Pussy Mouse

by Sterling

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, Consensual, Heterosexual, Science Fiction, Extra Sensory Perception, Zoophilia, Paranormal, First, Bestiality, Voyeurism, Caution, .

Desc: Sex Story: 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.

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.

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