Predatory Cubs

The rev of a large city bus vibrated the golden body of a field mouse. Young, barely ten years old, yet wise beyond his years. Devious and malicious, his eyes were unsurprising fixated on the innocent looking, little squirrel girl sitting across from him.  The two cubs bounced in their seats as the bus jerked. They were alone, the back of the bus vacant during the late evening.

The squirrel, confused at first as the intentions of the mouse, grew quickly surprised. She, much older than he, was used to quiet and gentle; easily manipulated and preyed upon. She had planned it, to take advantage of the little mouse cub; as was her habit. This mouse, unsuspectingly bold, flipped the roles. It caught her off guard, his smirk, and that cheeky wink. She wasn’t just flustered, she was incredibly turned on.  

The mouse, at least two years younger than the older girl, relished in her response. Her reddening cheeks, and her uncomfortable fidgeting, made him shiver in anticipation. That slender, athletic body of hers, typical of a squirrel, drew in his gaze. He studied her vigorously, licking his lips with a latent, sexual hunger.

Little cubs would normally buckle under the squirrel’s gaze alone, turning them into a malleable putty; easily taken for a ride. This mouse did not. Not wanting to be outdone by some brat, she spread her legs apart, revealing her pretty pink panties past the hem of her skirt. She smirked, making sure he could see all the details. Her panties were tight against her frame, sinking into the lips of her delicate flower. They revealed a little more than she was expecting, her wet folds nearly on full display.

The mouse, however, did not complain. He snorted, huffing hotly as he stared down between her legs. His pants felt tight, his cock growing steadily; unfaltering, without even so much as a blush. His confidence, and years of experience, made an interaction like this a breeze for the little predator. No girl was safe from him. This one, to his surprise, seemed just as eager as he. But, his stiff cock didn’t let him dwell on such things. 

He’s much too distracted by her little cub pussy to see the absolute shock on her face. She had expected him to become a blushing, flustered mess. The spread was her secret weapon, never before had it failed against a male, much less a horny, young boy. She giggled and squeaked, her lips spreading into a joyous smile. What a treat he was, this little mouse, but she would not let him win their little game so easily.