Roommate
He had been worried about having a roommate. Ty was a private mouse, but going off to school, he had to live in this dorm. And have a roommate. The roommate he got ... was a squirrel. Montana. Ty had remarked to him how that was a strange name.
"Not so strange," Montana replied. "Anyway, what kind of name is Ty?"
The mouse had shrugged. "A name," was all he replied.
Montana shrugged back.
That was their first conversation.
Ty tried to keep to himself. During his free time, he would sit at his desk. Busy himself with things, but this was a small room. You didn't have much privacy. You couldn't keep much to yourself. Ty wished for his own room. He would clench his paws and wish to go back to the countryside. This school was in the city.
"You're always so tense," Montana would observe. And would stand behind Ty as he sat as his desk. The mouse wouldn't turn his head to look at the squirrel. Nervous.
"Well," Ty shrugged. "So, I'm tense." He left it at that.
After a short while, Ty became increasingly aware of Montana's ... actions. He would sit there on his bed, which was the top bunk, and groom his tail. Slowly. Almost sensually. And it was a glorious tail. A bushy, elegant arc of chestnut-brown fur. Ty's own thin, naked tail was just ... there. It wasn't pretty. He felt rather self-conscious about it. Especially around Montana, and especially when the squirrel seemingly flaunted his tail.
When Ty showered, he dressed and dried and everything in the bathroom. And rather quickly. Bashful. When Montana showered, he would come back to the room to dress. Towel around his furry waist, letting it drop. He would stretch. Put his paws on the wall and push them gingerly upward, extending claws, arching. Flitting tail. His bare, furry form lithe and damp. From his desk, Ty would see this from the corner of his eyes, heart beating faster. He would breathe and try to ignore it, try to think nothing of it, but ... it gave him some kind of shudder. And not a bad one.
Ty could come to no other conclusion but that the squirrel was trying to seduce him. And this made him anxious. For the mouse had never been ... intimate, really, with anyone. And he didn't no how much longer he could resist it. But, with a steely resolved, he vowed not to let the squirrel get to him. He was going to hold out. He wasn't going to be melted by a pretty tail.
Montana would not let up, however. He kept chipping away at Ty's exterior, his resolve.
"You sleep with a plush," he noted.
Ty blushed. "So?"
Montana cocked his head. "Why?"
Ty frowned, looking away. "I want to. It helps me sleep."
"I think that's sweet," Montana said, and he tugged on Ty's thin tail. Ty felt a flush run through his fur.
Later that day, at night, when Ty crawled into bed, he couldn't find the plush he slept with. It was a rabbit plush. He needed it. He laid in bed for a while, staring at the bottom of the bunk above him, restless. He turned a bit. Finally, he kicked the sheets off, and he hoisted himself up onto Montana's bed, eyes falling on what he sought.
"You have my plush," he told Montana, who was awake.
Montana smiled. "I guess I do."
"I want it back," Ty said, heart pounding. Swallowing. Irritated. And tired.
"You have plenty more on your desk," Montana told him, tilting his head in the dark. "Sleep with one of them."
"I want my rabbit," he said. "Just ... just give it to me," he continued, getting flustered. He was suddenly aware that the squirrel was on all fours, moving toward him. Sitting down beside him. Ty was on his knees on the mattress. Montana hugged the rabbit plush close, eyes meeting Ty's. Daring him to take it back.
Ty reached a paw forward to snatch it, but Montana's paw was faster, closing around his wrist and yanking the mouse forward. Nose to nose. Mouth to mouth. Ty let out a surprised breath, suddenly swept up in a kiss. The squirrel, head tilted, locked him in a deep, wet kiss, and then gently broke it, putting his nose to the mouse's. Their whiskers brushing.
"Oh, I ... " Ty gulped. "Give me my, uh, my ... uh," he went.
"Give you what?" Montana whispered into the mouse's sensitive ear.
The mouse shuddered and shivered, feeling a bit weak. Suddenly ... helpless. "Just ... give it to me," he said, unsure anymore if he meant the plush or something else. Mind covered in a glorious, dizzy haze.
The squirrel dropped the rabbit plush to the sheets and pushed the mouse to his back, pinning him to the sheets in the dark. The only light coming from streetlights outside. A dim light, enough that they could make each other out. Montana soon straddled Ty's chest, leaning down to lick his nose and lips.
The mouse writhed, fighting it at first. "I don't know ... if we should be ... doing this," he gasped out.
But as the squirrel's tongue worked its way into his willingly open mouth, Ty squeaked and moaned.
"Good boy, good boy," Montana whispered into Ty's ear, kissing him gently all over, paws running down the mouse's sides, having disrobed him of anything he had been wearing. Already disrobed himself. Both of them in the fur. "You're so bloody cute," Montana told Ty, murring and breathing heavy into the mouse's fur.
Ty flushed, trying to sit up, but unable. On his back, furry chest heaving under the squirrel's weight and warmth. Then Montana slid off him, guiding him to a sit, wrapping his legs around the mouse's back. Montana, like all squirrels, was very nimble and agile, and he sat wrapped around the mouse, locked to his wet mouth. The mouse's nose flared, filled with the squirrel's scent. Taking in heated breaths. Whimpering.
"Shh," Montana whispered, stroking Ty's fur. On his head, down his back. To his rump. "I'll take care of you. Don't worry."
"Oh," Ty moaned, eyes watering. Suddenly feeling very vulnerable, but ... trusting the squirrel. Not caring anymore. Ty did want this. Had wanted it all along, possibly. He didn't know. He was a bit confused, but ... he didn't care. He wrapped his arms and paws around Montana, holding firmly, breathing in his chest-fur, mouthing him now. While the squirrel nibbled on his ears.
Ty shuddered, his ears flushing hot, blood filling them, becoming more sensitive to each nibble and touch. He squeaked in steady rhythm, squeaking between gasps of hot breath, tumbling with the squirrel into the wall, still on the mattress. Careful not to tumble the other way, lest they fall of the bunk-bed. And both having been thoroughly aroused and worked up as to have their cocks poke out of their sheaths.
Ty fumbled for that glorious squirrel tail, sniffing it, pawing it, the squirrel nibbling and sucking on the mouse's ears. The mouse continuing to squeak, the squirrel chittering as the mouse massaged his tail, Ty then slipping down, down, down, mouthing for the squirrel's member. Before even thinking, he had it. Trapped it. In his mouth. That warm, sturdy extension of the squirrel. And he ran his tongue up and down the shaft. And he trapped the head to the roof of his mouth, and kept his mouth shut, pulling, suckling. Montana chittered and arched back, claws clutching Ty's plush rabbit, squeezing and unsqueezing as he fell back, the mouse now on top of him, tasting him.
Ty continued to suck, driven only by instinct and passion now. Emotion. Fueled forward. And it wasn't long before the squirrel started to twitch about, chittering, moaning the mouse's name. And then firing his seed point-blank into Ty's muzzle, causing the mouse to cough and gasp. He hadn't expected so much, and so soon. The squirrel cock still twitching and spurting its last, the mouse slipped off, gasping, dripping and drooling saliva and seed. He felt the steaming taste in his mouth, and he closed his eyes and swallowed. Shuddering and going weak, eyes half-closed but opening fully again as he found himself pinned firmly to the sheets. In a flash.
Montana was on him, doing the same. Sucking the mouse in return, and Ty could only clutch at the squirrel's arcing tail. He buried his face into it and squeaked and squeaked, so afraid the ones in the rooms next to them would hear ... and figure out what was going on. The mouse, having already been aroused considerably, broke down extremely quickly. And squeaked and went limp, washed with burning warmth dripping from his ears. His member unloading into the squirrel. Streams of steaming seed spurting. The mouse went momentarily blind in the dark, but blinking and gasping, he struggled to a sit, slumping against the wall. Montana slumped next to him, giving him a long, wet kiss, exchanging seed and saliva and sweat.
"Oh," Ty breathed. Eyes wide in the dark, and suddenly so very young and exposed. "Oh," he breathed again, gently pawing the squirrel. Loving the squirrel.
Montana kissed him on the nose, and whispered into his ears, "Thank you."
"No, I ... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I've been so ... cold," Ty wept. He couldn't stop the tears from dripping out.
Montana cradled him. "No, it's okay. Shh. It's ... "
"Thank you," Ty whispered, sniffling.
The squirrel just held him, soothing him. The mouse breathed him in, eyes flickering to the clock. It was late. Or, rather, it was early. And he had classes tomorrow.
Montana reached over and grabbed the rabbit plush. "Here," he said, gently giving it back. "I'm sorry I took it."
"That's okay," Ty whispered, feeling a tad sheepish. He didn't move for a moment, and he put the plush down. "Can I sleep with you, if ... instead? If that's okay."
The squirrel smiled and nodded.
Ty was no longer worried about having a roommate.