-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Sexy Mousie" - (c) Sapphire, October 13, 1992 - sapphire_dreamspinner@yahoo.com Barb is copyrighted by Barb and used with permission. All rights reserved, no portion of this story may be copied without written permission of the author. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The soft sounds of REM filtered into my head, or should I say finally reached my head after a long while of fuzziness, that light fluffiness that one feels after having made love. I brushed the locks of bright blonde hair out of her eyes, caressing her forehead with the back of my furred fingers. I was afraid that I would wake her up if I moved from my slightly uncomfortable position upon the couch. The arm of the plush blue monster had been digging into my back since we had finished our lovemaking, and she had fallen asleep, which was different from her usual bounce back persona. I moved with soft grace, shifting myself into a new position to hold the sleeping mouse within my arms, still trying not to wake her up. She made a soft noise, and curled her head against my breast, planting a sleepy kiss upon the top of it before settling in again to her slumber. My leopard spots were hardly noticeable this early in the morning, or late at night, as the case may be, they nestled against my tanned fur almost imperceptibly. I lowered my head, to kiss the very top of hers, as a show of love, to show that I cared, and squeezed her lightly with my slender arms. She snuggled in further, looking up at me with her rainbow tinted eyes which were still covered with the pleasant sensuality of sleep. Our muzzles met, the warm feelings rushing through me anew. I couldn't help but smile at her, because she was one of the most easygoing women I knew, despite her rough and tough attitude. "I thought you were asleep, Mousielover, " I whispered softly to her, a slight smile upon my face. "I was, Kittylittle. Until *you* woke me up." She ribbed me, teasing me like she always did, one of the traits that I loved about her. I blushed softly, only *slightly* guilty that I had woken her up. Since she was up, now, we would be able to play or something, or talk. She's wonderful either way, when she's asleep or she's awake, but she's a lot more entertaining when she's awake. "The couch was gettin a little uncomfortable. It's not good to have the weight of the mouse laying upon me all night, ya know. I'm a cat, but I still have kidneys. " I said with the most serious look upon my face. I knew that she could see right through it, though, because she knew me all too well. Barb giggled a little bit, the most relaxed that I had seen her in a while. "How long have I been out of it?" she asked, slowly turning to face me, perpendicular to my slim feline body. I smiled, lightly touching her petite breasts with a light claw, purring all the while. "Oh, I dunno, about an hour or two. Haven't been keeping track of time, really, just been listening to music and dreaming." I said, the words coming out in what seemed like a trance, after she had gotten her sleep, I was now thinking about mine. How sad, really. "Dreamin'? Bout what?" She asked, her eyes swirling into a twinkling shade of blue, showing her contentment and curiosity. I always wondered what it meant when her eyes turned colors, they seem to be a direct link to the mood that she's in, but I've never figured out what her mood is at any given time. I can only tell really when she's making noises to accompany the colors of her eyes. Despite all of the many lovers that I have had over time, those of all species, this one, Barbara, was the one who made the most impressions upon me. My other loves had something over me, something to be defined, but Barb was just Barb. She was one of those ladies that I would want to have in my bed forever, and propose to, but I'm already married, and she's not interested in marrying me, or at least hasn't shown any interest in said subject. My wife though, hasn't been there for me for quite a while, and we may be getting a divorce. Barb, she was different, not letting anyone influence her, leading a more independent life than I did. Really impressive, I thought, since I am not as easily impressed as some would think. With her rough and tough attitude, she manages to take my frown, and my trepidation, and make it into love. One of the magical effects that she held over me, even if she didn't know it. I was really too embarrassed to talk about it to anyone except my journal. "Just 'bout things" I said, trying to avoid the answer. If she couldn't tell just by the way that I held her, the way that my body easily conformed to hers, that was fine, I didn't want to scare her with any thoughts of commitment. Besides, even though I wanted it, I didn't think that she did, since she would go out and play with all the others around. Not saying that I would require my mousie lover to be faithful to me, if I committed to her, but I would be faithful to her. A quick thought went through my head, this was silly..... I was interrupted mid thought by Barb's mousie fingers tickling me over my sides, something which made me smile and burst into gigglings. I halfheartedly attempted to stop her, but to no avail, she kept on, reducing me into a furry kitten mush with fast scritchings and ticklings. "C'mon.. tell! Tell or I'll keep ticklin ya! " "Okay.. okay... " Yes, that didn't take very long for me to give in, but her hands combined with the way she was looking at me made me want to reveal my inner deepest darkest secrets. Her eyes now had a tinge of yellow in them, presumably meaning more curiosity, but I didn't know exactly. "I was thinking about us.. and the way that we get along so well.. and umm.. some fantasies." For some reason, I was faltering around my own words, something which I do in either times of stress, or when I am caught up in the moment. Doesn't happen often, really. This wasn't really stressful, but I didn't want to mess up, our relationship was solid in where it stood, but it still didn't keep me from not wanting to make a fool of myself. "Yea, go on" She said with her a gleaming smile upon her face, though behind that, I could see that she was doing a lot of thinking, and wondering what I was going to say next. We had been going out for quite a while, having been lovers since about the time of the fight that I had with my current wife. She said that she admired me because I was tough like she was, and that I interested her. At first, though, I liked her, but not as much as I do now, after we've sat down and talked for hours on end about everything under the sun. The sex was really nice too, but there's something to be said about a woman who will sit down and talk to you instead of immediately jumping into your bed, and begging for attention. I get that alot, from many different women and men, but Barb is different about it, she's a hell of a lot more easygoing than most. "I am really attracted to you.. and in love with you.. Hey, stop that!" She was lowered against my nipple, suckling upon it with childlike abandon. She was kinda rough with it, but knew that it made me happy. My pink nubs rose to the occasion, peeking out of my fur clad breasts as I tried to speak. I looked down at her, her little pink tongue sticking out at me, much like a content cat. She had been taking lessons from me on how to be a cat, or act like one at least, and she appeared as if she were learning well. She smiled at me with her most innocent smile, her little lips pouting just the slightest bit around the edges. I melted with that look, letting one of my hands brush over her white furred tummy slowly. I could feel that warm tingling sensation of my arousal, but wanted to actually finish this conversation before we made love again. She lowered her head, crossing her arms like a sullen child, teasing me. "I wanted.. to ask you to marry me. In the future, nothing now, but I wanted to get that out. You are one of the most special women that I know, and I know that I've not paid enough attention to you, and.. " "My little old mousie self? You want to marry *me*?!?" she interrupted my babbling. I did want to marry her, right then and there, even though I was already married. I hadn't seen my wife in nearly six months, and it was beginning to be a relationship only in fantasy, rather than in actuality. I wanted some sort of commitment with Barb, any sort of thing to show her I cared. Yes, the idea was probably very silly. I knew I would be told that I was doing something on impulse, doing my monthly or bi monthly proposal, but the funny thing is, that this felt different. It wasn't like anything I had ever done or felt, or if it was, it was more intense than it normally was, this time with Barb. Call it the sentimental kitten within me, the side that wants to bring flowers to lovers, the side which was romantic, the one which was the monogamous side. "Yeah.. you got a problem with that? " After hanging around her for a long time, I picked up some of her speech patterns, sometimes to tease her, and sometimes to make light of it. This time, though, it was just to play with her. Making light of the situation, so to speak, this time. "No, I don't have a problem with that, Saphkitty." She remarked, quickly, smiling broadly. "I never been asked by anyone to marry 'em 'fore" She literally bounced in my lap, I couldn't help but notice the slight wetness between her legs as they brushed upon my furred thigh. Her eyes were going through the entire rainbow as I looked at them, I guess that means happiness. Somehow I expected her to say a smart comment like 'we hardly know each other' or 'but we only just met' even though we had slept with each other several times, and probably would many more times in the future. But she didn't, staying silent and smiling upon my face, like a child who has brought home straight A's to her parents. "Does that mean you will?" I said as I caressed lower to her thicker down of pubic ruff. As I slid my fingers through her mons, she whispered, with a more tender tone, "yes.. " Her kiss was exotic and erotic, one of those kisses that will make me have an orgasm if it goes on for too long. I knew though, that there would be time for that, later. Her small tail wriggled against my legs, its point tickling me lovingly. I had never really felt her tail move against me like that before, just one of the many things that I was noticing about this wonderful lady who was to eventually be my wife. Wife, now that was a word that rolled easily off of my tongue when talking about her, but it was funny, in the fact that I cringed whenever it was mentioned about other furries. She moved her well muscled mousie body closer to me, wrapping her legs around my body. I was kinda thin, so it was easy. Her hips were raised so that her legs could drape over my thighs, and I could see the little touches of pink between her legs. She placed her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly, which is pretty tight for a small mouse like Barb. "You've made me the happiest kitten in the world, love." I said, and it was so true. Barb was a girl that I had been wanting for a long time, to sleep with, for a lover, for a friend, you name it, I dreamed of it. I beamed, and could feel the warm fuzzy energy bouncing off of my body into hers like it did when I was ecstatic. I felt like I was on top of the world, even though we were just resting on my couch. "And I'm the happiest mousie in the world, so we're even" I couldn't help but grin, we had been having a debate about who loved who more, following the traditional banter back and forth. Usually it ended up with me saying something like "We love each other, so we're even" and she was turning the tables on me. She whispered, really close to my face, 'I love you, Sapphire' and before I could answer, she kissed me again, with her whiskers interlacing with mine, her hands rubbing at the back of my neck in slow patterns. I mmmmmed, my long arms sliding downward to touch at the small of her back, near the base of her tail, scritching there to get her light down of fur all out of place. I was giddy, nothing that anyone could say to me after that would get me down, because Barb had said yes to me. I knew that one day I would do this, and nearly every time that I was with her, I turned off the telepathic messages which come through for all furries. I wanted to shout it to the world, and have everyone there exuberant in my joy, but this once, I was going to keep quiet. There was a lot that still needed to be done, like having my marriage annulled, trying to explain it to everyone, those who thought that our marriage would last forever. It would be hard to explain this to my other lovers, some especially would be hurt that I didn't marry her, and there were a few others. One of my other lovers was my soulmate, yes, and I knew I should marry her, and be with her, but our relationship had evolved beyond that, essentially, beyond marriage, since there were some things that she did that got on my nerves. Granted, there is always something which gets on my nerves about everyone, I know things aren't bliss all the time, that there are fights, there are disputes over little things. I thought about what my friends would say to me about that, she would probably say that I was doing something too spontaneous and that I should hold off for a little bit. Well, I had told Barb that it would be in a while, so it would be a testing out period for the both of us, the time in between. Honestly and truly, I hoped that Barb wouldn't disappear on me like the other women had, I really honestly hoped that this one would last forever. I am one of those cats who goes by the theory that if they're not around, they are out of mind, but Barb is one of those very few who has broken through that. I want to be with her a lot, she draws me to her with her hardassed attitude, since I know that she is a softie underneath. Some would say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but in my case it's different. I want to make the most of it, which is why I hoped she would stay around. Yeah, it was the sentimental kitten in me coming out, but it was that kitten who got me engaged, ne? Not saying that it wasn't special, but it didn't compare to the gala events that I had seen in other's ceremonies. I wanted something that would gain attentions to this event, embellishing it upon the memories of all of the furries of the land. Okay, so I thought big, but this was a big thing for me. I wanted it to be the most special event that it could be, with no expense overlooked. I can't believe that I was thinking about this, at such a time, but I was trying to find reasons so I could justify this to my other friends and lovers, compare the good points, and the bad points. I have always had the trouble of being overly logical with my decisions, making them and then going back on them when I found a better method or means of achieving what I wanted to. My goals with Barb were met, though, she always made me really happy when I was with her, and made me happy when I wasn't as well. There are a lot of lovers that I simply tolerate, that I make love to once, and then regret having done that, because they will hang around me for days on end, trying to bed me again. I lack patience when that happens, but I am way too nice about it, not telling them about my dissentions. In Barb's case, though, I was seeking *her* out, and wanting her affections, rather than the other way around. A definite point in her favor. She broke our kiss softly, with a little smack of the muzzles. When I thought about stuff while kissing, I sometimes forgot what my mouth was doing, regardless of how wonderful the kiss itself felt. I caught myself doing it again, thinking, then quelled it as fast as it had come. I riveted my entire attention upon my bride to be, smiling. "Didja say somethin' 'bout fantasies?" She asked me with the most teasing of tones, urging me on to reveal my ideas. She snuggled against me lightly as she watched, and waited and listened. That was another thing that I really liked about her, she was eager to listen, and be listened to, unlike many of the furred ones that I've met who are so concerned with themselves that they forget other's feelings. That, and I imagined that we would perform the fantasy after I spilled it out. She was hot, with a warmth that could only be described as arousing, her body heat licked around my chest where she pressed to me. "I was just thinking of you, Barb, goin on a search for mousiehoney in the shower at night. There were other ones, love, but they were kind of kinky, like tying you up and pleasuring you, or turning into a male and taking you there.. But you wanna know the main one?" I asked softly, after babbling again. Man, I have to stop this babbling stuff, but my thoughts are always going at least a million miles an hour, so it's really hard to keep up with just one at a time. I did have that ability to turn into a male, it was easy, just a little manipulation of the magic which is around me. It's essentially just a matter of concentrating really hard, and there it is, me, with penis and all. I didn't really like that form, though, it was a bit too constricting for me, and I never knew how to act. That, and my female lovers who were lesbians would not like that in the least. Not one of those things that I do often. "Yeah" she said, aroused by my thoughts. I could tell, because of the musky mousy scent which now pervaded the room as she spread her legs wider around my body, bending her knees more. She knew that got to me, being a cat I was drawn to clean up little wet messes that came off of the 'little cats' of women. I inhaled deeply, trying to collect my thoughts through the astounding arousal that I was feeling all on my own. "You just fulfilled it, love, by saying yes to me. " I said lightly, grinning. "I guess we'll have to fall back on some of the others, then, ne?" She kissed me softly, nodding.. she whispered, "I guess we will, Kittylittle, I guess we will" She made all of my fur stand on end, something which hardly ever happens to me, signaling me that I was ready for nearly anything that she would do. I guess I was easy to please, taking all of the thoughts that were going through my head, and exploding them into a thousand little pieces. She definitely knew how to please me, and I hoped that I could do the same for her. We kissed again, a slower kiss, one to savor. Our tongues played across each other gently, frolicking and dancing around across jaws, roofs of mouths, and teeth. This kiss was one of the most passionate that we had shared, fingers roaming everywhere over each other's bodies. Mine was placed just over her tiny nipples, using just my thumb to flick at them, the other fingers used as support. Her hand was snaking downward to my pubis, caressing over my thigh and hips in a spiderlike motion. This was wonderful, to say the least. After she broke her next kiss, she opened her eyes to look at my feline figure, her irises swirling through many different colors before settling upon a rainbow again. I knew that she was up to something, but I wasn't sure, until she laid down upon the couch, her legs still wrapped around my body. She was going to lt me do what I always liked to do with her, and eat her out. That was cool, really, I enjoyed it immensely, because she was always a reacting lover, letting me know if she was liking things vocally. She thrust her hips up to me, allowing me to see her glistening mousie pussy. I gasped softly, just breathing in the view of it before doing anything. Anthropomorphic mice are built in about the same way that humans are, with respect to their nether regions, but a little bit smaller. I saw her hardened little nipples poking out of her plush white fur, then saw her face which was rimmed over with anticipation, and need. I could feel my body reciprocating her need, my kittenish parts swelling slightly under the slow blood rush that came upon the sight of that little flower. I grazed my fingertips slowly over her tummy, drawing several small lines in her fur, and could vaguely hear her moan at my touch. She knew that playing with another woman got to me more than being played with. I guess that I have always been eager to please, a true submissive, some would say. Looking down at the soft petals of her body made me tingle all over, her body beautiful. I guess though, that this was one of the hazards of having her as a wife, having her wanting me to please her. Oh well, I guessed that I would live with it, though not at all reluctantly. I figured, though, that if she touched me at all, that I would seep all over the seat of the couch, a stain which is difficult to clean up. My purr was evident in the room, about the only sound, except for the soft strains of her breathing. I pushed her slowly back to the other end of the couch, so her head rested upon the scattered pillows there, her legs still spread. She squeaked softly as I guided her into a waiting position, while lowering myself downward so my body was sprawled over the edge of the couch. I discovered, though, that this would not work, since I did not keep a good sense of balance, and I didn't want to slip and hurt her with my teeth. With a casual gesture, I slid the coffee table which lay near out of the way, and kneeled onto the fuzzy powder blue carpet, spreading myself out, with my legs spread behind me. She saw my cue, and joined me, in the same position, with her knees propped up, now with one leg sprawled across the seat of the couch, and the other atop the table. I took mental pictures of this moment, with the way that she was laying, it really turned me on, the way her nether lips parted, and how the dawn was just coming in the window made the drops upon it glisten in all kinds of rainbow colors, just like her eyes. "Well, don't just sit there, kittylove, eat me" she said playfully, and eagerly. I usually spend way too much time thinking about what I'm going to do next, rather than just doing it, as I should. I could see that she was waiting, she was trying to cover up her soft panting with little noises, even before I touched her. Frankly, I made no bones about the fact that I was hot to the extreme, wanting her so badly. "As good as done, lover" I said as I slid my knees out from under me. Feeling the carpet brush over my fur was exhilirating, though not as exhilirating as tasting her again would be. We had made love earlier in the day, each of us tiring the other out with their experienced tongues, but every time was new, regardless of if we were doing the same thing as we had done earlier. I wiggled my body into the floor, and brough my arms forward to slowly part her lips, the lighter pink gleaming. Bringing my feline muzzle into her little lips, I could just barely hear her gasp, but I was fully entranced by the moment. I let my tongue leave my lips, tasting her as if for the first time, the salty musky taste of her fluids made me produce much of my own. I took small licks at her, caressing over the inner folds of her 'kitty' with gentle strokes. I curled my tongue the semi rigid nub of her clitoris, savoring it as she squeaked, bucking against my body. I flicked my tongue a little faster over it, using my upper row of teeth to lift the hood up, tappling out soft trains of morse code upon her body, each time sending long shivers up her spine. I felt my bride to be close her legs around my head, pulling me into her, encouraging me to my work. My fingers glanced over her lower parts, down to her anus and back up again, following the line between colon and vagina, then entering the slicker opening slowly as my tongue circled downward to meet them. I traced a slow circle, removing my long furred fingers, now wet with her honey, and slid it in, using my long feline tongue to gather up the inner fluids produced from Barb's body. She reacted with a short squeaking sound, her paws clenched upon both the couch and the table, grasping at anything she could in her pleasure. I could feel her produce more and more nectar as I bathed her sensitive regions with my tongue, knowing that she was very close to orgasm, her body shivering almost uncontrollably. Curling my tonngue upward, I could taste the musky mousiness of her wall, the sounds of her panting getting louder and louder, nearing almost booming volume. I flicked my tongue inward a little further, allowing just enough room with my muzzle for my fingers to brush over her smallish clitoris at the same time. When I touched it, she reacted violently, bucking herself towards me in splended ecstasy, dripping all over my mouth and chin. Lapping her juices up, I felt very near orgasm myself, the scent of her was driving me wild, her taste was unlike any I had tasted before. I pushed the small nub of my muzzle inward, my long tongue going wild inside of her, gathering her delight from all of the places that I could. Her mousie body shook again, and another bout of fluids washed over my awaiting tongue, another orgasm for my soon to be wife. After thoroughly cleaning her, I slowed down, my jaws getting a bit tired after all. She released my head from her legs, and I looked up, over her body to see her large content mousie smile, but not the traces of sleep that were present the last time. She reached down with her small paw and slowly ruffled my hair, grinning at me. I scrambled up her body, straddling her head with my arms, holding myself up as I kissed her gently upon the lips so she could taste the fruits of my labor. She buzzed with happiness, nipping gently upon my lips to show that she cared, and that she was eager to please me. I knew that one touch by her fingers, or one more of those hot kisses would get me off, but I wasn't concerned about me, I had always wanted my lovers to be the one pleased, and I would take care of myself. Not to say that it wasn't nice to cum, but there are more interesting things in life, like seeing your lover cream from something you did. She sat up slowly, to get her bearings, and fell into my awaiting arms, nuzzling her whiskers at my neck. I knew that she would be ready to go again in about ten or so minutes, because of the type of cybermousie that she was. I forget the actual model and make, but she's a pleasure model. I always wondered how she felt so furry, and so wonderful in my arms, but I have never asked her about that, it never was important to me. Her hands slid excruciatingly slowly over me, her body warm with sweat and honey. She looked softly at me, with a vague smile upon her face, her mousie fingers traveling downard to my sopping cunny. She licked her lips as she her finger slowly brushed over my labia, making me tremble vigorously. Her finger was met with a sudden onrush of fluids as I fell into her arms. Told you it didn't take much at this point. I felt the flood of orgasm wash over me, and I became extremely pleased, every muscle now relaxed. She giggled softly, "It doesn't take much to please my kitty, does it?" She said this to me as I was in the brief fog of my orgasm, almost mocking, yet still a bit of humor within her voice. "No, not when I have mousies like you in my arms. You're wonderful, Barb" I remarked, feeling that she could possibly ask me anything and I would answer. Orgasm for me is like a truth serum, if I take it, and do it, it's simply wonderful. Call me easy to please, call me anything else, but I knew that I was in love with Barb, not just for her sexual prowess. This one went beyond that, into something special shared between two ladies, a kind of bond. We clambered up to the couch, and I held her softly, using the back of the couch to prop me up. I wrapped my arms around her like she was a cuddlemousie, purring softly into her rounded ears. She smiled at me, scritching down my legs and knees, through the soft fur of my body. I couldn't resist myself, and so I kissed her upon the forehead. "Did you like that, my mousie wife to be? " I asked, after coming out of the brief haze. That was one of the things that I was trying to stop, that haze that came over me. Yes, it was very nice, but my lover could gain complete control over me during said phase. With Barb, though, I didn't mind, she could have my power any time that she wanted to, and I figured that she knew that, implicitly. "Yes.. " She kissed me again, with a smile. I was in heaven, and wanted to stay with her here, on this couch, for the rest of my days. Perhaps married life wouldn't be so bad, ne?