Mark’s New Home
Mark was a mouse. A small white mouse with beady red eyes and long auburn hair. He stood at a mere 4 inches. Mark came into this world with about 10 other brothers and sisters. His mother was kind a gentle. She nursed each of her new babes to be well-mannered. Mark had a lean figure, but he was neither buff nor stick-like. Mark also lived with his large, extended family in a pet shop. Each day, a human woman with yellow teeth would refill the water bottle and food pellets.
Each day, there were less and less of his brothers and sisters. His older brother, Thomas, was given to a teenaged boy. This boy said that Thomas would make the perfect lab mouse.
'What's a lab mouse?' Mark asked his mother.
Mark's mother knew of this saying, and knew it was a terrible thing indeed. Instead of putting fear into her other children, she simply said, 'I don't know. It must be lovely, though? Seeing the world out there, huh?'
Mark simply nodded his head as Thomas was loaded into a small cardboard box that had a gerbil printed on the outside. The gerbils were in the next case over, and the mice and them talked quite frequently. Mark did not know how to read, but he did know his letters. The words in big bubbly letters on this box read, 'S-M-A-L-L C-R-I-T-T-E-R'. Mark had seen this box before. It was where his other brothers and sisters had left him in.
The last sibling left, we Rose, a tiny white mouse with a tiny black crest on her forehead. Mark had always watched out for Rose. But Rose soon left, leaving Mark all to his lonesome self. Rose was given to a little human girl who seemed mild-mannered. In fact, the girl showed no expression, neither happiness not fright when Rose was given to her. She did not say a word.
'She is a select mute. They say sometimes they will talk to pets, and she is afraid of dogs and allergic to cats.' The older human woman said to the lady with yellow teeth. And with that, Rose had disappeared into the same box Mark had seen his other siblings leave in.
But there was hope for Mark. No sooner had Rose left, another older teenaged boy came in. He had asked the woman with yellow teeth for a 'feeder mouse'. She said she only had one left small enough to be considered. With the exchanges made, Mark's cage had been opened, and he was plucked up from his older relatives and put into what seemed to be a familiar box.
The box was dark inside, and scared Mark. After a while, he got used to it, and was glad to see the world around him. You can only take so much of the same place all the time.
After a 15 minute wait, Mark's box was opened and light flooded into the small compartment. Briskly, Mark was thrown into a large glass cage. Within the caged arena, was a large dish of water, a log, and a hot, bright red lamp above him. Mark wondered if this kid knew anything about mice at all.
Then Mark was startled. As he turned around, a 25 inch ball python coiled with her head raised was right behind him.
'My name, is Minerva.' Minerva slyly said. Now, our copper, black and tan mistress treated Mark with great respect and dignity. Minerva even went so far as to service our dear... repressed mouse friend.
One night, Minerva seduced Mark into licking her. He started out gently, lapping sweetly at her soft pink. Upon the next night, Mark was craving for satisfaction of his own. Keeping in mind their size ratio, Minerva allowed Mark to have his way with her. 'After all, he won't be around for very long,' she thought to herself. Mark mounted her and began humping away. He went so fast, Minerva was surprised at how long he lasted. His speed made Minerva shutter. Snakes may be naturally cold blooded but her blood ran cooler as he began to speed even faster on her. At last, her released his tiny seed into Minerva.
'Minerva?' Mark questioned timidly.
'Yessss?' Minerva hissed.
'We've been acting...precariously recently. I was wondering... I mean--Would you mind doing something different to me?' Mark stuttered over his words, feeling foolish.
'You mean in other ways? Sure, I can be creative,' she smiled and curled around him. Tightly in the grasp of her middle section, she slowly moved the tip of her tail to the base of Mark's tail. Mark smiled carefully at her, his shaft exposing itself at her ginger touch. Her tip then went towards Mark's rear end, and in no time, she had penetrated Mark's anus. Mark sighed in ultimate relief. She pushed in and out, slowly at first, gradually picking up speed. He called out her name and grasped his tiny penis. At his wits end, he exploded. All over Minerva's eyes. She flicked her tongue out, and withdrew her tail quickly. She slithered away angrily, and now Mark, a fifth of her size, was trembling.
'What have I done?' He questioned himself over and over again.
Finally, Minerva moved from the tree trunk she had taken to. She approached Mark, and he quickly began apologizing.
'I'm so sorry. I didn't know it would go all over your beautiful face. I really didn't, please...please forgive me, Minerv--'
'Ssssssshh...' She calmed him. She took him in her coils, and wrapped him up nice and tight. She flicked her tongue out, almost lovingly to the poor mouse. She wrapped herself tighter and tighter around Mark. He was trying to call to her, saying she was squishing him, but to no avail. As soon as she heard 3 ribs crack, she released him, threw him against the glass and gave him a second to catch his breath. As soon as he realized what was going on, Mark was too late. Minerva lunged herself at him! Sinking her teeth into his neck, she wouldn't let go until he was completely motionless. When he was dead, she unhinged her jaw and started to swallow him whole. First the head, then the forefeet, the stomach, hind feet, and finally the tail. Usually Minerva ate all but the testicles. Which she never ate off her male companions. Her owner was ultimately confused by this. Minerva had finally gotten to play with her food long enough for real intercourse. Mark was naïve. He knew not of what snakes do to mice, and thus, she ate him all. Balls included, to the very tip of his tail. Such is the way of nature.