[i]What the people need, is a way to make'em smile. It ain't so hard to do if you know how...[/i]

Minty had been smiling all through the day, even humming her favorite Doobie Brothers song to herself every now and then. She had never looked forward to a Monday as much as to this one. Or more, she was looking forward to the end of it, when she would be home from work again. Because then she could make the phone-call she had been dying to make. For the first time since she had settled in her new home, not calling someone she already knew from before. For the first time since she had settled in her new home, not calling an old acquaintance, or an old friend, or something or someone work-related. For the first time, calling a new friend, someone living close by her new home, someone the green mouse had a feeling about could be, maybe even would be, a long, lasting, close friendship.

Everything seemed to work out, too. Work went smooth, there were no back-orders or shipping mishaps or other potential catastrophes. The company cafeteria had mac&cheese with extra cheese on the lunch menu. And everything ran so smoothly that the green mouse actually had all her work done before the official end of the day and could leave for home half an hour earlier than normal. Even her car started at the first try and purred like a kitten as she drove home with the top down, enjoying the afternoon sun filling the sky and caressing the small town with a pleasant warmth.

Arriving home, Minty lost no time at all. Closing the front door behind her, she went straight for the cabinet on which the phone was standing, grabbed the note she had received two days earlier and dialed the number, holding the handset to her large ear with her shoulder while she emptied her briefcase on her desk, arranged the papers into neat piles and then walked to the open kitchen to pour herself a drink as she listened to the other end ring.
   "Dusty here," spoke the female voice answering the phone.
Minty smiled. She could tell from the tone of the voice, and the sound of pattering feet, that the vixen was walking through her house in some kind of hurry while answering the phone.
   "Dusty, hi! It's Minty. Did I call you at a bad time?"
   "Oh, hey, Minty! Been waitin' fer yer call!" A soft giggle. "Naw, not really a bad time, I was just on my way out to pick up Fifi from school, is all. Guess yer callin' 'bout that thing we talked 'bout last Saturday, right?"
   "Indeed I was," Minty replied with a soft chitter, pulling a bottle of Seven-Up from the fridge and filling a glass with it. "So what would be a good time for you to have me come visit so we can talk?"
   "How 'bout tonight? If yer not doing anything or have other obligations, that is."
   "Nah, I'm good. Work went as smoothly as a cat on slippers today," Minty smiled, recapping the bottle and putting it back in the fridge, then taking the phone from her shoulder and holding it in one paw, picking up her glass of Seven-Up with her free paw. "Tonight sounds great to me, I've been dying to talk to you. What time shall we say I'll be there at your place?"
   "Made ya curious, didn't I? Heh. What time? Well..." The voice was accompanied by the sound of a door closing, a car door opening and closing and an engine getting started. "Hang on, I'll put ya on paws-free." A little pause, some soft shuffling sounds and a click, then Dusty's voice returned again, sounding a tad more hollow and far-off than before. "Right, that's better. So what time, ya said? Well, lessee... have ya eaten yet? If ya drive over to our place right now, ya should be here 'bout the same time I come back from pickin' up Fifi, and we're havin' spaghetti, I could toss some extra in the pan and ya could have dinner with us."
Minty nodded while taking a sip from her glass.
   "That sounds lovely! No, I haven't eaten yet, I just got home from work myself. So I'd love to have dinner with you! I'll get on my way right now. Should I bring something?"
A soft chuckle from the other end of the line.
   "I 'unno, like what?"
Minty giggled.
   "Well... I don't know, something for dinner maybe? Or photos to look at? Or something?"
   "Ah, well, some pictures of ya would always be a pleasure lookin' at." Another soft chuckle. "As fer dinner... well, mebbe some extra cheese? If ya'll pardon the stereotype."
Minty laughed cheerfully this time.
   "Oh, no offense taken, Dusty! I quite live up to the stereotype, because I do love my cheese!" She emptied her glass and put it in the sink. "Sure, I'll bring some, and I'll bring some photos too. Should be there in about... an hour and a half, two hours, I guess, depending on the traffic."
   "Sounds perfect to me. See ya then, luv."
   "Alrighty, see you soon, Dusty. Drive safely by the school now!" she teased playfully before ringing off.

Giggling softly to herself, Minty put the handset back on the station before diving into her refrigerator. It was like she had said; she sure lived up to the stereotype about mice, as she had several different kinds of cheese in the fridge, and royal amounts of all of them. Let's see, which would be a good choice to bring with her... oh! That one! Minty grabbed the cheese in question, a half pound of ricotta. That went great with any kind of pasta, and it made a lovely stand-alone snack as well! Putting the cheese in a small bag, she stepped over to the breakfront and opened one of the drawers, taking out a photo album which she put in the bag as well.

While stepping out the living room door, the green mouse threw a glance at herself in the mirror of the vanity table slash coat rack, sticking out her tongue at herself with a cheerful smirk. Golly, great... her cheeks were that weird color again; she was blushing with excitement and happiness. And on top of that, she also looked a mess from having just arrived home after her work day and driving with the top of her convertible down. Looking at the underside of her right wrist, where the clockwork of her elegant little wristwatch was, Minty decided to make a quick dash into the shower first. Nothing fancy, nothing elaborate; just a quick ten-minute splash to make sure she looked a bit more decent and all fresh again for the dinner and talk with her new friends. She also quickly threw on some fresh clothes, just a simple tanktop and a pair of green denim shorts, not bothering with underwear as she usually did, and not even bothering to properly dry or brush her hair. It would dry in the wind when she drove over to the town of Willamina, and the wind would just mess it up anyway.

Hopping into her car with the bag holding the cheese and the photo album, Minty cheerfully sang to herself as she drove out of Bianco and down the 18 Freeway towards Willamina. Billy Joel; "Tell her about it", a cheerfully uptempo song, an oldie but goodie. Minty even tapped a paw against the steering wheel on the rhythm of the song, although she every now and then missed a few beats. Only about an hour later, she drove into Willamina, looking at the streetname signs with a smile as she made her way over to NorthEast 3rd Street. A little over a half hour later, she pulled her car up along the curb in front of the vixens' house, taking the bag and walking up to the front door with a happy spring to her step, her thin, sleek tail bouncing joyfully, then turning to swishing back and forth as she rang the doorbell.

Almost right the next moment, the door was opened by the small, peach-colored vixen Fiabella, who looked up at Minty with a bright smile.
   "Minty! Hiyeee! Mom said you'd be coming!" She called across her shoulder. "Mom! Minty is here! Mom's in the kitchen, fixing dinner," she added, looking back at Minty.
   "Come on in, luv!" Dusty's voice called out from the kitchen. "Dinner'll be done in a coupla minutes!" A soft, cheerful chuckle. "Ya brought the cheese?"
   "What did you think?" Minty called back with a giggle as she stepped through the door. "I brought plenty!" She looked at Fiabella with a smile. "Can you show me where the kitchen is, Fifi? Then I can give your mom the cheese."
   "Yeah! Yay! Cheese is yum!" the little vixen giggled. "It's this way! I'll fly you over there, Minty!"

She was holding a small toy airplane in her left paw, which she raised high into the air, going "vrooaaaaaaa!" while she grabbed one of Minty's paws with her other paw and darted through the hallway towards the kitchen. Giggling cheerily, the green mouse trotted after the enthused little vixen, being met by an also cheerfully chortling Dusty who was stirring a wood ladle through a large pan of bubbling water. As Fiabella let go of Minty's paw, the green mouse softly stroked the little vixen over the head with it, then turned to Dusty with a smile and winked as she reached into her bag and lay the half pound of ricotta cheese on the draining board.
   "There you go, almost half a pound of nice fresh ricotta. Think that'll do?"
   "Oh, I think that would do just perfect, luv," Dusty chuckled. She lay the ladle on the draining board and opened the package. "Lessee here... mmm-yup, that looks lovely, alright." She pinched a piece off the cheese and stuck it in her mouth. "Mmm, very good. Agree with me?" she grinned softly, pinching off another piece of cheese and playfully pressing it between Minty's lips.

Minty giggled, catching the morsel of cheese between her lips, as well as Dusty's fingers. With a cheerful wink, she gave a soft, teasing little nibble of her large front teeth to the vixen's fingers before releasing them and licking her lips.
   "Mmm, you don't need to feed me cheese to make me agree with you on the taste... I know it tastes good, I brought it myself after all," she teased. "But that's not to say I'm complaining about the feeding..."
Fiabella was meanwhile hopping up and down on her feet next to Minty, looking up with bright round eyes.
   "Can I have some too, mom? Can I? Can I can I can I? Please?"
Both Dusty and Minty laughed softly at the young vixen's enthusiasm.
   "Why sure, sweetie," Dusty smiled. "Here ya..." She looked around as some spattering and hissing noises attracted her attention; the spaghetti was boiling over. "Oop, I'd better stir that again." She gave the new piece of cheese she'd pinched off to Minty with a wink. "Here, Minty will give it to ya, 'kay?"
Minty giggled again, kneeling down on one knee while offering the piece of cheese to Fiabella.
   "Sure I will, here you go, Fifi, enjoy," she chittered softly.
The little vixen happily grabbed Minty's wrist with both paws and closed her lips over the green mousette's fingers, gobbling up the morsel of cheese with smacking sounds.
   "Mmm! Yummy yummy!"
   "Why don'tcha give Minty a drink, sweetie?" Dusty smiled while she stirred in the pan full of bubbling water, every now and then lifting a bunch of limp, slippery threads with the wood ladle, looking at them, then letting them drop back in the water. "If ya don't mind drinking from a can, luv?" she added, looking at Minty. "We have milk, Yoo Hoo, sodas, and there should still be some Bud Lights in the fridge too, I like'em sometimes. And wine." She chuckled. "What's yer preferred drink, anyways?"
   "Well, no alcohol for me," Minty chittered. "A soda will do just fine, thank you. I must admit I'm somewhat of a Seven-Up junkie. I guess I like the green package," she giggled.
   "Well, there's some green packaging I like, too," Dusty replied with a cheerful, foxy grin aimed at Minty. "Fifi, put Seven-Up on the list, 'kay? An' show Minty to the living room when ya got her a drink. Dinner's almost done."
   "Sure!" Fiabella chirped, already by the refrigerator. She scribbled something on a small notepad held to the door by a magnet, then opened the door and leaned into the refrigerator, her small bottlebrush tail wagging behind her. "We dun have no Seven-Up, Minty. Is diet Pepsi okay? Or you can have some of my Yoo Hoo if you want!" she offered generously. "It's strawberry, yum!"
Minty giggled again.
   "Diet Pepsi is fine, dearie, thank you."
   "Okee dokee! Here!"

Fiabella handed Minty a can of the soda, also taking one for herself. Cutely bumping the refrigerator door shut with her tush, the little vixen took Minty by her free paw and started pulling the green mouse out of the kitchen and towards the living room before Minty even got the chance to pop the top of her soda can. Giggling softly, she followed Fiabella into the living room, sitting down on the sofa with her can of soda and looking at the small vixen sitting down on the throw rug in the middle of the floor, beginning to play with a couple of toy airplanes that were laying scattered around on the rug.

The young vixen's play was interrupted only a few minutes later by her mother, however, who carried a large wide bowl piled high with steaming spaghetti into the room, stepping towards the dining table that stood in a large sort of alcove by the rear living room window. Three places were already set at the table, and Dusty called her daughter and her guest over with a cheerful "dinner's done! Come an' get it, ya rascals!"

With a chittered laugh and a happy cheer respectively, Minty and Fiabella stepped over to the dining alcove as well and took a seat at the table, Fiabella only after she had first moved her chair and table setting closer to the spot where Minty sat down. The green mousette chittered softly again, gently stroking the vixen kit over the ears with a paw while she looked at the bowl that Dusty had planted on the table. Mmm, spaghetti in Italian tomato sauce... and on top of it, the adult vixen had, indeed, grated the entire half pound of ricotta that Minty had brought. She had to lift the spoons very high to not have anything trailing across the tablecloth while she filled Fiabella's and Minty's plate, and then her own.

Of course, there was some spillage during dinner anyway; most due to the way Fiabella happily slurped her spaghetti with loud noises and quite a bit of splatters. It made dinner pass by in a very cheerful and gigglish atmosphere, especially when Minty tried to show the young vixen the right way to slurp spaghetti, and had some of the slippery threads flipping upwards at the last end and slapping her in the face, one of them even winding itself around the mousette's pointy muzzle.

After dinner, Minty helped Dusty rinsing the dishes and loading them in the dishwasher, after which they returned to the living room and sat on the couch with another drink. The green mouse giggled again as Fiabella returned to her play with the toy airplanes, holding whole monologues interspersed with load "vrooaaaaa!" noises. At one point, Fiabella flew one of her toy planes over to Minty and shuffled it through the fur on the green mousette's leg.
   "Oh noes! We've crashed in the forest, captain! Everything is green around us!"
Minty laughed cheerfully and winked at the little vixen.
   "You like your planes a lot, don't you?"
   "Yeah!" Fiabella nodded happily. "I wish I could fly! That'd be so cool! I been on a plane with mom twice!"
   "Well, how'd you like to make that three times?" Minty giggled. "If you and your mom want, I could take you for a flight in my plane sometimes."

The offer had about the same effect as when Minty would have said she actually [i]was[/i] an alien mouse from Mars. Dusty tilted her head with a soft chuckle to look at the green mousette with an eyebrow quirked in surprise.
   "Come again, luv?"
Fiabella, however, was looking at Minty as if the mousette had just grown a second head. Her bright, deep orange eyes wide and round and her muzzle sinking open, she gawped at Minty, forgetting all about her toy plane she had dropped in the mousette's lap. Then, all of a sudden, she clapped her paws and started jumping up and down on her feet.
   "You got a plane?! Awesome! That's so cool, Minty! What kinda plane do you have? Is it like a Boeing?"
   "Heavens, no!" Minty shook her head, bursting into a fit of squeaked giggles. "Those are way way way too big and way way too expensive!" She shook her head again, petting Fiabella's head with a giggle. "No dearie, my plane is just a cute little one, a Beechcraft C23 Sundowner, with only four seats in it. But that's more than enough for the three of us, right?" She reached for her bag. "Here, I'll show you, I brought a photo album."

Squealing joyously, Fiabella climbed into Minty's lap and eagerly leaned over to look at the photo album the green mouse produced from the bag. Dusty shuffled closer as well, not doing any effort to hide her curiosity as she leaned in. Smiling and winking at both vixens, Minty opened the photo album and flipped through a few pages, showing a collection of photos of her small green and white Sundowner, some also with herself in the picture, leaning against the fuselage, sitting coyly on one of the wings, or waving from the cockpit canopy.
   "Coooool!" Fiabella cheered in a long-drawn, enthused comment as she looked at the pictures. "Mom, look! Minty has a real plane! Can we go fly with her sometime, mom?" She set upon Dusty a pair of the biggest, roundest, cutest, sparkliest, most begging puppy dog eyes ever. "[i]Pleeeeeeease[/i]?!"
   "Of course we can," Dusty giggled, shaking her head a bit at the unexpected surprise. "Golly luv, that's sure a surprise. I befriended a mouse who has her own airplane!" She grinned softly, looking at the pictures again. "Looks a real beaut, though."
   "Yeah, she's my precious baby," Minty smiled. "Flying's my one big joy and passion in life. I took my first flying lessons before I even had my trainer's driver's license." She giggled softly and smiled. "I hadn't any plans for next weekend yet, so if you don't have any plans for then yet either, what say we make it a little weekend outing? We could meet Saturday morning, drive over to Silverton where I keep Sunny and go for a nice flight, then you can spend the night at my place and we'll hang out on Sunday." She chittered softly and winked. "I have a real lovely hot tub on the backyard deck, too."
Fiabella squealed again and started bouncing in Minty's lap.
   "Eeeee! Awesome! Cool! Can we, mom? Can we can we can we? Please please [i]pleeeeease[/i]?!"
Dusty chuckled softly.
   "Sure, I don't see any problem with that." She winked at Minty. "It's a date, luv. We'll be there, fer sure."
   "Great," Minty smiled, and; "Yay! Wheee! Cool!" Fiabella cheered, bouncing in Minty's lap. "You're like the best mom ever, mom!"
Dusty laughed softly.
   "Glad to hear, sweetie. Because the best mom ever is lookin' at the clock an' seeing it's bedtime fer li'l vixens. Go take yer bath, brush yer teeth an' put on yer nighties, an' I'll be right with ya to tuck ya in, 'kay?"
   "Okee dokee!" Fiabella giggled, though she didn't make any moves to get out of Minty's lap yet. "Can Minty come tuck me in too? I wanna goodnight kiss from her too!"
   "Sure dearie, I'll tuck you in nice and cozy, promise," Minty chittered.
   "Coolio!" Fiabella giggled, hugging Minty before sliding out of the mousette's lap and taking her small toy plane with her. "Thanks Minty! You're cool!"
   "Thank you, sweetie," Minty giggled.

She looked after the young vixen as Fiabella darted from the living room, a moment later her feet audible on the stairs as she pattered upstairs. Turning back to Dusty, she smiled.
   "Such a cute little kit."
   "Ain't she, though?" Dusty smiled. "One always happy li'l ball of energy, that's Fifi, alright."
Minty nodded with a soft chitter, her large round ears wiggling to the sound of running water, splashing, and happy giggling coming from somewhere upstairs. She playfully pretended to not notice Dusty's bushy tail brushing against her side every now and then, or even the vixen's soft toes teasingly sliding over and against her own dainty little feet, although each time she looked back at Dusty, she sent the vixen a cheerful little grin and a wink.

Their playful flirting was interrupted about twenty minutes later by a cheery voice from upstairs.
   "Mom! Minty! I'm all done!"
   "On our way, sweetie!" Dusty called back.

She stood up from the couch and pulled Minty to her feet by a paw as well before leading the way up the stairs and into Fiabella's bedroom. The green mouse looked around her with a soft giggle. It was a typical pre-teen girl's bedroom; painted, wallpapered, carpeted and even furnished in bright, cheerful colors, with plushies and toys everywhere around, Care Bear curtains before the windows, Care Bear and My Little Pony posters on the walls, and a big round ball of a lamp that looked like a colorful beach ball hanging from the ceiling. A giggled snort escaped the mousette's lips when she spotted Fiabella; the young vixen was sitting on her bed, wearing a pair of pajamas that looked like an animal costume. A little vixen, dressed for bed as a bunny... now that was just too cute!
   "Hey, now isn't that strange?" she giggled, looking around her as if searching for something. "I thought we were going up here to tuck in and wish sweet dreams to a little vixen, but I don't see any little vixens here! There's only a bunny over there. Now where did Fifi go?"
Dusty chortled softly, and Fiabella giggled in a high-pitched chirp, bouncing on her little butt on the bed.
   "I'm right here, silly! I'm Fifi! Hee hee!"
   "Ohhh, would you look at that!" Minty giggled. "The little vixen turned into a bunny! Now isn't that the cutest thing you ever saw!"
   "I would hafta agree," Dusty grinned.

She stepped over to the bed, helping Fiabella settle down under the covers and tucking the little vixen in. Leaning over, she pressed a soft kiss on her daughter's cheek.
   "Night night, sweetie. Sleep well an' have sweet dreams."
   "Nightynight, mom," Fiabella crooned happily, kissing her mother's cheek back before rolling her head and holding out her arms. "I wanna goodnight kiss from you too, Minty."
   "My pleasure, dearie," Minty giggled.
She stepped over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, leaning over to press a soft kiss on Fiabella's forehead. She didn't get that far, though, as the small vixen wrapped both her arms around Minty's neck and pulled the mousette down, giving her a great big wet slopper of a kiss on the side of her pointy muzzle.
   "Mmwwahh! Nightynight Minty! You're so cool! And it's so cool you have a plane! I can't wait till we go fly! I'm gonna tell all my friends at school, they'll be so totally jealous! Thanks so much, Minty!"
   "Hee hee," Minty giggled, freeing herself from Fiabella's tight hug and pressing a playful smooch on the vixen's wet nose. "That's my pleasure too, dearie. Now, go to sleep and have sweet dreams, okay? And do your best at school tomorrow. I'll see you again Saturday. Goodnight, Fifi."
   "Yeah! I can't wait! It'll be so cool! Night Minty!"

The green mouse gave the small vixen a soft hug, then rose up from the bed and waved as she stepped out of the bedroom. Dusty turned off the light and closed the door, leading the way back downstairs and into the living room. She turned to a cabinet, smiling at Minty.
   "Another drink, luv? Something a bit stronger than that Pepsi, perhaps?"
   "Just another soda will do fine, Dusty," Minty winked. "Like I said, no alcohol for me. Not just because I'm driving, but I simply can't have it. I went over the top a bit in high school, so I've been on the wagon since then and make it a point never to touch a drop anymore." She chittered. "No good idea to drink and drive, and even less so to drink and fly, and besides, flying gives me all the kick I need."
   "Ah, alright," Dusty nodded with a smile. "Hope ya don't mind I take one?"
   "Not at all, go right ahead," Minty smiled, sitting back down on the couch.
   "Thanks, luv."

Dusty went to the kitchen for a moment, returning with a glass and a can of diet Pepsi which she handed Minty. Turning to the cabinet again, she poured an elegant glass of sherry for herself, with which she sat down on the couch next to the green mouse, sending Minty a cheerful wink again.
   "Cheers, luv. Now we'll have the chance to chat a bit more seriously."
   "Yes, you did say there were some things we'd have to talk about, after all," Minty giggled, taking a sip from her glass. "You got me curious, alright; I've been wondering all weekend what you might have in store for me."
Dusty laughed softly, poking one of Minty's feet with her own.
   "In store! Yeah, I might have a coupla things in store for ya, luv," she said with a playful, sly foxy grin. "For starters, I been havin' the feeling since we met on the beach last Saturday, that we might be more than just friends, from the way ya were lookin' me over. An' ya haven't been turning down my flirts either, contrarily I'd say." She winked. "So ya liked what ya saw Saturday, didn'tcha?"
   "I'd be lying through my teeth if I'd say I didn't like what I saw," Minty chittered, returning the wink. "In plain, forward words; you're one heck of a sexy vixen, Dusty." She gave a little grin of her own. "So yeah, if our friendship is going to be much... deeper and more intimate than just friends, you sure won't hear me complaining."
   "Mmm, good," Dusty hummed, still grinning softly while she rubbed her fuzzy grey toes against Minty's dainty green ones. She turned a bit on the couch to face the mouse more directly, leaning in closer. "Now then... I ain't got me eyes in my hip pocket, luv, so I noticed other things Saturday too. For one, that ya were givin' Fifi the same kinda lookin' over as ya were givin' me. For another, Feef told me when we were home that she smelled 'the nice smell' coming from ya when ya were talking, before ya went swimmin'. For a third, when I went looking for her an' found the both of ya in the water, I sure noticed how..." She grinned and playfully pricked a finger into Minty's small breasts. "...perky ya were, an' that weren't just from the water, since ya'd been in there fer a good while already. 'Sides..." She gave Minty another playful poke with a finger, right on one of the mousette's nipples. "...ya remained perky all the while up till we put our clothes back on after ya had checked out my car, an' that was well over an hour later." She leaned in so close that her breath and whiskers tickled Minty's large round ears. "So... that kinda gives me a happy suspicion that it might just be possible yer havin' the same leanings as I do, luv..."

As Dusty was speaking, Minty had gradually begun to wriggle more and more while a deep blush crept onto her cheeks, giving her face that strange tint again. She didn't dare to look up at the vixen leaning towards her, instead looking into her glass of cola, twitching her short green whiskers, fiddling with her fingers around the glass she held in both paws, curling her thin tail around her right ankle, then her left, then her right again, over and over again. At the last words Dusty all but breathed hotly into her ear, the green mousette slowly looked up a bit, shivering from the sensation against her large ear, still blushing deeply.
   "Uhm... what... what do you mean..?"

The vixen's sly grin deepened. Again she leaned in even closer towards Minty, brushing her whiskers and cool, wet nose against the mousette's ear as she lifted her muzzle, whispering something in Minty's ear. Then she sat back, leaning against the back of the couch with her side while looking at the green mouse, winking as she tapped a finger against the side of her muzzle
   "So... do ya?"

Minty shivered again from the touches to her ear, squeaking softly in her throat while her tail once more flicked from around her right ankle to around her left. Looking up at Dusty's face, her blush still glowing hotly on her cheeks, she slowly nodded.
   "It's... my deepest secret, but... yes." She looked down at her glass again. "I'm a bad mousie."
   "Naw ya ain't," Dusty smiled, squeezing Minty's thigh. "Here, lemme tell ya a li'l something, luv." She sat back and crossed her legs, softly rubbing her foot along Minty's leg. "Feef an' me, luv, we're members of ALTYO; that's the Association of Lovers of The Young Ones." She giggled softly and winked. "An' fortunately, most every layman hearing of it thinks that references to the British comedy series. But it don't, it means we're lovers of young'uns. Now, lemme assure ya; it ain't some kinda dark, underground, kinky sex cult or something. We're officially registered, as an all-gal naturist club, which is what we [i]are[/i]. Only difference between us an' other naturist organizations is that we're all gals, who know, accept, an' understand that gals get sexually aware at young ages, and we don't keep it a taboo to'em, but we freely teach'em about it an' answer all their questions about it. It's stupid to think kits don't get those kinda wonderings an' desires an' feelings at young ages, because they [i]do[/i]. An' it ain't healthy keeping things like that taboo fer'em; they'll get the feelings an' wonderings an' questions anyway, an' when they don't get no answers, they'll try an' figure'em out fer themselves, with higher chances of way wrong results. An' if ya keep it a taboo, that just makes it more mysterious an' more alluring to'em; it's a bigger incentive for'em to try things out." She smiled again. "So that's why we don't keep sex a taboo issue for our kits, we're all totally open an' honest 'bout it, we talk with'em 'bout it, we answer their questions 'bout it, we help'em with it, we give'em tips an' pointers an' advice on it." She chuckled softly and winked at Minty. "So yeah, that also means we [i]have[/i] it with'em."

Minty listened to the vixen's explanation in silence. Completely forgetting about her drink she held in both paws in her lap, she looked up at Dusty with her eyes growing wide in surprise, her blush receding, or at least shifting from one of embarrassment to one of excitement as the vixen kept quite intimately rubbing her foot along the mousette's foot and leg. Slowly, her eyes returned to their regular size, and a smile began to curl the mousette's lips.
   "That... actually sounds really... I dunno, noble. And it makes [i]so[/i] much sense."
Dusty chuckled and stuck out her tongue.
   "Glad ya think so, luv, because yer sure one of the few. We keep a low profile, 'cause the freedom with which we talk about, an' teach our kits about sexual things, sure ain't an accepted thing in this world. Most people never heard of our organization, which is good. Some people who heard of it think, like I said, that the name refers to the comedy series from England. Some, though, find out what we're about, an' get the wrong idea, disregarding the healthy an' normal manner that we talk to our kits with an' teach'em with, an' instead focusing on the fact we also freely have sex in front of, an' with, our kits." She shrugged. "Take my husband, Feef's father, for instance. When he found out 'bout it, he up an' left in disgust. Just packed his things, an' went."
   "Gee... I'm sorry," Minty said softly.
   "Dun be," Dusty smiled. "He didn't make no troubles, which I'm grateful for. When he left, I did what comes naturally; I filed for divorce. That was the last time I saw him; he came for the signing of the papers. No endless discussions 'bout alimony, no endless discussions 'bout who got what, no endless discussions 'bout who got custody of Feef; he just plain made it clear; I dun wanna have nothing to do with those two no more. So all he took was his own clothes, his own bank account, an' his own car. The house, the furniture, the station wagon, Feef, everything, that was all for me. He just signed the papers, left, an' pretended we'd never existed." She chuckled. "Well, an' as I was bi-sexual way before I married him already, I just turned away from guys completely an' focused my preference on gals only, so actually I'm real glad he's gone an' left me an' Feef totally free."
   "Oh..." Minty said, slowly smiling again. "Well, that does kinda make sense too, I can understand that." She suddenly became aware of the glass of cola she was holding in her lap with both paws again and took a sip. "So, uhm... I kind of take it that this... organization, is only for mothers with kits? Who share your open, free, healthy viewpoints?"
   "Basically, yeah," Dusty nodded, leaning over to put her empty glass on the coffee table. "But we do also have a number of single gals in our member list. Some young'uns, fifteen, sixteen years old, an' also coupla adults, usually family or close, trusted friends of other members." She gave that sly foxy grin again and touched a fingertip to Minty's pointy little nose. "As such, yer one that could get in, luv, as a close, intimate, trusted friend of mine."
Minty blushed furiously and squeaked softly.
   "That... would be nice," she mumbled. Drawing in a deep breath, she regained herself a bit. "So, like... what do you ladies do? As you're basically a naturist group, like you said."
   "True," Dusty nodded with a smile. "An' as such, that's mostly what we have events for. Like a camping weekend at a nudist camping, nude hiking, havin' a day at a nude beach, all them things that other naturist groups do too. Only sometimes the playtimes can get way more intimate when we're in more private settings," she added with a chuckle. "Also, we help one another. If one of us has any kinda problem, she can call other members, an' w'all try the best we can to help solve the problem. An' we got gals from all walks of life, from trailer park moms to mothers working a job as a lawyer, so we have plenty of manners to solve problems." Again that sly foxy grin crept across her muzzle. "An' of course, as we're all lesbian or at least bi-sexual an' have a love for the young'uns, we do also have some events now an' then specifically aimed at sex... like the Roman night as we call it, usually once every two or three weeks, at the house of one of the members, where we... well, lessay, re-enact an ancient Roman all-gal orgy." She turned her grin back into a smile. "But, that ain't the main objective of our organization, it's just... well, a nice bonus."
   "I see..."  Minty breathed, nodding slowly.

She looked back at her glass and took another sip, still blushing. Even the insides of her large, round ears had that strange tint now as the rosy glow of her blush mixed with her turquoise-ish skin. Dusty chuckled softly, sitting back and calmly curling her bushy tail into her lap while she kept softly stroking her foot along Minty's foot and leg every now and then, in an almost calming, comforting manner while she gave the green mousette some time to silently process everything she had told Minty just now.

After a little while, Minty drew in a deep breath and downed the last cola in her glass, leaning over to set the empty glass on the coffee table as well. Sitting back, she looked at Dusty, and smiled as she saw the vixen looking back at her with a smile.
   "Well, that was certainly a... very unexpected turn to the evening," Minty smiled. "Of all the things I had figured you wanted to talk with me about, this sure wasn't one of them. But... well, I'm... really happy to know of... all this."
   "I figured ya would be, luv," Dusty nodded with a smile. Again she leaned in and gave that vulpine grin again, placing a paw on Minty's thigh and rubbing softly. "An' I'm pretty darn sure it'll allow the three of us to have a lot more fun than ya originally anticipated next weekend when we're staying over at yer place..." She winked cheerfully as Minty blushed again. "Now then, something else... there was another thing I noticed at the beach last Saturday, when we got introduced... ya sure were paying my pussy a great deal more attention than just to look at it, weren'tcha? Now I know Feef an' me are more... ferally shaped down there, so... liked what ya saw, didn'tcha? Is there mebbe... another secret ya might wanna tell me of, mm?"

Minty almost immediately blushed furiously again and sank down into the couch a bit with a soft squeak. Once again she coiled her thin tail around her left ankle after uncoiling it from her right, looking up at Dusty with an almost guilty giggle.
   "Yeah... I'm a naughty mousie. Those are my two darkest secret desires... kits and animals. Or actually, kits, animals and food..."
Dusty laughed cheerfully and winked, leaning in to give a playful lick across Minty's pointy nose while she squeezed the green mousette's thigh.
   "Well, ya ain't the only one, luv. My mom was just like that, too. For one, she raised me in a completely free, open an' honest sexual manner, from when I was a newborn kit on already. An' for another... well, my dad, the fox my mom was married to for thirty-two years, always [i]thought[/i] he was my dad, an' my mom never made him any the wiser, but she did once tell me that I was actually conceived by a feral tod, one of her forest lovers. She told me that to explain why I was havin' some feral traits, like my eyes, an' the shape of my pussy, as well as a keener nose an' a sharp observational ability. Which is why I rather clearly spotted all them things 'bout ya last Saturday," she added with another wink.
   "Oh..." Minty said, letting out a soft giggle. "I didn't even know that was even possible."
   "It's mighty rare," Dusty admitted, nodding. "But it does happen. I'm one of them rare cases, an' because I have it, Feef got some of it too. How much, that's something time will tell as she grows up."
   "That makes sense," Minty nodded with a smile.

Dusty also nodded again, turning a bit on the couch to face Minty more directly once again. Still rubbing the green mousette's thigh with one paw, she let her paw drift up to Minty's tummy, playfully fiddling with the buttons of the fly on the mousette's dark green denim daisy dukes. Minty squeaked for a moment and looked down, then up again to meet a cheerful grin from the vixen leaning in close towards her.
   "Now, I'm also pretty darn sure that ya would just love to have yerself a much closer an' more detailed look at what ya been staring at last Saturday, don'tcha, luv? Just as I sure won't mind havin' me a good close look at the green goodies yer packaging."
Minty giggled softly.
   "You sure do get right to the point, don't you, Dusty-HEEE!"
Her voice shot up a full octave when the vixen's fingers slid under the waistband of her shorts and found her clit, giving the sensitive bud a playful pinch. Dusty grinned at it and winked, running her other paw up Minty's side now, under the mousette's tanktop.
   "Why sure, luv. After all, we already saw each other stark naked, we been flirting like mad, an' we both know we been aiming to get to this, so why waste any more time on preliminary talk, mm?"
   "You're so right," Minty giggled, breathing deeply. "And you were right about that other thing too... I would love to see you stark naked again and have me a good close look, feel and taste of that lovely pussy of yours..."
   "I figured, and same goes fer me, luv," Dusty murred.

She sat up on her knees on the couch, facing Minty and slowly pushing the mouse over onto her back with both paws. Minty shivered happily, lowering her own paws to the hem of her tanktop and pulling it off over her head, shaking out her hair and her large round ears while she lifted her hips as Dusty hooked the fingers of both paws around the waistband of the mousette's shorts and pulled them down over Minty's legs and off over her feet. Leaning over, she placed her paws on Minty's thighs and pressed them apart, slowly running her tongue along her lips.
   "Mmm, yeah, lookit that, all nice an' juicy... Mouse is a popular prey fer us foxies, an' this is one mouse I'm sure eager to eat..."

She leaned down even further, suiting the action to her words by drawing her tongue across Minty's already damp, green folds in a long-drawn, slow, enjoying slurp. Minty squeaked and gasped, shuddering in delight, and also being a tad surprised; she had probably expected the vixen's tongue to feel soft and warm and wet like a dog's, but at Dusty's slow slurp she felt the vixen's tongue actually almost felt like that of a cat! It definitely was not an unpleasant feeling, though... which the green mouse proved with her wriggling and the lifting of her hips, leaning one leg over Dusty's shoulder while she rubbed her other foot against the vixen's side, over her shirt and pushing at the hem of her skirt.
   "Ahhh... golly, Dusty..." she panted softly, closing her eyes. "Please... it's been too long..."
   "Mmm," the vixen murred in response, rubbing one paw along Minty's hips and the other against the inside of the mousette's thigh.

Minty squeaked louder, holding one paw on the backrest of the couch for support while she ran her other paw over her small breasts and perked turquoise nipples, wriggling and pressing her hips up again as Dusty's warm and soft, but indeed somewhat raspy tongue drew several more slow laps over her trembling green vagina, slowly applying a bit more pressure to dip between the swelling labia. Wagging her thick bottlebrush tail happily, the vixen lowered herself to press even closer between Minty's thighs, bringing up both her paws and using her thumbs to spread the mousette's green labia apart, letting her tongue slide directly through Minty's warm slit, her cool, wet nose rubbing and pressing against the mousette's perking clit. After a few more slow, deep licks, Dusty stopped, however, and slowly crawled over the shuddering mousette's form, pressing a playful kiss on Minty's lips.
   "Mmm, delicious... though I hafta say I'm a tad disappointed, luv... yer name is Minty, an' ya have the color of mint, but ya don't taste like mint," she teased playfully.

Opening her eyes, Minty wrapped her arms around Dusty's neck and pulled the vixen close for a deep kiss. She slowly ran her paws down over Dusty's shoulders and sides to the hem of the vixen's shirt, chittering softly as she broke the kiss eventually.
   "Yeah, sorry about that... that's about the only thing normal about me; my taste," she giggled through her deep, excited breath. Glowing with a happy blush, she began lifting Dusty's shirt, winking at the vixen. "Gimme your body, Dusty... you look so much better naked," she panted softly. "And please... I wanna feel that lovely pussy of yours on mine..."
   "Mmmmm," was the murred reply. "With every imaginable kinda pleasure, luv..."

The vixen stood up from the couch for a moment, stretching while taking off her shirt, then pushing down her skirt and kicking it off, revealing all of her pastel yellow, white and dust grey fur to Minty's happily sparkling eyes. To tease the green mouse a bit, Dusty then stepped back to the couch, standing before it at where Minty's head was resting on the seat and spreading her legs to show off her plump, mottled grey-brown and pink vagina, which indeed looked more like that of a quadruped vixen, running a finger over the thick, pudgy lips and then touching Minty's nose with that finger, all the while staying just out of reach of the mousette's paws. Minty moaned wantonly, grabbing Dusty's wrist with one paw while rolling over and trying to reach the vixen's tummy with her other.
   "Mmm, mousie wants herself some pussy, huh?" Dusty murred with a grin.
   "Yes..." Minty panted. "Please, Dusty... it's been weeks since I last been with someone... I'm burning up. I want you so bad." She looked up at Dusty's face with almost the same begging puppy dog eyes Fiabella had given her mother earlier, chirring deeply. "Let me feel that beautiful pussy on mine, Dusty... please..."

Dusty murred deeply and winked, trailing her damp finger along Misty's pointy muzzle and lips for a moment before laying back down on the couch. She brushed her bushy tail against the green mousette's thin hairless one, sliding her left leg under Minty's right leg while she rested her own right leg over the mousette's tummy and chest. Moaning happily, Minty wrapped her arms around Dusty's leg, nuzzling her face against the underside of the vixen's soft light grey foot, softly kissing and licking at the mottled brown-grey and pink pads while she needily pushed her hips upwards. With a soft giggle at the ticklish feeling of Minty's licking and nuzzling to the pads under her foot, Dusty wiggled her toes a bit as she scootched in closer, rubbing Minty's right leg and foot with one paw and wagging her tail over the edge of the couch. A shared moan rose up from both females when their warm, trembling sexes met in a damp kiss, Minty's tiny, elegant green toes splaying while she closed her lips over one of Dusty's light grey toes, suckling softly.

Holding on tightly to the vixen's leg with both arms, Minty closed her eyes and moaned deeper and higher-pitched as she began to rock her hips, rubbing her quivering green folds against the thick, squishy petals of Dusty's two-tone-mottled vulva, flicking her thin tail which coiled around her own leg, Dusty's leg or the vixen's tail randomly. With a delighted grunt, Dusty met the firmer pressure of Minty's sex against her own, holding both of the mousette's ankles in her paws as she arched and pressed herself against Minty's shuddering body, rolling and wiggling her hips.
   "Eeeyuhhh... heavens... Dusty..." the green mouse chittered in panting huffs of breath. "You feel so amazing... ahhhhh..."
   "Mmmmm..." Dusty murred. "Ya too, luv... gaw, yer hot..."

She arched again, pushing herself up against Minty with a soggy squish as her thick juices began to seep from her slit, coating her own and Minty's vagina in a shimmering, sticky film. Minty squeaked in pleasure while she stretched her legs, almost tugging on Dusty's right leg with both arms for more traction to rub her needy nethers against the vixen's slick sex, her large round ears flagging to the wet sounds that started rising up louder when her own nectar mixed with Dusty's. High-pitched, chirping huffs of hot breath escaped the mousette's lips around Dusty's toes, her own small toes splaying and curling in turns as she rode up against the vixen's plump vulva needily, pressing in so hard Dusty's swollen labia completely engulfed Minty's by now dripping green pussy, drawing even higher squeaks from the mouse as the rocking motions of their hips made it feel as if Dusty's vagina was suckling on her own.

 A loud, high squeal rolled from the green mousette's lips, letting go of Dusty's toes, as she felt her engorged clitbud rubbing full through the entire length of Dusty's hot, slippery slit. Letting out a grunted growl of pleasure, the vixen pressed herself even harder up against the arching mousette, her swollen cuntlips now indeed applying suction to Minty's dripping vagina, her ears perking to the loud squelching sounds as they splashed their sopping snatches together with ever more of their juices flowing and mixing.

Ever increasing their tempo of rocking and rubbing against each other and the urgency in the pressure of their vaginas against one another's, Minty squeezed her eyes tightly and squeaked desperately as the poor green mouse couldn't take any more. It had, as she had told Dusty, been weeks since she'd last been intimate with anyone else, only having had relief from her own fingers and her buzzer, as she called her little friend, and now, with all the excitement that had built in her over their meeting, the excitement that had built on top of that after all the things Dusty had told her, and the amazing feeling of the vixen's plump pussy now almost milking her own were more than Minty could stand for very long. Arching her entire back off the couch, tail flicking madly, tiny toes curling and clenching, the green mouse again squealed a loud, high-pitched and long-drawn squeal when a heavy climax rolled through her shuddering green body, her twitching vulva tightening and clenching within the slippery confines of Dusty's swollen labia as her orgasm burst from her body and sprayed right into Dusty's through the connection of their slickly intertwined vaginas.

Minty's loud squeal was joined by a passionate howl from Dusty as the vixen also arched and pushed up hard against the green mouse, the feeling of Minty's juices forcibly squirting into her mottled pussy setting off her own climax. Her bushy tail fluffed out, her shocking body going rigid as her clenching sex took in Minty's juices, then spewed them back out along with her own thick fluids, filling and completely soaking the green mousette's pussy and entire mound. Minty squealed again, the shudders surging through her frame causing her to squish herself against Dusty's flowing snatch repeatedly with splashing sounds, spattering their mixed fluids all over the both of them and the couch.

For several long, blissful moments, the two females remained in their positions, arched, shuddering, pressed up close and slickly against one another, twitching and gasping superficially. Then, slowly, their muscles relaxed, their grips on one another loosened, their breaths deepened into slow, heavy panting as they sank down on the soggy seat of the couch, never breaking the contact between their soaked, sticky vulvas. With eyes closed and chests heaving, they lay back, limply, panting deeply, heads tilted back, Dusty with her tongue lolling from the side of her open muzzle, Minty with her arms wrapped back around the vixen's right leg resting over her tummy and chest. No sounds rose up except for their panting breath, mixed with Dusty's gasping murrs and Minty's superficial squeaks, and every now and then a soft squelch as one of them shifted a little and caused their messy, dripping pussies to rub along each other slowly.

Finally, Dusty caught her breath first. She pulled her tongue back into her muzzle and slowly sat up a little, an ear flicking to the soft, wet 'shlup' as her pudgy two-tone-mottled vagina slid off of Minty's trembling green folds, their labia remaining connected by several thin, slimy threads slowly leaking down towards the seat of the couch. Minty opened her eyes and rolled her head as she also caught her breath, looking up at Dusty's face with a satisfied smile, then looking down between their bodies at the beautiful mess they had made, her thin tail swishing lazily as the last remains of their shared orgasm drizzled from their quivering slits.

Their eyes meeting again, Minty once more smiled at Dusty, pulling in a couple of deep breaths before she pushed herself up a bit with her paws so she could embrace the vixen.
   "Mmmmm," she chirred contently. "That was absolutely amazing, Dusty... heavens did I need that."
   "I totally agree, luv," Dusty panted softly. "That was simply wonderful. Yer one heckuva hot mousie."

She slowly let herself sink down onto her back again, holding her arms around Minty's shoulders and pulling the green mouse along with her. Chittering softly, Minty snuggled onto Dusty's form, answering the embrace and the deep, passionate kiss the vixen took her into, slowly sliding her slender little tongue along and around Dusty's larger tongue while their sticky vaginas once again met in a sloppy, wet kiss as the two females snuggled close together.

Neither of them noticed the small, pleasured sigh coming from near the living room door, nor the almost soundless shuffling of small feet sneaking back up the stairs...