she could. Part of her wanted to play along of course, but the other part hated being teased. And what's more, the unannounced changes in rhythm continued to throw off her own movements, taking her out of the illusion slightly.
“Rave, baby...” The mouse cooed. “You have to stop teasing...Mhh...” The rodent mumbled. “Or at least tell me when you're gonna do that...”
The raccoon chuckled as his length once again filled the sleeve, eliciting a pleasant squeak from the rodent.
“Right....sorry.” Rave grinned sheepishly.
"Normally I'd love it..." The rodent cooed as she began to gyrate her hips around the plastic placeholder for Rave's own cock. "But it's making the 'flaws' of this wh-whole wifi thing very app-apparent."
Rave could feel the sides of the sleeve swivel around the base of his length, drawing a pleasurable shudder from the mammal as a chill ran down his spine.
“Yeah, yeah...” The raccoon replied, offering the mammal a small frown. “Shame we can't do the real thing...”
“Mhh...I'd love that...' The mouse cooed, drawing the plastic shaft out of her nethers before slipping back down on it. The mouse let out a soft moan, biting her lip for a moment as she savored the hot, throbbing sensation Rave's member signaled to her in response.
“But until they invent some s-sort of shrink ray...or some other miracle breakthrough th-this is the best we've got.”
Rave let out a sigh,
“Well then, let's make the best of it.” The raccoon replied, offering the rodent on the other end of his phone a sly smile.
Moira giggled, the mouse slowly slipping back into the pairs previous rhythm as she rode the plastic shaft.
“T-That's the spirit!” The rodent replied with a giggle. “Now fill me up Ringtail...”
The raccoon's ears perked at her request. It was no secret to Moira that the idea of knocking a mammal up was a huge turn-on for Rave, much in the same way Moira liked her mammals 'impossibly big'. But it was also the perfect way to draw him right back into the fantasy.
“With pleasure...”The raccoon cooed, once again picking up speed with his thrusts in order to catch up to the rodent on the other side of the screen.
Once again Rave's eyes slipped shut, the image of a raccoon sized Moira riding on his lip filling his thoughts as he pumped in and out of the plastic sleeve, the grip of her inner walls pulling and suckling at his cock with renewed vigor as he lost himself to the dream.
He could already feel that heat building in his loins, that familiar tingling at the base of his spine telling him that his first orgasm was starting to build. But he had to hold out. He wanted to make damn sure his petite little mate was just as close as he was before filling her with his seed.
“O-Oh gods!” The mouse hissed, bucking sharply on the dildo as she came down with a particular heavy pump. However, she only lingered for a moment before slipping right back into the pace that Rave was setting. She could feel the tension building in her inner muscles, the heat starting to consume her sex as her orgasm drew near.
“Y-Yes Rave! Yes!” The mouse groaned loudly. “Just, ju-just like that! Oh rut...”
Rave could practically feel her on him now. He could imagine his paws on her hips, guiding her up and down on his length as she drew her arms around him. He could almost pick up her scent, the smell of her hair, as well as the scent of her moist, dribbling muff and it bounced up and down on his cock.
For Moira, in her mind's eye, she could practically see the raccoon seated below her, his paws grasping her ass tightly as she continued to bound on his lap. The sound of his groans and grunts over the phone sound closer and less distorted as her orgasm drew that much closer. For a second, she could almost swear she could feel his breath against her chest, and the rodent grabbed a breast in response, imagining it was Rave's paws that were feeling her up.
The technical shortcomings of the wifi connection seemed to be fading with each stroke, as the two mammals grew to anticipate each other movements on what seemed to be an instinctual level. It seemed like there was practically no discrepancy now, and with every change in speed the pair seemed to adapt without missing a beat.
Moira could feel the fire that had grown within burning her up as her orgasm drew near. She was so close now, so very close.
“R-Rave...” The mouse moaned.
“Ahh...!” The raccoon tried to reply, but the heat in his loins had grown to be unbearable. He was so close, so very close.
“Lo-look at me!” The mouse groaned. “Look at me now!”
The raccoon was reluctant to open his eyes, to leave the fantasy that hid behind the dark comfort of his eyelids. But Moira's tone demanded attention, and soon enough he snapped his eyes open long enough to glance at the phone in his paw.
Moira stared back at him, her expression cool and confidant as she looked back at him with her shimmering purple eyes. The rodent casually drew her hair from her eyes with a paw.
“Cum in me Rave.” The rodent cooed. “Fill me to the brim!”
That was all he needed to hear, The raccoon's eyes snapping shut again as the mouses' statement combined with the next thrust sent the mammal over the edge.
"R-R-RUUUUT!" Had the raccoon's eyes not been shut as tightly as he could muster, he was certain his vision would have gone blurry as he felt the first powerful spasm of his orgasm. Rave's phone slipped out of his paw as his body began to tremble. His hot seed blasting out as though a dam had burst as it began to flush into the silicon sleeve.
On Moira's end, she only heard the small motor kick on for a split second before she was treated to a thick spray of hot, sticky seminal substitute suddenly filling her her loins. The sudden surge of heat and moisture sending her muscles into overdrive as her orgasm reached its crescendo. The mouse lolled her head back, practically shrieking as wave after wave of pleasure racked her tiny form, the mouse clutching her paws to her face from the overwhelming stimulation.
The tightening of Moira's muscles only served to grip the sleeve tighter around the Raccoon's sensitive cock. The sleeve hungrily suckling at his member as he injected stream after stream of his sticky juices in time with each spasm. It kept drawing more and more out of him, the sensation almost growing painful as he drained his balls into the toy clutched to his groin. All the while his eyes remained tightly shut as he envisioned Moira in the sleeve's place. The mouse's tight little muff wrapped around his cock as his cum burbled out from around the edges.
For the briefest of moments, it felt real.
“Oooh....Rave baby...” The mouse cooed, her tiny form shuddering as she rode out the last of the fainting pulses from within her loins. The pleasurable sensations had left her feeling almost light headed. “T-That was...”
“Incredible...” The raccoon shuddered as his length let out a final, withering spasm. It was a dry fire, triggered more by the over-stimulation of being effectively drained completely by the rodent's hungry sex.
“Definitely worth the investment.” The mouse replied, pushing her hair out of her face with a paw as she glanced back toward her phone. “Not too bad for a toy huh?”
Rave managed a rather weak chuckle, the raccoon finally opening his eyes as he scooped his phone back into his paw. On the other end, he could see an equally bedraggled and thoroughly pleased looking Moira staring back at him, the rodent running a finger through some of the seminal substitute that had landed on her breasts after the toy had slipped free of her nethers.
“It certainly does what it says on the box.” Rave replied, earning a giggle from the mouse.
“Well...despite being close to it...” Moira replied. “I'm sure it pales in comparison to the real thing.”
Rave let out a soft sigh, glancing down at the sleeve still hugging his cock. The device now seeming significantly colder and unfeeling now that Moira was disconnected from it.
“Same here...” The raccoon muttered. “I really wish we could...” Rave placed a paw on his neck, rubbing it uneasily as he struggled to find his words.
“Me too Rave...” The mouse replied sweetly. “There's not a day that goes by that i don't wish I was a more 'averaged' sized mammal.” Moira continued with a soft sigh. “ At least one with a little more sexual flexibility.”
“Yeah...” Rave replied in a despondent tone.
“But hey...at least we have this? Right?” The mouse added with a hopeful tone. “I mean, had this been a hundred years ago...”
“Yeah, yeah...” The raccoon replied, cutting the mouse off as he could already tell where she was going with her statement. “I'm grateful for it.” Rave replied, scratching the back of his head. “I'm glad for all of it.”
Moira flashed him warm smile.
“Me too...” The little mouse replied. “And hey, as soon as I'm back in town we can get together again okay?” Moira's lids drooped slightly as she flashed the mammal a sultry glare. “We can add these toys to the bedroom and truly 'immerse' ourselves...” The mouse cooed.
That earned an equally warm smile from Rave.
“It's a date Moira.” Rave replied.
The mouse giggled. “I'm going to hold you to that ringtail.” Moira replied as she began to swab more aggressively at the fake semen drabbled across her lithe stomach.
“How bout dinner and a movie?” Rave asked.
“As long as you don't mind me sitting on your head if we go to a normal theater.” The mouse replied with a giggle. “I mean...not like we have a choice, I can't exactly take you to the theater in Little Rodentia.”
“Fine by me Babe.” The raccoon replied with a sly smirk.
There was an audible buzz as the camera view in Rave's palm seemed to shudder, causing the mouse to tilt her head in confusion before awkwardly reaching out to snatch her phone. Rave watched as her eyes traced the lower portion of the screen, as though she were reading something he couldn't see. Moira let out an irritated sigh.
“Text?” Rave asked.
The mouse rolled her eyes. “Unfortunately.” Moira shook her head. “Looks like the little conference is having an emergency 'reconvening' for some reason...” The mouse furrowed her brow. “And apparently I need to be there for some reason.”
Rave frowned slightly.
“Damn, I was hoping we could pick this up again in a few minutes.” The raccoon said with a chuckle. “I mean, after my balls stop aching I'm sure I'll be ready to go again.” Rave added with a cheesy smirk.
Moira chuckled, batting her eyelashes at the raccoon. “Aw...I'm sorry I'm not there to kiss them and make them feel better.” The mouse cooed.
“Unf...” The raccoon shuddered. Moira's playful little coo had managed to stir another pulse form his withering loins.
“But It shouldn't be too long.” The mouse continued as she clambered out of bed, the rodent continuing to swipe at the fluids left on her body with a free paw. “After that I've got all night.”
“Oof...” The raccoon replied with a smirk. “How much drier can you drain me?” Rave chuckled.
Moira offered the mammal a sly smirk of her own. “I bet I could have your balls so empty bby the end of the night they'd turn inside out.”
Another dull pulse from his groin had the raccoon shuddering.
“I'm gonna hold you to that Tiny...” Rave replied.
With a giggle, the rodent drew her face closer to the lens of her phone camera, blowing a kiss at the screen as she flashed him a sultry gaze.
“Looking forward to it..Stud...” The mouse cooed.
With that, the screen went dark as the familiar red 'End Call' icon flickered across the now empty phone face.
Tossing the phone weakly to his side, Rave allowed himself to flop back into the cushions of his couch, the raccoon nestling himself deep into the fabric as he let out a contented sigh.
“I think I'm in love...” The raccoon admitted in a wistful tone as a smile crawled across his muzzle.
THE END