Waiting for Thunder
His whiskers twitched. "i'm weak," was his final statement. "you are not weak." emerson, not responding to that, turned his head a bit, nose sniffing. sniff-twitching.
1.2 - Under Electric Moon
The mouse flushed, tugging at his own whiskers, unconsciously grooming them with his paws (licking his paws with his tongue, and then swiping at his whiskers). an animal habit. "i always thought that was adorable ... " the mouse stopped. blushing.
Driven to Thirst
Scratching ever-so-lightly, and raising her head a bit, her whiskers doing a singular twitch and her ears waggling as he, finally, began his suckling. "oh," she sighed.
In the Meanwhile
Little drops of liquid glistened on his clear whiskers, which twitched, twitched, pussy-juice raining off. the snow rabbit writhed, now, mewing, antennae-ears waggling.
Pure-Bred
whiskers twitching, and nose sniffing, and his long, pink tail snaking with utmost silence.
Adorned
His whiskers tangling with hers in that dainty, brushing way. that lovely way. there were few feelings more simple and pure than your whiskers brushing your mate's. was there anything? seriously? his whiskers. hers. his twitching. hers not.
Cheese Tariffs
Her whiskers gave a singular twitch. "but that doesn't mean they won't bat ya 'round. they don't need a reason, y'know." "i know all o' that, an' i why i'm here," deering replied, in a soft, delicate voice, whiskers still twitching.
Royal Gala
Their whiskers. tangling. and he kissed at ... at. the corners. of her whiskered maw. her head beginning to drift ... ... and, soon, he was nibbling at her neck.
Sealing the Tide
With steady paws—claws carefully retracted, whiskers trembling—she mixed the enema she called “sealing the tide.”
Fruitful
A shiver, whisker twitching. "oh ... " he was in. he was peeking, poking in. the tip of his five-inch, circumcised mouse-hood. it was in, and he sank further. his hips moving. like a knife through butter.
Not Even the Lightning Bugs
"yes," was the sighing response, with more whisker-twitches of consternation. he met her gaze. whiskers twitching, twitching, as a rodent's whiskers were prone to do. even in sleep, even in repose, his nose and whiskers were ever-active.
Buttons
A soft sigh from him, whiskers twitch-twitching. twitching. her own whiskers twitched, as well. maybe a bit less frenetically. maybe. it was close. mouse-whiskers and rat-whiskers, regardless, were active things. and her nose sniffed at him.