Chapter 7

The mountains were still a long way off, and would not be reached that night. Uesstii knew this. The hike was already gruelling enough, and she could tell it was effecting Faylo, and herself, but she tried desperately to look strong in front of her mate. She was hopelessly stubborn, even after confessing her feelings about everything, and the fight with the Baluyuntungaroo hurt her more than she let on. She could feel the pain, worse now than before, in her ribs, her arms, and her legs.

Uesstii had hoped they would be far away from the marsh, and the Baluyuntungaroo, and closer to the mountains before dark, but it was not meant to be. The sun was low in the sky and shadows were beginning to lengthen. It got cold fast, and Faylo was a shaking, shivering mess.

‘It’s cold.’ Faylo sniffled.

‘I know.’

‘Can we stop?’

Uesstii wiggled her whiskers, looked to Faylo’s pleading, golden eyes, and his shivering body, and relented. It was an easy choice. She was exhausted and sore, and he was no better. She would do them no good to march them till dusk. The clearing they were in was out of the wind, but not suitable for a camp. It was far too exposed.

‘Do you trust me?’

‘Yes.’ Faylo said, without hesitation.

‘You were quick to say that.’

‘For you, my dear, I would trust my very life.’

‘Romantic as always.’ Uesstii gave him a sweet smile. ‘You know how you mated a squirrel?’ She asked.

Faylo gave her a very puzzled look. ‘Yes? You’re standing right there.’

‘And you know what squirrels do, right?’

Faylo’s eyes widened as realization dawned on him. ‘You... climb trees.’

Uesstii gave him a wicked grin. ‘Yes.’

There was a tight grove of spruce trees growing around them, tall, exceptionally large, healthy and blue. Uesstii could see many branches together nearest the top, perfect for a camp. She pointed to it with a claw.

‘Up there.’ Uesstii said. ‘Far from danger.’

‘Do you think we’ll be bothered down here?’

‘There’s always a chance.’

Faylo looked up and swallowed nervously. ‘What if I fall?’

‘You won’t.’ Uesstii squeezed his paw. ‘I will hold you all night.’

The thought of being safe in her arms warmed him up. She was strong, reliable, and so confident. He so very much loved being in her arms.

‘I would have expected that regardless.’ Faylo mumbled.

Uesstii pinched his cheek. ‘Grumpy mouse.’ She snickered.

‘Ow!’ Faylo rubbed his cheek.

‘So dramatic.’

‘I’m not the one that pinched me!’

‘Oh?’ Uesstii rubbed him between the ears. ‘Are you going to do something about it?’

‘I might.’ Faylo growled.

Uesstii exhaled hotly through her nose. Her heart was racing. She felt hot, wiggled in place, and her breath vaporized in the chilly spring air, but the chill was enough to snap her back to reality and assess the situation.

‘We can leave what we don’t need down here.’

‘What of fire and food?’

‘We can do that before we go up.’

Faylo sighed and relented. The clearing had a perfect spot to build a fire, and soon Uesstii had one going, and Faylo began to cook. She insisted on helping him, of course, as she still felt the need to prove herself, and he accepted. He made cakes out of cornmeal and flour, a pinch of salt and sugar, and left them to bake on a stone near the fire. Uesstii was very familiar with the recipe and preferred to have hers baked right on the coals.

The sun began to set, far quicker than Faylo had anticipated, and he realized, as the shadows lengthened around him, that the clearing did not feel safe. Something in the back of his mind rose his fur, and Uesstii felt his rising fear. This was not like the river bank near his home. This part of the forest was wild and untamed. He was slowly warming up to the idea of sleeping in that tree.

‘If we had more cover.’ Uesstii said, past mouthfuls of food. ‘We could stay down here, huddle around a fire, and sleep in peace.’ She swallowed her food and took a drink of water. ‘A nice hole down here would do us good, better in some ways, but a squirrel is at home in the trees.’

Faylo nibbled at his cake. ‘I’m starting to realize why you want to be in the tree.’

‘Yeah?’

‘I feel exposed down here.’ Faylo looked to the shadowy woods. ‘Like something is watching us. Waiting.’

Uesstii wiggled her nose, and in a burst of paranoia, she looked around as he did. ‘We are rather out in the open here. I hope to be off the ground before dark, in any case.’

‘I have climbed a few trees, but never that high up.’

‘I’ll stay close. I don’t think you would die from a fall that high, but it wouldn’t feel very good.’

Faylo grimaced. ‘I’d rather not chance that.’

‘I took a fall once.’ Uesstii tore ravenously into another cake, chewed with squirrel enthusiasm, and swallowed. ‘When I was young and experiencing my first squirrel madness.’

‘Squirrel madness?’

‘It comes with the heat. We squirrels get rowdy.’

‘That sounds horrifying.’

Uesstii rolled her eyes. ‘You won’t complain when all that energy gets redirected to kissing you.’

‘So it’s double heat? Gonna kiss me to death?’

‘No, no, well... Maybe? We get really manic, excited, and quick minded and footed. It happens near the end of our heat, mine is yet to come, and you’ll have to deal with it.’

‘Whatever shall I do.’ Faylo squeaked, with a hint of sarcasm. ‘I’ll have to keep you still.’

Uesstii gave him a smirk. ‘I know a few ways you could keep me occupied.’

‘I’ll have to, less you fall from another tree.’

‘I only did that once!’ Uesstii squeaked. ‘I missed the last branch and fell several hundred feet. Smack! I hit the ground so hard I broke several bones and a large boulder.’

‘How could you possibly survive such a fall?’

‘You’re more durable than you realize, squeaks.’

‘You mean squirrels are. You’re a force of nature!’

‘I wasn’t feeling great after! It’s not like I tanked it, well, I could now, but you know.’

‘What do you mean, now?’

Uesstii smirked. ‘I am far stronger than when I was a pup.’

Faylo wiggled his nose. ‘And that means, what, you can fall from great heights now?’

‘Far greater than you might think. Us squirrels spend a lot of time at the tops of trees. We ought to be able to take a fall.’

‘I’d rather you not fall.’ Faylo squeaked.

Uesstii pulled him into a tight hug. ‘You’re such a sweetheart, mousie.’

‘You’re, ah! S-squishing me again!’ Faylo wiggled, but gave up almost immediately when she squeezed even tighter. ‘At least take your armour off first!’ He pleaded.

‘Trying to get me naked, squeaks?’ Uesstii teased. ‘You don’t have to ask.’ She said, so low and sultry, it made him wiggle. ‘Just take it off yourself. What good wife would say no to their husband?’

Faylo heated up! He was a blushing mess, and when she nuzzled him, she felt those hot cheeks of his. The thought of undressing her himself was an immediate jolt to his libido. He felt a rush of desire and his cock was just as quick to wake up; and, of course, Uesstii saw it.

‘You’re so easy to tease!’ Uesstii giggled.

‘I’m a mouse!’ Faylo huffed. ‘Of course it’s easy.’

‘Such a handsome,’ Uesstii kissed him on the cheek. ‘Beautiful.’ Another kiss. ‘Alluring mouse...’ She kissed him on the whiskers, nearest his lips, and he melted into those kisses, mumbling something about being a knight among all of those listed qualities. ‘Yes, of course, my little knight.’ She whispered in his ear.

Faylo shivered at the warm touch of her breath. ‘I’m not little.’ he insisted.

Uesstii giggled and gently placed a paw on his cock. ‘Not little at all...’

It was true. Faylo was exceptionally well endowed for a mouse. Uesstii could not compare him properly to the size of a male squirrel, but she knew he was a rival. It stood proudly, steamed in the cold air, and dribbled with intense excitement. Faylo squeaked, wiggled, and his cock jumped. He was panting now, worked up and needy.

Uesstii pulled on his cock and let it bounce back into place. ‘You’re going to hit every branch on the way up with that thing.’ She laughed.

Faylo blushed! ‘Whose fault is that?’

Uesstii kissed his cheek, and made an effort to squish his face against her cuirass again. ‘Mine.’

Faylo growled, resisted the pull, and wiggled out of her arms. He looked to her, and she to him, and she stuck her tongue out at him, as if daring him to do something about it. Do something, he did! He reached a paw towards the straps that kept her armour tight. His heart was racing! He resisted the urge to ask for permission, to look to her to see if it was okay. He wanted this. She wanted this. He resolved himself quickly, and with a sharp tug of his paw, the strap came loose.

That small act, so meek and meagre, was enough to jolt Uesstii's heart. She chuffed, a squeaky, lust filled noise, like a bark, but it was short, heated, and barely audible to Faylo. He kept going, driven by a desire that would not be so easily quenched. The amour came off, her breasts bounced under her filthy, sweat soaked shirt, and he tossed it away with little care. She was dirty, but there was no bath to be had, for either of them, and neither rodent cared. This was a primal, animalistic lust, ancient and powerful, and transcended their civilized minds.

Uesstii’s shirt came off next. Those breasts, a fair size for a red squirrel, bounced freely in the cold air. Oh, how he loved those tits! He looked at them with the same hunger a new born pup would have, and without even asking, he reached a paw to squeeze at them, possessively, as if he suddenly realized that these are his, all his, and that thought alone was enough to make his cock twitch. She squeaked when he did, stifled a moan with a paw, and let him do as he wished. He wanted more, and he intended to have it.

Faylo reached behind her, his face between her breasts, and untied her loincloth. It fell to her ankles and she kicked it away, as if the thing was offensive to both of them. He sniffed her fur as she did, her sweet scent, sweaty and salty, and of heat, and he loved every moment of it. Uesstii would not be the only naked rodent for long. She was busy removing his own armour, his shirt, and finally his loincloth, and there they stood, embraced, naked and alone together, with the entire night ahead of them. He was eager to have her, and she felt it, his cock between her thighs and the way he practically humped against her, but he was much too short to reach her pussy properly.

Uesstii was out of breath! She was a panting mess, and her pussy drooled with arousal, and it slathered his cock as it did, and he felt that! That warmth, and he whimpered, a pathetic sound, but it was so cute, and he was so needy! She giggled and kissed him between the ears.

‘I want you...’ Faylo huffed. ‘I want you so bad.’

‘You’ll have me, my sweet mouse.’

‘Now.’ Faylo growled.

‘You think you can take me?’ Uesstii growled playfully.

‘Yes.’

‘Prove it!’

Uesstii pushed him away from her and she bolted away, up the tree she went, her tail a frenzy behind her, and she was barking like a pup, so excited and free! She turned around expertly on the trunk and looked to the bewildered mouse. Those silver eyes, so full of fire and youth. Such a mischievous soul, she was, for she hung from a branch and spread her legs for him, showing off her heated pussy, and she stuck her tongue out at him again, and that riled him up, and he chased her! She squeaked! And made for the higher branches. He was not a fast climber, and he was slower the higher he went, and he would not look down, never.

Branch to branch Faylo went, and as he did, his long, dexterous toes curled and clawed, and his paws clung with growing skill. She always kept within reach of him, teasingly so, chittering, barking, teasing him! Then, she disappeared among the highest branches of the tree, and before he could see her again, he could hear her. She was singing, a song so sweet and calm, and with it came magic he had never felt before.

Under a blanket of stars

Upside down and far away

To the door of your dreams

where you will find your way

Faylo poked his head through the thick boughs. Magic flowed, swirled, and glowed, and from her paws it came, and she had them pressed together as she sang. The branches glowed a soft green, and the tree seemed to come to life, and all around him the branches began to move, vines grew, and flowers bloomed. Those same flowers, petals as white as soon, glowed warmly, lit up the darkness, and grew with the vines. As Uesstii sang, the branches twisted, the vines wrapped around them, made a sphere of vine and bough, and inside was a soft bed of flowers, and those same flowers grew from the ceiling, bathing the nest in soft light.

‘What magic was that?’ Faylo asked.

Uesstii let out a breath she had been holding and looked to Faylo with her soft, silver eyes.‘Nature magic.’ she said.

‘It was beautiful.’

‘Thank you.’

Faylo pulled himself up, teetered on the branches, but found good footing quickly, and made his way to Uesstii. He had done well to keep up and follow her to the top of the tree. Normally, a male squirrel would be fast and aggressive, and chase the female to capture her. He would mate her in the branches, and they would be wed by the grace of nature, and a proper wedding would be had much later. She knew this, thought of it daily, how he would be able to uphold such a tradition, but it worked, and now, here he was eyeing her with eager hunger.

‘Nowhere left to run.’ Faylo snickered.

Uesstii’s heart was racing! Her tail flicked, and she huffed and squeaked, breath vaporizing, and then, finally, he caught her in a hug! She made no move avoid him this time. He earned his bride.

Uesstii huffed and returned the hug. ‘I would never run from you.’

Faylo nuzzled his face between her boobs, took in her scent again, and his cock began to stiffen between her thighs.

‘You smell so good...’ Faylo whispered into her chest fluff.

Uesstii kissed him between his ears. ‘Eager mouse.’ She teased.

Faylo was set on proving how eager. His paws roamed her fluffy back, down to that tail, where he grabbed it at the base and squeezed! She barked! And before she could protest, she felt his paw squeeze her ass. Every touch from him poured fuel on her heat. It was electrifying. Just as his scent was. She could smell his arousal, that heavy mousie musk. It wafted and steamed in the cold air, tingled her nose, and she sighed dreamily.

‘I’m going to make you my wife.’ Faylo growled.

Uesstii squeaked! She huffed hotly, wiggled against him, a trembling mess of growing pleasure and uncontrollable need. She had no words. She was wet, agonizingly so, and Faylo could feel the heat of her cunt against his shaft, and the slick wetness that drooled from her. He traced his paw through her belly fur, down to her crotch fur, a mess of fiery red pubic hair. His heart was racing! That heat he so desired was close to his paw, and she made no move to stop him, or to berate him; and when he felt those pouty, heat swollen lips, she squeaked! And held him tighter, and her hips bucked against his paw.

Faylo held his paw to her cunt. She was so hot and wet. The poor girl was suffering through a particular hard heat. He squished her pussy between his thumb and index finger. She chittered and barked! But he silenced her quickly by dragging a digit between her soft, pink folds. That calmed her down considerably. She melted against him, a moaning, panting mess. He brought his honey soaked paw to his nose and inhaled her scent, rather lewdly. That smell! That glorious smell! He sniffed her and that wafting scent of her heat and arousal; and he looked to her, those beautiful, silver eyes.

‘Dirty forest mouse.’ Uesstii huffed.

‘Dirty forest squirrel.’ Faylo squeaked.

Uesstii grabbed his paw and pulled him to the nest. She dragged him inside, where it was warm, out of the cold wind, and soft against the flowers. She half fell, half let him push her down. He was on top of her, and he was eager to be there, to feel her naked body, and her soft, supple lips against his. Paws roamed, teeth nipped, lips met, meshed and smooched!

The nest was alive with the chittering squeaks of two rodents separated only by species. They were happy, ignorant to any taboo, and full of love and desire. Uesstii struggled to form any coherent thought. Her mind was a mess. She was his to do with as he wanted, and she knew it, accepted it. She was panting, huffing, squeaking! Her claws dug into his back, her teeth found his neck and bit, and she spread her legs for him, so submissively, and he fit perfectly against her. She was hot, wet, and needy, and he felt it, and it was divine; that heat of her cunt against his hard, throbbing cock.

No more words were exchanged. Neither of the rodents could speak, even if they wanted. They were driven by their baser instincts now. Faylo was inexperienced, naive, but it was natural, and his hips followed his desire. He rubbed his cock up and down her heated cunt, slicking it in her nectar, and making her squeak and tremble! Nothing else mattered. There was a single desire between them both. The powerful desire to breed.

Faylo was determined to mate her. He was high on her heat, her intoxicating scent, and her absolute beauty that was unrivalled by all. She gave herself to him. That submission drove him wild. All of his instincts screamed at him! Mate this female, make her your wife! Fill her with your pups! His hips were meshing against hers, rubbing, soaking their pubic fur in shared fluids, and building pleasure as he did.

Uesstii barked, wiggled, and squeaked! Faylo jabbed at her with his long, slender cock. The poor mouse squeaked his frustrations with each miss. He was panting, huffing, squeaking. So worked up, he could barely make sense of anything. She felt those jabs, those pitiful attempts at burying his cock inside her. Instinct forced her to lift her hips. The whole world seemed to disappear around them in that moment. Time slowed to nothing. Pleasure struck like lighting! Faylo squeaked! Uesstii chittered! He was inside her, as deep as he could go, and she was snug, hot, and wet.

The intense pleasure hit Faylo hard. He trembled against her, squeaked, wiggled, and shallowly humped his hips against hers. Uesstii was in heaven! Her fluffy rodent toes curled, legs shook, and her cunt squeezed down on his cock. It was too much! A powerful orgasm took him! Jolts of electric pleasure tensed his whole body, paralyzed him, and kept him deep inside her, all for the purpose of ensuring she got bred. His large cock spread her pussy to her limits, and with it came some discomfort, but that did not bother Uesstii, nor would it have stopped Faylo from breeding her proper.

Uesstii felt the throb of his cock, trembling body, his pathetic squeaks, and the first shots of hot mouse cum inside her. It was so warm! She squeaked, huffed, held him tight with her legs, and squeezed his face against her breasts. This was it. She panted hotly. He was inside her! Her womb was filling with cum. She could feel it! Every jerk of his cock, every shot of cum, and the sheer volume that filled her. Thoughts of being made a wife and mother clouded her mind. This is what she had been dreaming about her whole life. Her maidenhood was gone for good, claimed by a mouse.

There was no pain. No fear. No regret. Even as a powerful orgasm of her own tore through her body. Uesstii trembled and barked! And her cunt rapidly tensed and relaxed, milking every last drop of cum from Faylo’s large, fluffy nutsack. He had so much to give, and give it he did, for he did not stop cumming, and it quickly began to gush out of her. There was so much! She could feel it ooze around his cock, down her fur, and to her sensitive tailhole.

Faylo was panting hotly against her chest, heart racing, just as hers was, and he could feel it against his cheek. Her breath, so sweet and hot, tickled his ears, and when their orgasms began to fade, her paw went to his ears, to gently pet and stroke them. He was still inside her, throbbing, caressed by her intense heat. She was so wet. He could feel her arousal, every twinge of her cunt, and every chittering moan of hers. Realization hit him just as hard as his orgasm had. He just had sex, albeit very briefly.

‘Uesstii...’ Faylo squeaked. He wiggled his face from her breasts and looked to her beautiful eyes. ‘I love you.’

Uesstii was panting hotly. She was a blushing, squeaking mess, but she managed to reply. ‘I love you, too.’ She huffed.

Those words were genuine, pure, and true. Faylo felt it in his heart, and Uesstii was quick to prove her love by meshing their whiskers together in a kiss. He wiggled himself up her body, and his softening cock slipped from her well used cunt. She squeaked! He silenced her with a deeper kiss. Her cunt was a tensing mess, drooling with a torrent of mouse cum and sweet squirrel honey.

‘You’re my wife now...’ Faylo declared, between kisses of her delicious lips. ‘I want you to have my pups.’

In a world as dangerous as theirs, to marry young and fast was normal, and to have plenty of pups was expected. Just hearing a male, her husband, tell her to have his pups made her shiver, squeak, and blush hotly.

‘I will.’ Uesstii said, breathlessly. ‘As many as you want.’

Uesstii was determined to be a good wife, and having pups was part of that, and now she had a chance of fulfilling that dream this very night. Faylo was just as determined to make it happen. His cock was hard again, and she felt it against her belly.

‘Needy mouse.’ Uesstii giggled.

‘Only for you, my love.’

‘So cheesy.’

Faylo nuzzled her. ‘You love it.’

‘I do.’ Uesstii huffed.

Faylo kissed along her cheek and whiskers, to her nose, and then her lips, where they eagerly swapped saliva. He cupped a breast, squeezed it firmly and possessively, enough to make her squeak, and once he was satisfied fondling her breasts, he broke the kiss. Saliva bridged between their muzzles. Hot breath mixed and mingled. Arousal was still high, her heat was thick in the air, and she was insatiable, waiting for more, and he wanted more. His cock twitched, splattering a shot of pre-cum cum across her belly; and he sniffed through the air, followed that scent of her heat, shimmied himself along her much larger body, and found himself nose to cunt.

‘You’re a mess.’ Faylo snickered.

‘Stop looking!’ Uesstii squeaked!

‘I want to.’

Faylo admired his work. Her cunt really was a mess. Her fiery, red pubic fur was covered in cum and nectar, and her gaping cunt drooled with his cum. He huffed hotly against it. He really got her! Thoughts of being a father came to him, and he squished his cheeks with his paws and wiggled in place, blushing and squeaking.

‘Why must you be so cute while so perverted?’ Uesstii huffed.

‘I’m just so happy.’

‘To have sex?’

‘To be a father.’

A rush of happiness and joy came to Uesstii. He really was perfect! She laughed and chittered, barked and wiggled! Her tail whipped about under the mouse, and it took all he had to keep from being tossed around by the powerful appendage.

Faylo took that as a good sign and managed to plant himself firmly between her legs. He was happy to be a father to be, but he was far more eager to make it happen, and to indulge as much as he could while doing it. Fantasies came to him, and he was desperate to try them all! He nuzzled against her heated, cum soaked cunt. She tensed up! Barked! And lay back against the flowers and spread her legs for him.

Arousal was rising between them again. Faylo pressed his little mouse nose to her messy cunt and sniffed audibly, so loudly, so lewdly, that even Uesstii could hear it! He loved that smell. Not just her heat, but the smell of cum and squirrel arousal. There was nothing Uesstii could do about how embarrassing such an act was, especially not after he took a lick of her messy cunt. She tasted so sweet, of salty cum and squirrel nectar.

‘P-pervert...’ Uesstii groaned.

Faylo grinned. He loved watching her tremble and her pussy tense; and there was so much cum for him to enjoy, and enjoy it, he did, for he licked her clean, sucked on her cunt, and made sure to give her clit some attention. Uesstii saw stars! Her paws went to his head, held him tight to her pussy, and she humped his face; smearing it with her endless supply of sweet nectar and the last of his cum. He squeaked! But kept up with her pace. That heated cunt kissed his face, an erratic rhythm, sloppy and wet, and she squeaked and wiggled with each thrust.

‘C-cumming...’ Uesstii moaned.

There was so much of it! The horny squirrel came hard against his face, a wet surge of nectar, that splattered against his whiskers. He could feel her pussy tense against his tongue, and he licked rapidly, drawing out as much of her orgasm as possible. Her paws clutched his hair, tugged it, and her toes curled and her legs trembled! And once she relaxed, Faylo pulled away, and his tongue licked his lips clean. Sweet squirrel honey dripped from his golden facial fur, his whiskers, and even his forehead.

The smell alone was enough to drive the male mouse wild. He was hard, leaking, and very eager to be inside her again. He did not ask, did not wait. He grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs back, and before Uesstii realized what was happening, he was already pressing his cock to her heated, wet cunt. That cunt was his now, and he would have it when he wanted it, anywhere he wanted it.

Uesstii was far more lucid than she had been. The heat driven arousal was waning, but her heated pussy still ached, and she desired sex, lots of it, but as she looked to his large cock, and the tip against her once pristine, virgin cunt, she felt guilty, nervous, and shameful. That all disappeared once he slowly pushed himself inside her. She watched him do it. How he rubbed his tip up and down her heat swollen folds, and then when he found the sweet spot, he slowly pressed the tip in and squeaked, huffing hotly. She was no better. The mere act of watching him enter her was exhilarating and liberating.

‘Oh, divines...’ Faylo whispered. ‘You’re so hot...’

Faylo eased himself inside her tight cunt. She was wet, hot, and snug. He was trembling as he did so. That divine, glorious feeling jolted through him, trembled his body, and made him a mess of blushing, moaning squeaks! He slowly sank all the way inside her, as if to savour that feeling of being inside her, and it was much appreciated by Uesstii, who watched with great curiosity, arousal, and love. She was panting now, eyes half-lidded, tongue almost lulling past her large, rodent teeth; and when he finally hilted her, she squeaked!

There they lay, joined at the hip, sheath to cunt. Faylo dared not move. His toes were curling, his breath was hot and ragged, and his cock twitched right on the edge of orgasm. He did not want to cum so soon, not again, he wanted to have sex with his new wife properly, and he breathed in and out, calming down just enough for him to draw his hips back. That long, slender cock dragged along her walls, tugged on them on its way out, and when his tip was about to slip from her, he shoved himself back inside, so roughly, so fiercely, that they both squeaked in unison! And he was desperate to continue to do so, to breed his wife, to show her he was a worthy male to give her pups.

The nest echoed with the wet, lewd sounds of love making. This was sex, desperate, hot, and it was everything Faylo had ever dreamed it to be. Those erotic romances could not prepare him for how truly incredible of a feeling it was. Every thrust tingled! And when he did, his large, rodent balls slapped against her tailhole, tensed, and pumped pre-cum inside her, and she felt every thrust, every jolt of his cock. He was so deep! Spread her just right.

The rodents were in heaven. This very night was fantasized, dreamed about, and desired since the day they met. Faylo kept his pace fast, a ball slapping rhythm, that sank his cock deep, pubic fur to hers. The poor mouse was a squeaking, trembling mess; and his tail wiggled, curled, and whipped about. He was so close!

Their eyes met, gold to silver, and she gave him a sweet smile. That was enough to drive him over the edge. He grunted, hilted her in that same moment, and unloaded fresh cum. Those fat nuts still had so much to give, a near endless amount, all for the purpose of ensuring she would be pregnant by the end of this night.

Uesstii wrapped her legs around him, locked his hips to hers, and pet him between the ears as he trembled with his second orgasm. She could feel those shots of cum, each throb, twitch, and jolt. There was no going back now. Her womb was claimed, and she could not think of a better male that could have done it. She looked to him with such affection, and he was panting heavily, in the aftershocks of orgasm.

‘How is it?’ Uesstii cooed.

‘Warm...’ Faylo huffed.

‘Yeah?’ Uesstii giggled. ‘I can say the same about your cum.’

Faylo flushed hotly. ‘You can feel that?’

‘Yes, and everything else, you know.’

Faylo was still snug inside her tight, wet cunt. His cock was slowly softening, and he was beginning to feel light. She let him go, and as she did, he pulled out of her with a wet, sloppy pop. She squeaked! Still very sensitive. He went right to work cleaning her cunt of cum and nectar, amid the squeaks and chitters of pleasure from Uesstii, and when he was done, he cuddled up against her, whiskers to whiskers. He wanted to be close to her, and she to him, despite being a sweaty, cummy mess.

‘Did you like it?’ Faylo asked.

Uesstii kissed him. He tasted of cum, her arousal, and sweet saliva.

‘Of course.’

‘I was a little nervous.’ Faylo confessed. ‘I didn’t know what to do.’

‘You did good, squeaks.’

Faylo smiled. ‘I hope you’re pregnant.’

That made Uesstii squeaky bark! A pathetic, choked sound, and she wiggled and huffed and kissed him all over his nose. ‘What a wholesome thing to say.’ She squeaked.

Faylo raised a brow. ‘Oh? Not going to call me a pervert?’

‘There is nothing perverted about starting a family.’

The thought of having his own family made his heart race.

‘A family...’ Faylo sighed. ‘Wouldn’t that be amazing?’

Uesstii peppered kisses across his muzzle. ‘Yes.’ She squeaked.

Faylo returned those kisses. ‘Is that something you want?’

‘Worrisome mouse.’ Uesstii smooched him. ‘I want pups. Every female does.’

‘That helps.’

‘I hope so. I don’t want you thinking it’ll slow me down.’

‘It won’t?’

Uesstii shrugged. ‘I’ll be fine.’

‘I hope we can move back to the house.’ Faylo squeaked. ‘Raise our pups there, be safe and happy.’ He yawned and snuggled against her fluffy neck.

Uesstii kissed his forehead. ‘We will someday.’

Uesstii wrapped her giant, impossibly fluffy tail around them both. It lay across them like a blanket, and Faylo was happy to have it that cold spring night.