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Author: Sterling
Title: Pussy Mouse
Summary: Mr. Williams wants to experience the world from the
perspective of a spot inside a girl's panties. He offers
13-year-old Katy a very special mouse, and she finds he wants to
become her intimate friend. More shocking is that she lets him --
and loves it.
Codes: beast, Mf, cons, het, zoo, caution, ScFi, voyeurism

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.
 
First posted 10/27/10
 
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And now, our feature presentation.  Enjoy!
 
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Pussy Mouse


Katy's life sucked. That was for sure. Her nerdy father was lost
in work and TV and seemed to barely notice her existence.

Her idiotic embarrassing mother was on her case all the time. The
nagging began if she took a little time to relax before doing
homework. She didn't like her music and wanted it so soft Katy
couldn't hear it herself. And heaven forbid she left a shirt on
the floor rather than in the hamper! Then her mother didn't like
how she dressed. When they went shopping, Katy wanted to get some
clothes to let her fit in a little better at school, but every
T-shirt or pair of jeans was a struggle.

There was a little tickling of dread deep down too, because she
didn't really know what she should be wearing to fit in better.

And puberty. Christ, what a drag. For the few days before her
period she felt even uglier and more awkward than usual. Then
when it started she had cramps that went on and on and made her
want to scream, and sometimes she had diarrhea. At those times
she felt like a total 100% piece of dirty meat. And for all that
painful period stuff, her boobs were small, while all the other
eighth grade girls had big ones by now. So her body made her
totally miserable in a womanly way but she looked like a little
kid, so what boy would even look at her?

She had trouble concentrating in school, and her mother hounded
her constantly about homework. It made her angry just thinking
about it and couldn't learn anything even sitting there with the
book open.

School was over for the week. On Friday afternoon she gave up the
anxiety of school for the tedious familiarity of life at home.
She got a break from not knowing where she stood or who she was
with the other kids and traded it for the all-too-familiar
harangues of her mother.

There was one little bright spot. Mr. Williams was coming over to
supper. He was a friend of the family and he had always been
pretty nice to her. Her mother wouldn't hound her about stuff
with him there. And he really saw her, really saw who she was and
he liked her. Lately she could tell he saw her as a budding young
woman, too, and that meant a lot to her. Not that he was being
inappropriate, just a subtle sort of appreciation that hadn't
been there a year before.

Still, Katy was the last one in to supper, getting herself up off
her bed only after her mother called her the third time. Going
earlier would have been like handing her a victory.

Mr. Williams was already seated at the table, and she was
surprised to see a mouse sitting on his shoulder.

"Hello, Katy, nice to see you," Mr. Williams said with a smile.

"Hi," she said. "Ummm, what's with the mouse?"

"He's a really cool, special mouse, and I thought you folks might
like to see him."

"Ummm, hi mouse," Katy said, jokingly holding out her hand to
shake. Her mother and father and Mr. Williams all smiled.

The mouse sat up on his haunches and bobbed his head up and down
a couple times.

"Ah, he likes you!" Mr. Williams said, catching the mouse's
movement out of the corner of his eye.

"Yeah, right," said Katy.

As the dinner progressed, she took a closer look. This mouse had
light tan fur and no tail. He sat on Mr. Williams' shoulder for a
little but then scampered around behind his neck to show up on
the other shoulder. He clambered up the man's head and lay flat
on his belly, legs spread wide. Back down behind the man's neck,
then nose peeking out one side or the other. It seemed he was
playing peek-a-boo with her. Whenever she looked up the mouse was
looking at her, never her parents.

"I thought mice left droppings behind themselves everywhere," her
mother said after some time. "I had been worried about that here
at the dinner table, but I don't see any."

"No, he is totally box trained. He's a new variety of mouse,
genetically engineered a bit."

"Oh, interesting!" said her father.

"Is it safe, messing around with nature like that?" her mother
asked.

"Oh, completely!" said Mr. Williams.

"He seems very intelligent," her father continued.

"Indeed he is."

Her mother spoke. "Katy, Mr. Williams asked about getting one of
these fancy new mice for you, and your father and I thought it
would be a good idea if you'd like. You know how we could never
have a cat or dog because of my allergies, but he says this mouse
isn't a problem that way."

"I don't know, mom. A mouse?" Her friends had had hamsters and
guinea pigs and so forth back a few years ago, but not many had
them any more. It wasn't an eighth grade kind of thing to do. The
fact that her mother was in favor made it suspicious, too.

Mr. Williams said, "You can take him for a while and see what you
think. If you don't like him I can take him back to the lab."

"The lab? Not a pet store?"

"They're experimental still. You'd be one of the first ordinary
people to have one as a pet."

"Does that mean he might be dangerous?" her mother asked.

"The folks I work with at the lab have had some as pets for a
while and there's been no problem."

"I don't know..." said her mother.

"OK, I'll give him a try," said Katy.

Mr. Williams reached his hand across the table, palm up. The
mouse scuttled down his arm and sat in his palm, facing Katy.
"Let him say hello," Mr. Williams. Katy cautiously reached her
hand out, also palm up. The mouse stepped across, sat on his
haunches for a moment, then went down on all fours -- and licked
her hand.

"Ooooo!" Katy said, finding it a little disconcerting. "He licked
me!"

"He must really like you!" said Mr. Williams.

Then the mouse slowly walked up a little above Katy's wrist, sat
back on his haunches and looked at her, almost as if he was
checking with her to see if it was OK for him to proceed. Katy
decided it was OK and smiled, and he clambered up to her
shoulder. She couldn't help giggling like a little girl as he
scuttled around behind her back to the other shoulder, then went
up to the top of her head and back down. He settled on her
shoulder looking at her face. As she turned to look at him, he
stood on his hind paws, put his front paws gently on her cheek
and then gave her a lick!

"He kissed you!" said Katy's mother.

Mr. Williams said, "He's never licked me these couple days I've
had him!"

Katy was intrigued. After dinner Mr. Williams showed her the cage
with the exercise wheel and the water bottle, and then the two
bags, one of mouse food and one of wood shavings for his litter.

"Can I let him run free?" she asked. "Will he run away?"

"They say he won't," said Mr. Williams. "You can let him out any
time if you're watching him. But when you're not they suggest
keeping him in his cage for three days before you let him out on
his own, just to be sure."

"I think I'd rather keep him in the cage," said Katy's mother.

"What's his name?" Katy asked.

"I thought you should name him yourself," said Mr. Williams.

-----------------

So now I own a mouse, Katy thought. She cautiously lay on her bed
and put the little critter on her stomach. He scampered all
around, down one leg to her toes, then back up and around the
corner to her other. He explored all over her body.

She thought a bit and sighed. My life still sucks. Yeah, the
mouse was fun, but he didn't bear on any of her real problems. As
she started feeling sorry for herself, the mouse curled up at the
spot right in front where her neck joined her collarbone and gave
a few licks. Katy smiled. She decided she would assume it was
sympathy, like when a dog licks you.

She thought of names. Pipsqueak? Fluffy? Nah, pick something big
and strong. Like -- Shaquille O'Neal. The name popped into her
mind and she smiled. "Shaq" would be good. She'd call him "Shaq."

------------

Friday night she shut him in his cage and forgot about him most
of the day Saturday. That night she got her pajamas on, all ready
for sleep. She lay back, putting Shaq on her chest.

"Nobody else understands me," she mused. "Do you, little Shaq?
Are you my friend?"

Shaq sat on his haunches and looked at her for a long moment,
then set out exploring all over her front, arms and legs. Then he
crawled inside her pajama tops! She giggled as she felt the
little paws and fur on her chest and her stomach. After exploring
a bit, she felt him creeping slowly to her left breast -- what
there was of it.

Then she felt the most amazing thing. She felt his little tongue
licking her nipple!

She laughed out loud and wriggled and he stopped. "Why you little
pervert!" But after a pause she could feel him under her pajama
top creeping over again. He gave one little lick, and while she
laughed she didn't push him away.

One lick became many. Katy lay still and let herself experience
the sensations. She could feel the nipple stiffen under the
little rodent's tongue. It felt nice in a very particular way. It
made her feel sexy. She squirmed as she felt herself grow just a
bit warm between her legs. Then little Shaq scuttled across under
her pajama tops and started licking the other one! It felt really
good.

After a minute Shaq next scuttled downward and out the bottom of
her pajama tops to her thigh. He raced the length of her leg,
then at her ankle he crawled inside the cuff of her left pajama
leg! He crawled up her calf and thigh.

"Why you nasty, perverted little critter!" she said, giggling.

She felt him straining to get higher, but he couldn't; the way
she was lying the cloth of the pajamas was tight against her
thigh.

"Are you going for my privates?" she asked, amused.

Shaq raced back down that leg, across the bed and up the inside
of the other pajama leg. There he could get up all the way and
was soon sitting on her stomach inside her pajamas, and she felt
his snout nosing under the waistband of her panties.

"OK, enough, you dirty-minded little rodent!" she said. She was
getting ready to reach in and retrieve the cheeky little animal
when he crawled back down her pants leg, up the outside, and sat
on her chest between her breasts, looking at her.

"All right, I'm going to sleep," she said. "Should I put you in
your cage?" she asked him. Shaq dropped to the bed, then she
could hear his pitter patter as he ran down the bedspread to the
floor and back to his cage. She heard him scuffling around in the
shavings. She supposed she should get out of bed and close the
door to shut him in, but she knew he wasn't going to run away.
She never worried about confining him again.

Somehow she felt less alone. Did Shaq appreciate her sexually?
Nah, what a dumb idea! He was just a stupid rodent.


----------------

Sunday night little Shaq went back to licking her nipples, this
time starting with her right one before moving to her left. She
felt her hormones stir. When he scuttled downward she decided to
spread her legs wide and see what he'd do. He didn't try going up
inside her pajama legs, and she realized that the way she was
arranged there was no space between pajama leg and thigh to get
near her panties. Within seconds the little guy was outside her
pajamas on the sheet right between her legs. He stood on his hind
paws and pressed in and out against her pussy area with his front
paws and his head.

"You want to play with my nether regions?" she asked, amazed. "My
private parts? My pussy?" she laughed.

What a gross idea! At that moment, something felt really weird in
her head, like someone else was in there with her. Then she
couldn't understand why she had thought it was gross. Letting him
play with her would be the most natural thing in the world.

She nudged him gently out of the way, then pulled down pajama
bottoms and panties to her ankles and spread her legs wide again.

"There I am, Shaq. Take me! Take me!" she joked.

She was further amazed to feel him back down between her legs,
licking on her crack! He flicked his tongue in one spot, then
moved his head higher and lower to cover the length of her slit.
It was a pleasant sensation and definitely sexy. Her pussy had
started feeling warm as he was licking her nipples, and now it
felt even warmer as he was licking right at its opening. Then he
stopped licking and pushed his snout against her lips so they
pressed in a little. He wanted to get inside!

Katy reached down and spread her lips apart. "There, I'm all open
for you, you dirty-minded little mouse. Have your way with me!"
She laughed. "God knows no other male is going to!

She had rubbed around down between her legs sometimes and it had
felt good, but she hadn't really gone exploring in earnest. She
knew where to put the tampons in, and she knew that pressing
rhythmically above that part felt kind of good, but not much
more.

Now she felt the most amazing sensations as he licked inside her
spread lips. He had found something and it made sexual pleasure
course through her body. She gave in to the pleasure, letting
both hands slide up to her breasts to massage and press, then she
squeezed her nipples as Shaq licked away between her legs.

She felt a hunger between her legs. Shaq switched to bursts of
very fast licking punctuated by little rests, and her pleasure
sharpened and began to almost itch. And then she felt the waves
surge through her brain, felt them crash, felt pleasure and
release that she had never felt before. As the sensations faded,
she realized that must have been an orgasm! It felt totally
amazing. When her orgasm was gone and she shifted just a little,
Shaq backed away. It dawned on her that she had just let a mouse
lick her between her legs. She knew that most people would think
it was gross, but she knew it was just right. Shaq scampered up
onto her stomach as she pulled her pajamas and panties back up.

"You nasty little critter!" she said, still breathing a little
heavily. "That felt great!" She had never heard of a mouse doing
anything of the kind, and figured his genetic engineering must
have been pretty amazing. He scampered onto her bedside table and
curled up in a little ball between her lamp and a box of tissues.
She liked the idea of him sleeping closer by rather than in his
cage on the floor.

----------------------

Eric Williams sat in his living room armchair, a huge smile on
his face. He had just eaten out little Katy and given her an
orgasm. True, it was the mouse's body that had done it, but he
controlled the mouse and the mouse sent its sensations back to
him.
 
He had had the hots for Katy for some time and had dreamed he
could be with her somehow -- knowing it could never be more than
a fantasy. But just to be a fly on the wall in her room, to see
her naked body as she undressed -- that would be heaven.

His work in biochemical research required him to perform
experiments with mice all the time. He didn't know quite how it
had occurred to him to try to link his mind with that of a mouse.
If he couldn't be a fly on the wall, could he be a mouse in a
cage in her bedroom? For some reason he had had a hunch that
turned out to work. He concocted a potion including some of his
own DNA and gave some to a male and female mouse. The
next-generation mice looked a little different -- hardly any
tail, for instance. Then he mixed his DNA in an appropriate
concoction with that of the new mouse. After it drank some, the
mouse became an extension of him! If he concentrated, he could
sense what the mouse was sensing and control its actions!
 
He had been very excited to try out his new eyes and ears with
Katy, and was delighted that she had accepted his gift. Seeing
her change clothes had been exciting, just as he had imagined.

But he also wanted to touch her, to feel her body. He had figured
he would see how far his mouse could get with her sexually. He
expected to be rebuffed, but to his surprise she had accepted his
advances!

Like most men, he adored sex, and the thought of sex with Katy
was very exciting. But his interest in girls went much farther.
He wanted to experience all aspects of their lives. Katy had let
little Shaq get sexual with her, and with that hurdle overcome,
he was hopeful that his adventures with her were just beginning.
 
There was that special configuration the mouse could assume, and
those special sensations that came from touching the mouse's
neck...


-----------------------


The next day was Monday, and as Katy woke she felt a pang of
anxiety, dreading dealing with the kids again. Coming back from
the shower, she took off her robe and tossed her towel down. Then
she heard squeaks. There was Shaq, standing up on the bedside
table, bobbing up and down and looking at her.

She laughed. "You horny little mouse, you want to see me naked
too?" So she posed naked for him, hands on her hips and thrusting
them to one side. Shaq bobbed up and down. She then stood with
her legs wide apart and thrust her chest out so her little
breastlets were as pronounced as they could be. She then came
over and put one foot up on the bed, bending her knee and leaning
forward so her pussy lips were stretched a little bit crooked.

Then she saw Shaq nearly jumping up and down. She laughed. He
stopped and looked at her expectantly, so she got on hands and
knees on the bed facing away from him and stuck her butt up, then
spread her lips apart.

"Would you like to mate with me, little mouse?" she asked, amused
at that impossibility.

She went through a number of other positions before picking up
the little guy and rubbing noses with him. "I've got to get ready
for school now," she said, then put him down on the bureau. He
watched her from the elevated perch as she dressed. She couldn't
believe that she actually felt excited to have her body
appreciated by -- a mouse!

Throughout the day she remembered her magic bedtime sessions and
felt a tingle imagining what might happen that night. At last the
school day was over, dinner over and homework done.

She lay on her bed, totally naked this time, and realized she
kind of liked what she saw as she looked down. Her breasts were
small, but some of the sexiest models had even smaller ones! Her
skin was smooth and her hips flared. Shaq licked her nipples for
a few minutes until she said, "I need you down licking my pussy."
Instantly little Shaq scurried down between her legs. It felt
like he was spreading her lips with his paws, and soon his tongue
was licking everything down there, focusing on that magic spot --
which she now knew was a clitoris, having refreshed her memory
with a peek online. She luxuriated in the pleasure even more,
knowing now what an orgasm was and feeling it coming. When it
burst upon her she was not disappointed.

As she lay moaning in the aftermath, she felt little Shaq licking
her inner lips, right at her vagina. It felt nice too. She could
feel how wet she was there, and then felt his little snout
pressing hard against her opening.

"Do you want to go all the way?" she asked incredulously.

It was past amazing that a little mouse could know just how to
bring her to orgasm, and he had never given her anything but
pleasure. Still, the idea of a mouse poking his nose into her
virgin pussy was too much.

She knew she wanted a man, her Prince Charming, to slide his
penis into her. She wanted to get fucked, and thrilled a little
as she thought of that crude word. She wanted a cock up her cunt,
she thought, and thrilled more. But that was a pleasure reserved
for the distant future, if a man ever did decide she was sexy
enough.

So she picked up her heavenly Shaq and held him in both hands. He
was holding himself stiffly instead of relaxing like a warm
cuddly mouse. As she looked at him, she felt an excitement deep
within for a few moments before it burst into her consciousness.
He was a stiff cylinder, flesh colored, with a slight purple
tinge to his head area and a flaring out at his neck. She could
see no trace of his front paws or shut eyes. Somehow his fur was
plastered against him so tightly that he felt entirely like warm
flesh, with no hint of fur whichever direction she stroked. She
recognized this from the sex ed books and an occasional glimpse
of porn -- or thought she did.

 
"You're a penis!" she whispered. "Do you want to slide into me?"
She knew he did. A cock. Up her cunt. She shuddered with
excitement, then placed the mouse on the bed between her legs and
held her pussy lips wide open.

She felt his snout pushing back and forth rhythmically, pressing
into her part way. That felt totally right. She then felt him
stop momentarily, and she knew somehow that he was about to take
her virginity, to dispose of her hymen. And indeed she felt his
little teeth cutting away.

She winced at one point, but it wasn't too bad. The little guy
paused a moment but kept snipping.
Then he burrowed into her. She didn't stop to wonder how he was
getting leverage; she just felt her pussy walls gradually pushing
aside to admit her pet penis. She was amazed that such a thing
was possible and fascinated at the sensations.

She felt pleasantly full, and then he started sliding back and
forth. She knew guys went in and out, but more profoundly she
recognized that motion from the depths of her unconscious. She
was getting fucked. He was Shaq the mouse but at the moment he
was a penis, and she loved it.

She gave in to the sensations as her body responded to his
rhythm. He was doing something with his hind paws that made her
pussy lips glow. She let go of her lips where she was holding
them open with her fingers and then she felt her pussy lips
vibrating. The pleasure was amazing. The cock was sliding in and
out in a frenzy, it felt wonderful, and her urgency and desire
built. She started rocking her hips back and forth. The
excruciatingly pleasurable sensations went on and on, but she
craved release. Finally she convulsed with orgasm. It felt even
better than the other ones, and there was something beyond
pleasure that felt right about it. It was right having her pussy
filled up and having that cock glide back and forth in her cunt.

As her orgasm faded she felt a flurry of prods and pokes in her
pussy, and then all was still. When she looked down again, she
couldn't quite believe her eyes. Her pussy was still feeling
full, but when she bent all the way over she could just barely
see Shaq's whiskers and snout sticking out of her -- just a
little. He had turned around!

"Do you think you're going to hang out in my pussy?" she asked
incredulously as she leaned back again. "Yeah, right!" It did
feel good, however.

For answer, she felt a little scrambling between her legs and
then felt those amazing tongue strokes. Evidently he had crawled
out of her just enough to lick her clit.

She had already had two orgasms, though.

"Nice try, little guy, but out! You've given me lots of pleasure
but I want my body back to myself, thank you!"

The mouse instantly popped out and disappeared. She looked up to
see him standing between her legs, furry and mouse-like once
more. He looked a little damp, but then he had just been in a
very wet spot!

She wondered briefly if she should help him clean up somehow. He
scuttled out of the way as she put on her pajamas and turned onto
her side. She was starting to drift off to sleep when she saw him
sitting up in front of her face, fur all dry and fluffy.

He stood up and leaned forward, and then she felt the most
amazing thing as his tongue gently licked her lips. He was truly
kissing her -- like lovers kissed! She kissed him back for a few
seconds.

"Good night, Shaq," she said.

The next night after her mouse-as-penis had fucked her to a
satisfying climax, he again turned around in her pussy and lay
still.

"Out you go!" she said once more, but once he had crawled out she
felt kind of empty. Lonely inside.

"Shaq, do you really want to sleep in my pussy?"

He bobbed up and down. Could this critter answer questions? What
an odd thought.

"Could you nod your head if what I say is true. Does two plus two
equal four?"

Shaq just looked at her.

"Does three plus four equal five?"

Shaq just stared, betraying nothing.

Well, at least she didn't have a prince trapped in a mouse's body
or anything. She smiled at the thought.
 
"Well, let's try," she said. "If you want to go up into my pussy,
go ahead."

The little fellow, her mousy lover, scrambled back up her pussy
and turned around, nose peeking out, and lay still. She felt
peaceful. She had thought of a lover as a large man enfolding her
in his arms. Instead he was a very small man who she enfolded
much more completely in her pussy.

"Good night, Shaq."

She felt the bulge in her pussy pulse outward a couple times.
Maybe that was him saying goodnight.


--------------------

Her incredible nighttime exploits with her mouse were certainly
an exciting distraction, but they did nothing to improve the rest
of her life. Nonetheless, her life improved.

She found that if she just sat down after school and did her
homework, her mother stopped nagging. Maybe she wasn't an ogre
who would be sure to find something else to complain about. What
she wanted Katy to do wasn't so unreasonable. Picking up her
clothes, setting and clearing the table at dinner, and most of
all doing her homework -- they weren't so bad. Now her mother
made her favorite vegetarian lasagne once every week. She even
suggested taking Katy shopping to buy some new clothes!

"So, do you like your mouse -- what did you call, him, Shack?"

"Yeah, Shaq. He's nice to have around," she said, as casually as
she could. She wouldn't give him up for the world, and she would
never dream of giving a hint as to why.

Her clothes were no more stylish than they had been before, but
she worried about it less. Her boobs were no bigger, but she felt
OK about them.


--------------------

For a week Katy had Shaq crawl out of her pussy every morning
after she woke up, but she felt a little empty after he left.

She asked, "Could you stay up there during the day too?"
 
She walked down the hallway to the bathroom in her pajamas with a
mouse up inside her pussy! She knew in her head that no one could
tell just looking at her, but she still felt naughty and exposed
somehow.
 
She had an evil little thought. "You want to stay up there while
I pee?" The worst that would happen is that his snout would get a
little wet.
Just then she felt him pull his snout inside. She sat and let her
stream go, amazed that he was right there, so close.
"Do you want to stay during my shower?" she asked.

Getting no reply, she stripped and climbed in. The little guy
wasn't making to crawl out, so she bathed as usual. She found
that she would even forget for a second or two that he was there.

He stayed up her pussy and just pulled in a little further when
she had bowel movement as well.

When it was time to go to school, Katy went to the privacy of her
bedroom and pulled her pants and panties down. "See you tonight!"
she said as the mouse dutifully clambered out of her and began
washing himself.

---------------
 
One Saturday Katy experimented with leaving Shaq in after
breakfast. She left him in all morning and forgot about him, but
just before lunch she felt some vigorous pulsing and commotion
down in her pussy. Retreating behind a closed door in her bedroom
she dropped her panties to let the critter out. He immediately
went to his cage and starting eating and drinking eagerly. Of
course! He had animal needs that could not be met while he was
occupying her intimate spot.

Shortly after she started leaving him inside, she saw and felt
him turn around and do his own business right into the toilet! So
she didn't need to change the litter in his cage any more.
 
They worked out a weekend routine where she let him out to eat
and drink while she showered. Then she struck sexy poses and felt
the admiration of her pet cock/mouse. She liked seeing him
appreciate her, which was evident from his vigorous bobbing up
and down.

He then eagerly crawled back up her pussy and spent the whole
middle of the day inside her. It was very comforting to have her
pal with her. Talk about an intimate acquaintance! Once in the
evening he crawled out again for an hour or so, eating and racing
around the room; he didn't get much exercise lying in her pussy.

Once she woke in the night to the feel of Shaq slowly sliding
back and forth inside her. To her it felt mildly pleasant, though
it didn't stimulate her sex nerves very much. It went on for a
long time, then he sped up just a little more and she felt very
faint twitching. Then she felt him relax a little. From what
she'd read it seemed like that might be the same sort of thing
that happened when a man had an orgasm.

Her sensations had been very mild and soothing, so it would be no
surprise if he had been doing that at night for some time.

"Shaq," she whispered. She felt a little startle reaction in her
pussy. "Did you just fuck me? Was it just for you? Because you
like it?"

She realized that she didn't know much about what Shaq wanted in
life. She knew boys liked doing it inside girls' pussies, and
maybe he did too.

"Shaq," she whispered. She decided to tease him a little; she
could pretend he understood, at least. "I think you've been
fucking me while I'm asleep! Without my permission! That's not
very nice of you!" She wondered if it was rape. Given that she
had invited him to occupy her pussy at night, it seemed unlikely.
"You're not going to make me pregnant, are you?" But even as she
formulated the question she just knew that he wouldn't. Then she
said, "You can fuck me any time you like, OK?"

It seemed like he understood, because she began feeling him slide
back and forth in her more often, sometimes during the day. And
she found herself drifting awake at night. "Mmmmm, Shaq, feels
nice, have fun!" she said and slid right back into sleep feeling
the gentle warm back and forth within her pussy.

But whenever she wanted, he would be sure to stimulate her fully
to a massive, satisfying orgasm. If she paid attention during her
ecstasy, she realized he was twitching too -- probably coming
when she did! She got so she liked a quick one in the morning and
a slow, leisurely and delicious one at night.

------------------

Katy liked having Shaq up inside her whenever she could. When she
got home from school, the first thing she did was drop her
panties so he could penetrate her, fill her, and keep her
company. She found she missed him up inside her during the day at
school.

"Do I dare take you to school with me?" she asked. It was against
the rules to have a pet in school. But this pet was something
else. "You know you couldn't come out at all, right?"

She chanced it, and the mouse was no trouble at all during the
day.

She began to wonder how she had ever lived before with the
loneliness of an empty pussy.

---------------------

Shaq was a source of companionship and exquisite sexual pleasure.

But when it was her period, little Shaq earned his weight in
gold.

The first time her period was due, she was glad to have the
little guy for company as she went through the premenstrual
blues. She dreaded the diarrhea and horrendous cramps that were
about to start.

"Shaq, I'm going to start bleeding gross blood during the night.
Maybe you should sleep outside tonight." But she liked the idea
of his company even more as she thought about the misery to come.
She felt the first dreaded twinges of cramps, and she wore an
extra-absorbent pad to bed. "Well, if you want out, just let me
know."

That night she woke to a new sensation. She felt the little guy
pushing and tugging on something way up inside her. Was it her
uterus? She had heard of a cervix but had never felt it. At least
she didn't have terrible cramps, and she fell back to sleep.

She was surprised to wake up without cramps or blood. Her cycle
was mostly regular, but it still held surprises for her now and
then.

She was bound to start bleeding during the day. "Shaq, you can't
stay up there now! There's really a flood of gross blood on the
way, and you can't just crawl out at school."

But the little guy seemed especially agitated at her suggestion
that he not scramble into her pussy as she headed off to school.

If he got drenched with blood and wanted to get out, she wondered
what she could do. Finally she hid a sour cream container with a
couple holes punched in the top in her backpack, and figured that
if he crawled out when she went to the girls' room he could spend
the rest of the day in there, even if he was bloody.

She was surprised and pleased to feel no cramps during the day.

When they got home from school that afternoon, she went to the
bathroom to pee. Sitting on the toilet, she was aware of Shaq
moving around vigorously and obviously trying to catch her
attention. She waited. She felt him scurry out of her and up onto
her thigh, then look at her expectantly. When she bore down
slightly to pee, a flood of period blood just fell out of her
pussy and into the toilet!

Shaq promptly cleaned up the streaks of blood on her pussy lips
and started licking all around quickly as he crawled back up
inside her.

She put on a heavy-flow pad, but there was no heavy flow, or
light flow, or any kind of flow. That was the end of her period!

Whenever her period came she felt occasional tugging and pressure
as Shaq did something with her cervix, but she never got cramps.
A day or so after he started messing with her cervix he pulled
his best magic trick. He exited her just before all of her period
blood came out at once.

However he was doing it, little Shaq earned her gratitude in a
big way!

-------------------

Katy found herself a bit more popular at the middle school. She
made a number of friends. One day she was talking with Laura.

"Katy, I think I'm gonna die. Kevin makes me so horny! I have to
sit beside him in lab every day, and the way he looks at me I
have to change my panties afterward! Do you get horny like that?"

"Ummm, well, not really. Or rather I do but I don't stay that
way..."

Laura stopped in her tracks. "You're not doing it, are you! Are
you?!"

"No, but..."

"You do it to yourself? I've tried that, but... I don't really
like it."

Later that day Katy found Laura again.

"Do you have any pets, Laura?"

"No, why?"

"I have one that's really, really cool. His name is Shaq and he's
a mouse."

Laura was skeptical. "What's so cool about him?"

"Well, he looks like a mouse, but he's way more intelligent. He
actually licks my cheeks sometimes."

"I don't get it. Who wants a mouse who can kiss?"

"He can do a lot more than kiss -- a lot more." She gave Laura a
significant look. "I know a guy who can get you one, I bet. He
gave me Shaq and said I could return him if I didn't like him. I
bet he could get you one too."

"You're serious?"

"Very serious. Give him a try."
 
 
--------------------
 
"Mr. Williams?"
 
"Yes?"
 
"Hi! It's Katy. Shaq and I are still getting along great," she
said. Naturally she had relayed to him her enthusiasm for the
little critter a couple times shortly after she got him.
 
"Great!"
 
"Do you have any other mice like Shaq? My friend Laura thought
she'd like one too."
 
Mr. Williams had overheard the conversation between Katy and
Laura at school and hoped this call might be coming. In fact, he
was hearing Katy's voice twice now, once muffled as the sound
reached him through her clothing, once in the normal fashion
through the earpiece.
 
"I think I can get one." There had been several mice in the same
litter with Shaq.
 
He would be surprised if Laura let the mouse into her pussy too,
but it would be worth it in any event. He could watch the girl
dress and undress, watch her as she slept, and hear her humming
along to her music.
 
He thought about why he was so terribly delighted to identify
with Shaq as he spent most of each day up inside Katy's pussy. He
would have been embarrassed to admit it to anyone, but if he was
honest with himself, this was how he felt:
 
The very existence of females in the world was a miracle. Girls
were the most delicious of those miracles, and their pussies were
the center of their femininity. It was sheer bliss to be allowed
to occupy one, day in and day out. The girls went through their
lives largely unaware of the organ tucked up behind that opening
between their legs. As Shaq the mouse, he could appreciate the
magnificence all day while Katy was neglecting it. He could
appreciate the smooth cloth of the panties she wore. They helped
retain those magnificent odors of the female, odors that changed
throughout the month. When she walked, he was right there in her
pussy, jostled up and down slightly, right at crotch height.
Right in his vicinity, there was the pee above, the poop below --
that came with the territory and was natural. As she sat in
class, he was right there, not far from her buttocks resting on
the chair. He got to hear her talk to herself and to overhear her
private conversations with other girls.
 
Then, of course, there was using the pussy for its intended
purpose. He assumed the form of a penis and slid back and forth,
building his pleasure to orgasm. The mouse didn't ejaculate, nor
did his own organ participate directly in the pleasure his mind
felt. But he felt that massage a pussy gives to a cock, a massage
to bring forth that fluid of life. And he felt the climax, the
satisfaction, the fulfillment of the purpose. When Katy herself
wanted to celebrate her own participation in the primal act, that
was better still. He got to feel her pussy get so wet, her inner
lips and clit so engorged, and then her own orgasmic celebration
of the union of the sexes. 
 

--------------------

Laura was beaming. "OK, now I see why you like your mouse!"

"You see what I mean that he could do a lot more than kiss?"

"Oh yeah, sure do."

"What's his name?"

"Dale Doe. You get it -- Dale Doe?"

Katy laughed. "Very clever. Where does he sleep?"

"In his cage, of course. Where else?"

"There is another possibility..."

"On your pillow?"

Katy shook her head.

"In your panties!" Laura joked.

"You're getting warm..."

Laura's jaw dropped and her eyes went wide.

"In fact, Shaq is with me right now, probably asleep."

Just then she felt him go into his little fucking motion.

"Actually, he's not asleep," she said.


------------------
 

"What's the matter with you?" Katy said. "Are you sick?"

Shaq just looked at Katy with a blank expression.

The first changes had been subtle. The orgasms weren't as good as
they used to be, then somehow he never quite let her finish. She
would be left hanging, waiting for that final flurry of licks
from her special friend's tongue, or waiting for those final deep
and hard strokes up her pussy that would send her over into
beautiful, joyful release.

Then he stopped wanting to go up her pussy at all, and she felt
lonely without his familiar presence. He still would lean against
her and kiss her face, but that was all. He slept in the shavings
in his cage and soiled them like any other mouse.

-------------------

"Hello, Mr. Williams?"

"Oh... Hi Katy! How are you? Are you still enjoying Shaq?"

"I'm fine, yeah, but that's why I'm calling. I'm worried about
Shaq, like maybe he's sick or something."

"Oh, sorry to hear that. What if you bring him in -- or better
yet, I can pick the two of you up. When would be good?"

"Ummm, after school tomorrow? Like 3:30?"

"Excellent! I'll see you then."

--------------------

Katy brought the cage into Mr. Williams' living room and set it
down.

"Let's get Shaq out and see what's up."

She took the mouse out of his cage and sat on the sofa. Mr.
Williams sat next to her, a few feet away, and turned towards
her.

Shaq climbed all over Katy, sat on her shoulder, and acted much
as he had when she first met him at dinner.

Mr. Williams picked him up and looked him over, then put him back
on Katy's shoulder.

"He looks fine."

Just then Shaq lifted himself up on his hind paws and gave Katy
one of his licking kisses on the cheek.

"So what's the problem?"

Katy was suddenly anxious. How could she explain what was wrong
without explaining what they had been doing?

"He doesn't seem himself, quite, and -- actually, he does seem
better today," she said, turning pink and stumbling over her
words. "Maybe something here in the house..."

"Katy, you seem upset. Is there some problem you're not
mentioning?"

"Oh nothing, Mr. Williams. Can you take me home now?"

"There's something bothering you."

Mr. Williams paused a moment. "Oh, Katy..." he said in a low
voice. "Since I gave you Shaq the lab people have said sometimes
one of these mice tries to do his kisses on a girl's chest."

Katy stammered.

"It's no shame. Did he just start recently?"

Katy turned beet red.

"Oh no, Katy! So it's been going on for a while? And you let him
lick you there? And didn't say anything? Oh my." Mr. Williams
paused a bit. "They say that if you don't stop one, he might go
exploring other places too. Oh, look at you, you're so upset! Do
I get the feeling you let him touch you in your private parts? I
think he did. They say he'll even actually..."

Katy started crying.

"Oh, goodness, Katy. I think maybe I'll have to tell your parents
about this."

"No, Mr. Williams, no!" Katy cried. "Please, anything but that!"

"You can call me Eric," he said. "Oh, come here, sweetie," Mr.
Williams said, moving close to her and hugging her to him as they
sat side by side. Shaq hopped onto the back of the sofa to get
out of the way.

"I think you've been letting Shaq actually penetrate your vagina,
is that right?"

Katy cried, feeling hopelessly embarrassed.

Through her agony she was dimly aware that she liked the way he
stroked her hair and she liked his warm body against her. Mr.
Williams had always been kind to her, so maybe he'd help her find
a way out of this.

"But then in a girl your age the hormones are strong and I
imagine it's so tempting."

He slowed and starting whispering, "By now you're a sexually
experienced young woman, aren't you?"

Katy drew away to look at him, with tear-stained red face and
mussed hair. As she did he let his hand slowly slide down to her
breast.

"Hormones are strong in me, too," he said, "for a beautiful young
girl like you. Maybe there's a way," he said.

Suddenly Katy got the new aspect to this situation -- he was
hitting on her. It was alarming and gross -- but also very
exciting.

"A way to not tell my parents?" she said in a ragged voice.

"Yes..."

She thought of how she might bargain. "Do you want to, like, see
me in my underwear?" she asked.

Mr. Williams grinned. "I'd love to see you in just your
underwear," he said.

Katy rose and faced him. "And then you won't tell my parents?"

Mr. Williams paused. "You've already done some very naughty
things," he continued. "Maybe some more won't make much
difference ... I'm not sure that stripping to your underwear is
quite enough."

"If you've already pulled your panties down and let an animal --
a rodent, no less -- touch you and poke into you, what would be
the harm in letting a human being -- a friend of the family, no
less -- do the same thing?"

Katy's pussy was suddenly very wet. The idea of Mr. Williams
sliding into her was terrifically exciting -- and so very
naughty. But it was the principle of the thing she hated.

"This is blackmail!" Katy said hotly.

"Oh, I wouldn't put it that way," he said, though that was
precisely what it was.

 
Mr. Williams sighed. "No, Katy, I promise not to tell on you."
Was he having a change of heart, or did he sense that contrition
would get him exactly what he wanted?

"No matter what?"

"Well, OK, sorry. It's just that a terrifically sexy young girl
like you sometimes drives a man to think about things he
shouldn't."

Katy was dying to get out of her clothes, and she had one more
thought, a very grown-up thought. As it was he could tell on her
any time. But if he actually did fuck her, then she had something
to hold over him too. She was prime USDA Grade A jail bait.

She was horny. She had had a crush on Mr. Williams for a long
time and had occasionally dreamed of him taking her against her
will -- that way she would be innocent, and she could enjoy his
caresses without guilt. He had also given her a very sexy present
-- her little lover Shaq.

She was horny, but she was also angry that he had tried to
blackmail her. The combination inspired her to do something very,
very naughty. She reached under her dress and pulled off her
panties, then stepped up on the sofa, one foot on either side of
Mr. Williams' knees, dirty shoes on the clean plush fabric. She
then hitched up her dress and pressed her crotch right into his
face.

She loved his expression of surprise, lust and fear as his head
disappeared under her dress. Holding her weight partly on her
arms on the back of the sofa, she wiggled around to mash her
whole crotch and pussy area against his face, hard, and then
scrunch it back and forth. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw
little Shaq standing on his haunches at the other end of the sofa
back, bobbing up and down. So at least the little guy wasn't
jealous.

When she finally pulled back and Mr. Williams' face reappeared,
it was a collage of regions that were red, wet, and both.

He rose, looking angry, and she backed away. Was he really, truly
angry? Well, if he was, she expected the worst he would do would
be to throw her down roughly somewhere and ravish her -- which
was exactly what she wanted.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her roughly down the hallway
toward his bedroom.

"No, no!" she cried weakly, but she knew she wasn't doing a very
good acting job.

"Now strip!" he said harshly.

Obediently Katy stepped out of her clothes, showing her body to a
man for the first time.

Mr. Williams was also stripping, and in a few moments she saw his
hard, trim body, with hairy chest -- and long, straight cock
sticking out right at her. It was certainly a lot bigger than her
pet penis Shaq and a wave of fear passed through her.

He leered at her appreciatively, then pushed her so she stumbled
back on the bed. He was soon on top of her, and in no time her
legs were spread wide with one of his knees pinning each of them.
His hands crushed her arms against the mattress. She was totally
at his mercy. She saw his hard cock as it twitched approaching
her pussy. Just at the opening, it stopped.

Mr. Williams reached down to engulf her left nipple in his mouth
and suck hard. Katy gasped at the sensation that dwarfed Shaq's
sweet little licks. He bit her nipple as he pulled away, then
attacked the other one.

He drew up and gave her a lusty grin before looking down between
her legs. With one hand he pushed her pussy lips open, then
lodged his cockhead into her opening and pushed. He was much
bigger than Shaq, and she was amazed at the sensation of being
spread so very wide open and then relentlessly stuffed. It didn't
hurt, however.

Mr. Williams looked up to see her wide eyes and grinned. He
bottomed out pressing against her cervix, the same thing that
Shaq tugged on during her period. Then he began his in and out
motion, first with slow, small strokes, then faster and deeper
and harder.

The stimulation on her pleasure centers wasn't as intense as when
Shaq was doing her, but everything else compensated -- Mr.
Williams' bulk pressing down on her, the size of his cock, the
seamless connection of the two, and the way his strength powered
the cock into her hard and deep.

She had the sense that if he wanted to he could puncture her
abdomen with his cock or snap her little arm bones -- and found
it all the more exciting that she knew she could trust him not
to, even as he raped her. His aggression was bounded to fucking
her and giving her her first dose of sperm, and that was what she
wanted too.

He grunted and groaned, and as his muscles tensed and he plowed
her depths harder and harder, her pleasure built. Then she sensed
his whole body open up as he gasped. His ducts opened and shot
gobs of sperm up into her, but the rest of him seemed open too.
She convulsed too, a strong orgasm -- a pair of matching dirty,
messy, earthy orgasms. He pulled out and lay gently beside her,
and she was thrilled to think that his sperm stayed up inside
her.

Katy idly fingered Mr. Williams' amazing organ as it lay limp,
but exploring the phenomenon changed it, and the limp organ
didn't stay limp for long.

Mr. Williams was soon on top of her again, sliding his penis in
and out with smooth, deep, and gentle strokes for a long time.

"Katy," Mr. Williams said quietly.
 
Katy woke with a start. She must have dozed off as they lay
together after the second time.
 
"I need to take you home now." Glancing at the clock she realized
he was right.
 
The two lovers dressed in silence.

"I know it's a little late to ask, but could I be pregnant?" Katy
asked quietly.

"No, vasectomy," he said.

Katy breathed a sigh of relief.

 
===============================================

Eric Williams lay back in bed at midnight, hands behind his head,
smiling. His plan had succeeded beautifully, far beyond his
expectations.
 
All nine of the mice he had given were safely stashed up the
cunts of the teenagers, resting contentedly as the girls slept.
The transmissions from the mice made that clear. As the girls
slept, the enveloping vaginal walls were a little different for
the different mice. Some of the pussies were deeper than the
others, some tighter and some wetter.

Each girl's pussy had a slightly different odor. Gina was at the
peak of her fertility and her pussy had the glorious odor to
match. Katy was just coming into that phase, and Eric found a
girl's odor at that stage was the sweetest and most subtle.
Probably tomorrow night Laura's mouse would have to start tugging
and poking her uterus to keep her cramps at bay. In his
experiments he had found it was a trick to harness the
contractions so they didn't hurt. Plugging the cervix was easy
enough, and unplugging it to let all the blood out was just as
easy.

He decided he wanted Gina's mouse to fuck her just then -- her
cunt just cried out for it -- so he had the creature turn about,
stiffen, and slide in and out in the timeless fucking motion
inside the sleeping girl. Eric felt the pleasure in his own
brain, the pleasure of fucking an adolescent girl in heat, her
vaginal walls so slick and hot. He let the mouse go on for a good
long while, then felt the intense pleasure of orgasm as Gina's
mouse twitched.

During the day, Eric adored the experiences his mice relayed.
 
The sensitive mouse noses were right against the panties,
sniffing the delicious odor of the girl's reproductive system
mixed with her healthy sweat smell. The mice could also smell
odors in the air beyond the girl -- dirt, flowers, freshly mown
grass, tasty food, shampoo...

The mice overheard favorite music, girl gossip, squabbles with
parents, and teacher lectures.

When the girl saw a boy she liked, her odor changed to reflect
that and her pussy started dampening a touch. A few of the girls
went on dates, and some let the boys feel them up a little. But
they were not going to let the boys between their legs. Why risk
pregnancy and disease and the reputation of a slut when total
sexual satisfaction was available any time?

Eric didn't pay much attention when the mice were out eating and
drinking and exercising in the world at large. That was rodent
business. What he craved was what the enhanced mouse experienced
in and around the girl.

Five of the girls modeled naked for their mice just as Katy did
in the morning and he adored that.
 
Beyond all the direct pleasure -- the sights, smells, and
exquisite sensations of sex -- there was that profound something
that gave Eric a sense of peace. He loved the concept of girlhood
itself, and he loved specific girls. He loved walking around with
them, being part of their lives. It was even more special doing
this from the vantage point of their most private organ, the one
that defined them as girls. His presence in their vaginas, day in
and day out, week after week, was truly inspiring and even
transcendent.

That inspiration naturally triggered the basic carnal impulse. A
man could never truly merge with a girl and know what it was to
be her. But he could engage in the age-old conjunction of mating:
Thrusting within vagina, striving to get just a little deeper,
and convulsing in ecstasy at its consummation. It was especially
rewarding to do that when the girl was excited and craved the
union as much as he did -- when her pussy flooded and she pulsed
with orgasm. But the girls were also all happy to accommodate his
desires and let their mice steal some extra sex. She experienced
at the minimum a pleasant warmth and a sense of happiness at
satisfying her beloved mouse.
 
He had gotten all nine of the girls to yield to his advances as
Eric Williams, source of magical mice. Katy and Sue were
regulars, and he had to set limits with Gina or she would have
him fucking her twice each day and straining his sexual stamina.
 
To get into Katy's pants he had used blackmail. But he had found
a simpler technique for the others. As with Katy, he had their
mice lose interest in giving the girls their intimate attentions.
Then he simply asked for sex as payment for curing this malady.
Their mice had given them a sexual hunger and fulfilled it, and
it was hard for them to imagine giving it up. And the sexual
awakening made a little affair with the handsome purveyor of the
mice tolerable if not actively exciting.
 
Eric had plans for extending his experiment too.

Another of his grown-up acquaintances had a nine-year-old
daughter Michelle, and he had offered her a special mouse. So far
he didn't go beyond innocent kissing on the cheek. The girl
played with him like most children would play with a pet mouse.
He did get to watch her dress and undress, a source of profound
excitement to him. He got to see her playing by herself with
dolls and books, and occasionally revealing some of her thoughts
by talking out loud. He was eager to watch her progression as she
went through puberty. Females really were such amazing creatures,
to be appreciated at all ages.

==========================================

Eric Williams couldn't have accomplished any of that human/mouse
engineering by himself. He needed my help.

I am an alien, 37,000,000 years old and without looming
mortality. I can die through an accident and undoubtedly will
some day, but so far I have been very careful -- or at least
careful enough.

Ancient creatures amass great wisdom and power. But every
intelligent creature thoroughly understands before even 1,000
years of age that life has no meaning. Then after a few million
years it is just very hard to find anything truly new, and
boredom is life's key struggle. We ancient ones lack optimism,
enthusiasm, and joy.

Fortunately we can link ourselves to creatures with fleeting
lives, creatures whose existence is so short that their zest for
living lasts through most of it. We do not harm the creatures
with such a link, we simply listen in.

Earth has been a nice place to hang out for these past few
thousand years. There is great misery, but we ignore that and
link to pleasure.

Linking directly to a child or an adolescent is tempting. The joy
and enthusiasm is unmatched. However, that can change to pain and
despair in a flash, which is as jarring for a listening alien as
for the child herself. But Eric the adult man was stable and not
given to flashes of despair, and he could ignore girls who were
in a funk and concentrate on the others.

Eric Williams' fantasies and desires regarding adolescents
coupled with the joy and freshness of the adolescents themselves
was a very satisfying combination.
 
That little strange sensation Katy had felt in her head was me,
getting her to feel good about sexual advances from a rodent. All
of the girls needed a little of that -- except Gina. Seven also
needed a little tweak to accept the sexual attentions of Eric
Williams himself. Without my protection he could have very easily
ended up in jail.

The constant satisfaction of Eric's hungers and their constant
renewal is a very satisfying combination: pleasure, union, and
transcendence.

We'll see what happens when Eric's girls head off to college.
I'll let him deal with that problem when it arises.

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