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(Spoilers)

Yserlynera is a succubus, as such she has certain dietary requirements while in the living world.  Semen and sexual activity.  As a little girl it will be difficult for Bridget to fulfill those requirements for her new "roommate".  Not to mention Yserlynera's mere presence is going to strongly affect Bridget's sexual desires.  

I made Bridget the youngest out of 6 siblings, and the only girl.  Which should complicate things.  

EDIT

Changed it to 9 siblings and now she's a middle child.  Still the only girl.", "writing": "Yserlynera opened her eyes and groaned. An annoying squeaking and chattering was wailing in her head. She found herself on a cold floor with an odd sensation nagging her. Pain? She hadn't felt pain in so long that she had forgotten how obtrusive it could be. Her body was weak and barely able to move, but she managed to roll over and get to her knees. She was unfamiliar with her surroundings, an underground room lit by panels hanging above her. There were pipes, ducts, and wires running through wooden beams of the ceiling. Boxes and shelves piled with an assortment of items were against the walls. There was a table and chairs, one of which had a plush animal sitting upon it. Some piled clothing in baskets next to two machine boxes stood in one corner. Brightly colored objects littered the floor. Dolls, plastic food, teacups, toy machine carriages, as well as various objects she could not identify. High up the walls were small windows made of thick blocks of glass. Was this a dungeon?\n\nShe ran her hand on the concrete floor where her mark was drawn in purple. Lying next to it there was a short rod of the purple substance with worn ends. She picked it up. Licking it to confirm what it was made from.\n\nA gypsum signet circle.\n\nHer hands were small and pink with white fur starting at the wrists. She examined them closely, finding the tip of one finger had abrasion where fresh blood was oozing. A spot of red marred the first letter of her symbol on the floor.\n\nA fingerprint of blood.\n\nOn the final letter rested a colorful book. Not a grimoire or holy tome, a child's picture book. She lifted the book to find a creature underneath. A spider that had been crushed to death.\n\nA sacrifice. \n\nShe'd been summoned to a living world! What's more, the summoner had stupidly been inside the circle during the ritual, meaning she was in possession of their body. This isn't right! Her symbol shouldn't even be available to the living. All records of it were destroyed when she graduated from field work to middle-management. Even if someone did recreate her symbol the routers should have prevented the summoning from occurring at all. Especially since she was getting no sense of any obligations she was to fulfill, which was completely unorthodox. Those bastards down in transposition must have screwed up. \n\nYserlynera stood up and everything around her was too large. The body she was in was tiny! Even worse, she could sense a purity about it. A virgin body? She glanced down in disgust to examine herself. She ran paw-like hands down the front of a tee-shirt with an image of a rainbow unicorn on it to find a flat chest and a soft belly below. She wore a short, frilly, yellow skirt. She had tight, striped leggings with dirty knees and pink feet poking out the bottom. Lifting the front of the shirt she found the belly was coated with white fur and two rows of pink, minuscule teats running down the front, ten in total. Reaching behind she found a thin, pink, furless tail protruding from the base of her spine. An anthro body? Her field work had always been confined to the human worlds. Her spiritual resonance wasn't suited for alien, furry, or beast possessions. \n\nShe clenched her stomach and doubled over as ethereal rejection started to intensify. That noise in her head! It was louder and more insistent. It wasn't just random noise, it was talking — more specifically screaming — but she couldn't understand it. \n\n\"Quiet! Quiet!\" Yserlynera hissed as she pressed the paws on the side of her head. It had been a long time since she had done this and it was hard to focus. This brain was wired peculiarly compared to a human's and difficult to acclimate to in order to navigate and find the language. Thankfully the body she possessed was young so the data within was limited, although very cluttered. The eyes rolled back into the head as Yserlynera concentrated. Find the switches and settle in place like sifting sand. Don't force it. Let her mind squeeze into the gaps between the spirit and the mind. The voice in her head started to make sense to her.\n\n[i]This hurts! I want my mommy! [/i]\n\n\"Please be calm,\" Yserlynera squeaked in the language of her new body, \"I'm trying to make the pain go away. Just one moment.\" \n\n[i]Wh-who are you?[/i]\n\n\"One moment... please!\" \n\nShe gazed into the chaos, attempting to learn the pattern. Don't fight against it, adapt to it. The last thing she needed was to spend all her time jostling against a soul. That leads to agony, head spinning, vomiting and being tied to a bed with a priest shouting in your face. Just as she was starting to think her resonance would make unification impossible, she found spiritual clarity, slipping neatly into the occupied soul. The pressing pain subsided.\n\nYserlynera sighed. \"Is that better, Bridget Gibbs?\"\n\n[i]H-how do you know my name? Who are you? W-why can't I move?[/i]\n\n\"Your birthday is on May the second. You're eight years old. You go to Robert Penkin Elementary school. I know everything about you.\" A lie, of course, she had managed to glean a name, her language, and some random bits. Most everything else about Bridget would remain a jumbled mess until it could be sorted through, but it was always best to start a possession from a position of strength. Yserlynera sat down on the floor, acclimating herself to the strangeness of breathing, a beating heart, physical sensations, and the agonizing passage of linear time. \"My name is Yserlynera, succubus of the second circle, third department head of carnal acquisitions and torment. I am in full possession of your body.\" \n\n[i]I - I dont understand, what are you?[/i]\n\n\"I'm a demon.\"\n\nThere was a pause as Bridget considered that.\n\n[i]Daddy says there's no such thing.[/i]\n\nYserlynera wiggled the fingers of the pink paws in front of her eyes. \"I suppose it's nothing that is controlling your movements then?\"\n\nAnother pause.\n\n[i]Why are you here?[/i]\n\n\"Because you summoned me.\" \n\n[i]No I didn't![/i]\n\nThe succubus pointed to her mark on the floor. \"You have etched my signet and fulfilled the ritual.\" \n\n[i]I just drew some circles with chalk! I was drawing a pretty flower.[/i]\n\n\"That's not even close to a flower! Who taught you how to draw?\" Yserlynera held up the bleeding finger. \"And why did you sign it with your blood?\" \n\n[i]I didn't! I scraped my finger on the cement while drawing.[/i]\n\n\"But... but the dead spider?\" \n\n[i]Spiders are gross! I kill them when I see them![/i]\n\nYserlynara rubbed at the temples of her new, furry head. \"Bridget, am I to understand that you accidentally made a pact with me?\" \n\n[i]I don't know! Can you go away now?[/i]\n\n\"No! I'm contractually obligated to stay until the reason I was summoned is fulfilled. Since you made no demands during the ritual I'm stuck here until I'm forced out.\"\n\n[i]Well... then I demand you to go! Get out of here![/i]\n\n\"You're the one that let me in, therefore you are also bound to the contract. You've already paid the price and are incapable of forcing me out or making any demands. You have nothing left to offer.\" \n\n[i]But I didn't mean to![/i]\n\n\"The majority of those where I come from are there for things they didn't mean to do. Lack of intent is no excuse. Even so, this shouldn't have happe—\" \n\nYserlynara had forgotten how taxing it was to be in the living world and being in a body with no nutrients to speak of was too much. A huge wave of weakness swept over and she collapsed onto the floor like a rag-doll.\n\n\n\n\"Bridget!\" a voice called out. \"Bridget, honey, are you okay?\" \n\nBridget opened her eyes to see the worried face of a female mouse over her. \n\n\"M–mom?\" \n\n\"What happened?\" \n\nBridget blinked in confusion. \"I–I don't know. I think— she gasped as she remembered and clutched her mother's arms. \"There was a demon!\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"A [i]demon[/i]! She was controlling me and talking with my mouth! Her name was Yea-sir... something. I don't remember... but she was here!\" \n\nMother gathered Bridget up. \"Sweetie...\"\n\n\"I couldn't move! I was so scared!\" Bridget threw her arms around her mother and started to cry.\n\n\"Shh...\" Mother rocked her while stroking her hair. \"Oh, my! You have a huge lump on your head! Did you fall?\" \n\n\"I don't remember,\" Bridget sobbed. \n\n\"MOM!\" a shrill yell came from the stairwell. A white heavyset teenage mouse boy ran halfway down the steps and leaned on the handrail. \"Mark was reading my mangas again!\" \n\n\"WAS NOT!\" a second younger and much thinner mouse ran down. \"I didn't touch his stuff!\" \n\nThe first grabbed the second by the front of his shirt. \"Yes you did! I'm going to pound you!\" \n\n\"Mom! Ben is hurting me!\"\n\n\"I'm not hurting you... yet!\" \n\nMother picked Bridget up. \"Boys! Not on the stairs.\" She carried her daughter up and past the two squabbling males.\n\n\n\n \n\"But there was a demon,\" Bridget insisted as she flexed her paw, making sure it still obeyed her commands. One of her fingers had a fresh band-aid wrapped around the tip. \"She was making me move and talk. All I could do was think, but she could hear what I was thinking.\" \n\nMother was sitting on the toilet seat behind the little girl and holding an ice pack on the back of Bridget's head. She lifted the pack and smoothed aside the hair, frowning at the bump. \"It's pretty bad. Maybe I'll call the doctor just in case.\" \n\n\"Don't you believe me?\" \n\n\"Sweetie, demons don't exist,\" her mom said. \"You just had a nightmare.\"\n\n\"I wasn't sleeping! I was wide awake and I could feel things! I was hurting really bad on the inside.\"\n\n\"You were having chest pains?\" her mother asked with concern.\n\n\"Everything hurt! Like there wasn't enough room left for me inside and I was going to pop.\" \n\n\"Are you still feeling pain?\"\n\n\"Um...no. Just my head a little bit.\" \n\n\"Are you dizzy?\"\n\n\"No.\" \n\nSuddenly the door to the bathroom flung open and there was another male mouse, this one a little older than Bridget. He had a desperate look on his face and one paw was down the front of his pants as he danced in place. \n\n\"Luke! You know to knock before entering the bathroom!\" Mother scolded. \n\n\"Nick has been in the other bathroom for twenty minutes and I gotta go!\" Luke whined.\n\nHer mother sighed. \"Alright, let's take this to the living room.\" She led Bridget out of the bathroom and her brother hastily brushed by them. Out of the corner of her eye, Bridget caught Luke dropping his pants to see he was pinching his penis between his thumb and finger. As her mother shut the door there was a bang of the toilet lid being slammed up followed by a hard spray of urine hitting water. A brief, odd sensation that Bridget had never experienced before flickered inside her belly — a touch of trembling warmth — but she didn't think much about it. \n \n\n\n\nBridget's eldest brother Issac walked through the living room tucking in his work shirt when he noticed her sitting on the couch with an ice pack on her head. \n\n\"What happened to you, short stuff?\" \n\n\"I think I fell.\" \n\nIssac raised an eyebrow. \"You think you fell? Did you or didn't you?\"\n\nBridget shrugged. \"I don't know.\" She was no longer sure what had happened. She felt fine other than the bump on her head. The sensation of being trapped in herself was gone and her body wasn't doing or saying anything she didn't want it to. Mother was on the phone with the doctor, pacing while carrying Dale on her hip. The toddler had become fussy and demanding, grabbing at the phone and Mother's chest while yelling. \n\n\"Hold on, doctor...\" Mother turned her back to Issac, pinned the phone between her head and shoulder before opening the front of her blouse, exposing a milk-swollen breast. Dale immediately latched onto the teat. Having silenced the tot she returned her attention to the phone. \"Yeah, she said she thought she was awake but she couldn't move and was in a lot of pain.\" Mother glanced over her shoulder at Issac and lowered the phone from her mouth. \n\n\"Sweetie, your shirt's inside out.\" \n\n\"What?\" Issac grabbed the front of his shirt and realized it was. He sighed and stripped it off over his head, revealing his well-toned, muscular body covered in white fur with several large brown patches. \n\nBridget's eyes widened as that flicker in her belly returned. Less of a flicker and more of a roll of sensation that dropped down into her pelvis. A wash of heat danced across her face and she averted her eyes. What was that? That was weird.\n\n\"Really? And that causes all those symptoms?\" Mother spoke. She listened for a moment. \"I see. Okay. What about the bump? Could she have a concussion?\" \n\n After putting his shirt back on correctly Issac again tucked it in, appearing concerned with his mother's conversation. \"Something wrong with Bridget the Midget?\" \n\nMother frowned at the nickname. \"Everything is fine. Aren't you going to be late?\" \n\nIssac looked at the clock on the wall. \"Yeah, I gotta go.\" He hastily put his shoes and jacket on before running out the door. \n\n\"Okay, I'll watch for that,\" Mother told the phone.\n\n\"SEE! I TOLD YOU IT WASN'T ME!\" Mark shouted from somewhere in the house.\n\n\"NICK! GOD-DAMN IT!\" Ben screamed. \n\nThe booming of many feet pounded through the house. Nick, a white and black spotted mouse wearing nothing but underwear, ran into the living room pursued by Ben, who's weight caused no issue in the chase. Ben tackled his brother to the carpet with a crash, causing framed family pictures standing on a shelf to clatter over and fall to the floor. Nick rolled over and put his paws up to defend himself from the older brother. In one paw was a magazine with a picture of a busty cat girl wielding a sword on the cover.\n\n\"I'm just borrowing it!\" Nick cried out. \n\n\"GIVE IT BACK!\" Ben pinned his brother and ripped the manga away. \n\n\"BOYS!\" Mother shrieked. \n\nBen and Nick froze. In the doorway Mark paused, realizing it had been a mistake to follow behind. Mother was standing over them furiously. Startled by the commotion, Dale gave up the nipple, choosing instead to start crying and leaving Mother's breast exposed. \n\n\"I AM IN NO MOOD FOR THIS RIGHT NOW!\" Mother exclaimed angrily. \"Benjamin! Marcus! Go outside and don't come back in until dinner!\" \n\n\"Why do I have to go too?\" Mark complained.\n\n\"Because I said so!\"\n\n\"But it's cold outside.\" Ben whined.\n\n\"Take a coat! Nicholas, sit down on the couch and don't move!\"\n\nBen got up in a huff, stuffing the manga under his arm. \"If any of the pages are stuck together I'm going to break your tail,\" he promised to Nick. \n\n\"Benjamin!\" \n\n\"We're going, we're going.\" Ben gave a firm motion to Mark and the two grabbed their jackets next to the door before going outside.\n\nMother returned to the phone, attempting to talk over Dale's wailing. \"I'm sorry about that, doctor... Doctor? Hello?\" She glanced at the screen before closing her eyes and groaning. \n\n\"Those boys are going to be the death of me,\" she quietly avowed. \n\nNick flopped down on the opposite end of the couch, snatched a throw pillow to cover his lap and crossed his arms. He noticed Bridget staring at him. \n\n\"What? Want to take a picture?\" \n\nShe tore her eyes away. \"Sorry.\" There was a heavy fragrance that swept in with Nick. Not an artificial perfume or the sour odor of sweat, something more... pungent. It hung so thick in the air that she could almost taste the hot, musky sweetness. Was it new or had she never noticed it? Nick covered himself with the pillow she had seen the bulge in his underwear. Her brothers are males and males have a penis and testicles. \"Sex organs\" the teacher had taught in sex-ed. She understood that but the knowledge had a peculiar, deeper meaning to it that she had never considered before. Her heart started to beat faster and the creeping pressure in her pelvis seeped down, tickling the place she peed from. She squirmed to try and get comfortable, but she was becoming aware of a tepid, welling dampness. Her panties felt too tight and too rough, rubbing against what they normally don't. \n\nMother continued to pace, bouncing the fussing Dale and soothing him. \"Hush, little Dee.\" She knelt down and picked up the photos that had fallen, arranging them back on the shelves. She morosely examined the cracked glass of one of the pictures and sighed. \n\n\"Is everythin' oh-kay?\" Timothy, a mouse several years younger than Bridget, peeked in from the doorway. Wide blue framed glasses on his white face. Skittishly hiding behind him was Owen, an identical mouse with black framed glasses. They were both albino and had matching pink eyes. \n\n\"Everything is fine,\" Mother assured. \"Just your brothers having another \"ox-ccident\".\" \n\n\"Oh-kay.\" Timothy pushed up his glasses. \"Owen wants to know when dinner is, he's hungry.\" \n\n\"Dinner is at dinnertime. Do you guys need a snack?\" \n\nBridget slid the ice pack from the back of her head to her forehead. She needed to cool down but the ice didn't seem cold enough to help. What was wrong with her? Why was she so hot? Why could she feel her heart beating deep down in her groin? Was she sick? She pulled at her skirt, fanning it up and down. That helped a bit, but what she really wanted was to take it off. Take her panties off. Get naked and lay with her knees apart to let everything air out, not to have clothes constricting and touching her. \n \n\n\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Yserlynera opened her eyes and groaned.  An annoying squeaking and chattering was wailing in her head.  She found herself on a cold floor with an odd sensation nagging her.  Pain?  She hadn't felt pain in so long that she had forgotten how obtrusive it could be.  Her body was weak and barely able to move, but she managed to roll over and get to her knees.  She was unfamiliar with her surroundings, an underground room lit by panels hanging above her.  There were pipes, ducts, and wires running through wooden beams of the ceiling.  Boxes and shelves piled with an assortment of items were against the walls.   There was a table and chairs, one of which had a plush animal sitting upon it.  Some piled clothing in baskets next to two machine boxes stood in one corner.  Brightly colored objects littered the floor.  Dolls, plastic food, teacups, toy machine carriages, as well as various objects she could not identify.  High up the walls were small windows made of thick blocks of glass.  Was this a dungeon?

She ran her hand on the concrete floor where her mark was drawn in purple.  Lying next to it there was a short rod of the purple substance with worn ends.  She picked it up.  Licking it to confirm what it was made from.

A gypsum signet circle.

Her hands were small and pink with white fur starting at the wrists.  She examined them closely, finding the tip of one finger had abrasion where fresh blood was oozing.  A spot of red marred the first letter of her symbol on the floor.

A fingerprint of blood.

On the final letter rested a colorful book.  Not a grimoire or holy tome, a child's picture book.  She lifted the book to find a creature underneath.  A spider that had been crushed to death.

A sacrifice.    

She'd been summoned to a living world!  What's more, the summoner had stupidly been inside the circle during the ritual, meaning she was in possession of their body.  This isn't right!  Her symbol shouldn't even be available to the living.  All records of it were destroyed when she graduated from field work to middle-management.  Even if someone did recreate her symbol the routers should have prevented the summoning from occurring at all.  Especially since she was getting no sense of any obligations she was to fulfill, which was completely unorthodox.  Those bastards down in transposition must have screwed up.  

Yserlynera stood up and everything around her was too large.  The body she was in was tiny!  Even worse, she could sense a purity about it.  A virgin body?  She glanced down in disgust to examine herself.  She ran paw-like hands down the front of a tee-shirt with an image of a rainbow unicorn on it to find a flat chest and a soft belly below.  She wore a short, frilly, yellow skirt.   She had tight, striped leggings with dirty knees and pink feet poking out the bottom.  Lifting the front of the shirt she found the belly was coated with white fur and two rows of pink, minuscule teats running down the front, ten in total.  Reaching behind she found a thin, pink, furless tail protruding from the base of her spine.  An anthro body?  Her field work had always been confined to the human worlds.  Her spiritual resonance wasn't suited for alien, furry, or beast possessions.  

She clenched her stomach and doubled over as ethereal rejection started to intensify.  That noise in her head!  It was louder and more insistent.  It wasn't just random noise, it was talking — more specifically screaming — but she couldn't understand it.  

"Quiet!  Quiet!" Yserlynera hissed as she pressed the paws on the side of her head.  It had been a long time since she had done this and it was hard to focus.  This brain was wired peculiarly compared to a human's and difficult to acclimate to in order to navigate and find the language.  Thankfully the body she possessed was young so the data within was limited, although very cluttered.  The eyes rolled back into the head as Yserlynera concentrated.  Find the switches and settle in place like sifting sand.  Don't force it.  Let her mind squeeze into the gaps between the spirit and the mind.  The voice in her head started to make sense to her.

This hurts!  I want my mommy!  

"Please be calm," Yserlynera squeaked in the language of her new body, "I'm trying to make the pain go away.  Just one moment."  

Wh-who are you?

"One moment... please!"  

She gazed into the chaos, attempting to learn the pattern.  Don't fight against it, adapt to it.  The last thing she needed was to spend all her time jostling against a soul.  That leads to agony, head spinning, vomiting and being tied to a bed with a priest shouting in your face.  Just as she was starting to think her resonance would make unification impossible, she found spiritual clarity, slipping neatly into the occupied soul.  The pressing pain subsided.

Yserlynera sighed.  "Is that better, Bridget Gibbs?"

H-how do you know my name?  Who are you?  W-why can't I move?

"Your birthday is on May the second.  You're eight years old.  You go to Robert Penkin Elementary school.  I know everything about you."  A lie, of course, she had managed to glean a name, her language, and some random bits.  Most everything else about Bridget would remain a jumbled mess until it could be sorted through, but it was always best to start a possession from a position of strength.  Yserlynera sat down on the floor, acclimating herself to the strangeness of breathing, a beating heart, physical sensations, and the agonizing passage of linear time.  "My name is Yserlynera, succubus of the second circle, third department head of carnal acquisitions and torment.  I am in full possession of your body."  

I - I dont understand, what are you?

"I'm a demon."

There was a pause as Bridget considered that.

Daddy says there's no such thing.

Yserlynera wiggled the fingers of the pink paws in front of her eyes.  "I suppose it's nothing that is controlling your movements then?"

Another pause.

Why are you here?

"Because you summoned me."  

No I didn't!

The succubus pointed to her mark on the floor.  "You have etched my signet and fulfilled the ritual."  

I just drew some circles with chalk!  I was drawing a pretty flower.

"That's not even close to a flower!  Who taught you how to draw?"  Yserlynera held up the bleeding finger.  "And why did you sign it with your blood?"  

I didn't!  I scraped my finger on the cement while drawing.

"But... but the dead spider?"  

Spiders are gross!  I kill them when I see them!

Yserlynara rubbed at the temples of her new, furry head.  "Bridget, am I to understand that you accidentally made a pact with me?"  

I don't know!  Can you go away now?

"No!  I'm contractually obligated to stay until the reason I was summoned is fulfilled.  Since you made no demands during the ritual I'm stuck here until I'm forced out."

Well... then I demand you to go!  Get out of here!

"You're the one that let me in, therefore you are also bound to the contract.  You've already paid the price and are incapable of forcing me out or making any demands.  You have nothing left to offer."  

But I didn't mean to!

"The majority of those where I come from are there for things they didn't mean to do.  Lack of intent is no excuse.  Even so, this shouldn't have happe—"  

Yserlynara had forgotten how taxing it was to be in the living world and being in a body with no nutrients to speak of was too much.  A huge wave of weakness swept over and she collapsed onto the floor like a rag-doll.



"Bridget!" a voice called out.  "Bridget, honey, are you okay?"  

Bridget opened her eyes to see the worried face of a female mouse over her.  

"M–mom?"  

"What happened?"  

Bridget blinked in confusion.  "I–I don't know.  I think— she gasped as she remembered and clutched her mother's arms.  "There was a demon!"

"What?"

"A demon!  She was controlling me and talking with my mouth!  Her name was Yea-sir... something.  I don't remember... but she was here!"  

Mother gathered Bridget up.  "Sweetie..."

"I couldn't move!  I was so scared!"  Bridget threw her arms around her mother and started to cry.

"Shh..."  Mother rocked her while stroking her hair.  "Oh, my!  You have a huge lump on your head!  Did you fall?"  

"I don't remember," Bridget sobbed.  

"MOM!" a shrill yell came from the stairwell.  A white heavyset teenage mouse boy ran halfway down the steps and leaned on the handrail.  "Mark was reading my mangas again!"  

"WAS NOT!" a second younger and much thinner mouse ran down.  "I didn't touch his stuff!"

The first grabbed the second by the front of his shirt.  "Yes you did!  I'm going to pound you!"  

"Mom!  Ben is hurting me!"

"I'm not hurting you... yet!"  

Mother picked Bridget up.  "Boys!  Not on the stairs."  She carried her daughter up and past the two squabbling males.



 
"But there was a demon," Bridget insisted as she flexed her paw, making sure it still obeyed her commands.  One of her fingers had a fresh band-aid wrapped around the tip.  "She was making me move and talk.  All I could do was think, but she could hear what I was thinking."  

Mother was sitting on the toilet seat behind the little girl and holding an ice pack on the back of Bridget's head.  She lifted the pack and smoothed aside the hair, frowning at the bump.  "It's pretty bad.  Maybe I'll call the doctor just in case."

"Don't you believe me?"  

"Sweetie, demons don't exist," her mom said.  "You just had a nightmare."

"I wasn't sleeping!  I was wide awake and I could feel things!  I was hurting really bad on the inside."

"You were having chest pains?" her mother asked with concern.

"Everything hurt!  Like there wasn't enough room left for me inside and I was going to pop."  

"Are you still feeling pain?"

"Um...no.  Just my head a little bit."  

"Are you dizzy?"

"No."

Suddenly the door to the bathroom flung open and there was another male mouse, this one a little older than Bridget.  He had a desperate look on his face and one paw was down the front of his pants as he danced in place.  

"Luke!  You know to knock before entering the bathroom!" Mother scolded.

"Nick has been in the other bathroom for twenty minutes and I gotta go!" Luke whined.

Her mother sighed.  "Alright, let's take this to the living room."  She led Bridget out of the bathroom and her brother hastily brushed by them.  Out of the corner of her eye, Bridget caught Luke dropping his pants to see he was pinching his penis between his thumb and finger.  As her mother shut the door there was a bang of the toilet lid being slammed up followed by a hard spray of urine hitting water.  A brief, odd sensation that Bridget had never experienced before flickered inside her belly — a touch of trembling warmth — but she didn't think much about it.  
  



Bridget's eldest brother Issac walked through the living room tucking in his work shirt when he noticed her sitting on the couch with an ice pack on her head.  

"What happened to you, short stuff?"

"I think I fell."  

Issac raised an eyebrow.  "You think you fell?  Did you or didn't you?"

Bridget shrugged.  "I don't know."  She was no longer sure what had happened.  She felt fine other than the bump on her head.  The sensation of being trapped in herself was gone and her body wasn't doing or saying anything she didn't want it to.  Mother was on the phone with the doctor, pacing while carrying Dale on her hip.  The toddler had become fussy and demanding, grabbing at the phone and Mother's chest while yelling.  

"Hold on, doctor..."  Mother turned her back to Issac, pinned the phone between her head and shoulder before opening the front of her blouse, exposing a milk-swollen breast.  Dale immediately latched onto the teat.  Having silenced the tot she returned her attention to the phone.  "Yeah, she said she thought she was awake but she couldn't move and was in a lot of pain."  Mother glanced over her shoulder at Issac and lowered the phone from her mouth.  

"Sweetie, your shirt's inside out."    

"What?"  Issac grabbed the front of his shirt and realized it was.  He sighed and stripped it off over his head, revealing his well-toned, muscular body covered in white fur with several large brown patches.  

Bridget's eyes widened as that flicker in her belly returned.  Less of a flicker and more of a roll of sensation that dropped down into her pelvis.  A wash of heat danced across her face and she averted her eyes.  What was that?  That was weird.

"Really?  And that causes all those symptoms?" Mother spoke.  She listened for a moment.  "I see.  Okay.  What about the bump?  Could she have a concussion?"

 After putting his shirt back on correctly Issac again tucked it in, appearing concerned with his mother's conversation.  "Something wrong with Bridget the Midget?"  

Mother frowned at the nickname.  "Everything is fine.  Aren't you going to be late?"  

Issac looked at the clock on the wall.  "Yeah, I gotta go."  He hastily put his shoes and jacket on before running out the door.  

"Okay, I'll watch for that," Mother told the phone.

"SEE!  I TOLD YOU IT WASN'T ME!"  Mark shouted from somewhere in the house.

"NICK!  GOD-DAMN IT!"  Ben screamed.  

The booming of many feet pounded through the house.  Nick, a white and black spotted mouse wearing nothing but underwear, ran into the living room pursued by Ben, who's weight caused no issue in the chase.  Ben tackled his brother to the carpet with a crash, causing framed family pictures standing on a shelf to clatter over and fall to the floor.  Nick rolled over and put his paws up to defend himself from the older brother.  In one paw was a magazine with a picture of a busty cat girl wielding a sword on the cover.

"I'm just borrowing it!"  Nick cried out.  

"GIVE IT BACK!"  Ben pinned his brother and ripped the manga away.  

"BOYS!"  Mother shrieked.  

Ben and Nick froze.  In the doorway Mark paused, realizing it had been a mistake to follow behind.  Mother was standing over them furiously.  Startled by the commotion, Dale gave up the nipple, choosing instead to start crying and leaving Mother's breast exposed.  

"I AM IN NO MOOD FOR THIS RIGHT NOW!" Mother exclaimed angrily.  "Benjamin!  Marcus!  Go outside and don't come back in until dinner!"

"Why do I have to go too?"  Mark complained.

"Because I said so!"

"But it's cold outside."  Ben whined.

"Take a coat!  Nicholas, sit down on the couch and don't move!"

Ben got up in a huff, stuffing the manga under his arm.  "If any of the pages are stuck together I'm going to break your tail," he promised to Nick.  

"Benjamin!"  

"We're going, we're going."  Ben gave a firm motion to Mark and the two grabbed their jackets next to the door before going outside.

Mother returned to the phone, attempting to talk over Dale's wailing.  "I'm sorry about that, doctor... Doctor?  Hello?"  She glanced at the screen before closing her eyes and groaning.  

"Those boys are going to be the death of me," she quietly avowed.  

Nick flopped down on the opposite end of the couch, snatched a throw pillow to cover his lap and crossed his arms.  He noticed Bridget staring at him.  

"What?  Want to take a picture?"

She tore her eyes away.  "Sorry."  There was a heavy fragrance that swept in with Nick.  Not an artificial perfume or the sour odor of sweat, something more... pungent.  It hung so thick in the air that she could almost taste the hot, musky sweetness.  Was it new or had she never noticed it?  Nick covered himself with the pillow she had seen the bulge in his underwear.  Her brothers are males and males have a penis and testicles.  "Sex organs" the teacher had taught in sex-ed.  She understood that but the knowledge had a peculiar, deeper meaning to it that she had never considered before.  Her heart started to beat faster and the creeping pressure in her pelvis seeped down, tickling the place she peed from.  She squirmed to try and get comfortable, but she was becoming aware of a tepid, welling dampness.  Her panties felt too tight and too rough, rubbing against what they normally don't.  

Mother continued to pace, bouncing the fussing Dale and soothing him.  "Hush, little Dee."  She knelt down and picked up the photos that had fallen, arranging them back on the shelves.  She morosely examined the cracked glass of one of the pictures and sighed.  

"Is everythin' oh-kay?"  Timothy, a mouse several years younger than Bridget, peeked in from the doorway.  Wide blue framed glasses on his white face.  Skittishly hiding behind him was Owen, an identical mouse with black framed glasses.  They were both albino and had matching pink eyes.  

"Everything is fine," Mother assured.  "Just your brothers having another "ox-ccident"."  

"Oh-kay."  Timothy pushed up his glasses.  "Owen wants to know when dinner is, he's hungry."  

"Dinner is at dinnertime.  Do you guys need a snack?"  

Bridget slid the ice pack from the back of her head to her forehead.  She needed to cool down but the ice didn't seem cold enough to help.  What was wrong with her?  Why was she so hot?  Why could she feel her heart beating deep down in her groin?  Was she sick?  She pulled at her skirt, fanning it up and down.  That helped a bit, but what she really wanted was to take it off.  Take her panties off.  Get naked and lay with her knees apart to let everything air out, not to have clothes constricting and touching her.  
  





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