Lynn's Discovery
Lynn closed the pages of yet another disappointing novel, crestfallen. Teenage romances and happy endings were all she was finding here, in her sister's old room.
She had hoped to find something intellectually stimulating in the girl's room. Having just gone off to college, Lynn hoped her sister was reading exciting hardbacks about a young mouse's travels through a foreign land, and how she found herself along the way. But so far all she had found were sappy, drippy romance novels about the 'bad-boy' and the innocent young maiden who is seduced into a life of crime until, of course, he turns over a new leaf and POOF! Everything is wonderful.
The mouse sighed, her unusually small ears dropping slightly with disappointment. Oh well. There was bound to be something here. But she wasn't going to sit in this room any longer. It was hurting her eyes.
Lynn stumbled back into her room, much less pink and frilly, with a mountain of books piled in her arms. She flipped through some with less promising titles; 'Yes, Tina' and 'Soda-Pop Romance' were obvious no-goes. But there were a few she was inclined to read, just because she'd heard the name before. 'Lilies in the Cellar,' for example, seemed very interesting. She settled back in her bed, smoothing her skirt as she did so. Not for the first time she cringed at the dull brown of her uniform's main focus colour.
It looked like this story was about coming-of-age. That's certainly interesting. And it's thought invoking. It seemed to be about a brother and sister who--
Lynn sat bolt upright in her bed. They did WHAT?! She flipped frantically through the pages. "'Oh, Theodore,' the tigress moaned, scratching her claws into her brother's fur-" and "-as he licked her ear and her fingers played across his chest sensually-" flashed up at her. This couldn't be right, though, could it?
Horrified (and yet sickly intrigued) Lynn put the book to the side and stripped off her uniform to her underwear. She wasn't going through any more of that pile tonight, she decided. It could wait until tomorrow.
But as she lay in bed that night, she discovered that while the book might not have been the intellectually stimulating classic she was hoping to uncover, it certainly was stimulating. Fourteen year old Lynn's panties grew wet as the seconds ticked by in the dark bedroom. She tossed unhappily for an hour before sitting up in frustration. "Get a hold of yourself, girl!" she scolded herself, but her tail quivered with the strain of what she had read and what she was feeling.
Lynn was a young mouse, and had never experienced eroticism quite like this before. She went to a rigid Catholic school, though neither she nor her parents were of the religion. It was simply the best one in their run down town. To keep their precious mouseling from the gutter her sister had been exposed to, they paid the highest price for an education. So Lynn dressed in pale browns and faded whites every day to school, and wasn't exposed to anything that wasn't quite right.
Until tonight, when her delicate pink panties were beginning to dampen from the juices that found their way onto the fabric.
Lynn rubbed her legs to calm herself, stroking the white fur up and down her thighs faster then slower. She quickly discovered this did nothing for what she was feeling, however. It only made the lumps on her chest, held tightly in place by a small lacy bra, swell with the heat of her longing.
In frustration she threw herself back onto the pillows. "No no no no no..." she moaned, realizing the futility of it all.
Biting her lower lip, the young mouse slipped her small hand beneath the fabric of the pink panties. She found a hot, wet jewel where her lips should have been. She gasped in shock. She hadn't expected that at all. She had hoped to find pale, coarse fuzz, soaked lips, and maybe a light peach opening. Instead, Lynn gave a shudder as her fingertips grazed the top of an extremely sensitive clit, covered in a warm, clear fluid. Realizing it was too late to turn back now, she continued to rub, touching her virginal pussy for the first time.
It was intense. Every flick of her finger sent shockwaves down her back, and she writhed beneath the sheets. Every now and then her toes would curl and she would forget where she was. She learned at the same time, however, and soon she was using the flick of her wrist to keep herself damp.
In her passion, Lynn wasn't really thinking of what she was doing or how far down her clit she was going. After ten minutes of experimentation, she found herself at a tight opening. Curious as she was, the young mouse was still apprehensive. After a moment of gathering her courage, she rubbed the outside of the hole along the edge, sending her into spasms on her pillows. She'd never felt anything as strong as that, and was eager to feel more. This time she rubbed faster and discovered if she used her middle finger to encircle her opening and her index finger to rub her clit that felt VERY good. She bit her lip once more, this time practically drawing blood from the intensity of the tear. Her eyes opened in surprise, a flash of blue, and she squeezed them shut again. She realized that she liked the pain. Almost immediately her left hand rubbed up her chest, caressing white fur, and scratched down. She had to chomp down on her lip to keep from crying out, and that was when her middle finger found its way into her.
It came as a surprise. Lynn had bucked her hips when her nails had met her skin. Her middle finger had just been in the right place at the right time. She moaned. Her tiny finger was only in up to the first joint, but it was a new feeling, and it was tight in there. She felt a gush of fluid from deep within her and gasped.
Her tail was writhing wildly, and Lynn herself was starting to lose control of her body. Her left hand had clamped onto her right breast and was squeezing involuntarily. Every now and then, she'd bring her finger up to lick one of her fingers and she's rub her chest. At this point, tiny, pink little nipples would find their way out of the savannah of downy white fur and she would rub and squeeze them.
Her right hand was still working hard, in and out, getting to to the middle joint now before pulling back. The mouseling's head thrashed about, back and forth, as she grinded into her finger.
Her body seemed to register what was going to happen before the girl did. Her wrist stiffened and she had to thrust into her finger, but that still wasn't enough. She pulled her index finger down from it's work with her clit and soon she was panting into her left hand. Her gasps weren't muffled, still, and she turned over on her stomach, pulling her panties down to her ankles. Her tail, weary of all the flailing, took on a mind of it's own. The ass, tight and round as it was, seemed a perfect target and it struck. The tip of her tail nestled its way into the warmth of her asshole and she was glad she had her face in the pillow. It stifled her gasp, and soon to follow, her orgasm.
Her climax was inevitable, but she never imagined it would feel like this. With her left hand on her chest and her right hand working inside her, hips thrusting against both her fingers and her tail, her mind didn't know what to focus on. She could feel the tightness of her body in both her fingers and tail and was blind, lost in the feeling. Her body writhed about, kicking off covers and head arching back.
When it came at last, it was like an explosion.
Her body spasmed around her, and she saw white. It was so powerful... she had no words. Her back arched back a final time and gradually she slowed. Her heart rate and breathing returned to normal.
When she pulled her digits out of herself, they were covered in a thick white fluid that smelled strongly, but not badly. Thinking that being curious had gotten her this far, she licked it off and determined that she liked the taste. She rubbed around inside herself for more. Her tail slipped out of her, limp, evidently exhausted.
Lynn gave one final sigh and smiled. She was tired and content. As she rolled over in her bed, pulling her discarded blankets up past her pink tinged little ears, she decided her sister must have known something, after all. She'd go back to retrieve the rest in the morning.
(Author's Note: This is my first story to be submitted to Yiffstar! Yay! Break out the champagne! Anyway, Lynn is actually part of a story series, but this is just a non-canon blip I did to get my writer's... er... legs? back on. She's a kinky little thing, isn't she? I hope you liked it, and expect more to come!)