One fine day in a cabin in the woods, a little old lady played with some gingerbread dough. She decided to shape the dessert she and her husband were going to eat that night into a crude fascimile of a person, then on a whim she  shaped a pair of big round ears on the head, and a third leg to give it the appearance of a tail - a gingerbread mouse!

She put the cookie tray in the oven and sat down in a chair. She kept trying to keep herself from falling asleep, startling herself awake and hobbling over to the oven to peek at the cookie out of fear she may have overcooked it. At long last, she was satisfied that it was done cooking and pulled it out of the oven. She put it on the table and started drizzling frosting onto it, giving her red-brown mouse white in his inner ears, on his nose, and on his paws - then she gave him bright blue eyes, and a red smile and three red buttons down his belly. She sat back in her chair and dozed off before getting ready to make the rest of dinner.

The smell of the gingerbread wafted out her open kitchen window and caught the attention of a blue fairy. Smelling an opportunity for mischief, the sprite flew in through the window and looked the cookie over. "Foolish little girl," she said to the sleeping woman a hundred years her junior, "You should know at your age that you need to leave us fair folk a bowl of milk if you don't want us to play jokes on you."

The fairy giggled and waved her wand at the gingerbread cookie, covering it with sprinkles. "Come to life, gingerhead! Run and run lest you be dead!"

The gingerbread mouse woke up and squeaked in terror at the sight of the blue fairy, dashing behind a cookie jar. "That's the second place they'll be looking for you, dummy!" the fairy said condescendingly.

The squeaking and shouting in the kitchen woke the old lady up, who quickly shooed the fairy out of the kitchen and then looked around for the dessert she'd just finished baking. "I worked so hard on that!" she moaned, "The work of my own two hands...made with love and care!"

A mix of curiosity and pity caused the mouse to peek out from behind the jar and squeak inquisitively. He certainly didn't want her to be sad, and the sound of the idea of being made with love appealed to him on some level.

"There you are!" the old woman said, "Oh, I'm so glad the fairy didn't take you away from me! Yes, my husband and I can still eat you tonight..."

At once the gingerbread mouse's attitude changed from sympathy to rage. He very much did not want to be eaten! How could she say he was made with love if she would casually discard his life as mere food?

The mouse opened his mouth for the first time - or rather, the frosting representing his mouth reshaped itself to resemble an open mouth, and he spoke "Run run, all over the house! You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread mouse!" and with that he made a mad dash all over the kitchen.

The old lady sluggishly and clumsily chased the mouse around to the best of her abilities, but he was very agile and freshly alive - there was no way for her to have caught him except in her prime years, which were decades gone by now. She kept knocking things over and missing him by multiple seconds, until he spotted the front door opening and made mad dash for it.

"Get that mouse, Johhny!" the old lady called out, "A fariy's bewitched our dessert!"

The mouse ducked between the old man's legs before he knew how to react. The mouse shouted as he scurried across the walkway "Run! Run! Away from the house! You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread mouse!"

The old man turned and gave chase, but while he was still fairly active for his old age, he wasn't halfway to fast enough to catch a sprinting gingerbread golem. He let out a litanny of eleven different swearwords from four separate languages when he stumbled and fell forward in his attempt to catch the pastry.

The gingerbread mouse ran into the forest, evading squirrels and birds and other small, swift animals drawn to his delicious scent. Every so often he called out more rhymes like "Run, run, scamper and scurry! The gingerbread mouse must leave in a hurry!"

Eventually, having run for miles and miles, the mouse stopped dead at the bank of a river. He had an instinctive understanding of what water would do to his fragile, water-soluble body. He frowned, folding his ears backward against his head and twitching his tail.

A fox came up to him from behind a bush - he was ready to run, but she was just casually walking towards him instead of pouncing. Definitely a vixen, he knew it before she even spoke, somehow. She twirled around, tail raised, showing confirmation of her femininity.

And when she did speak, her voice was all honey and sweetness. "You want to get across the river? I can help you out. Climb on top of my head and I'll paddle across, keeping you dry."

The mouse sat down for a bit, thinking out loud to her in answer. "I don't know if I should trust you. From the moment I came alive, the one who gave me life thought of me as only a joke and everyone else has only tried to eat me. You haven't tried right away, but is that only because you've seen me running and feel a need to trick me into a compromised position first?"

The vixen giggled. "Your cinicism is completely justified, but I have a rabbit in my belly right now and it's January so I have...other things on my mind. And my, if it isn't a warm January...I was looking forward to a swim to cool off a bit before sniffing around for tods on the other side of the river anyway. Besides, you're sitting down right now - if I was going to just pounce you, you've put yourself in a vulnerable position anyway."

The gingerbread mouse was sufficiently convinced by the vixen's words. She lowered her snout down to ground level and he climbed up between her ears and sat down there.

The vixen dipped her forepaws into the cool stream and shivered initially, then took a few bold steps. Before long she was up to all four knees in the flowing water and steadily going deeper with each step. Her feet still touched bottom, even as the water reached up to her shoulders. She said to the mouse on top of her head "It's going to get a little deeper still, you might get wet anyway. Can you stand on top of my nose as I keep the tip of my snout above the water?"

"Sure," the mouse said accomodatingly as he clambered forward, "We're almost halfway there, so this shouldn't take too long now."

Just as the gingerbread mouse got comfortable standing there, without warning the vixen snapped open her jaws and grabbed him inside her drooling maw. She licked at his frosting and smiled, keeping him pinned there as she started crossing into shallow waters again. She shook herself dry and listened to the muffled protests of her prey.

The vixen thought to herself about how needlessly cruel her trick was and giggled. She was in full heat and licked right across the mouse's three legs, leading to his protest "No fair! I don't even have a weenis, so all I feel is my flesh being torn apart by your tongue!"

The vixen hadn't really meant to grab him in the river - her original plan was to let him go on this side of the river and keep him nearby to pounce later, but the opportunity presented itself all too easily. She was trying to savor the moment, but didn't really want to make the little guy suffer...her lick was intended to bring pleasure to him rather than pain in his final moments. She sat on her haunches and let tears drop from her eyes, unable to do that part right. She dropped the mouse from her mouth, soggy and missing most of his features - his mouth and one of his eyes were all the frosting that remained.

"I'm...sorry." she said, "Should I finish killing you now to end your suffering, or do you want me to let you go and risk running for your life still injured?"

"Genuine remorse..." the golem said, his pelvic area still aching from the huge gouge across it, "...this is the closest to love I have felt in my extremely short life. If any creature deserves to eat me, it's you. You tricked me fair and square and caught me with my guard down anyway - you deserve me as much as any other prey."

"I'm not even hungry yet" she said, crying still more, "but yes, I shall finish the kill." She leaned down and affectionately licked the last frosting off of his face...and then he crumbled into a hundred pieces.

The vixen jumped back at the sight, and saw amidst the pile of gingerbread chunks a real, flesh and blood ginger-colored mouse! As confused as she was, the mouse felt all across his body. For some reason, there were three patches of extra-dark red fur across his belly, just like the buttons on the original cookie had.

The blue fairy flittered around in the air and let out a great laugh. "True love's kiss on a piece of bread! You're such a desperate and horny vixen, it makes me giggle! Now he's a real boy~"

However, in her arrogance the fairy had drifted too close to the vixen, who snapped and caught her. Swallowing quickly, the vixen said "Say hi to the rabbit for me."

 The mouse, now made of flesh and quite hungry, picked up a piece of the gingerbread covered in fox saliva and began to nibble at it. When the vixen slowly padded over to him, he took it out of his mouth to say "I'm still yours, just like I said before - I'm tired of running anyway. Please let me eat first though - I've never done it yet."

The vixen licked the mouse across the top of his head and said "I'm plenty full for a while. I'll watch while you eat your first meal - you're mine so I don't want anyone else snatching you before I'm ready."

The vixen watched the mouse for a while, looking him over very closely. Real boy indeed! She thought to herself when she spied his tiny sheath and ballsack - she could totally give him the pleasure she tried earlier now.

The vixen got up and paced a few times over the next hour, and at one point even picked up a piece of the gingerbread and ate it to prolong her satiation, to the mouse's confusion. Eventually, she sat down with her hind end pointed right at his face, tail initially raised and then slowly lowered to curl around him from behind.

The mouse had picked up during this time on the vixen being in heat and what that meant. The sight and smell of her  made him a little desirous, though there wasn't a female mouse around for him and one would have to be crazy to poke her head out with this vixen in sight...and thinking of these topics gave the mouse his first ever erection.

The vixen, having an impeccable sense of timing, turned to face him. "So...how you feeling?"

The mouse, formerly made of gingerbread, set aside the chunk of his old body he'd been working on. He sat back on his haunches, exposing his vulnerable underbelly and other such lower-frontal bits to her gaze. "I feel both very good and very confused. Though I guess it really is confirmed that I was a male pastry all along."

The vixen reached her  face down to his level, pressing her nose against his chest and staring right into his bright blue eyes. She smiled, then started her tongue on his feet and worked her way up. The mouse couldn't help grimacing in pleasure when she got to the halfway point, a tiny droplet releasing itself at the very tip - it was the same color as the blue frosting his eyes had been drawn with, and to the vixen's great pleasure it tasted the same to boot.

"You're magical!" she exclaimed. "I've toyed with a lot of my prey before, so I'm quite surprised at your taste. Tha'ts not mouse filling, that's frosting~"

"It's blue" the mouse said, having gotten to see it before her saliva dilluted it away.

The vixen giggled and licked him again, focused on that sweet spot. She took her time and gently worked at it - the mouse resisted for almost a minute before letting out a slightly larger squirt of blue frosting onto her tongue.

At this, the vixen moaned. "Forget about finding a tod, I'm taking you home to my den tonight! I'll keep you as long as I can - no promises I won't eat you some day, but I'd be a fool not to keep something special like you alive for as long as I can!"

She spun around and faced her hind end towards him again, tail raised in the air. He got the best, longest look at her vagina yet; it looked moist, and was slightly spread. "Don't move" she said, "my aim is perfect."

So saying, she slammed her rump to the ground and his head slid right into her awaiting tunnel. Instinctively, he started squirming around, which she used to drive him deeper and deeper into the darkness until he was all the way in. She gently clenched her muscles to hug him firmly until he calmed down, then she picked up a few more pieces of gingerbread in her mouth and trotted to her den.

The blue fairy's wand was all that remained of her, now in the possession of a mouse in the possession of a vixen. Her attempt to prank a little old lady had cost her her life, but made two wild mammals very happy for the rest of their days. They learned to do marvelous things with that wand of hers, but that's a tale that might be best left to your own imaginations.