the milf and I
My name is greg, i'm a nice person, about 5'3 brown with white belly and a long thin tail i'm a field mouse. my age is 17 my friend pete is a skunk, about my height if a bit taller, about 5'5 same age black with the white stripe going down his back.
Meeting an A(SM)rtist [Commission]
Carrow's fine." the brown field-mouse's smile was a practised, but warm one. their client's was far more genuine. the relief was palpable on the macaw's face. "okay!" he said. "thank you carrow. can we set up the next appointment?"
The tragic tale of Bunny Fufu.
Little bunny fufu was running through the forest scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head.
Redwall: A Family Matter
**Redwall: A Family Matter** It was getting late when Mattimeo returned home after a day spent with his friends around Redwall Abbey, his blue-coloured habit covered in dirt and grass stains. Evidently he'd been roughhousing that day. His parents...
In Muffet's Web
That soft hiss led her words deeper and deeper into his head, and the little field mouse groaned under his breath.
Michael and Amanda, Chapter 22
But, i'm married to a field mouse and i'm very happy with her." "what i mean, mr. maus is that, by having negative feelings about who someone loves, it reflects badly on you.
Rule 34: Little Bunny Foo Foo
The next day, foo foo was hopping along, when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a field mouse. before he knew what he was doing, he'd chased the little field mouse down, scooped her up, and went bop! right on her head!
Baby Burrow
Asked the field mouse, grabbing a paper bag he had thoughtfully stashed by the couch in case the bunny had another of his rather frequent panic attacks. "here, breathe into this."
Reflection of the Cat
The feline sundered downward upon the puny field-mouse, claws shredding into the furry sheath, a spurt of refreshing crimson bliss.
"Mouse Trap"
Pulling gently, he would extract the field mouse, it's fur matted and soaked with vaginal fluid, holding the critter by it's tail as it dangled before him.
A Little Wager
The field mouse's ears tinted red and his eyes widened as relief washed over him.
Beyond Faith
His escort was a jerboa perhaps, or some other type of field mouse with a long thin tail tipped at the end with a brush. his fur was mostly cream with darker tongs here and there.