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Diary of a rubber mouse, entry two.

It's been a hell of a time this last few days. I found more signs of sanity and tried sniffing out the sources, only to end up muzzle deep in a snake den.

Oops.

Thankfully, the snake wasn't home. I nearly lost my own skin at the size of a human-sized shed hide, though! Maybe he still had his mind, but I wasn't going to stick around and find out. Rubber or not, I'm still a mouse; primary prey to snakes.

Primary prey to everything now that I think of it.

There were a few water bottles in the nest, so they were staying hydrated at least. I made sure to cover my tracks out of there in case something else stumbled upon that snake's den. I've got a strange scent, so I'm not as likely to be followed, but I do try to keep from leaving behind a trail. Still, I'm ever more hopeful that there are others out there trying to live like I am.

Another interesting thing I found out there the other day was a neat little device that had to have been left behind by some sort of researcher. It was fixed to a wall and quite likely a scanner of some kind. It didn't react to me at all but that was probably so it wouldn't set of any potentially violent ferals and get trashed. It was across the street from a pet store, which was in a horrific state. The whole block smelled like I did after getting dog-piled by some coyote folks. I'm pretty sure I ended up screwing one of those boys myself during that little event. Getting off topic...

Actually, a lot of places in the city are completely unrecognizable. The whole place has the faintest smell of... Life? I'm able to detect more scents than before, and even have a little bit under my lip that lets me smell things that carry messages. It's an instinctive thing, but I'm able to get an idea of a feral's attitude and even age! There's urine and spunk in the air, as well as a hint of blood. Certain areas got hit harder than others, like the aforementioned pet store. The big resort in town got smashed to pieces, and I'm pretty sure there's a colony of skunks living there. I wasn't going to get too close, just in case.

The public parks and garden areas got off easier. By easier I mean they weren't totally destroyed.

The rest of the city seems to be crumbling more by the day, but plants and trees aren't affected. They did mutate though, like every other living thing. We've got some amazing flowers in the Arizona desert, but they tend to have toxic thorns and are all around unpleasant if you get too close. I shudder to think of what they might be like nowadays. Actually, I don't have to think too hard, since I witnessed a mutant plant doing something to another feral.

While I watched and masturbated.

The girl wasn't asking for help, and frankly I'd prefer not to test the limits of my durability on something like that. I've enjoyed my fair share of tentacle porn, but without knowing what the plant would do to me I wasn't gonna risk getting caught.

The plant already had her on the ground by the time I got to her; her screams were what drew me to that garden in the first place. She was on her back on the grass, a thick, smooth vine wiggling in her snatch and a different looking one in her mouth, pumping some sort of honey or sap into her muzzle. I think she was a bobcat, but she looked a bit greener by the time I could pull my eyes away. That plant worked her over so hard she was too blissed out to scream by the time the lower vine started spewing yellow-white goop into her. It must have been cum, unlike whatever aphrodisiac fluid was going into her mouth. Her arms and legs were bound firmly to the earth and they looked like they had been bleeding from punctures, but I couldn't make out wounds nor thorns. These ferals heal damn fast, which makes it too much effort to kill them without an actual weapon.

This vine was pumping cum into this poor cat-woman and she just sort of laid there moving her hips what little she could. I honestly think she was trying to get that vine deeper into her, if that were even possible at this point. It never stopped moving either, thrusting and squirming while subtle expansions rippled through it and into her cunt. The stuff kept splattering out around the vine, pooling under her and getting her lower region sticky with plant gunk.

Then, believe it or not, the feeder vine let go of her mouth at one point and another like the one in her snatch burst right up from the ground beside her!

She struggled some, mewling and trying to get that vine into her mouth as quick as she could, completely lost from the word go. Once it was in there she was swallowing down more thick goop and moaning around the the tendril as her belly started to round out from the volume of the fluids forced into her body. I left shortly after, partially because I had finished masturbating, and partly because the scent in the area was affecting my thoughts. Ever since my recovery, I've been better at knowing when I'm losing it.

Yesterday wasn't quite as strange, but still worth writing about if it helps clear my head. The hunt for food was done for the day, and frankly I'm not ready to try finding fresh protein shakes.

I really miss solid food.

I was walking away from the squirrel, after dragging him into an alley so he wouldn't get spotted, and I heard music!

It was some pop song, but the odd thing was that I couldn't pinpoint the direction it was coming from. No matter how I turned my head or angled my ears, the song just seemed to be coming from everywhere at once. It was gone before I could try searching much, but that was a really strange thing to hear.

Finally, today. I decided not to hunt since I had enough of a reserve to go on. I just explored the immediate area around my safe-house in hopes of remembering what part of the city it actually was. I found a hidden path that I hadn't explored before and it turned out to lead right to the community college I attended before this mess started! I now know that I'm rather far from my actual apartment and that's rather comforting in a way. Disasters are always worse close to home, aren't they?

I'll have to check out the campus next time I go out and about, it looked rather healthy from where I was standing. Signs of life, perhaps?

Hope, faith, joy, compassion, pride, human.