[b]Putting on a Show[/b]

The wire birdcage swung slowly and ponderously in the lazy breeze, given weight by the large white rabbit sprawled awkwardly asleep inside it. He filled most of the cage and the door had been  bent slightly out of shape in order for him to enter. It was currently the coolest spot in the entire house as the breeze blew through, shifting the stiflingly humid air. Nearby the sun shone brightly through the open window as it did everywhere else. The storm had been two weeks ago and now summer was settling in with a vengeance.

A small white blur dashed across the room, springing easily up the assorted junk and knick-knacks that filled this room as much as any other in the somewhat unusually decorated house. It zipped across a windowsill, up a bookshelf and even across a bare patch of wall for a few seconds while gravity was out to lunch. Level with the cage there was a pause, a leap...

The mouse slammed against the open cage door, swinging it shut with surprising force. It let out a squeak of complaint as it fit awkwardly into the bent doorframe, as did the mouse as she swung wildly back and forth, trying to hold on. Unsuccessful, she scrabbled madly before plummeting floorwards.

A larger white and brown shape dashed forward and Maggie the mouse landed solidly on the small cat below. There was a yelp, some confusion and tumbling that ended with both Thunder and Maggie in a slightly confused heap in the middle of the room. Disentangling themselves the two craned their necks to see into the cage above, where the larger white rabbit had awoken when the door had closed. He was still half asleep and somewhat caught in the cage's bars. The sight was amusing enough, especially as slow realization dawned on the tired bunny.

Jack looked groggily around as he became aware of the giggling below. He scowled as he noted the closed cage door, which only deepened as he stared down at the two perpetrators. Of course it was them, it was [b]always[/b] them, they were like a pair of kits, the both of them. Even Maggie, whom he had known for years was prone to acting like a child whenever that cat was involved.

"Think this is funny do you?"

"Oh we [b]know[/b] this is funny."

"I expected this from you cat, but Maggie, my old partner, how could you?"


The mouse rolled her eyes and snorted, an unusual sound due to her tiny size. Jack could be such a ham when he wanted to be. There was absolutely no chance he was going to be even remotely serious, give them any sort of pleasure from knowing how thoroughly they had tricked him.

"Sorry Jack, but you are one funny bunny."

"You'll regret this Mags, he's a cat, now I'm out of the way you're just so much mincemeat."

"Ha! He'd have to [i]catch[/i] me first! He's almost as slow as you are!"


With that Maggie dashed off, skittering around the floor at a blinding pace. If there was one thing she had to makeup for her diminutive stature it was incredible speed and energy. Showing off she performed a few of her signature backflips, springing several feet in the air, turning on a dime (Literally, there was one in the corner.) and finally landing, panting in front of Thunder.

Thunder grinned; something had become apparent in the warmer summer weather, and that was that Maggie couldn't keep her usual pace up for very long without overheating. Now she was breathing heavily, fur rapidly slicking with sweat. Something predatory stirred in Thunder at the sight. He gently nudged the mouse who slowly fell over onto her side. She lay there, still panting. Thunder felt his claws extend at the sight of a small helpless creature lying gasping in front of him. It called to ancient instincts, to chasing down and cornering and victory.

"I warn you Mags, turn your back for a second and he'll have you for lunch!"


That did it, the comment, the heat, the situation; they all combined to rouse Thunder's 'playful'  nature. Almost without thinking his body crouched down, tail flicking back and forth wildly. He stalked forward, ears perked, sniffing the air. He could smell- no taste the mouse, still lying sprawled on her back, chest heaving, throat exposed. A dark voice reminded him that all it would take was one quick swipe... but he had a better idea. Standing over the prone mouse he made absolutely sure the rabbit was watching and he slowly bent down. Taking one last deep breath he quickly licked Maggie's chest. She went rigid and shot him an annoyed look.

"Oi! What in the wide, wide world of sports do you think you're doing?!"

"Being a cat, eating this mouse; what else?"


Thunder smiled widely, knowing exactly how aggravating he was being. Maggie was still scowling at him, but hadn't said anything yet. The small ruffled patch of fur on her chest moving rapidly up and down with her breathing. He moved in again, this time licking slowly up along the mouse, from tail to tip. She squeaked and he could feel her body twitching beneath him, tickling his whiskers.

He was only just above her now, crouching low to the floor, each breath filling his nostrils with a strange, exciting scent. The air was growing thick and heavy and he could feel his temperature rising. He deliberately slowed his breathing, pushing down the rising feelings. There would be time for that later; for now they had a... performance to complete. He moved a little closer still, feeling the mouse's fur tickling his chin as he huffed several hot breaths over the twitching mouse. Waiting, making sure that the caged bunny above was watching, he proceeded.

He took his time now, pressing his nose down onto Maggie's chestfur, slowly tracing downwards towards her tail, enjoying her wriggling beneath him. When he was in the perfect position he extended his tongue, the tip lapping gently at her, probing mischievously, soaking the fur beneath. He could smell her excitement, hot an sharp and eager, spreading as his rough tongue brushed against sensitive folds. Maggie's breathing quickened and became higher pitched as he set to work. After a minute or so of testing her he decided it was time for the main event.

Extending his tongue fully he gave the mouse one long, firm, slow lick, pressing down firmly enough to push her entire body along the floor. The mouse let out a stuttering squeak, her entire body curling forward, grasping his muzzle with all four paws. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face pressed against his. He smiled and repeated the action, lowering his head and once again pressing the mouse against the floor.

Maggie held onto him ever more tightly, her body shivering with tension and energy. She was pushing back now, her body rubbing and pressing against his tongue and nose as the heat grew between them, both their bodies beginning to slick with sweat in the summer heat. Her movements spurred him onwards as he delivered lick after lick to the squeaking, squirming mouse. He was vaguely aware of a noise above him and Jack's objections, which only encouraged him.

There was a soft bump as Maggie's back slid against the wall. They had made their way across the floor. With the added support Thunder nuzzled deeper, purring eagerly, the vibrations moving through him, shaking the small mouse. Now that she was pressed firmly against support he could push deeper, more firmly. As he did so Maggie's whole body twitched, as she lost her grip on him, her tiny limbs waving about wildly. There was a further burst of warmth and Thunder felt a wetness spreading across the smaller form.

Slowly he pulled back, looking over his panting partner, now lying slumped and overheated in front of him. [b]That[/b] would certainly put him in her good books for later on. He stood up, tongue darting over his nose, cleaning off the last traces of mouse from his muzzle. It wouldn't help the smell though, he'd be inhaling eager mouse the rest of the day. Not that that was a bad thing...

As he turned around he almost came face-to-face with Jack, scowling fiercely. Somehow the rabbit had got out of his cage and made it down while they had been... occupied. The look of surprise and confusion on his face prompted an answer.

"The cage door is broken, you nong. I'll get you for this, be sure of it, cat."


With that he bounded slowly off, leaving the cat and mouse alone. That had sounded... ominous, but probably shouldn't be taken seriously. At any rate it'd take more than idle threats to wipe the smile off of his face now.