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Stuart little lay quietly in his bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling far above him. It was currently 2:30 in the morning and all in the house were well asleep. Normally, he would be too, but recently, he'd been finding it more and more difficult to sleep completely lately.

Being the oldest child of the family had its disadvantages, namely among them, the fact that the family was still prepared for, and treating him, like a child around George's age. And while George was shaping up to be you typical preteen, he on the other hand was well into his puberty and teenage years. The Little family was a good, loving family, but their conservative nature, and reasonable naivete as to the speed with which he was growing meant that his most recent development was exceptionally hard to deal with.

He sighed and rolled over and after looking around furtively, reached under his mattress and pulled out a folded picture. It had been really hard to smuggle this into his room without anyone noticing. He had had to employ a little misdirection to distract the family while he'd slid it in here. Unfolding it, it revealed a picture that he'd taken of his girlfriend Margalo, when she'd been here earlier this summer.

The nature of the picture was what truly made it worth hiding. He had gotten up before everyone else, including her, and set up the quietest camera he had access to, pointing it at the birdbath in the backyard. When Margalo had come out to bathe, he'd waited until the perfect moment to snap a picture of her feather covered rump as she'd bent over to splash water over herself.

She was by far the most attractive thing he'd yet encountered in his life, a beautiful yellow canary with a personality to match. Unfortunately, when the winter months had hit, nature had called and she had flown south for the winter. Stuart had wanted her to stay, but he heard of how It could be particularly hard on some birds who had never known captivity to try and stay through the winter months. As such, this one picture from his act of voyeurism was all he had left of her.

It wasn't like she wasn't going to be back, but still...he did miss her. He sighed again, looking over her shapely rump, with all of her naughty bits hidden perfectly from site by the clever orientation of her feathers. It did make the picture nowhere near as dirty as it had the potential to be, but that didn't bother him all that much. The mere fact that he had her butt immortalized in a picture was hot enough for him.

His hand shaking from nerves, he slowly slid his pants down to reveal his own rapidly growing erection, his eyes lazily gliding over the curves and subtleties of the canaries' lovely assets. He groaned softly, stroking over his shaft slowly. He wanted so much more than a simple picture, he wanted so much more than simple friendship.

He wanted her, he wanted to see her lovely body exposed to him, he wanted to hear her voice moan out his name. His pent-up desire soon overrode his caution, the picture sliding from the bed to the floor, his mind swimming in lust as he moaned. He grunted, his hand stroking over his shaft wildly. He swore he heard something shifting in his room, but he was too far gone to stop.

He gripped his tail and slid it between his teeth, using it to muffle his noise as pre leaked from the tip of his eager erection. He didn't hear any more noise from his room other than his muffled noise as he continued to jerk off, finally he could handle it no more, throwing his head back, he moaned and bit his tail, cumming hard all over his blankets and sheets.

He panted hard and let his tail slide from his mouth, his breath coming hard and sharp. He groaned at his stupidity as the high from his lust dwindled out from him, his cum soaked sheets would be incredibly hard to hide from the family. He shook his head and looked around for something to help clean the mess up with. As he did, he saw a large feline shape jump onto the foot of the bedframe on which his small bed sat.

From the outline, he knew it was Snowbell, the family cat, but rven though he knew Snowbell wouldn't try to eat him, he still panicked at the very idea of being caught in this revealing and dirty position. He rolled off his bed and began scrabbling to get redressed.

Before he could do much more than grab his pajama bottoms, Snowbell was looming over him. Stuart looked up at the cat, who of course wore a smug look on his face. He chuckled and leaned over, dropping something on the floor at his feet, it was the picture.

Stuart blushed a dark red, his fur visibly turning pink as Snowbell said, "My my, what a dirty little mousy you are." He laughed and Stuart grabbed the picture, folding it back up and shoving it under his mattress once again. He glared up at Snow and said, with utter boldness, "Fuck off Snowbell!"

He normally never used language like this, but the extreme embarrassment he was going through coupled with his teenage rebellion loosened his tongue. Besides, it's not like Snowbell would be able to tell on him. Snowbell chuckled and said, "My, don't we have a sharp tongue tonight. And here I thought you were having a nightmare. Gotta say though, this is much better."

He laughed again and Stuart bent to grab his pajama bottoms to tug them up. As he did, Snowbell swat his paw down on the clothing, the resulting tug unbalancing Stuart and causing him to fall forward, landing on Snowbell's paw. He looked up at the cat who chuckled and said, "Look what you did, got your mouse seed all over my paw."

Stuart scowled up at Snowbell, trying to ignore the tickling, pleasant sensation of the cat's very fluffy fur over his shaft as he stepped out of his pajama bottoms and spat back, "It's your own fault you stupid cat."

He stepped away from Snowbell, crossing his arms and said, "Is that all you wanted to do, come here and harass me?" Snowbell smirked as he lifted his paw and licked the mouse seed off of it, the salty taste not bothering him much.

He took far more enjoyment in Stuart's disgusted noise as he watched the cat clean his cum off of himself. He smiled and said, "You know Stuart, I may not be able to talk to the family directly, like you can, but I sure can leave some clues. I could also...say...put that picture where they can find it. They may not be too bright about some things, but I know that they'll figure that out."

Stuart paled suddenly and after a moment he stammered, "Y.y.y.you can't be serious! You'd...why?!" Snowbell's eyes narrowed dangerously and he said, while chuckling darkly, "Stuart, I've never liked you much. My life is actually only as good as it is with the Littles because I don't eat you. Among all of the other cat's in the neighborhood, I'm the laughing stock, the cat with a mouse master. Girls laugh me off, guy's mock me, and I've basically become the piñata at all the parties I get invited to. You honestly think that after the devastation of my personal life that I'm not going to take advantage of the chance for some revenge."

He pushed Stuart with a paw and the mouse fell backwards onto his cum covered bed. Before Stuart could move, the cat placed a paw on his chest, pinning him down. He grunted and tried to push the paw off and said, "Look, I'm sorry that the other cat's are jerks, but you said yourself, you can't eat me! The family would probably kill you if you did!"

Snowbell smiled, looking down at Stuart, wondering what to do with him...

What will happen next? 1) Snowbell blackmails Stuart to get him as his slave 2) Snowbell rapes Stuart and threatens to tell Margalo of his voyuerism to keep him quiet 3) Snowbell decides to eat Stuart, ignoring the consquences 4) Stuart gets away from Snowbell and teaches him a lesson 5) George wakes up and Snowbell leaves 6) Snowbell decides to let it go and leaves, feeling it's not worth the risk