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*So the Idea for this story was based on a true experience I had a year or so ago. For the longest time I and this female friend of mine had been having friendly talks and meetings for a while. I was totally smitten with her, but it turns out she did not feel the same about me. I was foolish enough to put all my eggs in that basket and when it was clear it wasn't going to happen, I felt totally lost. It was more crushing than embarrassing, because it felt like I would never feel the same thing again for another. Again another foolish thought. Nah but after feeling sad for a while, a few days later (not as quick as in this story) I ran into someone who I spent the night with and a few times afterwards and it was great. *

*It showed me that losing a crush or one love doesn't mean other opportunities don't present themselves, and or that one cannot still experience and have fun. I think a lot of people just get lost and over focused on how bad they feel when this experience happens to them, and they just don't think that there is the chance of something new and something just as good coming in the future if you look for it and are open to it. *

So i created this story, and because i'm a huge fan of his work and characters, I thought I'd set this in universe of Squirrel

Featuring his Mouse characters Meadow and Fib. *As well as my own. *

All thanks and praise to him for the inspiration, and for the use of his characters.

This was written and contemplated back on New Years day, but editing and revising took some time. So enjoy the story as a last story of 2022 in spirit if not uploading date.

Warning:

The following story contains adult material and depiction's of sexual and Kink based activity. If you are under 18 or whatever age of consent in your Province, Municipality, State, Country, Nation etc. then do not read further.

You have been warned and told, and should you ignore or choose to look anyway even if you're not of age may your God (or gods, whatever) pour hot acid down your throat and dissolve your testicles into snakes (And if you're female, then your insides, since you don't have testicals, which may be a bummer for some of you or a blessing for the rest).

If you do not care for sexual or kink material then you can close the window or go elsewhere, and if you don't mind then enjoy, the options are free for everyone.

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Kale sat with a dark smirk and brooding glare about his face as he glared at the couple across the cafe. His glowering green eyes stared nearly unblinking, while the dark pupils of his irises tried to contort themselves into the shape of daggers.

He was a tall stoat. Black furred except for the dash of silver cream like fur about his muzzle, neck, and down his chest. His twitchy like ears were flattened to his skull, causing the small golden stud and silver earring on his right ear to bury itself in the softness of his head.

His right fingerless gloved paw fastened itself around the mid sized cup of coffee, while the other sheared the dark sharpened claws into the wood of the table. His feet were covered with winter boots and were crossed right now to avoid his legs pacing and bouncing up and down in barely restrained anger.

Across from him in the crowded cafe lay the object of his ire. A pair of cuddling small mice, one male and one female. He knew their names though he new the female more by general friendship and acquaintance than the male.

The female mouse was a harvest mouse by the name of Meadow. A pretty if not small little thing, with bright golden fur, small pink paws and gentle eyes. She was as kind as she was beautiful, and as shy as she was small.

Kale knew her from her work as a secretary in the local dentists office, the same office that lay on the same corner his money lending business was located at as well. They had met during their mutual break times, where both would take coffee or tea and a small lunch at the local Sandwich shop also located on their street. It had begun several years ago when Meadow had come to work at the dentists, and had continued since at lunch every day.

The stoat found himself drawn to the small mouse, for she was shy and timid in speech but had a great reserve of care and thought for those around her. He was not used to being around such care and love. Those were things his parents had deemed unimportant for his youthful education. Which in of itself was a typical thought process in the life of a predator.

The stoat thus found her quite interesting. He'd never considered the idea that he may find a prey creature inviting, but he had with her. She would routinely confide in him--during their shared lunches--of her own deep insecurities, as he would listen and offer what support he could.

One day while they had been engaged in their daily pastime, Kale had realized that he was deeply enraptured with Meadow. His thoughts diverted to her always, be he day dreaming or even regular dreaming at night. His heart grew heavy and fast when he was near her, and he couldn't stop getting sweaty and flustered in her presence.

Yet it often felt like he was infused with greater strength when she was about, and when they talked he felt a deep desire to make her feel safe. Almost a predatory sense of ownership mixed with a genuine care for her well being. He was pretty sure that he could be the one to make her feel safe and protected, if not assured of her place.

The issue was that she was already engaged; her mate Fib (the male mouse with her now) was the one who currently made her feel safe and loved...He knew this, because she often told him that to his face. Each time it felt like a slap to his heart, but he bore it because Fib...Made her happy and safe.

Tearing his eyes away from them there, cuddling and holding onto each other with such open devotion, Kale grimaced as he looked about the rest of the room.

The cafe was rather filled this evening, which should be expected for a News Year day. The cafe would be closing early around six; only thirty minutes away. Then everyone would scuttle out into the streets and go about their way home for their new years day evening.

Meadow would leave as well. With Fib.

Kale scowled as he peered at the male mouse; he was similar to Meadow but slightly taller, handsome if you went for that kind of thing in prey.

Fib was a bit of a local celebrity. A weather Mouse with the popular weather program that everyone seemed to care about for some reason. To Kale celebrities were nothing but to scoff at, and to be further honest, he never considered a weather fur to be worthy of being a celebrity to begin with.

Weather was not so impressive that it could not be done by an internet post or by an app for the phone. Instead they seemed to value letting furs who were not much more than just announcers of the weather get the spotlight...So what if Kale didn't know much about meteorology?

Kale grunted as he thought of Fib and Meadow together. Going home with each other and spending these cold nights together, in warmth and love.

He himself lived alone in his apartment building located only a few streets away. With no plans for New Years Eve, he had spent the night further alone accompanied only by hard liquor. A poor substitution indeed. The only real outcome of the night had been a parting headache when he woke up. That had been the biggest excitement of his day. Although that could be expected when one sleeps in to around the mid afternoon.

It had seemed that his New Year Day would be as fruitless given how badly Kale's head hurt. It had only been a split decision that had made him even want to come into the small cafe tonight.

He had come in hoping to find some small warmth and cheer in the mug of black coffee and beans. Searching for anything that would be enough to dull the far reaching ache from his hangover.

Then he had spotted them, right there in the corner. Hunched together whispering into their big round ears. Giggling and kissing each others cheeks. Meadow and her beau. It made a part of Kale rage deep inside. His predator instincts demanding he do something; Maybe confront them, maybe go for the male mouse and tear him apart.

Yet each time his instincts made him want to spill blood and stain his claws, the thought of Meadow's horrified face; Her morbid expression and gasps, it all pounded and slithered about his head and he couldn't go through with it.

Predators were not meant to be dominated by prey, they were meant to be the ones doing the dominating; But here he was, worried about what some prey mouse thought of him. Brought to heel by just the thought of her horror and disappointment. It would rather be embarrassing if it wasn't so pathetic.

The part of him that was practical and understanding knew deep down that it had always been a fantasy, One that never would see fruition. Meadow was a gentle fur, timid and easily flustered. But she was loyal. She'd never betray Fib and Kale knew deep down, he could never try and force her to do so. Still, the feeling of anger and resentment burrowed its way into his heart, and he stood glaring at them still, unabated.

Then he saw a chance--for what he still did not know--as the male mouse got up from the table and left his mate to head towards the bathroom.

Kale's courage built itself up in him and he strode forward, almost tripping over his winter boots as he got to his feet. He had no idea what he would say, or what he would do when he got to her, but the part of him that was rational was taking a slight back seat at the moment.

The tall stoat made his way over towards the small golden harvest mouse who had a look of pure dreaminess on her features. Most likely thinking about all the time she and her mate would spend together.

By the time Kale reached her, Meadow had spotted him with her keen eyes. The look of dreamy wonder held by her face had switched to a friendly but thankful smile. The stoats own green eyes wavered as he suddenly found himself standing before her.

"Kale, I didn't expect to see you here tonight" confided Meadow gently, wavering her whiskers as her body jittered beneath her winter clothing.

"I--I-w--was in the vicinity going back home you see," stuttered the stoat. His eyes scanning to see if Fib was coming back anytime soon. "A-And I thought I'd stop in for something warm, and h-here we are."

Inside his head the stoat was panicking.

"Come on now boyo, this is awkward for everyone. Act like you got some pred in you!" Came the roar of those instincts once more. Yet Kale himself couldn't seem to find the right words to ask...To say to her.

"Is something wrong?" inquired Meadow quizzically. Her big eyes growing wide and concerned.

"DAMMIT why did she have to be so kind, so gentle...and why did it have to make you feel like such a weak-kneed fool?"

_"I don't Know, It's CONFUSING!" _

"N-No, it's just--I've never seen you with your mate before," answered Kale finally. "It was a bit weird to see the Fib you talk about all the time in person." He hoped that would be enough to make the Mouse not worry about his behavior.

It seemed to pay off as Meadow glanced towards the bathroom before widening her smile.

"Oh yes, isn't he handsome? I should have introduced you two sooner!" squeaked the harvest mouse.

The female suddenly got a contemplative look about her face as if she was thinking of something, before her big eyes grew wide and a look of shy horror crossed her features.

"OH drat! "She gasped. "I'm so embarrassed, how we were carrying on over here. We must have made you feel so uncomfortable?" She weeped as her face lit up in a bright blush. She gave an embarrassed sob before burying her muzzle in her small pink furless paws to hide.

"No, not at all," lied the Stoat carefully. He always found Meadow so easy to get flustered and worried about what others thought of her. Right now though, he didn't want her to feel ashamed.

"It's just been...rather dry in the relationship market this year," he confided with just a hint of his own shame.?

"It shouldn't be for you. You're tall, handsome, and quite gentle for..."trailed off Meadow realizing she almost said something quite insulting. "Oh Kale, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like you--or to be honest all stoats were--well you know...!" stammered Meadow trying to come up with something to save face but nothing sounded as good on her tongue as it did in her head.

Seeing her distress the stoat could only laugh, letting the tension and stress flow out of him as he took her paws gently in his own and gave her a reassured squeeze.

"It's okay Meadow, I know what you mean and you're right...I'm...Tame in comparison to many of my kind."

"And isn't that the truth? You're pretty much broken there."

_"Shut Up!" _

The harvest mouse gave him a thankful squeeze back and a deeper smile than he thought she could give.

"You know I couldn't do without our daily lunches and talks right?" she asked of him.

He looked back at her at a loss for words. That had come out of left field hadn't it?

"I meet and talk with Petra all the time," continued the mouse girl. "But with you...There's something I find so liberating about being able to talk to a male about these things and have them listen and understand the same as any girlfriend could do," assured Meadow.

_"Now's your chance idiot, say it now while the other lame is gone, now while you still have the moment!" _

"STOP PRESSURING ME!"

"You know how much our FRIENDSHIP means right?" She followed.

Kale tilted his head at that. He couldn't be sure, but he felt that she had purposely emphasized the friendship part of that sentence. No way that could be correct though?

He had never been very subtle about his adoration of the harvest mouse, and she had caught him staring a bit too long at her on several occasions; But there was no way she would really be able to tell how he felt was there? Yet why did she have to emphasize that particular word?

"Ah Fuck...She Knows!" Screamed his instincts hotly.

"Shut up you!" He snarled back in his head.

"I do...enjoy your friendship Meadow," muttered Kale almost on auto pilot. He then saw the tears in her eyes and knew she had something to finish saying. He buttoned his jaw and gestured for her to continue.

"That's good, cause you're a gentle and kind soul Kale, I hope you can find that person who will make you safe and joyful like I have found but i'm...I'm glad you will always be my friend. It makes me so happy!" She sniffled and turned her head away from him.

Meadow then released herself from his paws as she began sniffing and wiping the freshly dropped tears from her cheeks.

Kale felt a pit in his stomach rear up, yet he was calm and collected. Part of him knew that this was how it was always going to go. That part's tripling soul causing disappointment feeling was threatening to tear him apart inside.

Another part of him however; that part that liked being able to talk with someone who wasn't arrogant towards him like the predators, or scared to death of him like the preys, was deeply glad that Meadow and him were friends and always would be.

Yet, the dark and foreboding predator like instinct in him that lay dormant below both those other parts, demanded he just take her as his. After all not like a mouse would be able to stop him or really know what was best for herself.

"Prey needs to be told how to live!" Reared that ugly instinctual voice.

But, that part of Kale was not strong enough to beat out the rest of him and he found himself able to force that feeling deep down. Giving the mouse girl a reassuring brush of his hand along her shoulder, he watched as she once again entwined their paws.

She brought the stoats paw up to her muzzle and gave it the gentlest kiss on the back before releasing him. It was a final gesture, and they both recognized it.

Kale sighed and waved a goodbye. Words were spent and now feeling must be allowed to flourish at its leisure. In his case, those feelings needed to be smashed down, buried deep and left to rot.

As he turned around Kale nearly bumped right into Fib coming back from the bathroom. The small male mouse's eyes went wide at the sight of the towering stoat. The other male's muzzle rearing above the mouse's.

Fib tried to find words as his eyes took in the great large stoat's tall chest and muscles as well as the fingerless gloves he was wearing, showing off those sharpened claws. There was also the matter of the fact that the tall predator was at the moment looking down on him with what appeared to be contempt.

Kale's instinct reared itself again and gnawed at him to do something to the small mouse. The thought and vision of going for the mouses's vulnerable throat flickered many times in his mind. Each time however, he pushed that feeling away as he had been doing all night.

He couldn't attack Fib, it wasn't even Fib's fault. Kale could not hold it against the male that he loved the dear little mouse. Even if the thought of them together made him want to develop a taste for roasted mouse paws in garlic risotto sauce.

It was not his place to interfere either-way. Meadow had made her choice and he had to live with that. No matter how painful it felt. She had said it herself, he was her friend. That meant something to him, to even his surprise.

So Kale did the one thing most predators would never do, but that he knew he had too for Meadow's sake, and the sake of their friendship. He swallowed his pride.

Reaching down the stoat clapped a strong black paw on Fibs shoulder, the mouse jolting and shivering on instinct as he did so.

"Happy...New Year," stated Kale gently, maneuvering himself around Fib and heading for the door. The male mouse was flummoxed clearly by the tall predator but he shrugged his shoulders, flicked his tail and waved back.

"You...You too," he replied. Though as he saw the stoat heading for the door the mouse quickly called out. "But if you're walking home, be sure to walk quick, it's going to snow at six and will drop to minus twenty-five to minus thirty by midnight!" Fib then turned back to Meadow clearly giving her a "what was that" kind of look.

Kale heard Fib's forecast and rolled is eyes, making sure he had exited the cafe and was standing outside on the street corner before he leaned into the wall.

It was unusual for prey to be so collected around him. Meadow had taken weeks to get fully used to sitting at the same table with him. He could tell she had been around predators before, but even then she still took some time to get used to their meetings.

Fib had held his ground and still managed to give some advice and a friendly gesture towards the stoat. Prey like that was hard to find. Even harder to fluster.

"Damn, I think I may actually like him," said Kale energetically.

"Respecting a prey...We have entered a truly unholy land."

"SHHUUUUTT UPPPPPPP!"

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Now alone once more in the cold street, on the cold pavement, Kale leaned himself against the brick and mortar cafe wall. His eyes scanned around the nearly empty street lit up with lights for New Years. Not many furs walked about, nor were there any cars on the road tonight.

He hadn't had much plans before on what he wanted to do tonight, and now he had even less idea. He couldn't get over the crushed broken feeling in his heart.

His hopes had been dashed and he was feeling very low. What more did he have to look forward too now that he knew Meadow was only available to him as a friend and nothing more?

What could he do when he was feeling so down? After all what did most depressed people do when they were too depressed to go on?

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"That'll be forty-five dollars exactly sir," piped up the bright peppy Squirrel girl from the cashier's desk. A youngster with way too much excitement and joy for being where she was on the night she was, for Kale's liking.

Taking the bills from the stoat's paw, the squirrel pushed a forty ounce beer and two middle sized bottles of dry whisky towards the grave looking predator. Kale picked up the whisky and deposited one of the bottles inside the inner pocket of his coat, while he dropped the other bottle inside the side coat pocket. With a quick swipe of his claws he took the cap off the forty ounce and began to guzzle down the beer as fast as he could chug it. Stumbling out into the cold air once again.

As he made his way down the street towards his apartment complex he noticed the flecking and growing downpour of small white fluff from the skies. Peering at his watch Kale noted the time was exactly six o'clock.

"Well, the Damn weather mouse was right," he chuckled before finishing the last of the forty with one long guzzle. He placed the empty bottle gently on the sidewalk and continued walking, slipping one of the whisky bottles out of his side pocket.

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Kale was not an avid drinker, but he knew how to hold his liquor. The Whisky also burned like immolation going down his throat. So he had to sip it gently.

As he made his way onto his street the first thing the stoat noticed was the tall mouse girl hunched over herself on the sidewalk.

She was not a harvest mouse like Meadow, that was clear. Her fur was dark gold and brown like a dark ale not like Meadow's wheat like gold. Her paws were not pink and hairless but furred. Her tail was also furred with a small fluff pom at the tip. She had blue dyed hair which was cut short about her neck and shoulders, giving her a cute punk rock look. Her ears were also less round and instead somewhat pointed.

As he further approached the stoat noticed she was bare pawed, no shoes or boots, and her meager attire was not that impressive for the kind of climate they were having.

"Must not be from here, more likely warmer climates," he thought to himself.

She was sitting on a large square silver alloyed suitcase almost as big as she was. Her face was buried in her paws, but he could see she was crying. Her back and shoulders gave a routine heave and flex which he took to be the reactions of a fur sobbing.

His inner desires told Kale to just keep walking, get into his apartment and drink himself into a blackout. Some lonely crying mouse on his doorstep was none of his concern right? He was already miserable and this little lady didn't look like she was going to be any better a cup of cheer.

So of course that was when Meadows words had to come back to strike him right in his gut.

"You're a gentle and kind soul Kale." _But was he really? _

The tall stoat struggled for a few minutes before he sighed and lowered his shoulders in defeat. Turns out, he was.

Making his way over to the sobbing mouse girl, the stoat tried to figure out how to break the ice. She however, found a way to do that for him.

Whether by sense or smell she stiffened the moment he got close enough to hear her dry heaves. With a scared and surprised look she lowered her paws from her muzzle and stared at him instantly.

Kale noted she had alluring blue eyes, a soft black nose and face with a spill of brown and white about her muzzle and neck. She had dark liner under her eyes, now running like dripping ink from her tears. The salty liquid had even left dampened patches across her cheeks.

Aside from a nose piercing and a small lilac flower tattoo on the side of her neck, she was petty straight forward. However, no one could say this little blue haired punk mouse looked anything like a normal mouse...Or at least, the mice Kale knew.

Her face held a look of both fear and apprehension towards the towering stoat before her. Though Kale had to note she herself was tall. Not as tall as him, but taller than either Fib or Meadow. She was also prepping her fight or flight response as he could see her muscles and shoulders tense up.

"It's okay, i'm not going to hurt you," reassured the stoat, raising his free paw in a gesture for her to wait and see.

"Good because I will bite you if you try," hissed the mouse girl baring her cute little teeth like she thought it was frightening. Kale almost laughed but he controlled himself. It wouldn't make her feel any more safe if he just started laughing at her.

"Fair enough. Better put those away though, before you get cited for brandishing deadly weapons," mused the stoat.

The mouse girl tilted her head at that, her eyes still narrowed and her posture defensive, but the little smile that crossed her face didn't go unnoticed by Kale.

Her voice was a bit raspy, but soft and forward. It was a voice that fit her tomboyish punk look. He found that he was really intrigued by her voice.

"Want a drink?" Asked Kale, hoping to make more headway. Offering the whisky bottle to the mouse girl he waited to see how she would react.

She glared at the bottle and made no move to take it from him.

"Smart girl," he thought. Of course she should be apprehensive when a stranger let alone a pred offered her an opened bottle of liquor.

To calm her nerves he took a swig of the whisky himself, to show her there was nothing in it. Suddenly heaving and gagging as too much of the dry burning liquid began melting his throat.

Kale coughed hard, heaving with coughed gasps and tried to regain some composure, but it was broken as the mouse girl gave a small chitter and laugh at his antics.

"See, nothing but liquid fire in this bottle," he assured her once again.

She hesitatingly reached forward and gently took the bottle from his grip. Giving him one last apprehensive look she gently sipped the bottle and downed her own small share of the fiery smoky liquor.

Her eyes flashed bright suddenly and she gave a small grin as she appeared to recognize the taste.

"Hmm, still tastes like Satan's' ball sweat doesn't it?" she inquired giving him a smile

Kale smiled as well and took the bottle back as she handed it over to him.

"Had plenty of that in your lifetime then?" He joked.

"My fair share to be sure," she offered back, giving him a wink.

"Happy to see you feeling better... couldn't help but notice you crying before," Kale noted.

The mouse girls grin dried up for a second before she recovered quickly and closed her eyes nodding towards him.

"Oh yes...Well was it that obvious?" She inquired.

"When you're on my literal doorstep, it was just a bit," he finalized for her.

The mouse girl blushed as she turned her head away.

"I am so sorry it's just been..."She trailed off unable to finish.

"Tell me about it," answered Kale gently. He reached forward and offered her his free paw. The female sniffed a bit but took his hand as he pulled her up to her feet. "Got a place to stay?" He inquired.

"...No...And I don't have much money," she whispered looking dejectedly again.

Kale looked up the steps to his apartment building and then back at the lithe mouse. His mind was telling him his next proposal was inappropriate and totally nuts, yet here they were.

"You can stay the night at my place, it's just up these steps here," he offered.

Without a second she flashed him a queer look and her nose wrinkled as if she was thinking about what kind of payments he would try and enact out of her.

"I know it sounds suss," he reassured. "But you have no where to go, you don't have money for a ticket home anywhere I bet...And I doubt there will be any hotels or rooms in your price range available tonight." He finished laying out the facts then leant forward to take one of her soft paws in his.

"My place is right here. I swear I won't do anything not above board." She still looked at him uneasily though he could feel her paw gently squeeing back in his. "Besides, I have it on good source that it's supposed to get pretty cold tonight," he added."Can't just leave you out in that can I?"

The mouse girl seemed to reconsider at that. Her clothes were barely fit for the weather right now. Minus temperatures could very well be the death of her. She seemed to agree too, for she nodded and then reached down to pick up her suitcase.

"Okay...But nothing other than a place to stay?" She inquired. Watching as he nodded towards her.

As they made the way up the apartment steps, the stoat reached over and took her suitcase from her. He carried it himself and opened the door to usher her in.

"By the way, my name is Kale," he offered, as they swept inside.

"Liyla...it's a play on Lilac," she responded.

"I've never been more appreciative of flowers," was all Kale thought.

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Kale's apartment wasn't that big or impressive but it was homely and quaint. Located on the fifth floor, there were three main compartments connected by a hallway, with a bathroom, a master bedroom, guest room, living room, and kitchen. His apartment was even rent controlled which was a boon and had a good view watching over the nearest river and park-land area.

Liyla seemed to appreciate the space as she placed her suitcase beside the sofa in the living room and sat down on the leather and linen. The mouse girl had dried her feet at the door while Kale had put away his boots, now going as barefoot as her.

With a small appreciative look around her at the comfortable apartment, Liyla crossed her legs and drummed her bare feet against the carpet. Her long puffed tip tail curled protectively around her leg and middle, while she kept her paws clasped in front of her. Her eyes cast down as she tried not to look directly at her host. She didn't want to show him her blush as she noticed how much more handsome she found him out of his winter jacket.

Kale had offered the moment they got inside to put on some drinks to warm them up from the cold. As such he was busy in the kitchen, bustling about getting tins of tea and coffee, heating water and bringing out a tea pot and kettle. He poured the boiling water into the pot and kettle and set a pair of tea bags inside to steam, while he fitted a coffee filter into the coffee pot.

He finally with some exhaustion, leaned against the fridge as the drinks settled. Taking the moment to glance over his nervous guest with careful green eyes. She looked like she hadn't eaten for a few hours.

"Would you like something to eat at all as well?" He inquired.

"Yes...please...Thank you," responded Liyla from the couch, as Kale spotted her putting a hand on her stomach.

The stoat had to appreciate how the mouse girl seemed to maintain a good balance between thinness and athleticism. She wasn't like a zipper, but she wasn't playfully plump either. Kale himself was slightly round around the middle, but his height helped cover it up quite well.

Reaching into the cupboards he began adding up the bits and bobs he found there; An assortment of mixed nuts, a package of water crest crackers, a round of brie and an assortment of blueberries, and grapes.

With a plate piled high with food, he brought it over to to the sofa and placed it on the small drink stand that he used as a coffee table in front of the sofa. Barely a second later he was bringing a cup of coffee for her and a cup of tea for himself.

Liyla dug into the food and plate with a wild abandon, crunching cracker and cheese together. Taking only a few sort breaks too sip and swig a round of coffee before going right back to the plate.

Kale wasn't as hungry as his counterpart, but he managed to rescue a small bit of brie and crackers for himself, and a handful of nuts. Taking a soft and gentle sip of his tea every now and then.

Liyla stopped for a second to look over at her host, noting that he was eyeing her with a quizzical look and a slight grin of mirth.

"Been a while huh?" He teased. He was growing to love the exact way she blushed and turned her head when she was embarrassed. She had a habit of nestling her lithe neck deep in the crook of her shoulder and chest. It showed of her pretty flower tattoo quite vividly.

"Kind of. I haven't eaten since I got off the bus this morning." Liyla added.

"And what exactly brought you here if you don't mind me asking?" offered Kale. He noticed the way her blue eyes all but clouded over as she looked back at him.

"Umm....my boyfriend, though it..." she trailed off with a small squeak.

"Fell through?" answered Kale with a look of deep sympathy.

"How did you know?" Demanded the mouse girl. Her eyes narrowed as her face descended into a scowl of apprehension. Her little tail also twisted before stiffening tight.

"Well...if you're sitting outside my place in the cold and snow, on your suitcase...Doesn't feel like things went well." Kale surmised mildly.

Liyla lowered her head and suffered a small tear and sniffle as she put down the cup of coffee which was now empty.

Kale was about to drop the topic entirely, when she looked back up and gestured for him to wait for her. She gulped a few times then stared off into the blackness of the tv screen in front of them.

"My boyfriend and I got together after high school, and we promised that once we graduated university we would get married," longed the mouse girl. "Well he graduated two years before me, and got a job right here," she added.

When she saw Kale look at her, she guessed what he was going to ask.

"He was an accountant. Got hired right out of university to work for some private lawyer firm," finished the mouse. "To bring a long story sort, I graduated this year with a major in journalism and..."

"And came right away to see your sweetheart." Finished Kale. "Only I guess he wasn't interested anymore huh?"

"Wife and two kids. Still babies...God even i thought that was too fucking quick for him,"snarled the mouse girl. "He said that he never thought we would actually go through with it. That it was a silly dream by some stupid kids...I am such a...a--broken fool!" Sobbed Liyla.

She stopped when she felt a large paw grip her shoulder and give hwr a reassuring pat. The tall stoat having moved beside her on the sofa.

"I'm sorry about that Liyla, but I can feel where you're coming from."

He then told her of Meadow, and his crush on her: their encounter in the cafe, and the things she had told him. Kale further told her of the raging feelings crisscrossing about his mind over Meadows words.

"Part of me agrees with her, but another part can't seem to accept it, and it's driving me crazy," wallowed the stoat angrily.

"It's okay to feel crazy Kale," admitted Liyla. "When everything you think was going to be your future...Suddenly isn't, what's left for you to be but a little bit nuts?"

The stoat smiled at her. Her words were having a positive effect on clearing away his personal little pity party. He couldn't believe that she was actually making him feel less angry.

"Thank you for that Liyla, it's good to not be the only one dealing with this kind of thing. I don't think I could tell anyone else about this....Especially not Meadow," Kale grunted.

The mouse girl smiled then shuddered a bit and drew herself closer into the sofa. Her body seemed to shake slightly as he turned this head to see what was wrong.

Liyla reached over to place the tray of mostly eaten food away safe on the coffee table. She then added her now empty mug as well. Now there was room, the mouse girl finally laid her bare feet on the sofa and curled her tail around her left leg.

"Are you feeling better?" Asked Kale hopefully. Now that she had eaten and had a warm drink, he wondered if she was ready to either sleep or keep talking.

"My feet still feel a bit cold," moaned the mouse girl. She began rubbing at her heels and toes with her fingers. "You wouldn't mind helping me would you?" She pleaded.

Kale have her a wink and then scooted over towards her. He took great care to not be too fast, hoping not to scare her. Though he was sure that she'd warmed up to him enough by now. There seemed to be a bit more trust between them. So he offered a paw in gesture.

"May I?" he inquired.

She nodded and despite a small bit of hesitation, placed her feet in his lap. She looked away as he settled his strong paws over her ankles.

Kale could feel the cold just by holding her fur and began gently rubbing his paws over her ankles at first, then along the sides of her bared feet. She flexed her toes and gave a small meep, as he gently rubbed and warmed her up bit by bit.

"This isn't too forward is it?" He asked. Kale must have hit a particular good spot because she fully stiffened and her tail flexed as she buried her face in the sofa cushions and moaned.

"If it wasn't too much then, it is now," Liyla reassured him, pulling her head from the cushion and giving the male a happy but weak smile. She wanted him to see that she was shuddering now for a whole different reason.

The stoat himself was feeling slightly uncomfortable at the situation, At the same time he had to admire how her dainty paws looked so cute even covered in fur.

"This may be going too fast," warned Kale. He fixed the mouse girl with a stare as she bit her lip in response. "Are you sure you can trust me enough?" He wondered aloud.

Before he knew it, a pair of soft paws placed themselves over his cheeks and Kale found hismelf staring at a warm muzzle being pressed to his.

His eyes widened as Liyla kissed him, his own paws instinctively wrapping around her shoulder. It just felt right to give a soft stroke along the girls short cut blue dyed hair. The stoat could feel how soft her hair felt. He could even smell her fruity shampoo and the sour smell of the dye in her fur.

Most importantly he could feel her tongue twisting with his and he allowed it. He pressed his own muzzle forward and gently pressed the mouse girl back onto the sofa's armrest. Protectively curling her body along his side and chest as her grip on his face never left. She seemed content to just keep pressing herself tight against him.

They paused only for a gasp and deep breath. The cute mouse girls tongue was sticking out between her soft lips, The stoat's own muzzle was panting hard across from hers.

"I trust you Kale," she panted with heated breaths.

Kale felt a shiver ripple through his body. It had indeed been a long dry spell as he had told Meadow, but to feel someone be excited for him again after so long was affecting him greatly. The stoats eyes became slightly lidded as he caught the desperate and hungry look in hers.

"Holy shit, whose the predator now?" Jeered his instincts.

"How many times do I need to teach you this lesson asshole?" Growled the stoat heavily.

"This is...a bad idea," mulled Kale. They were both on the rebound from losing their significant others--or well in his case his significant crush for four years--and neither were in a good emotional place to be doing this. They'd just be using each other in the most way possible.

"Shut It!" snarled Liyla with such ferocity it startled him. Her forceful attitude was much different than her behavior up to this point. While he was startled, he couldn't help but be turned on by all of it. His arousal flickering out of his sheath in his pants.

The stoat didn't have much time to dwell on her sudden personality change before she pressed her muzzle back into his, driving her tongue inside his mouth.

"I need to fuck, and get fucked right now, so bad!" She pleaded. Burying her muzzle back into his with ravenous hunger.

Kale groaned into her mouth as he felt her paws begin to tear at his shirt and belt. His own paws soon were able to pull her off of him easily however.

"Please Liyla, wait," pleaded the stoat. Taking a needed breath as she finally did stop and stared back at him. Panting hard. Sweat dripping down her head and shoulders, dampening the striped t-shirt she was wearing.

"Oh shit, You're doing this."

_"Bet your ass!" _

"If we're going to...Fuck. Then this needs to be a bit more tantalizing don't you think?" He offered. Kale waited until he saw her nod her head and take a deep breath herself trying to calm down those fiery desires.

As soon as her breaths grew even, the male clapped a firm paw down on her backside, catching her pert ass with a thin slap. Her Squeak was deafening while her eyes shut hard and her entire body shook and shuddered.

Kale grinned to himself as he saw what his little slap had done to her body. He hoped she would let him do more of the same to her.

It was there that he made the instant decision that he didn't want to simply rut her like a starved animal. They had known each other for less than fifty minutes, and there was a nagging desire inside of him to make this feel more special. If they were going to do this then he wanted to do this proper.

So the male reached down and began unbuttoning his shirt and gave a small animalistic growl. The Mouse's eyes widened and took on a new light as her body adopted a more sexy like posture. She was curving herself and making sure her breasts strutted out from her chest, even contained as they were.

"Take your shirt off slowly like me," he demanded, the extra growl in his voice clearly exciting her as she immediately mimicked his actions and began taking off her shirt, revealing a black laced bra holding up her moderately sized breasts. They were cream colored with a splash of pink and purple about her areoles poking over the rim of the lace. Her stomach was lithe and heaving with heated breaths as she panted even harder.

Kale had finished dismantling the last of the buttons on his shirt and began peeling it off of his chest reveling his broad and nearly flat stomach. His own dash of silverly cream white fur etched down his chest between his pecs and nestled below his belly button towards his crotch.

"Tell me--Tell me what to do!" begged Liyla, holding her arms to her sides as she waited for his orders.

"Take off your skirt and panties now, but leave the bra on!" Sneered the stoat. He loved the thrill of being able to tell the mouse girl what to do, and he appreciated that she was fine with letting him do so.

Liyla hastily unbuttoned her grey skirt and pulled it away from her body. She tossed the skirt over by her suitcase as she got to working her black panties down her soft lithe legs.

Kale's nostrils flared as he caught a whiff of sweet smelling salty nectar, and his eyes picked up the wet glistening fur along the insides of the mouses thighs. She had a soft set of pussy lips, clear and shaven if not for a bit of extra blonde tuff just above her dripping petals.

"She must be naturally blonde." He thought to himself as he scanned back up towards her dyed blue hair. Kale found that he much preferred the blue look. It matched perfectly with her eyes.

"You smell me don't you?" She suddenly inquired with a wide hungry stare. Crossing her legs suggestively, she concealed her pussy from his view. Playfully denying him the view of her moist desire. But he could still smell her.

"Pretty vividly," the stoat answered. "I didn't think you'd get so wet for me so soon."

"I have a confession to make." began Liyla tentatively, shaking her rear a bit as she lifted one of her legs up and flashed him her bare underside. "I've always had a thing for predators," she teased.

He watched with dry lips and panting tongue as she slowly and sensually ran one of her soft paws along her bare thigh and turned her eyes towards him with a sultry look.

"I love their strength, the domination. The feel of their teeth on my skin and fur," She moaned. Trailing her hand underneath her still covered breasts and fiddling with the black bra. "My ex was a weasel, and he loved to choke me sometimes..." She trailed off.

Kale didn't like the sound of that. While he was one too nudge and favor some of his predator instincts, he knew the line. All was well and good to be controlling in the bedroom, but he drew the line at such levels of physical harm.

Too many toxic relationships developed when anyone--especially if they involved predators--indulged in real harm. The line between play and reality could get dangerously blurred if one wasn't careful. There had been injuries and even deaths going down that road.

"I don't do choking," finally stated Kale. The stoat made his way over until he was standing nearly against the mouse girl. He reach forward and took Liyla's paws in his and held them up to his muzzle. He licked her first paw and squeezed the other.

"I'll be dominant if you want, but I don't like abusing my partners, got it?" He demanded. She looked into his fiery green eyes and nodded slowly.

"As long as you make me feel something other than broken, that's all I care about." She replied, burying her head into his chest.

Kale lifted her paws above her head and then kissed her right paw gently while he released the other and with a quick snatch, tore the bra from her body.

Liyla arched her body upwards and stepped backwards as the material left her breasts. She looked like she had stumbled from the force of his tearing, but she gracefully recovered. Bending her knees and curling her body to take on a more stable position. Giving Kale a sneer of lust she turned and finally leaned herself against the wall.

Arching her back to show off her ass and back frame, the mouse girl pressed her bare breasts against the tile paper. She shook her rear and flagged her tail high to make sure the male could see the soft pucker of her rosebud and her ripe dripping sweet smelling sex.

Kale had to gasp. She was beautiful. Young and lithe, with a firm little ass, and a slender frame. She made quite the sight naked and draped along the wall; herself an amazing wallflower. The lilac tattoo on her neck catching his eye once again. He licked his lips as lustful hunger boiled over in his gullet.

He strode forward and embraced her. Shoving her even more directly against the wall, smashing her breast against the tile as he gripped her paws with his. Holding her against his chest he traced the lilac flowered tattoo along her neck with his tongue. Lapping around her dampened fur as he gently nibbled with his fangs against her skin.

"God you feel so hot," snarled the stoat as he gave a rather direct bite between her neck and shoulder. "I still don't know if this is what we actually need, but.." trialed off the stoat as he stroked his paw down the heaving bare fur of her back.

"But you're willing to endure to find out," Liyla finished for him. "Good cause so am I. Get those pants off NOW!" She hissed. Pushing back off the wall the mouse sent them both staggering backwards.

"As you wish,"moaned Kale. He released his belt and dropped his pants, letting his long sleeve boxers shine. It took him even less time to drop those too, revealing his arousal.

He wasn't the largest predator out there, but his length was more than adequate. It was thickened and conical. His knot and cock with his arousal had become extended from his furred sheath. The dark red of the stoats dick contrasting against the splash of white fur covering his sheath and the underside of his otherwise large dangling black furred balls.

The mouse girl squeaked in need as she saw him dripping and aroused, fully extended for use and play. She pawed feverishly at her own heaving breasts with one paw and gently stroked her dripping sex with her other. Her eyes bulged with need as she leaned forward and sank to her knees before him.

Kale stopped her with a small prod of his paws, gently leading her back to her feet.

"Sorry sweetheart, but it's been a while for me. I'm not going to last as long as I should, and would rather make this as memorable as possible." With that he dipped downward and picked the mouse girl up using his knees.

She squeaked in surprise but clung to him all the same. Pulling her body upwards he now carried her like a couple on their wedding night. Bringing her down the hall and into the bedroom at the end on the left.

The master bedroom was sparse but impressive. Along the right wall were several large bookshelves stuffed with books and magazines. Along the right wall lay a large mirror and a large cabinet beside a large glass window. A set of shutters lay open, allowing the light rom outside the apartment complex to shine in.

It was this small bit of light that managed to illuminate the room and each other, as he held her there to take in her surroundings.

The master bed was a queen size and located in the middle of the room along the back wall. Kale draped the tall mouse girl onto of the checkered bedspread with care, Slipping her feet over the top as well he gently pressed himself down on the bed beside her. He rolled her from her side over onto her back and lowered himself down her middle.

"If this gets too much for you, don't be afraid to say stop at any time," assured the stoat. Giving her a broad wink from over her stomach however, he showed his fangs playfully. "Though i'm hoping you won't."

"Just get on with it!" She hissed as she leaned back staring at the ceiling. Her soft bare foot paws straddled his back as she angled herself into position underneath him.

Kale smiled and bent forward dipping his tongue into the sweet little navel of her belly button and giving a nip and a kiss to her belly.

The mouse girl squirmed but managed to keep her voice muffled, rolling back and forth as she felt the predators teeth and tongue conduct a dance of pain and pleasure across her stomach and chest.

Kale loved the way she moved. It was easy to tell she was used to doing most of the work when it came to sex. Her body was way too energetic and antsy for someone who sat back and just let themselves be pounded or rode. The way her body was trying to move about indicated to him that she was usually the one who led. Not tonight though.

Tiring of her stomach, the stoat angled even farther down, now coming to rest between her dripping thighs. Her sweet smelling arousal was in front of him and he pressed his paws against either side of her legs and shoved them wide.

Licking his lips the stoat dangled his tongue back and forth and traced the outer angle of the mouses' vagina with a determined lap.

Her body shook and she gave a muffled squeak, covered by one of her paws. Kale paid her no heed and traced the other side of her vagina with his tongue.

He spent a considerable amount of time kissing and licking around the inside of her thighs, before once again returning to lap and flicker is tongue about the soft petal lips.

Her feet drummed into his back fur and her waist angled itself back towards his muzzle. Though her voice was soft and muffled, her body was openly begging him to continue.

_"Who are you to not oblige?" _

_"Now you're talking my lingo!" _

Finding his appetite wetted Kale leant forward and finally pushed his tongue through the dripping little lips. There was a bit of resistance getting his tongue inside as her sweet petals formed a better barrier than her legs could provide.

The stoat battered through however, and slipped deep inside. There he found the heat and sweetness of her more than enough enticing. Her taste was alluring and so he dug deeper to find more of it. Paying little attention to her rocking body or the fact she kept trying to close her legs. It only took a little effort for his paws to hold her wide and spread for him.

He slathered around inside her pussy, tracing the letters of his name along her inner walls with his tongue. Liyla seemed to no longer be able to cover her moans as her paws tangled into his hair. She stroked this ears instead and moaned encouragement for him to continue.

Kale obliged even more, and searched until he found her squirmy G-spot. Flickering his tongue around the spongy little place until she seized up above him. He could feel her feet and toes spay out in his fur as he did so.

The stoat had too mentally congratulate himself. For as long as he had been forced to go dry, he was getting back into the feel and taste of feminine champagne like a pro.

Kale watched as she had another body-seizing orgasm from is tongue work before he pulled out of her wet snatch. His whiskers and muzzle were damp with her salty sweet honey.

Above him lay a panting and exhausting Liyla with one paw dangled over her sweating brow. Her chest was heaving, as her breasts rocked up and down. The breaths she was giving came out frequent and ragged. The mouse's exhilaration however, was pouring out from her snatch where she had squirted.

Grinning for ear to ear, Kale rolled over onto his back to take a breath himself. Collecting his mind with a moment of peace. He leaned on his side and brought his arm to support under his head, angling his chest upwards. Laying his other reassuring paw on her thigh, he patted it with sympathy.

"Too much for you mousey?" he teased.

"F-F-Fuck you K-Kale!" heaved the mouse girl. She quickly placed one of her bare feet on his chest and forcibly rolled him over onto his front. Rolling herself quickly overtop of him so that she was now lying on his back.

"I've never..."she panted. "I've never had anyone be that diligent with me in that...area." She confided in him while on his back. Her lips pressed around his earring and stud ear as she nipped it and then ran her tongue inside to soothe the ache.

"Your boyfriend wasn't considerate?" asked Kale intrigued. He couldn't help but shudder as she played with his ear. She was flipping the tables on him again, applying the same pleasure and pain to his ears as he had to her body.

"Not to the extent you were...he was a novice, but you were a...a gentlemen," she whispered back.

Kale grinned and then leaned his head upwards, using a paw to pull her face down to his. He kissed her there with no reservations.

Rolling them both over, Kale positioned himself over top of her. He placed a paw over her heart and one around her middle as he eased himself between her thighs. Both of them feeling the hot pointed tip of his cock pressing against her leg.

"You said this was a mistake. That we needed better than this," stated Liyla with heated breath.

"Yeah."

"Still think that?"

"Yes...but I don't really care anymore!" With that Kale thrust himself up into the mouse girls's tight confines. His dick pressing up inside of her until his knot and balls were slapping against her fur.

Liyla gasped and clung to his body, her small claws digging into his pelt and skin. He bore her claws and held her as her body acclimated to his cock.

"Tell me when you're ready," he affirmed to her.

"Just a sec....just...," She heaved, pressing her muzzle into his neck and biting him gently there. "You're really big." If she had seen his grin at that, she most likely would have punched him in the face.

The mouse girl gave a final gasp then breathed normal. She pulled her claws from his hide and gently placed them over his face, directing his muzzle back to hers for a sweet kiss.

"Now," she told him. "It's okay now."

Kale needed no further encouragement before he drew himself out of her snatch until his tip was the only part of him still connected to her loins. He then drove himself back in with a swift thrust. Then again as he began to slight jack hammer his cock into her with a growl of lust.

Her own squeaks and moans of pleasure ringed in his ears as he thrust back and forth, clapping is paws over her ass and back. Holding her against him as he pumped and ground himself over and over into her.

His thrusts were gentle but firm. They weren't meant to ravage or harm, just to bring pleasure. From the sweet moans and cries she was making and the pleading sobs for more, it was clear he was doing a good job.

"Ah...ah it's too much!" She finally hollered into his ear. Her paws wrapped around him desperately. She needed to cling, to hold onto something to anchor her to this mortal plane as her body was lifted above it.

"Bear through it baby." hissed Kale, the stoat grimacing as the mouse tightened her hold around his neck. His hips however, kept pumping into hers, driving himself up and in again and again.

The soft clapping sounds as his balls smacked against her rear, and the squeaks she made as he tugged on her tail's base with his free paw, echoed in the bedroom. His other paw secured her wrists above her head on the bedspread. Breaking the hold she held on his neck. He growled and bit gently into her underarm, loving the way her body seized at the feel of his teeth.

"You feel so gentle, even when you bite me!" Hissed Liyla desperately. "You're a predator, you're supposed to sink your teeth into my flesh and tear me apart!" She floundered. Her fantasy seemingly conflicting with his gentle play.

"If I bite you too hard, you may bleed out. The last thing I want, is to rid the world of such a cute, loud willing little mouse girl!" groaned Kale humping rather faster than before as he could feel his peak. "A squirming little mouse girl who didn't even ask her partner to wear protection!" he hissed accusing.

She gasped as she suddenly realized he was barebacking her, but by then it was far too late. So she instead dug her claws into his side and rolled him onto his back. Now straddling the handsome stoat with her footpads firmly planted in the covers.

"I'm safe if you are," she winked back down at him. The light of the moon shinning in from the window illuminating her weary but sweat drenched body above him.

"No problem!" He gasped, before he starts thrusting his hips upwards and angling his thrust to catch her sweet spot inside.

"AHAAAHAHAH!" Hollered the mouse girl frantically. Her paws stratched into his chest as she rode him hard, her body joining his and meeting his thrusting hips with equal abandon.

His right paw clapped to her waist, helping to guide her up and down on his dick. His other Paw squeezed and teased at the nipple of her breast, pinching and flicking with teasing allure.

As she panted and gasped above him, her stomach and inner velvet folds angulated and squeezed hard as she came on top of him.

Kale noted the feel of her honey dripping down his balls, staining the sheets with the proof of her excitement and completion. Still his own body had more to go before he too crested that hill.

Her rolling him over had broken the pace he had been making beforehand. Now he had to restart the trek, but he was making up for the loss time with good speed.

His hips angled themselves, in order to stroke her g-spot as much as possible. The small red bead of her clit in response poked out from her dripping and spread pussy lips.

Kale smirked as he switched his paw from her waist and used it to gently prod and finger at her little clit. The effect made her screech and shake above.

The stoat could feel her inner muscles squeezing his dick and groaned as the feeling caused his cock to nearly jump. A spurt of his pre-cum blasting into the mouse's unprotected and vulnerable womb.

He took solace in the fact of their different species. There would be no chance of his seed taking hold. Not without special drugs and not until she was in deep heat. Neither of these options thankfully was in play.

Liyla recovered quickly and began to once again ride her stoat lover with wild and frantic motions. She did not mind the fact he was playing her body parts like a well oiled instrument. His touch excited her and made her feel nothing but the pleasure of his cock setting off all of her pleasurable points all at once.

She shook and moaned, her frantic and pleasurable squeaks once again ringing hard in the stoat's ears. His own groans and grunts of pleasure and exertion enticed her further. Hearing her lover enjoying her as much as she did him caused her to curl her tail about his left thigh lovingly. The stoat fully unaware as he humped wildly.

Kale hadn't once been able to think of his broken heart over Meadow. Ever since he had met Liyla, he found that he was too entrapped in her dealings then he had been in his own.

It might not be the best or most healthy way to fix a broken heart, but this was something he was glad he had not passed up. He would prefer to be nearly knot deep in a mouse girl's pretty and agile little pussy than wallowing drunk and alone any night.

She too seemed to no longer be crying for her lost relationship. Now she was crying for joy and giving pleasurable moans and cries as her stoat lover fucked her beyond the precipice of a regular orgasm.

As he pumped into her body, Kale wasn't going to fool himself a second time. He knew that there was likely little reason for this relationship to go anywhere special. Physical distraction even combined with emotional appeal and encouragement wasn't enough for a solid relationship. These were not the best forms of communication for what ailed them.

Although he was sure he and Liyla would probably do this form of exercise and communication a lot more in the future.

She needed a place to stay, and he could provide it. If she wanted to pay him rent once she got a job, he would not object. It wasn't exactly legal, given that Kale already paid the landlord himself, but they might arrange a compromise. The last thing he was want to do, was make her think she had to pay for room and board with sex. That wasn't something he was comfortable with.

But two friends and roommates, sharing each others bodies as they made their way in the world. That was doable...that was honorable. They might both be able to find a compromise in such a solution.

"MOTHER FUCKER!" Squealed Liyla suddenly as before Kale knew it he had shoved his knot into her pussy with one good hump. Her body stiffened and she collapsed onto his chest, pressing her breasts to his pecs, burying her face in his neck.

"Sorry...Sorry!" Moaned Kale, feeling his knot puncture her confines and bury itself inside. His knot locked inside her and rested tight deep in her snatch.

One of his paws stroked her blue hair while the other patted her back. He pressed his muzzle into her neck and lapped and kissed at her flesh.

"You took it like a champ baby," he moaned, giving a test pull and feeling his knot not able to budge even an inch.

"You're damn right I did, try giving a girl warning next time!"She hissed back. Liyla then stroked over his chest before cupping is muzzle with one paw. "You're fully tied to me aren't you?" She inquired.

He only nodded then kissed her snout lovingly. The mouse blushed as he did so and chittered happily. Nuzzling his muzzle with hers she bestowed a string of affection against him.

"Fine then, here we go," she further moaned and began grinding herself softly and quickly along is body. She wasn't risking taking his knot deeper into her, but was moving her body over his. Grinding his dick deep inside her so all her pleasure spots were caught in the crossfire.

"Ah...oh!" She squeaked, grinding overtop of him. He could feel the peak he had been eyeing, growing even closer. To help her Kale began feeling up her backside and nipping at her breast with his teeth and tongue.

"Come on then Liyla! Squeak for me mousey...SQUEAK!" he hollered and dug his face into her chest, lapping at her breasts. As his muzzle feasted on her chest, his paws descended on her clit and tail stem, working and manipulating both to his hearts content.

Liyla set off like a rocket and gave the loudest squeak any mouse could make, stiffening her body and climaxing hard all over her lover.

The flow and spurt of warm fem cum plastered both their thighs and drenched his balls in her smell. Their bodies wriggled and contorted together as Kale orgasmed along with her, finally cresting his climax's ridge. His cock spurting strings of potent musty cum into her body.

They shook and rolled alongside each other, clinging to one another as their bodies connected and mended in ways their minds couldn't...And didn't want to.

Capturing her muzzle in a kiss, Kale silenced her squeaks and caught her breath with his own, placing paws on her face and holding her there.

Kale waited until both their bodies stopped shaking. Her orgasms were draining but waining while his last spurts emptied. The stoats large balls deflating with the final spurts of his drenched seed. His feeling of emptiness was starting to wash away as her body also recovered its strength. Their orgasm had taken and asked much of them, now it was time for their bodies to recover and give back.

Rolling over to the side of the bed, Kale reached underneath and picked up a decanter of water from a small stool under the bed. He poured the canter into a tall glass that was also there, filling it high. Sex never felt as tiring as it did when one was dehydrated. Though sex often was the reason why people were dehydrated.

He pressed the tall glass to the mouse girls lips and gently held her as she drank her fill. He made sure to not tip the glass too high so she wouldn't choke. Her eyes were closed and clenched tight, not wanting to open them. She simply allowed his direction to guide her.

She trusted him to guide her. That made Kale smile the most. He loved that she was trusting enough of him, given their small time together.

As she finished drinking she parted her lips and splayed her tongue catching the last few drops as he angled the glass back.

"Was that good?" He asked her gently, sipping the last of the water from the glass for himself.

She nodded and put her hands on his chest, scratching her claws through his chest fur. The content smile she wore gave the male a sense of direct pride.

"So, so good!" She moaned. With a small shudder she contorted her body and curled into a ball, still shivering as she remembered everything he had made her feel.

"I'm glad love," he whispered and gently brought her into his lap, snuggling her tight against him.

They held together for several minutes before the mouse girl pushed away from him and gave him a wink.

"Got a shower around here?" Liyla inquired.

"Just across the hall," he answered timidly. He himself was more fond of baths than showers.

The mouse girl got up and stood tall and naked before him, sweat drenched and lithe. Her breasts gently swayed as she took a deep breath, while her toes and fingers clenched and unclenched passively. Her thin tail shook and curled, the little furred pom at the end flickering back and forth.

She took in the handsome naked stoat in front of her. His proud length was still somewhat hard and dripping his essence onto the sheets. His bare black fur was hard to make out without the moonlight from the window. Like her he was stretching his arms and legs, giving her body an equally appreciative look.

"Join me!" She squeaked and turned to walk out of the room, shaking her ass at him. Her tail even made a "come here" gesture as she left. It flickered back and forth in sway with her butt and hips.

The stoat gulped for a second before he found his body lifting itself up to follow her.

Catching up to her quickly as she entered the silver tiled bathroom, he wrapped his paws around her shoulders and held her tight. Directing her into the shower, the stoat fiddled with the knobs to start spraying hot water over them.

The initial spray of cold was bothersome but it did help to get the rest of him back into his sheath.

Kale shielded Liyla's body from the cool water, pressing her into his chest to keep her warm. The water soon began to heat until it was fiery hot. As it burned along his back, Kale let the mouse girl go then and share in the spray of warm water.

Liyla leaned back into him, kissing his jawline and angling her ass back into his sheath. Their paws danced over each others shoulders and chests, slathering their drenched fur, washing the sweat and grime from their bodies.

Kale brought a small bottle of body wash to bear, spurting a glob of the sweet smelling liquid onto his palms and rubbing them together before he pressed them into his fur then hers.

She groaned and tilted her head back as she felt his paws roaming over her tight body.

"That feels so good Kale," she moaned. The mouse girl clasped his paws with hers and kissed his nose as he leaned down towards her.

"I know it does my little flower, I know it does," he whispered into her pointed ear.

They stood together in the shower and spray unmoving, letting the water wash away the result of their lovemaking. Spending a particular moment to wash their sticky love essence from their undersides. This proved more tricky for Liyla, who had to stand bow legged, letting the water and her inner muscles to wash and squeeze out what hadn't dripped from her already.

"Kale?" Asked the mouse girl gently.

"Yeah," he replied.

"We're not a thing are we?"

"No...not until you say we are," he laughed gently. "I told you, this wasn't a good thing for us..." he trailed off.

"It's okay..." She responded. "I needed to feel something other than anger and sadness, and you gave me that. I thought there was nothing that could make me feel better, but...you made me feel so good!" She moaned into his chest.

"I know the feeling little mousey," he teased, licking her ear. "We don't need to be a thing if you're not ready...I'm not either. But, if you need some help to feel good and feel loved again, just ask me okay," he reassured her.

Liyla pressed into him and pawed gently at his chest.

"Oh don't worry, we WILL be doing this again...After all, I still need to taste you, don't I?" She teased with a wink and a growl.

Kale felt his crotch fire up once again as his sheath tingled. She was more than a mouse, she was a tiger when she was horny. He was looking forward to testing more of her fiery capability in the future. If she stayed with him, that was good, if not he hoped she would stick around. He liked her presence.

It wasn't necessarily heathy, he knew that. He had known that all night. However, it was something to experience. More importantly it had been a sign that his life wasn't over. Even if he did not have Meadow, he could still move on and be with others. He still had things to experience, and young bodies to explore and make scream...Or squeak in this case.

His heart still hurt, and he was still broken, they both were. It would take far more than one night of sexual exploration to make them forget the hurt they had received.

That said it was a start, for them at least this was a way to heal. Kale no longer felt the crippling loss that he had suffered when he felt that Meadow would never be his. Even if he didn't have Meadow by his side, he could still have others. That was a reassuring sense which made him feel like things could be okay. It was also as much as he could hope for right now. Only looking to each day to get better. If they could do it together though, that would be great.

In their own shared way, they would be both broken and mending.

The end...for now.