A Weird Taste in Pets
by tannim
March 12, 2010

	Paxten jumped in a puddle in the field near her home.  The summer had been cool and wet, which would have upset a lot of young mice who liked the sun, but she was happy with the cool and with the cloudy days.  The eight year old loved to tromp through puddles and make a mess.  She was a tomboy after all and liked being dirty.

	The grass was and water was warm on her feet and she giggled happily while squishing the soggy ground under the grass under them.  Paxten's long days of summer freedom were nearing an end and she was determined to have fun, even if the other children were cooped up out of the light rain.   She ran around, tail swishing behind her swinging her shoes at random from her hands.

	Nobody could see her, the trees surrounded her on all sides of the field except a little gap.  She could do whatever she liked without any annoying people randomly watching her.  That freedom was something she cherished as her parents got upset when she got too dirty.

	She slipped as she jumped in another puddle and laughed all the way to the ground, laying there while the water soaked into her pants and t-shirt.  The mouse turned her head and saw a frog sitting next to the puddle.  It wasn't an intelligent frog, at least it wasn't wearing clothing or walking upright, so she wasn't concerned about it.  It simply stared at her, unblinking.

	Paxten stared back at it as she slowly rolled over and knelt on the grass.  Unlike many girls, she liked frogs, and she liked catching frogs.  She was, therefore, disappointed when it didn't try to escape her sudden pounce.  The young mouse frowned at how easy it was as she held the large frog up to look at.  It's tongue shot out suddenly, snapping a fly out of the air right as it flew past her eyes.

	Paxten laughed and hugged it to her.  That was a great shot and made up for the ease of capture.    She decided it would be her pet for the week, like so many other differently cute animals before it.  Her parents were never happy about it, but she always let them go after a while so they let her have them.

	After a quick dash back home through the soggy field she snuck into the house, even though her parents weren't home, and ran to her room.  She sniffed herself, then made a face.  Shower time.  The frog, she decided, could come with her. They liked water.

	The mouse stripped and carried it to her bathroom, leaving her messy clothes in the washing machine getting clean, and climbed into the shower.  The frog kept watching her, croaking now and then, but otherwise it just stared at her.  She'd not seen one quite so willing to be a pet, but didn't mind much as she turned the water on.

	Water flowed over them both and for the first time the frog seemed anxious.  It hopped next to the drain, out of the spray of water and into the relative stillness of the draining water.  Paxten towered a few feet over it as she ran her fingers and a soapy brush through her fur all over herself.  She rubbed over her flat chest, her puffy pubic mound and lips, down her legs, and back up again.  While bending she found the frog staring at her feet.  It seemed fascinated by them.

	Paxten lifted her right foot to it, still unwashed, and gently nudged the frog.  It shifted a bit and refocused its eyes on her foot.  When she swished it around it the eyes followed after it.  She was curious, but finished showering first.  Like many cubs, she didn't bother to wash her feet. They were just going to get dirty again after all and anyway had just soaked in the water from the shower so had to be clean without any more work.

	The girl set the frog on the floor mat outside the tub then dried off.  As with previous sessions of late when she dried her chest and especially between her legs she reveled in the tingly pleasant feeling those areas gave her.  She dried her butt off first, then sat back on a decorative chest her mother insisted on keeping the toilet paper in.

	Paxten sat back, and scrubbed the towel down her legs and up herself.  As she finished her ears she noticed the frog still staring at her feet.  The young mouse held out her right leg to him again.  This time he hopped forward and his long tongue flicked out.  The girl jerked her foot back until she realized he'd just licked it.  Laughing she again pushed her foot to him.  He licked over her big toe and she clapped in amusement.

	The frog licked again, more firmly, then surprised the girl by hopping up onto her leg.  The amphibian wrapped his legs around her ankle and lower leg, extending himself quite long to grip her securely.  His, Paxten assumed it was a him, face pressed to the top of her foot and she was a bit uncertain about having him gripping her like that.  When his long tongue curled shot out and curved around her foot to slap lightly at the ball just below her toes she giggled again.

	That tongue tickled a bit as he swished it up and down from ball to heel and back.  The girl's feet were still somewhat dirty and fragrant despite the shower and the frog seemed to love it.  His long tongue swished back and forth over her sole licking up that sweat and girl dirt.  Over and over, up and around, the frog licked her firmly, fondly, without a sound.  His hips gently ground into her knee while he ran his right foreleg over her heel, stroking quite a bit more intelligently than a normal animal would.

	Paxten huffed at realizing the frog had just been pretending to be a normal dumb animal. But having her foot licked felt surprisingly good, so she let it go.  The frogs nostrils sniffed her foot deeply while he crawled down her leg a bit further.  He slid his tongue between her girlish toes and scrubbed vigorously to gather the all the sweaty dirty toe jam he could.  She squealed at the way it felt, so dirty but so pleasant too.

	The mouse watched him work his tongue between each toe.  He seemed to sigh a lot while doing it, with his breathing growing heavier and his hips grinding faster against her leg.  A growing hot spot in her fur there suggested he was doing more than grinding, but she decided she didn't mind.

	The frog sucked on each toe for the right foot before suddenly hopping over to her left leg.  He gripped it just as he had the first, and licked it just as he had the other.  His tongue swished between her toes, gathering her toe jam and slurping at her stinky feet with a lustful enthusiasm.

	Paxten lifted that foot up for a better view and enjoyed her left foot being licked just as much as the right.  His hips moved faster and faster, until he stiffened and slid down her raised leg to grip her thigh.  The mouse saw a streak of fluid along her leg fur and rubbed at it.  She was about to say something to the frog when he hopped up and kissed her, then ran out without saying a single word.

	The mouse wiped her mouth, as he'd slipped her his tongue, and spat out the taste.  Her eyes were wide in surprise.  The door to the house opened, and closed with a slam and she knew he was indeed not a standard wild frog.  The whole thing was rather funny to the girl, but it worried her too.  She decided she'd be a bit more careful about random frogs she found who didn't try to run away!