Mouse Porn
Author's note: This will be the last story I put out for a bit. That's because i'm making the move across the country to California. If/When I find internet there, I'll put up some more pr0ny goodnes for your enjoyment. ^^
Because of this move and my consequent lack of a job, I'm going to need money. Therefore, if you have an idea but are a kinda bad writer, or would just like to see me write a story for you, feel free to drop me a line at [[email protected]](%5C) or visit my FA page ([www.furaffinity.com/user/pyrostinger](%5C)) and note me. We can discuss price or whatever.
That being said... enjoy the mouse porn.
Mouse Porn
By pyrostinger
Emma sighed softly. Canines were supposed to have really long tongues, right? Yet, the German Shepherd between her brown mousey legs was just not doing it for her. Sure, his tongue was long... but the way he used it... she could swear that this idiot was just painting her pussy with his spit, not even going in. Okay, now he went in, but... there just... it just... wasn't any good. It wasn't enough. All he really had was enthusiasm, and it was a little misguided. Not only that, Emma had actually sighed, and the dog hadn't even heard, too engrossed in his task to notice her indifference.
Finally, she just couldn't take it anymore. Gently tapping him on the head, she got his attention, and smiled apologetically at him. "Sorry, hun, but I'm just not feeling it tonight. I think you should go." The shepherd - she had really forgotten his name, which was probably a bad sign, for him, anyway - tilted his head in that cute way that dogs do sometimes, but his ears eventually lowered. Emma noticed that the only liquid on his face was his own saliva. She tried not to shudder.
"Um... okay," he said, and finally got dressed. He looked back at her hopefully before leaving. "Um... should I call you later or something?"
"I don't think so," the mouse said, folding her legs inward and hiding her sex with her paws.
Nodding slowly, he spoke again. "Oh, well... see ya." With that, the dog finally left the room. Sighing again, Emma flopped backward, her thin tail whipping from side to side in her mild irritation. She could hear him leaving the apartment, no doubt sulking heavily. The mouse really didn't want to burst his bubble like that, but there was just really no point to continuing this farce of a date. It was very rare that the male who was bad with his tongue was good with his dick, Emma had learned.
Making a face, Emma rolled over, heading off to the bathroom to clean up, and then going back into the room to look for her panties. Yeah, he was bad, but she still didn't like rejecting males like that, after they had worked so hard to get to her apartment. The other day, a fox had burst into tears while he was inside her. She had no idea what to do, and he kept crying, even as he pounded away. Needless to say, the mouse was hard pressed to get back into the mood with a sobbing vulpine over her. The fox later admitted that it happened whenever he had sex, and had no idea how to turn it off, which nearly started him crying again. Honestly, Emma couldn't figure out how she attracted such guys.
Leaving the room with her bathrobe on, but open, she knocked gently on her roommate's door. "You can come out, now," she called before making her way over to the small kitchen, starting to fix herself some tea. The mouse heard the door open, and her roommate, a male white rat, scratch himself on his hips as he yawned, exiting his room. "You want some tea?" she called out to Vince.
"Ugh... yeah, sure. Whatever you're havin', I don't care what kind." Vince was a sweetie, and really, Emma was just sad that he was gay. He was shirtless right now, but definitely attractive. He probably could have been a decent lay too, judging by moans she heard from his room whenever he took somebody home.
When the tea was ready, Emma poured a couple of mugs and brought one to the rat on the couch, who had the TV on, sitting down next to him. She wrinkled her nose a bit as his scent came to her. "You sure do paw a lot, Vince."
Vince grinned at the mouse. "I like porn," he said carelessly, picking up his mug with a nod of thanks.
Emma shook her head a bit, smirking back at him. "But why? It's not like you don't get laid enough."
"Eh," the rat shrugged, most of his attention on the TV. "It's a lotta work to get somebody in the bed. With porn, all you gotta do is watch it and paw. You're good."
Emma giggled. "I guess it's not that you're lacking for sex, it's just that you're a horny bastard, huh?"
"Somethin' like that," he told her, leaning back against the couch. He finally looked over at her, his eyes flicking downward. "What happened to dog boy? He didn't get you wet enough?"
An advantage of rooming with a gay guy was that you could talk about your love life without fear of jealousy, or any awkwardness if the guy tries to move from roommates to more-than-roommates. Emma shook her head, fanning herself with the open robe. "He definitely didn't have a problem with licking pussy... he was just bad at it, really. That, and I couldn't get into it, either." She sighed then looked over at Vince. "I don't know how I keep finding guys that just suck in some way, no offence."
The rat grinned. "None taken. At least this one didn't start bawlin' on you."
Emma cringed. "Ugh, don't remind me..."
"When I heard him burst into tears from my room, I thought he had hurt you or something," Vince said, laughing. "Where do you find these guys?"
"I dunno," the mouse said, taking another sip of her tea. "Everywhere, almost. Crybaby I met at the gym. Not the one downstairs, but the one up the street? That one. This one just now I found at the bar. They seem nice enough... it's just that at some point, without fail, things just seem to... fall apart." Emma looked from the TV and at Vince, changing the subject. "So what kinda porn do you like?"
"Ones with guys in it," he shot back, grinning. Emma giggled.
"No, no, I'm serious! C'mon. Seriously, what kinda porn do you like? I mean... do you have a preference in species or what?" The mouse pulled her legs up onto the couch, her arms closing around them.
Vince got up and went around the couch to the kitchen. "I'm gonna make some popcorn, you want any?" he asked her.
Emma pouted. "Oh, c'mon, Vince, don't change the subject like that!"
"What? I'm a male of the baser urges," he replied, flicking on the light. He started to shuffle around in the cabinet. "You want kettle corn or... what is this? Kettle corn or extra butter?"
"I wanna say kettle corn, but the extra butter stuff has been lying around for a while..."
"Extra butter it is," he said dynamically, pulling a bag from the cabinet and unwrapping it.
Emma turned around and leaned over the back of the couch, her robe still open as she watched Vince prepare the popcorn, her tail swaying gently behind her. "So what 'baser urges' are these, anyway?"
"Eat, sleep, fuck," the rat said, giving a bit of a toothy grin to her as he shut the door of the microwave, setting the time.
The mouse rolled her eyes. Vince snickered, half turning to the microwave, leaning against the countertop. Again, Emma was a little saddened that Vince was gay. Yeah, he had a tiny bit of femininity to him (he often went shopping with her and was really good at helping her pick out clothes), but otherwise he was all male. He wasn't overly bulky, having a streamlined appearance to him that she saw him refine in the gym downstairs. He was nice, he was funny, hell, he was even a rodent. If ever Emma got an urge to have a baby, well... but that was wishful thinking, as well as a bit away. There was a career to advance for now. "You never did answer my question, Vince," she told him.
The rat's eyes flicked towards the mouse. "Hm?"
"About the kinda porn you like?"
The rat pursed his lips. "You know..."
"Yes?" said Emma eagerly.
"I think I know why you keep bringin' home guys that suck."
"Viiiiiiiiiiiiiince!" the mouse whined. There was the sound of popping corn from the microwave. Emma sighed and laid her head on the back of the couch. She looked back up at him after a moment. "Stop doing that!"
"Stop doin' what?" he returned, his face all innocence.
She glared daggers at him. "You're lucky I don't have anything to throw at you," she spat.
He shrugged then blithely continued on. "I think it's because you feel pity for these guys rather than actual attraction." Emma's scowl lessened, listening now. "I mean, how many guys in the last... oh say, month, have you brought home that you pitied instead of actually liked?"
Pop, pop, pop.
Emma blinked. There was Can't-Eat-Pussy-To-Save-His-Life tonight, Fish Lips last week, Pushover a couple weeks before that...
"All of 'em, right?" Vince said, smirking. The mouse nodded slowly. "Kinda seems to me like if the guy has some kinda cute pratfall, all of a sudden he's cute enough for you to drag home and try to lay. And then, horror of horrors, he's bad at it, and there ain't enough redeemin' factors to teach 'im."
The mouse frowned again. "Well, it's not--"
"It's not?" The microwave beeped, announcing that time was up while the bag popped a few more times. Vince pulled out the bag and got out a large bowl, pouring the popcorn into it. His words hung in the air for a while as Emma puzzled out what he meant.
"I swear," the rat went on, "some of these guys are so pathetic, you bring 'em home for me to make fun of 'em after you kick 'em out." He threw a couple of pieces of popcorn into his mouth, one dropping to the floor. Muttering a small curse, Vince threw it out, plopping himself down on the couch.
It was here that something enormous occurred to Emma. What if he was right? What if she was sabotaging her dates just so she could talk to Vince about her failing love life?
What if, during the course of their living together, Emma had developed a crush on Vince?
"Anyway," Vince said through a mouthful of popcorn, setting the bowl down on the coffee table. He took a moment to chew and swallow. "You wanted to know what porn I prefer, right?"
It took Emma a little while to react, but once she realized what he said, she seized on it. "What? Oh, yeah, sure... waitasecond, yes! Yes, of course I do! Out with it already!" She'd think about her love life suicide later.
Vince leaned forward, grinning softly. Thinking back, the mouse might remember that he seemed to have a little bit of a nervous air to his grin. "I'll do you one better: I'll show it to you."
She thought about this for a moment. She'd been raised in a household where her parents had absolutely forbidden any form of pornography, up to and including dildos. While she lived there, she made it a point to have a small collection. Emma grinned. "Bring it on, Vince," she told him.
"You got it," he replied, and went off toward his room. Another odd thing that she noticed more immediately was that Vince's normally lifeless tail was twitching at its tip. Emma shrugged it off, smiling eagerly as the rat came back out holding a CD case. "Downloaded it off the net and burned it on a DVD, because the previews before porn kinda suck."
"Well, hurry up and put it in already!" Emma squealed in her excitement, tugging the popcorn bowl to her and giggling at her unintentional pun. She threw a couple pieces in her mouth and chomped down on them with relish.
Vince chuckled, but softly, somewhat nervously, and most definitely not seizing on it like the rat normally would have. Emma frowned, wondering what was so significant about porn that Vince kept quiet about. "Vince? You alright?"
"Yeah," he said quickly, a menu popping up on screen. He adjusted the volume with one remote then pressed play with the other, sitting down beside Emma. "Just fine." Now that she had acquired an eye for it, the mouse noticed also that Vince was sitting differently. Gone was the way he sorta threw himself into the seat, now he was sitting in a guarded, almost nervous way. What's going on here?
"Vince, is there something about this porn that I should know about?" Emma asked cautiously, flicking her eyes from the rat to the screen. The TV went from black to a title screen in white block letters: "Sewer Dreams".
Vince laid his tail across his waist. "Ah... I think that everything will be clear once you see it."
The mouse blinked. When the hell did Vince start pronouncing "g's" at the ends of words? She was about to say something, and then decided against it. A mouse was seen onscreen, naked, but staring out at the world from the inside of a grate, watching various other furs walk by. "There isn't any bondage or anything weird like--"
"No," the rat spoke up quickly, "no bondage, or anything like that, no... I'm not really that kind of guy." Vince was really starting to unnerve Emma, what with his suddenly proper way of speaking, and his inability to notice she was hogging the popcorn. His eyes were intently on the screen as a rat, male, came up behind the mouse and hugged him, the two starting a conversation. She wasn't paying attention to the dialogue; she just saw the rat start to fondle the mouse, which lapsed into a blowjob, then some eventual male-on-male sex. Emma had to admit that it was mildly arousing. What occupied most of her attention was Vince, who she stared at out of her peripheral vision. He kept looking at her.
This was about when the female mouse appeared onscreen.
Okay, Emma thought, this femme must be here to move on the story, however thin it was. Porns were never famous for their story, anyway. A little odd that gay porn had a girl in it, but whatever. And then, the gray-furred female started to make out with the male mouse from before. The same one she had just seen take a rat cock up his tail hole. Still, Emma shrugged this off mentally. Again, must be for story purposes.
Then clothes started coming off. The mouse was fondling the female's breasts.
What shocked Emma wasn't so much that the porn was a bisexual one, but more that Vince, who she openly stared at now, had his paw in his pants.
The two on the screen got it on without interruption.
"I can only really paw to this particular one," Vince spoke up after a while. He wasn't looking at her yet. "And only recently, really. It's just, um, I, uh... like mice," he finished lamely. He looked at her with a semi-apologetic expression on his face, his eyes telling a somewhat different story.
Is this going where I think it's going to go? Emma thought frantically, her heart starting to flutter.
"Now, I know what you're thinking," the rat went on, his paw stubbornly in his pants. No you don't, countered Emma in her head. "'Why is a gay rat watching bisexual porn,' right?"
Okay, maybe he knows something of what I'm thinking, Emma thought.
"It's just that... after living with you for a while--" Oh, shit. "--I've begun to realize that... well..." Vince began to fiddle with his tail tip with both paws. One, Emma couldn't help but notice, was a little messy. Oh, SHIT. "Let me put it this way: when you moved in with me, I thought you were pretty. After living with you for a while... I've come to see that you're beautiful." Clearing his throat, the rat turned to look at Emma, a hopeful expression on his face, despite Emma's mouth fallen open.
Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit went Emma's mind in a constant stream.
On the screen, the rat and the female mouse had met up for some reason, and they were starting to have sex.
On the couch, Emma's mouth still hung open. Somewhere, her mind screamed at her to do something. She lifted some popcorn to her mouth and ate it.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
"Um," began Vince, and then fell silent again. The only noises to be heard was the moans and groans from the TV and the soft munching from the mouse's mouth.
Do something! Anything!
"Ta-da..." said the rat lamely. The sight of Vince's member, hard and glistening, was enough to snap Emma out of her reverie.
The mouse jolted, swallowed, then put the bowl down, making a face. "Vince! What'd you go and do that for?"
"Uh, sorry, sorry," Vince said, clearing his throat. In the lighting it was hard to see his face, but she was sure that he was blushing real hard right now. "I just... um... I've never, um... and... well, we're watching a porn, so..."
"Here's how you're supposed to do it," Emma said, moving forward. The rat sputtered for the second it took for the mouse to cross the distance between them, and then finally shut up when she kissed him full on the mouth.
Vince is a pretty good kisser, one part of Emma reflected. What the hell am I doing, another bit of her cried out. That part was quickly silenced, despite its many protests about how her roomie was gay, if she hadn't noticed and that this was wrong somehow. Most of her was getting into the moment, pushing herself against Vince, her robe falling open. The mouse ended up with her body against Vince's, feeling the rat's warmth suffuse through her as the kiss slowly came to a close.
There was a moment of awkward and embarrassed silence while the two started at each other, many thoughts running through their minds. Chief among were of the "Oh, my gods, I can't believe we just did that" variety. Emma was intensely aware of the throbbing shaft poking into her.
"Mmm, how do you like that?" came a voice from the TV that nobody was watching.
"You taste like popcorn," Vince managed to say.
"Oh... well, I just had some," the mouse replied.
"I know," said the rat as he kissed her again.
After another, somewhat slower kiss, they surfaced again, breathing hard at each other. "Just want you to know that... I'm outta practice with femmes," he warned.
"I'll teach you," gasped the mouse, placing her paws on either side of his face and yanking him into a kiss. She let out a small squeak as she felt Vince's paw slide over and grab her rump, and then pulled out of the kiss long enough to say, "I don't think you have too much to learn."
During the last kiss, Emma had shifted herself slightly higher on Vince's body, so that when it ended, her breasts were about level with his face. She clutched his head, tugging him to her, and ended up with a cautiously licked area between her breasts. Letting out a squeak that could have been mistaken for a short, high-pitched growl, the mouse pulled the rat's head back to glare at him.
Vince, however, was fairly quick. "Ain't I supposed to--?"
"YES!"
"Okay," he said. Before she could pull him in again, he braced a paw against her shoulder, and slurped over her nipple. It was sloppy, but it was enough to draw a moan from the suddenly heated Emma, who finally got the message to stop cramming him into her body. Vince slurped again, lapping over her furry tit, then bit into the nipple, drawing a squeak.
"Too hard!" Emma told him.
"Sorry, sorry..." The bite was replaced by tongue, which pressed against her, rolling her nipple around a bit. When teeth came into play again, it was a much softer nibble.
He learned fast.
He learned also that a paw was as good as a mouth in a pinch, only less messy. He grabbed and groped the breast he had left, the other being pulled into his mouth and sucked on, encouraged on by the mouse's steady groans and soft squeaks. His free paw roaming down below, the rat encountered her panties, and decided to circumvent them, finger slipping under the sopping fabric to touch lightly at her bare sex.
Emma approved.
Emma approved more and louder when Vince decided to tug at one breast with his teeth (lightly, of course), roll a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and pump her with two fingers. She approved so much, her entire body got into the approval process, clutching his ears and grinding her hips against his fingers.
Although the rat was relatively new to females, there were still certain things that Vince had to know were universal. For example, the heated gaze that Emma threw him clearly stated, in no uncertain terms, "fuck me or finish me." She had no idea what it was about the whole situation, but it had turned her on so much that she could have sworn she had sprung a leak. For the same reason, she also didn't care much about the whole "why" bit, either.
Vince chose the former. This meant that he was chittered at angrily for the brief moment that there was nothing inside the mouse's body, dimly aware of her panties being shifted to the side, only to have his decision greeted with a silence that spoke volumes of her delight. As the rat's heated shaft slipped through her depths, Emma briefly wondered if he was a bottom or a top. That thought was quickly beaten up by this one: "So long that he can fuck, does it matter?"
The tiny part of Emma's brain that wasn't completely consumed by pleasure as Vince began to pound away at her considered this. Then it saw the party that all the other areas of the mind were at, thrown by the mouse's libido. Then it shrugged and took the rest of the night off to join in. It was either that or be subjected to the libido's bullying, which had already jumped various parts of Emma's mind in order for them to shut up already.
Physically, Emma wasn't doing much. The mouse was mostly holding on as tightly as she could, her mouth hanging slightly open in a way that wasn't 100% sexy, but nothing coming out of it. Vince began to slow down, upon which Emma immediately looked at him. Her gaze said this: "You'd better have a damn good reason for stopping right now, because if you don't, I'm going to castrate you." Or began to, anyway. She got about as far as "You'd better" while Vince relocated his paws on her rear end, and the rest of the threat was lost as he squeezed, dragging another moan from her. Her mind finally shut down again as the rat resumed his quick and hard thrusts and went back to the party, Emma's libido standing in the corner and cracking its knuckles ominously to make sure all the other parts got the message.
The rat began to nibble harder at Emma's nipple, but this time the mouse was too far gone to care, the pain she felt enhancing the roil of pleasure starting to bubble over in her body. The mouse's arms began to wrap around Vince's head harder, her body grinding into his every stroke with as much ferocity as a mouse can muster, which is quite a lot. She could also feel Vince's hardened prick throbbing deep inside her, vaguely able to tell that he was close as well, perhaps closer.
With a small, quiet squeak, Emma went over, bursting as her pussy began to contract hard around Vince's ratpole. For his part, and probably due to his earlier masturbatory exercises, the rat managed a few more thrusts into the mouse's tightening channel before letting lose his own squeak, spurts of warm seed flowing upward into her body. The air was filled with pants and the heavy scent of a good romp.
Emma's body finally relaxed, her mouth open to take in as much air as possible while she recovered. Vince appeared to be similarly spent, his breaths brushing past her ear. The porn had long since stopped and returned to the menu screen without anybody noticing or caring. There was just one small... well, that wasn't fair. There was one humon--no, that's not right, either.
There was just one, moderately large sized problem.
"Vince?"
"Yeah, Emma?"
"About how many times a day do you paw off?"
Vince thought about this for a moment, and then smirked as he got the actual question.