The Secret of NIMH - Adult Quicky Stories

A Nimh Quicky #01
by tannim
September 9, 2008

	Cynthia snuck into the bathroom and hid under the upside down cup that was their sink.  She peered through the little crack in the side and watched as Martin came in.  He stretched, having just gotten up, and stood in front of the toilet, a pipe leading out into the field.  She watched with wide eyes as he rubbed his little thing and sent a wide arc out into the pipe.  She looked down at herself and decided she wanted to try pissing like that.

	 Martin heard the soft rustle in the cub as his sister got into a better position to view him and he frowned uncertain, then he saw the eye looking out and gave himself a shake as he finished.  The boy flapped his cute soft boyhood up and down for a while, just for fun and smirked on one side of his muzzle when he heard a gasp from the cup.  He dove to the cup and pressed it tightly to the ground.  "Hey, a bathroom ghost. I wonder if I can trap it in here!"  Cynthia squeaked inside and he felt the cup move as she tried to push it up to climb out.  "Uh uhh... ghosts have to be punished for bad things!"  He thought a moment and then shuffled around until his penis poked into to the crack.  "Touch it."

	Inside the dark cup Cynthia stopped pushing to get out.  She had wanted to touch it anyway.  She crawled to it and rubbed it with her whiskers.  A giggle escaped her when her brother jerked back from the tickle-y whiskers on it but he quickly stuck it back in. Cynthia squeezed it with one hand and was really happy with how soft it was.  At least at first.  As she squeezed and kneaded it he stopped being soft and grew quite hard.  Almost poking her in the eye as she was right next to it rubbing her whiskers and cheek fur against it in between squeezes.  "The... That's it ghost... Ru... touch it good!" The girl was delighted at the funny way it made her brother act and happily gripped it hard and tugged to see what would happen.  He grunted and she felt the cup rock.  The girl pushed and pulled her brother's thingy.  Playing with her new toy and liking the way it smelled.

	Martin gulped, he was really liking how he was feeling.  He'd just learned to masturbate a week ago, but this felt so much better.  He wasn't sure if it was Cynthia or Teresa, but he suspected Cynthia.  Teresa was a lot stronger.  The thought that it could be Timmy under there never passed his mind, Timmy had  gone into their mother's room for the night after waking up complaining about something.  He felt a curious tongue drag over him and a sniffing nose followed by a soft pair of lips.  "No biting!" Just as he felt teeth pressed experimentally against him.  His tail swished happily back and forth, it was a good morning after all.  The paws and mouth were really teasing him good and he felt a wonderful tickle building in his groin.  He was about to shoot when his mother peaked in.  "Martin, everything ok? You've been in here a while.  I need to get my bath too"  She looked him up and down, noting his hips pressed firmly to the cup.  "What are you doing?" Mrs. Brisby stepped in and hurried over to the toilet,  squatting over behind her son and going.

	With the distraction his orgasm backed off a bit but his flushed face and trembling legs were obvious to his mother who finished and moved behind him.  She crouched down and kissed his cheek.  "What are you doing, sweety?"  "I'm... unn... momm..." He couldn't get anything out.  Her fingers had wrapped around his balls and a finger pushed under his tail.  In the cup Cynthia was had laid on her back to feel him with her feet.  She liked how it felt puling between them while she pressed hard.  Their mother pressed her chest to her son's back after kneeling behind him.  She added a second finger into his tight rump and looked into the crack between Martin's legs.  She couldn't see who was in there but she had her own guess.  As she pumped her fingers into the boy he suddenly went quite stiff and made a cute strangled noise for several seconds. His butt clenched down on her fingers and she fondly held her boy's balls.  He pulsed nearly a dozen times from the extra attention and inside the cup came the surprised gasp of Cynthia getting her first white shower.

	Mrs. Brisby let go of Martin's balls, but left her fingers in his bottom as she stood up behind him and squeezed him against her with her free arm.  "You should wash your hands after going to the bathroom, dear" The boy gulped but couldn't say anything.  His cheeks burning and his ass still clutching at her fingers.  Finally he managed to gasp out a "Ok, Mom." The older mouse slid her fingers out, washed them in the basin on the cup, and dried her paws on the towel.  "Come and see me in my room later.  You too Cynthia."  She left the two alone.  Martin pulled the cup up and saw his sister still on her back with cummy feet still in the air a look of surprise on her face.  She shyly waved at him and then hopped to her feet and ran off, he looked at the sticky foot prints and felt really weird, but very satisfied.  He went back to bed.

A Nimh Quicky #02
by tannim
September 16, 2008

	Mrs. Brisby sat in her bedroom, she'd heard Cynthia's little greedy tantrum.  Teresa didn't like that the younger girl kept the weird sticky stuff from her.  She'd had to taste some from the floor where Cynthia's sticky feet had left a small glob near the bathroom.   The older woman pet her oldest daughter's back. "I know she should have given you some, Teresa, but you were the same when you were her age.  If somebody gave you something you wouldn't give any to Martin."

	"It's not fair, it smelled funny but she seemed to like it a lot." Teresa shrugged off the paws on her back and glanced at her little brother, still asleep on their mother's bed, then dismissed him.  I want to try some, mom... " The girl's tail swished around to brush nervously in front of her, she gripped it with both paws to rub at it.  "But I don't know how to get it... or where she got it from."  

	Mrs. Brisby kissed her daughter's forehead.  It was going to be an interesting night, but she decided to talk to Cynthia and Martin separately before adding Teresa to the mix.  It would be a lot less awkward with two than with three... or four.  She ran a paw down Timmy's cheek and slid down under the blanket covering most of him.  The adult mouse could feel the young girl's eyes following the touch as it slid down her youngest son's chest and stopped to make a bulge between his legs.  A soft moan and squirming, with a subtle blush barely shading his cheeks, came from Timmy at the rubbing touch. Their mother wrapped her arm around Teresa and pulled her to her chest.  "I'll talk with you tonight and try to help.  For now, go outside and play.  I think one of the young rats is waiting for you.  She had part of a cookie that she..." The girl was already gone "wanted to share with you."  Finished with a laugh.  "Oh well, nearly time for Martin and Cynthia's chat."  The mouse slid under the covers and pressed her chest and hips to Timmy's sleeping form, grinding her sex against his slender hips and leg. "I love you, Timmy... and you too Jonathan"  Leaving the boy with a kiss to his forehead and womanly wetness on his fur.

	Cynthia stood shyly near her brother.  Both of them looked very embarrassed with neither willing to look up at their mother.  The adult mouse stood with arms on her hips, her cape drooping down her wide rump and hips, tail lifted just a bit in what she hoped was an angry looking pose. "Alright, which of you started it in the bathroom earlier."  Her voice was light, though she had meant it to sound stern.  It was so hard to keep the laughter down.  They were just so cute and innocent as neither understood exactly what had happened.  She knew Martin had started masturbating but he didn't know what exactly he was doing.  Cynthia, she knew, was just curious and wanted to sneak a peak at a boy.  Neither of the answered at first, but finally Cynthia raised a paw guiltily.  "I... did momma."

	The mouse woman took a deep breath and let out a long dramatic sigh.  Both young mice were trembling.  She moved next to them and kissed Cynthia, deeply on the lips.  A kiss that sealed her muzzle to her daughter's and drew a throated squeak of surprise and a soft giggle of enjoyment after a few seconds.  Martin tried not to watch but his eyes soon stared at it, mouth hanging open as the two females kept their kiss for nearly 40 seconds.  Cynthia's eyes had bulged at first but near the end had drooped to just slits.  Her mother's lips and breath and even tongue made her feel so loved and protected as arms wrapped around her.  When Mrs. Brisby broke off the kiss the mouse cub slumped a bit, her whole body tingling, her ears perked up at her mother's voice.  "I'm really proud of you for admitting it, Cynthia.  Neither of you did anything bad."  She said and pulled Martin to her in a firm hug.  He looked scared that she was going to kiss him... or perhaps he feared that she wasn't going to.

	The boy's nostrils were making him very aware of his mother with his body that close to hers. The sweet smell of her fur, that intriguing muskiness to her breasts, and that cock stiffening aroma wafting up from between her legs.  He wanted her to kiss him he realized.  To have a female touch him again like she and Cynthia had earlier that day.  Having her fingers in his bottom had made his orgasm so... her lips pressed to his and his mind shut off.  The boy's erection pressed firmly to her leg as the kiss deepened and they joined muzzles fully.  His heart pounded, his mother's lips were so hot and soft and ALIVE.  He could feel her pulse  through her soft lips and a deep desire through her tongue exploring his mouth.  Martin didn't have any idea what to do.  He just hung limp in his mother's kiss. When her arms wrapped about him he felt like his heart was going to pop with how light headed he felt and how fast it beat.  She pushed her hip firmly against his boyhood erection and could feel him throbbing with the need they both felt.

	Cynthia watched them, though her eyes were focused on his shaft, and all three mice lost track of time.  The girl enjoyed the pretty drop forming on her brother's tip but was disappointed when it was absorbed by her momma's fur.  She crawled forward, keeping low so as not to be distracting and waited for another drop to form.

	Martin's tail stiffened behind him, his eyes opened wide to look into his mom's suddenly.  It felt amazing to kiss her.  It felt so weird to feel her tongue tickle his big front teeth and his own tongue. The way her fur felt pressed against...

	Their mother broke the kiss at last and Martin just held his mouth open, dumbly watching her unaware of his penis still rubbing her leg fur and the little bead of pre glistening there.  Cynthia pouted briefly as she stood up before she could get it.  If the adult had waited just another few seconds before pulling away she would have gotten it!

	Mrs. Brisby nuzzled one cub then the other before squatting between them.  "Cynthia, do you see something you like?" Her own legs parted and spread she ignored Martin's erection and pulled him down to squat next to her, giving the girl a perfect comparison between female and male.  "I'm sure your brother won't mind if you explore him, or, if you like, you can explore me as well."

A Nimh Quicky #03
by tannim
September 18, 2008

	Cynthia looked back and forth between her mother and brother.  The petals of her mother's mature vulva were shiny and wet looking.  A drip from the woman's needy cunt slid down her cleft and fell to the floor under her.  A quick look at her own pussy showed it dry and small, though chubby looking somehow.  Her eyes lifted to her brother where he stood uncertainly.  His erection swayed with his heartbeat and drew a giggle from his sister.  She really enjoyed watching it move on its own.  A glance back to her mother and the adult mouse's encouraging expression and she scooted to Martin to crouch between his legs.  One finger reached out to touch his boyish thingy.  She jumped at her mother's voice.

	"That's his penis, Cynthia.  He can make babies inside a female with it" Mrs. Brisby had moved behind her and kissed her daughter's cheek.  "You can explore him all you like. I don't think he'll mind.  Will you, Martin?"

	The boy shook his head quickly "No".  This was more than he had hoped for when he had woken up that morning having to pee really badly.

	Cynthia slapped it and loved how it flopped back and forth without bending.  The little mouse happily batted it again and again, laughing and enjoying herself.  She didn't notice the winces that they drew from her brother or the way those winces changed from unhappy to more surprised as the batting around felt good.  Her little paws didn't hit with much force at all and his small shaft didn't even sting.

	When she tried the same with his balls however he jumped and her mother caught her paw before the second slap."No, Cynthia, we don't hit boys there unless they really want us to.  That hurts them."

	The girl looked up at Martin as he rubbed them.  "Sorry Martin... I didn't mean to."  She reached for him again but kept away from his pouch.  Again the older mouse intervened, making her touch his nuts instead.

	She nuzzled Cynthia's cheek to keep the worry away.  "It's ok if you touch them gently.  A boy keeps his most sensitive parts in there.  Most really don't like having that part hurt.  Although... No, not today." The mature mouse laughed laughed.  "Try cupping them and very gently tugging them."

	Her daughter pressed her palm to them and giggled at the way Martin squatted down to feel her press more firmly.  "Wow, these feel really neat!  It's really soft and the thingies inside roll around."

	"You didn't get to play with those earlier.  Did she, Martin?" Their mother asked.

	"N...No."  The boy was really embarrassed but it was a lot of fun.  He couldn't think of anything to say though.  His sister wanted to explore him and he wanted her to... there was nothing for him TO say.

	"What was that stuff that he peed on me in the bathroom?" The youngest mouse asked while again trying the whiskers on the penis trick she had tried earlier.

	"That was his semen.  Very good for growing girls to clean up." The woman bit her lip before adding. "Even better for mothers to clean up."  Mrs. Brisby added the last part a bit wistfully.  It had been a long time since she'd been with a male.  Justin was too big to really get in so far and he seemed a bit too shy to use his tongue.  She shook her head to clear her thought's.  "Erm.  That's what he makes a baby with... inside a girl's tummy"

	Cynthia's mouth opened in a wide O for several seconds.  She looked up at her brother and then to her momma.  "Can he make a baby in my tummy?" Her question eager and her eyes pleading.

	Martin looked away, really blushing at that, he had definitely thought of mating his sisters before.  The idea of actually having a baby with one though. That was something he hadn't considered.  Their mother looked a little uncertain for a moment then ran her paws along Cynthia's flat chest and down to her hips.  "Well, he could certainly try.  You are too young to actually have one though."

	"I wanna try anyway.  It sounds like fun.  Is it fun?  I already had his stuff on my belly, does it feel good in your belly?"  Cynthia's mouth moved for a few seconds after she ran out of questions.

	"I wouldn't mind trying too." Martin admitted, his tail stiff behind him with his eyes averted.  As a boy he knew better than to dare look at his mother while talking about anything sexual.

	"Well!" Their mom started.  "I suppose  I can't stop you two from trying it.  But first, you need to get her nice and slick.  And you, Cynthia, you need to get your brother's erection nice and slick too.  Otherwise it will really hurt."

	The little mice looked at their sexual parts.  Neither had any idea how to do that.  "You can try your mouth, Cynthia... you tasted him before didn't you?"

	The older mouse thought for a few seconds and had an idea that would involve her and let her enjoy them more.  She really did want to be involved with them more... especially Martin.  "Martin,  You can rub your paw along my vagina, that is what a female's genitals are called.  I'll make your paw nice and slippery, you can massage Cynthia's pussy, that's a much more fun word for vagina, and get her all ready"

	Neither cub understood that very well.  They looked at each other and then back at their mother.  She sighed and pulled Martin to sit on the floor.  "Ok, Rub me with your paw, like this." She took his wrist and guided his fingers to her very hot and very wet sex.

	Martin's eyes were wide at the feeling of his mother's genitals.  They felt amazingly different from his own.  The heat, the wonderful slippery wetness, and the way those lips clutched at his fingers as she helped him push them in deeper for her to enjoy more than to get him ready.  He pulled his arm back and held it up, looking at the way his paw glistened in the light.  "Wow..."

	Mrs. Brisby gasped when a smaller paw slapped lightly against her pussy and Cynthia eagerly rummaged around between her lips with a happy giggle.  "Hee hee, this feels as slimy as Martin's stuff did."  She rubbed at it with both paws, bringing a deep sigh of pleasure from their mother.

	"Oh! Not too much, Cynthia. You have... mmm... enough to play with your brother.  Martin, I suggest you rub her first." The older mouse was breathing much heavier than before.  Having her children rub her had been a lot more enjoyable than she'd expected!  Especially with how Cynthia had rubbed all over trying to gather as much as she could.

	Martin crouched between Cynthia's legs and looked at his mom once before pressing his palm to his sister's little sex.  It was not as hot as their mother's but it felt really soft and it looked inviting.  Her legs spread at his touch and her attention was immediately focused on his paw.  He rubbed her with a finger, tracing her pussy.  Pussy... he liked that word.  A smile spread across his face and he knew it was going to be a lot of fun mating his little sister.

A Nimh Quicky #04
by tannim
September 20, 2008

	Martin pushed his palm to his sister's pussy again and held it there.  The lips felt really neat lightly squished against it and he found if he wiggled his paw side to side he could watch her pubic mound move with it.  He had fun making her chubby girl parts move just as she had had fun playing with his genitals.  A sucking noise distracted him from that though.  Her lips were being pulled open wider against his palm and the motion was making a bit of suction which broke when he moved wrong.

	Cynthia liked the funny feelings he was giving her.  Her lips had been thoroughly explored by her own little fingers but Martin's touches felt so much different.  She didn't know he was going to touch and her body couldn't ignore the feelings of being touched because of it.  "Momma?  It feels really nice."

	"I'm glad, Cynthia.  Martin, I think that's enough on the outside. Slip a finger in and slick her up a little there too.  You'll both want more than just the outside wet and ready."  The mother mouse squatted down a bit behind martin but off to the side to watch better.  She really did want to stay out of their way unless they needed her.  They would have a better time without her being completely involved she decided.

	The boy pulled his paw away, giggling like along with his sister at the wet sucking noises that followed the separation and carefully pulled her lips apart.  He wondered if they had any special name but didn't  feel it important enough to ask.  Holding one lip between two fingers in each hand he studied the lovely pink softness inside.  The walls pulsed just like their mother's had but not nearly as visibly.  He leaned closer and Mrs. Brisby poked his butt when he leaned too far over.  His tail immediately jerked down and his butt followed.

	"Mom!" He glared at her.

	She just giggled like a cub.  "Sorry, Martin, you were just so inviting there."

	He humphed and turned back. this time he carefully slid a wet finger in.  His mother's pussy juice made it a very easy entry but Cynthia's gasp and hard clamping around his finger made his ears perk up in alarm.  She gave a soft squeak when he tried to pull his finger out.  "What do I do?"

	"Push it a little further, then pull back a little.  Keep doing that until she relaxes." The woman's eyes were on her son's body, a dreamy look on her face.  This was fun.

	Martin pushed and pulled his  finger, his sister was really tight!  He would never have gotten his finger into her if it hadn't been for the slippery stuff from his mom. At first he could only move his finger forward and back just a quarter of a claw's length but with patience he could slip it in and out first a half claw length then a full, and finally his entire finger slipped out.  For some reason though he couldn't slide very deep into her.  He pushed in at the blockage but his mother gripped his arm to stop him.

	"No, Martin.  You have to pop that with this."  Her other hand slid between his legs from behind again and gently squeezed his penis at the base.  She'd never get over the beautiful blush on her son's face every time she held him like that.  It was just so cute.  After a moment she let go.

	"With that?  I don't think it'll fit.  I can barely get my finger in."  He held his finger down to his cock to compare, his erection was little compared to an adult's but it was still wider than his finger and longer as well.

	"Yes, it will fit.  Though you will both have to be very slick.  If you need more, I have plenty for you to collect."  She rubbed her son's tail once and let them get back to it.

	Cynthia panted heavily, the finger had been really intense to her.  Her heart was still racing from the palm rubbing her clit so well and that finger that had tickled inside of her and opened her sexually for the first time.  She couldn't really think of anything to say.  It felt really good and she wanted to feel more.  The mouse child's cunny was wet, but only from her mother's natural lubricant.  Her paw was wet too, but from the same source.

	Martin and her mother spoke together, but she wasn't listening.  Thoughts of those funny tingles had all her attention.  Between her legs her newly touched girlhood was demanding more attention.  Young clit a bit fuller than before but that was the only sign of her arousal short of the blush on her face above her muzzle.  Movement caught her eye and she smiled in a happy haze at Martin squatting down and placing his rigid boyhood in her slippery paw.

	Cynthia's fingers closed around it and she leaned forward to nuzzle it.  She rubbed it absentmindedly while he pushed his slick fingers back inside of her.  Soft squeaks of pleasure escaped her lips while she rubbed her momma's honey onto her brother and he lovingly rubbed the same cream inside of her.  Both would have been lost in the pleasure of a simple hand job had their mother not intervened again.

	Mrs. Brisby leaned forward and slipped a finger into Martin's tight anus.  His ring clenched around her pussy slick finger and he pulled away from Cynthia's hand, cock wet and shining.

	"Mooomm..." He complained.

	"You two wanted to try mating, if you kept that up much longer" Still not removing her finger from the very much embarrassed boy.  "you would have finished too soon"  The older mouse shook her head as she thought to herself.  'He doesn't mind mating his sister in front of me but the moment I touch him he's embarrassed more than ever... Boys are so much fun.'

	The boy moved awkwardly between his sister's legs again and Cynthia was looking up at him with dreamy eyes.  They were more awake now than when they had been rubbing each other with their fingers.  She watched him kneel between her legs, looking really stiff with their mother's arm behnd him.  Though she knew something was happening back there, she wasn't sure what.  Something was always in front of her  blocking her view of whatever it was her momma was doing.  The girl hoped she could remember to ask about it later.  After mating with her brother anyway... Her thoughts returned to that as soon as she felt the pointed tip of his erection kiss her nether lips.

	Cynthia's legs spread wider at the heat radiating from her brother's hot shaft. She whimpered at a sudden uncomfortable spreading in her slit.  The boy meat pressing into it was huge to her tiny opening.  Even with the lubricant and the finger opening her before it felt much too big.  Her eyes widened and stared up into Martin's.  They both felt uneasy about it.  The young cunt felt too tight.

	"Keep pushing, Martin.  Just relax Cynthia.  You'll both fit one another if you are calm and let it happen."  The older mouse's voice was soothing.  Cynthia closed her eyes for a moment but she couldn't relax, her heart was beating too heard.  Martin couldn't concentrate with the woman's finger in his rump but even as he thought it she slid it out.  The boy felt a lot more confident with her finger out.  He couldn't understand why and at that moment didn't care.

	Martin gripped Cynthia's slender hips and scooted a bit closer. His hips pushed forward harder and he felt her opening around him.  She was amazing around his cock.  Her walls clutching and squeezing even as tight as she already was.  The too small channel took a lot of coaxing to open enough to take him but it did give way.  Nearly two minutes of slow pushing forward and pulling out had him at the barrier again.  He was panting heavily.  His body felt like it was shoot a load any moment.  Something the boy really didn't want to do until he was fully inside.

	"Mommy...!" Cynthia cried.  Her brother was pressing forward hard against something inside of her and it was hurting.

	Her mother lay down next to her and kissed her cheek, her paws running soothingly over her daughters flat chest to tease the little nipples hiding in her fur.  "Shh... it's ok, Cynthia.  It only hurts like this once and then it feels better than anything."

	Martin pushed harder and suddenly popped deeper.  His eyes were wide with surprise.  Cynthia's were wide with pain and weird new feelings flooding through her body.  That sleepy dreamy state she had been earlier left her for a world wide awake with feelings.  It felt bad at first, really bad, but after a few seconds, it didn't feel as bad.  Her brother's hips snugged up to hers and his tight balls kissed her perineum, that sweet place between her vulva and her anus.  His groin fur rubbed against her engorged clitoris where it peeked out from between her inner lips.

	The pain of having her hymen, her cherry, her sweet innocence popped by her loving brother faded fully some seconds later.  With the pain gone, her tight invisible hand gripping Martin, the muscles  in her sex getting their first experience in mating, released.  They had clamped around him and held him in place as soon as he had passed through her barrier.  When they finally let go, he visibly sagged over her.  A happy look on his own face.  Having a pussy that tight gripping him had been so much better than his hand or even hers, feet and mouth included,  had ever been.

	Their  mother could tell they were getting over the initial cherry popping.  Martin pulled out just a bit and experimentally thrust back in, Cynthia clutched at the floor, obviously enjoying the attention inside her body.  They looked so happy. She got up quietly and left them together.  Mrs. Brisby wondered if Timmy had woken yet on her way to the door.  Soft squeaks of pleasure rose from the two cubs behind her and, after a quick glance back to see them hugging together and looking at each other with hips kissing passionately, left to see how her other daughter and son were doing.

A Nimh Quicky #05
by tannim
September 21, 2008

	"Cynthia?" Martin gasped.

	Her  body cunny felt so good squeezing around his cock but it was the sudden feeling of her flat chest suddenly pressing to his upper belly and her arms wrapped tightly around him that made him gasp.  The small mouse had hugged him tightly, it was all she could think to do to express the wonderful feelings he was giving her.

	Cynthia's tummy clenched as the pressure built, her little clitoris bouncing against her brother's groin each thrust forcing it into a knot of pleasure.  She pressed her face into his fur and sniffled.  Even she wasn't sure if she was crying or really happy.  The intense sensations built and her thighs clenched around Martin tighter.  Her ears burned with arousal.  Somehow wanting to be touched and not left out of the fun.  The little girl could only rub her ears one after the other against her lover's chest fur.

	"Are... are you ok... Cynthia?" Martin was panting, it was a lot of work mating!  His hips pushed in and pulled out endlessly and he loved the exertion of it.  What few thoughts passed through his mind wondered if he might work off his own baby fat doing that but the rest of his thoughts were busy insisting he keep going, feeding him pleasure from the soft girl mound he was thrusting into, forcing his mind back to sex no matter what tried to distract it.  That his sister was nuzzling his belly was weird, but he found he really liked it.  Her facial fur was soft, her ears were really pretty and tickled his belly, but it was her pussy that held his attention most.

	Those squishy noises of his cock sliding between her petals, her sweet scent mixing with their mother's lubricant made it so easy and desirable to thrust and so impossible to resist.  Wet and luxurious, their joined hips grew louder as they churned the lust into a buttery orgasm for first Cynthia, but soon him as well.  Her deep squeak of bliss made his own ears burn with embarrassed pleasure.  His sister's inner hand gripped him as though he had burst her virginity again.  He could barely move for the first second but he pushed through it while her paws clutched at him desperately.  She pulled her face from his fur and looked up at him with lower lip trembling and eyes wide in amazement. The feeling of her pussy milking him as a sucking cub trying to pull milk from it's mother had his hips forcing past the tightness in an attempt to give her what she wanted.

	Cynthia's orgasm lasted only seven seconds, but she was blown away by it.  Martin was just hitting his peak as she came down.  Her tired eyes watched him with a happy smile on her face.  She giggled weakly and rubbed his sides, too weak to even let go of the hug.  His back arched, his face scrunched, his mouth too dropped open in a grin of bliss.  He made a loud grunt just for her as his hips slammed in.  She felt the pressure inside herself more with her orgasm faded, but even that wasn't as clear as another orgasm was building in her on top of the one she'd just had.

	Martin's cock swelled, making her whimper but she found she had no desire for that swelling to end or go away.  It felt like Martin's cock was swallowing when she  felt a bulge start at the base and travel up towards her.  Everything was in slow motion it seemed.  Her whole world was a blur of lagging time.  It took forever for the bulge in his cock to travel from one end and out to shoot his sticky stuff inside of her.  When it did come out she felt so full and warm inside.  The pressure of his orgasm made her feel the impact of each individual spurt.  Her throbbing clit drove her further to the peak and past it to a hidden peak beyond.  Instead of falling into an orgasm like she had the first time it pushed her into a deeper stream slowly rising to the new top with Martin's lustful orgasmic humping driving her closer.  She peaked again, more powerfully than before and bit her lover's fur.  Her teeth gripping fur only but still drawing a pinched yelp from her lover.  Both of them rode the final orgasm together.  Her clutching inner walls teasing her brother's body into extending his pleasure.  Together they held each other perfectly still with only spasming muscles giving away their pleasure until at least even that motion stopped.  They stayed tightly joined for nearly a minute before the trembling cubs pulled away.

	Martin felt embarrassed suddenly.  Naked next to his little sister, his penis softening inside of her.  Cynthia felt really tired but very happy too.  She cuddled up next to her brother as he tried to pull away.  "That was fun..." The girl yawned after speaking.

	"Yeah... it was fun."  Her brother sounded uncertain, it had been so intense, but as he thought about it he realized it HAD been fun and he really wanted to do it again.  Until his sister asked one last question.

	"Martin?  What did Momma do behind you?" Again yawning.

	His ears flushed, his cheeks burned, but he didn't want to lie.  "She.. pushed a finger into my bottom."  His cock had sheathed itself but just thinking about what his mother had done made it stir again.  'Damn it...' He liked it he realized.

	Martin jumped suddenly, Cynthia's paw had slipped under him and pushed a finger into his butt as she hugged against him.  He opened his mouth to complain, but  found her asleep with her head on his belly.  'I do like it' His thoughts told him and his cock tip peaking up at him from his sheath seemed to agree before he draped an arm over her and went to sleep himself next to her.

A Nimh Quicky #06
by tannim
October 31,  2008

	Cynthia woke up in her bed.  Memories drifted back after a full body stretch that shifted some matted fur. Her attention was drawn back between her legs where a pleasant soreness there, as well as sticky matted cummy fur around her very lightly furred genitals, made her lay back and smile.

	'That was a lot of fun.' her thoughts were loud in her head in the quiet room.  She stretched again, and sat up, rubbing her eyes.  The messy feel between her legs made her want a bath.  It had been fun getting messy, but it just felt icky after waking up.  After putting on her bow, and a quick pause to eat a small cracker crumb from her stash,  she left for the bathroom.  That icky feeling had to go!

	Cynthia heard Timmy giggling happy in the bathroom before she got to it, and the sound of her mother's voice distorted by rhythmic splashing sounds.  The little mouse sighed, 'Why does it always take Mom so long to bathe Timmy?  She only takes a few minutes with me.' She wondered silently on her way out.  There was no point in waiting for the tub to bathe, it would be a while.

	Cynthia wandered around outside in hopes of finding a clean puddle to rinse off in.  The sticky feeling between her legs and running down her tail length had been fun at the time, but she wasn't enjoying it so much now.  As she moved the drying though still moist love leavings tugged at her fur where hairs stuck together or stuck to her tail.  She looked around at the scenery to distract herself until she found what she was after.

	Thorn Valley was much different than the field they had lived in before.  The were more thorns for one, as she climbed over a wide vine and almost snagged her bow she again realized she didn't like all the vines.  There were more trees too.  In the old field there had been no trees except a couple around the fringe.  She liked trees since the shade felt great.

	Then there was a small stream meandering through a thick grass and weed filled clearing.  Water noise drew her ears in a cute swivel as she neared it and she laughed happily.  It had been what she was after, though she hadn't remembered where it was exactly.  She skipped towards it once, then rubbed  between her legs as some of the matted small hairs tugged unpleasantly and walked the rest of the way.  Before she could slip into the cool stream her ears swiveled to a new much different noise.

	"Uhh...unnng..."  Heavy breathing mixed with the pleasant moans and Cynthia automatically oriented herself towards it.  Her big ears made finding the interesting noises easy, and helped her make out a familiar tone to the voice.  A smile grew on her muzzle, drawing the corners of her mouth up as she suddenly ran towards the noise.

	Hidden behind a clump of weeds, most of which were bent over, next to the water Cynthia saw Teresa laying on a bit of cloth.  The weeds formed a secluded room like shelter and the mouse was using it for something private.  Her tail was in her muzzle like a bit in a horses mouth.  Teresa had her tail running up between her budding breasts using it to stimulate one while her left hand worked the other.  Her right hand was busy lower.  The girl's fingers trace a V up and down endlessly at the top of her lust flushed nether lips.  Her clitoris was full and prominent begging for attention.  Teresa was purposefully holding off from stroking it.  Using just very light brushes of the sides of her fingers as they brushed by near the top of the V.

	Cynthia tilted her head to watch, staying out of sight and as quiet as she could.  She wasn't sure what Teresa was doing.  While she knew about mating, as of the day before, she hadn't discovered masturbation yet.  She watched intently, and wondered at the way her sister responded to touching down there.  A quick experiment between her own legs like that had her pulling her paw away with an icky expression.  Martin's mess was still damp in places and crusty in others.  She'd have to try that when she was clean.  She wiped her fingers off on her hip and snuck closer.  Teresa would be fun to startle like this, Cynthia thought.

	Her plans to annoy her sister diminished as she got within jumping distance.  The urgent look on the other mouse's face showed such need she didn't want to anymore.  She stepped out and crouched down next to the older girl.  Her eyes locked on the paw now furiously rubbing at the pleasure button she'd denied touch to for some minutes.  "Teresa?"

	Even that timid and quiet question made her sister jump.  Cynthia secretly wondered how higher she would have jumped had she tried to startle her but just put her paws to the other girl's arm gently.  Teresa's eyes were wide and frightened, her cheeks were glowing under her fur, her breathing rapid and shallow, and her jaws were locked around her tail while her fingers couldn't stop rubbing her button.  

	Teresa clenched her eyes suddenly and bucked her hips wildly into her wet fingers.  Cynthia saw that her sister's cleft was just as wet as her mother's had been for her and Martin.  The older girl's eyes stayed closed while she squirted a lot like Martin had in the bathroom, but a lot more came out and squirted a lot further.  Cynthia had her mouth open in an awed expression.

	"Wow, you were just like Martin when I made him shoot out of his thingy!" She still wasn't used to calling it a penis or cock or whatever it was she had been told they were called.

	"Cynthia..." Teresa's tail dropped out of her mouth, she was trembling.  "What are you doing here?!"  The older mouse's cheeks were still glowing with embarrassment, her pussy was still full and flushed as well.  Nether lips parted and swollen and ready for breeding.

	The younger mouse watched the tail drop and had an idea of her own.  "I just came to wash up... Mom and Timmy are in the bathroom again... umm... " She gulped "Can I...?" Cynthia fidgeted a couple moments and then swished her tail around to her paw.  The young girl sat down between Teresa's legs and poked at the wet slit with her tip.  She looked up and saw her sister looking back surprised but not upset or resisting.

	"Deeper..." Teresa murmured, her embarrassment abandoned for need.

	Cynthia lay down on her back, and scooted her hips further towards her sis. Neither paid any attention to the damp sticky spots and streaks where last night's leavings had dribbled down her tail.  It was just something Teresa suddenly wanted and Cynthia thought would be a fun thing to do.  "I'm like a boy!" She giggled happily and pushed her tail in deeper.

	The older sibling's inner walls gripped the invading tail and tried to draw it deeper.  Peaking without something to grip inside had left the girl's sex desperate for something to grip and Cynthia was reminded of slurping a noodle.  Each little movement in or out made that hot wet glove squeeze so delightfully but it wasn't long before Cynthia's tail bottomed out.  She tried to pull some out but Teresa gripped her feet and gasped out No.

	Cynthia pushed back in and it took her only a moment to figure out to flex her tail as well as she could and make it curl a bit inside so that the tip pushed towards the exit while the rest slid in.  It was uncomfortable, since her tail didn't want to bend so tightly but feeling those slick muscles massaging all around it she didn't mind it.  And her sister looked really happy.

	The little mouse scooted closer and wished she could rub her own sex.  It was wetter now, with some moisture running down her tail, but still not in a condition she wanted to play with.  Some of the sticky stuff was now inside Teresa, with more of her tail to go in still.  Her big sis had over half her tail inside now and obviously planned to take the rest.  With Cynthia's tail doubled over it felt twice as thick and the horny twelve year old wanted more!

	Teresa's fingers clutched the smaller mouse's ankles and pulled her closer, both enjoyed it, though one more than the other.  Cynthia's tail was getting used to the bend and it wasn't uncomfortable anymore.  Her sister's interior walls were enjoying having something to grip.  Especially something long and thick that had something her body desired.

	Cynthia's hips snugged up and her post love juice coated tail was fully inside.  Their girlish lips kissed intimately while inside magic was happening that neither knew about.  Martin's little gifts to his younger sister that had spilled onto her tail found a new home.  Both mice were aroused with plenty of juice from Teresa to give her sister's lips a re-wetting and to give Martin's seed a nice channel to swim up.  Spilled and formerly drying boy milk on the smallest lips dissolved a bit before it slipped into the older mouse.  Their eager tails propelling them in while the sisters ground their labia together.

	With her tail inside Teresa, the younger girl could only rub the top of her sis's sex.  It was enough though.  She rather enjoyed having her petals rubbed there.  Without having her clit stimulated it felt much more controlled than it had when her brother was mating her.  Cynthia lay contently with her back propped up by her elbows watching her beautiful sibling.  She'd always thought Teresa was pretty but flushed and sweating and in full throes of lust she looked even more striking.  The small buds on her chest rose and fell so prettily.  A glance at her own chest showed Cynthia she was still flatter than Martin and just as flat as Timmy.  It felt good though, so she could ignore that minor jealousy.  Her own cunny was just as sensitive though, she thought.  That wonderful tickle feeling built for her, it was something she was growing to love.

	Before her tickle could grow powerful enough though, Teresa bucked her hips again.  The younger mouse's eyes widened while she saw her sister's cunt spasm and pulse from in front.  It was much more fun to watch from there.  Even with her own blocking part of it the show made her feel happy.  Her tail held the lips apart while they clenched and quivered with pleasure.  Again Teresa's hips were wild and again copious girl love squirted out. This time splattering all over Cynthia's belly and pussy.

	Having that stuff splashing over her cummy slit really was a relief.  It was hot and wet and the little mouse ran her fingers over her vulva to wash her previous lovemaking off.  With her slit more pleasant to touch she massaged her clit, trying to emulate what she had seen her sister doing.  That button really DID feel great she decided.  From the show and the rubbing before it, she didn't take long to peak herself.

	Teresa's cunny was still gripping her tail, but the older had come down from her orgasm enough to watch Cynthia masturbate to her own.  The twelve year old was tired, but she felt wonderful.  It felt weird for her to watch Cynthia, but since she had the child's tail inside of herself, she didn't mind.  Cynthia's orgasm wasn't nearly as powerful as Teresa's had been, but her body still stiffened and her petals did pulse a tiny bit, looking for their own tail to grip.

	Neither wanted to get up.  Even after their moist play had stopped.  They lay, cuddled together watching the stream water flow by.  It had been a fun morning.  Before heading back they both found a shallow pool where the stream had meandered and climbed in.  Cynthia was grateful for Teresa's help in scrubbing between her legs, especially along her perineum between her pussy and butt.  She couldn't get that so easily.  Of course she insisted on doing the same in return.  Rubbing her own paws over those soft intimate areas was a lot of fun!

A Nimh Quicky #07 - Halloween
by tannim
November 1,  2008

	Cynthia ran out of the house, a new day and she'd just woken up.  Of course she was running because her sister had been woken up by her.

	"I thought it made her look pretty" As she hid in a bush nearby.

	Teresa Stormed out, the badly drawn splashes of color on face around and especially around her eyes made her look a lot like a clown.  "I'm going to get you, Cynthia!"

	Cynthia had been going for a pretty model from a picture she'd found, but she didn't have much in the way of colors.  She had used green for the lipstick.  Some pretty purple and blue under the eyes and a bit more purple all around them.  She'd giggled as she doodled on her sister's face and then chest.  It was a lot of fun playing connect the dots with Teresa's nipples and belly button.  She'd drawn a cute family portrait in stick figures with the only other color she'd had, greasy black.  It was when she was drawing a nose around her sister's clitoris that Teresa had woken up. Cynthia's small fingers were holding her clit hood up and the finger under it had been brushing her button as she'd worked.  Teresa hadn't taken long to see the color, but Cynthia had just managed to scribble a tongue coming out of her nether lips before the older girl yelled and charged at her.

	The smaller mouse giggled in the bush, Teresa hadn't thought to put on any clothes as she charged out.  The older mouse's ears swiveled to the giggle and both mice were on the run again.  Cynthia ran on two feet at first but quickly dropped to all four for  speed.  Her sister did the same and overtook the little girl.

	"Come back, Cynthia, I'm just going to kill you!" Teresa jumped but was caught in mid air by an adult rat. He was a big one, she didn't recognize him but he was very obviously a he despite the pair of pants around his waist and down to his knees.  She squealed and Cynthia looked back.

	"Teresa!" Her head jammed under a branch trapping her as she wasn't watching where she had been running.  She dug in with her feet and arms but it wasn't until a big hand wrapped around her and yanked that she came free.  The girl looked up dazed at the very big chest hovering over her.  Teresa' was nestled under one arm and the smirk on the rat's face suggested he was happy to help.

	"What are two pretty little mice running around so early with... such interesting decorations."  He asked in a deep voice.  His eyes were running all over Teresa, especially below her face.  Cynthia had only her bow on as usual, but being more mature, Teresa's chest was a bit more bumpy than flat and was usually kept covered.

	"We were just playing..." The older mouse shyly and nervously admitted.  She was trying to pull away from the rat, but he had an easy enough time holding her.  Teresa really didn't like the touch.  His touch was liked less while it slid down her side and wrapped around further to rub around a circle drawn around her nipple. Tugging again she found herself let go and tossed to the ground next to her sister.
	It's dangerous for young mice to play around here alone.  Lucky thing I found you.  He crouched and Teresa couldn't take her eyes off his face, she was very scared.  Cynthia found her eyes  drawn to and watching his crotch with interest.  The pants looked really tight there and were bulged out a lot.  She squeaked in surprise when his hand pushed out the button holding the crotch together and his thingy jumped out at her.

	The rat reached down and gripped both their arms.  They were both pulled forward until their faces pressed into his musky male flesh.  The heat made Cynthia gasp.  It felt really neat pressed into her cheek.  Teresa tugged away, she knew and understood what was happening.  Her efforts only ended up with her face squished against his rather full ratty erection.

	The scent that intrigued her little sister put Teresa.  His cock against her face felt really icky to her and not being able to pull away just made it worse.  Hot breath blew above them as he ground their cheeks against his impressive rat meat and Teresa was happy that at least he wasn't breathing in her face any more.  The male seemed to be having trouble deciding what to do as he ground them both against him.  Their soft cheek fur felt quite pleasant but he wanted more.

	His eyes roamed freely over them. From Teresa's completely naked, though painted, maturing body to Cynthia's mostly naked very sexually undeveloped form hidden only partially by a wide ribbon around her middle.  He saw how Cynthia was actively sniffing and exploring it and finally chose which he would enjoy.  A soft sigh escaped him when touched him with her other hand and he couldn't help but think to himself. 'Yes, this one is first.'  

	The small fingers exploring over his hard length made sure he would choose her, but the girl was just having fun with something new.  Her brother had been nothing like the rat.  Even the shape was somewhat different and the fullness and the stiffness and the much stronger scent from it.  She had her mouth open in happy surprise until Teresa pulled her wrist away.  "Cynthia, don't we have to get away from him!"

	"Huh?" The younger mouse looked up and squealed at his unpleasant expression in addition to his hand pushing her to the ground firmly.  Their captor shoved Teresa back, not worried much about her and figuring she wouldn't leave without her friend.  The painted girl stared in horror as the big rat knelt between Cynthia's legs.  His hands gripped the mouse cub's ankles and pulled them up.  Her ass and hips came up with them.  He spread her legs wide, making her whimper in discomfort as well as fear of what was happening.

	This was much different than how it had been with Martin.  He was scary, he was big, the expression on his face was horrible.  She wanted to go home.  "Stop, I wanna go home!"  Cynthia tried to kick, but her legs didn't even budge in his hands.  Only her pretty little butt swung below them, dragging her velvety fur along his cock tip as it nudged between her thighs.

	Teresa watched in horror, her sister looked at her pleadingly.  The older mouse looked around desperately for anything that could help but she saw nothing she could lift that would do any good.  Her eyes found his again and he snapped his long tail around her neck bringing her down behind him.  "You can help her by licking me nice and pleasant.  If you're eager enough, I might even let you have a ride."

	Teresa's mind tried to shut off, but her sister's sob of pain as he tried to push in made her snap into a different set of ideas.  His tail drug her down to his ass and she saw his very large rodenthood from behind.  The heavy balls were pressed to her face and her thoughts turned to new possibilities she'd never contemplated before.  Her jaws snapped open.  His hips pushed forward hard making her sister cry louder.  Her jaws snapped shut.  His soft flesh yielded to her sharp teeth.  He yelled and tried to drag her away from his tender testicles.  Her jaws held firm, teeth severing the tough cords of his left testicle.

	Now it was he who was yelling and trying to her HER to stop.  She chewed nastily.  Her teeth digging in and around the top of his sack, his testicles themselves were too big but the top, where his cords held them were small enough and she attacked them relentlessly.  Having severed the first she dig around the for other and bit through just in time to have him grab her and throw her away from him.  She scrambled back and grabbed Cynthia.  The ran away from him leaving him castrated and bleeding heavily.  Neither girl spoke of it as they dashed back home, but when they spied their mother pulling kernels of corn from a big ear she had had Jeremy drag home they hurried over and cried it out.

	"It hurt mommy!" Cynthia hugging tightest.  She received a reassuring hug and comforting words.

	Teresa just stood there, some blood on her lips and teeth.  She broke off to bite at some water from a pitcher to clean the taste.  Her mind hadn't snapped back on yet, she was on auto.  It took her mother a few minutes to talk to her.  The girl collapsed trembling and Mrs. Brisby sent them inside.  She went back into the house and made Martin come out with her.  They took a different route to collect Justin and a few other rats and followed the wild path left by her daughters.  The big male was still there, trying to stop the bleeding.

	"This filth tried to rape my daughters!" Mrs. Brisby sounded much more harsh to Martin's ears than he had ever heard her.  "Only Teresa's timely biting kept Cynthia from being hurt!"

	"We'll take care of him..." Justin drew his sword but, the mother mouse caught his wrist. "No, we'll do it a different way.  Bring him back with us, the girl's need to watch"

	The girls stood quietly, not wanting to even see the big rat again.  The other rats had him tightly bound.   Their mother jammed her amulet to his face and concentrated.  A glow grew in the pretty gem.  Justin's love for her mixed with her desire for him and gave her what she needed.  The glow spread through her body and then concentrated in her hand and flowed over the rat.  His pained eyes widened, his body trembled.  Fear taking over he thrashed.

	Those big male muscles he had been so proud of spasmed and glowed.  Their mass pulled back and downward towards his chest. His arms rapidly diminished while all the bulk that had left them ran down his body as lumps under his fur.  The would be rapist's eyes followed them in horror as they pooled at his feet pinkish furless feet under the skin and budded out.  Though his legs quivered violently it was his torso and head that reacted next.

	His facial fur fluffed out, but the muscle under them thinned just a bit, a nasty crack sound made him cry out in pain, his skull bulged alarmingly before it too thinned and shrank.  Body mass slid down him like drips running down a wall from both front and back but nobody helped him.  He looked up at them but the other rats simply backed away.

	Mrs. Brisby stayed right next to him, her daughters near her watching in numb fear and aw. Martin and Timmy watched from the doorway, but moved closer when the other rats stepped back.  The wanted to see what was happening as much as everybody else and their ears drooped at the nasty crack just like the others.  Martin grabbed Timmy before he could get too close and stayed out of the way.  He didn't want to get involved.

	Justin was shocked, the scene reminded him of NIMH, but he trusted Mrs. Brisby, and rather fancied her, so left it to her.  The big rat's chest cracked just like his head and the bulk diminished too.  He didn't seem in pain really.  The expression on his face was no worse than when they had found him already castrated by his would be victim.

	Their captive's eyes were on his slender arms, almost childlike in their thinness.  They were wrenched away to his chest as it too narrowed and lost it's masculine definition.  His pectorals faded from view, his muscles all over no longer at all defined.  The mass they had had trailed down his legs just like the rest to the budding mass extending from his toes.  The mass grew bigger as he watched, it was shapeless at the beginning, but as his hips contracted, and his spine and his thighs, it grew more shapely.

	That connection to his toes shaped into a small set of toes and beyond that formed into a pair of feet and ankles.  The size was much less but everybody saw they looked very much like the captive's feet.  The process was not bloody. A  fine fur covered everything and all the changes happened inside of that mass.  Nobody understood what was happening fully, not even the mouse who had started it.  Mrs. Brisby stepped back finally, to give the form room.  She looked around and back, noting all the uncomfortable looks.  The motherly mouse didn't say anything, nobody else did either.

	All that remained of the rapist rat's normal size were his tail and his genitals.  The wounded scrotum still dangled and looked undamaged from the front.  His cock was rampantly stiff and seemed to have become darker with forced arousal during the change.  He slumped and fell back onto his ass as his legs gave way.  The spare mass was still flowing out of him into the other shape that now looked like a very young rat boy.  His own body was still bigger than the budding rat but he was shrinking as fast as the other was growing.

	Changes took place inside as well as out. His inner organs shrank, his cries of discomfort and alarm increased pitch, and finally his genitals shrank as well.  Both testicles stayed the same, no longer part of him, but his scrotum tightened around them making them obscenely huge.  Above them the rat cock softened and shrank.  He tried to grip his tight pouch but his arms didn't want to move.  A glance around showed no help coming and he hung his head.  His vision was too blurred to see what had become of him from tears suddenly welling out of them and while he couldn't see, the others could.  He was regressing to a child.

	They finally recognized, though didn't fully understand, that he was actually regressing into two children, distributing the excess mass of age relatively evenly.  That big body had fluffed out into youthful fur.  His legs and arms and torso lacked the definition of even a seven year old so they knew couldn't be too old.  The rats had a better guess than the mice of his age, around five or six, maybe as young as four though a big four.  Still connected to his toes, his twin finished forming.  It was identical to him in every way except for his testicles.  They were normal size for his age.  The twin looked around uncomprehendingly, seeming exactly like a normal little rat.

	Again the amulet flared, the glow appeared, and the rats, both of them, doubled over.  Their bodies changed again, thinning in some areas, the legs and arms again to even more slender limbs, each face softened, the bones under the pelts losing the subtle ankles and making gentle curves instead.  Their sheaths retracted, exposing the soft boy parts inside.  The small penises stayed prominent as their sheaths tightened around them. Both openings merged with their tight pouches, which split down their seams.

	The balls in the budded off boy hung out by cords but pulled back even as the audience watched, those of his original however, simply fell to the ground cleanly bloodlessly.  Teresa's eyes locked onto them a moment staring in shock at what she had done to him.  She had to remind herself what HE had been about to do to THEM to make herself look back at him.

	Sex flesh from both boys, now looking far more like girls, filled out.  The seam sides of their sacks curled in to form lips, their urethral holes pulled down out of their penises and nestled into the new locations under them.  Both boy cocks finally pulled back in like a worm sliding back into a hole.  Their size greatly diminishing until just the very tip remained visible under the edge of their former sheaths, now their clitoral hoods.  The fur on both small bodies turned a bit glossier, more girlishly soft and lush.  Even their teeth softened the shape to look more girly as the changes finished.  The final change happened at their join.  Their toes separated and generated new cubbish claws.

	They were identical outside, but inside, one was infertile.  Both cried as a young cub would when something was wrong.  Mrs. Brisby pat them and looked up at the shocked rats.  "I think He... They'll be no trouble now... and will never do anything like that again..."  She was shocked herself at what had happened.   Teresa and Cynthia looked at each other and hugged tightly.  The threat was gone.  They could be happy again.  Neither stayed to watch the two little girls being lead off.  Justin spoke to their mother a while about what happened, speculating about the mass still not being what it had been and guessing that some had been used up in the change as a type of fuel.

	Teresa enjoyed forgiving her sister for painting on her by letting the girl wash her off.  Cynthia was very thorough, especially where it felt good.  Martin tried to peep in when he heard the happy giggles and found himself pulled into the fray between two horny females.  His shirt was soon soaking wet, but his cock told him that was ok as it found a pair of slick lips to slip between.  His muzzle found another and kept him from saying anything anyway as Cynthia kissed him.  Teresa made herself comfortable and explored them both while waiting for her turn.  The events pushed out of her mind by her very loving family.
