Missy and the Cat

Missy and the Cat

By Honey Moon

Missy was a good girl at heart, but knew her mother would not approve of her new part time job. Mamma was so old fashioned. She did not believe a young mouse should go out enticing all the males while not in her season.

Missy would never dream of shocking mamma, but boys were so, well, Boys! Besides, mamma couldn't object to her keeping the pantry full. She always made big tips working at Club Mouse-Holes. It may not be the most wholesome place for an attractive young mouse, but Missy loved the ambiance!

She thought about this with her front paws and one leg hooked around the pole as she gyrated to the pounding music. She let her tail sort of spiral out from her as she spun around the knitting needle embedded firmly in the floor of the nearly century old army footlocker. Located in a disused section of the hayloft, it had been there so long that no human even remembered it's existence. The cheering of the crowd was like music to her ears as she skillfully brushed a cute buck's twitching whiskers with her tail's tip as she twirled.

Missy knew she looked good. Her wide hips, narrow waist, and full firm breasts told the boys that she was just made to carry their pups. Her sleek brown fur had the sheen of good health, and her tail was unusually long and supple. Missy lost track of how many boys proclaimed that her delicate pink ears looked so adorable when they twitched to the throbbing beat as she danced. Since she was obviously happy at the attention she garnered, her nipples were clearly visible as they emerged from her fur.

Yes, Missy loved her job. She loved all the shining black eyes locked on her as she danced. She loved the generosity they showed when she wasn't at the pole, and got to perform more intimate acts for the aroused bucks. As long as she was very careful, it was a safe and very enjoyable way to keep food on the table.

Missy was caution itself. Every five days, she stayed home and barricaded herself in her safe secure lunchbox bedroom. She would have to be crazy to risk dancing for all the boys while in the fifteen hours of her estrus. No bouncer alive would be able to keep the horny bucks from rushing the stage to try and claim her.

Worse, Missy knew herself. The fifteen hours of her heat saw her in a frenzy of play with her trusty gold plated headphone jack. It was a gift from her sophisticated city dwelling cousin Gadget. Gadget, while lovely, was also a liberated genius. Why else would she live in a tree with a couple of randy chipmunks, and a huge mouse of a father figure more interested in cheese than females?

Thankfully, Gadget knew just what Missy needed to remain pup free in today's hectic times. A grateful Missy spent every estrus repeatedly “Plugging” herself into exhaustion, desperately fighting the urge to run outside and let any buck that happened by claim her as his prize!

She knew full well that if she was on stage during estrus, she would welcome each and every aroused buck's penis into her body, one right after the other. It was a mouse thing, and just couldn't be helped. Thankfully, the modern mouse knew that self stimulation was the key to remaining pup free.

Nope! Not her! She would not be like mamma! Missy loved her mother, and her twenty-six (and counting!) sisters and brothers, but motherhood was not for her! Mamma may think tempting the boys while not in your season was sinful, but the lovely older mouse didn't mind being claimed every time she was in heat. Heck, after the last litter of pups, mamma went out and got pregnant again just two days after delivering them! Mamma did look so cute with a big belly thought.

“Give it up for Madam Gouda!” Max the club owner yelled as he reached up and tapped the huge screen of the gigantic iPod touch that was the heart of Club Mouse-Holes excellent sound system.

Soy beans, sunflower seeds, dried peas, and corn rained on the stage like Manna from heaven. Missy playfully put the end of her tail between her bared breasts, and rather

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