Drunk Cartoon Mouse Novels & Stories

Axel leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Little tramp. Your body's itching for it, isn't it? Let's see how much longer you can last." He sped up the friction. My body went crazy, secreting slick fluid like a faucet. At that moment, the fire in my belly shot straight to my brain. The craving inside me begged to be set free. I couldn't take it anymore. "Daddy... please. Give it to me, harder."

If things go bad, well you end up like me, a used toy hoping for a second chance, don't tell me no, I know how the others think. "You ready to do our assignment?" Mouse says, I nod my head yes, today's assignment is ice and hot play, he'll have to get me all...uhh turned on using ice play, using ice cub all over the body. Yeah, I was really interesting, I never tried that before but was ready to try, well with Mouse I am.

Dallion’s lips twitched into a faint smirk, his expression almost mocking. “A fair question, little mouse. Life would be dreadfully boring if I skipped the theatrics every time. There are moments when it’s necessary to walk among the shadows, to breathe in the grit of this city. Skipping steps makes you lose touch. Besides…” He paused, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. “I enjoy the convoy rides. It’s the perfect time to plan moves, strategize... or just reflect.”

If you have ever been drunk while driving you would understand how I feel, I almost is a shift of chances, I ran into a trailer because I was drunk and suddenly went into a sharp deep sleep on the starring, next was a bright headlight the vehicle sparkles out my consciousness when I knew I was face to face with a trailer. It was like a movie when a huge dog bounced on my car and pulled me out, the way my car was compressed from the smash of the heavy-duty trailer, one would describe the driver's body as shrinking into a squeezed paper. Drake pops up with an unplanned smile on his face and both of hugged each other like a brother who had missed the other and the unhugged.

Mj laughed nervously and licked her lips “there have been a few times Mara and I would get pretty wasted after closing at the bar and we thought we saw kittens running around the parking lot so we chased them only to figure out they were skunks” Dante laughed and Mj rolled her eyes again “so I mean hallucinating when I’m drunk is super normal for me” she stopped and shook her head and Dante could feel how terrified she was becoming, not just because he could feel it through the bond they shared but her hands were cold and clammy and she was starting to tremble. Dante grabbed Mj by the wrists and pulled her into his lap, turning her so that her back was against his chest and he wrapped his a

That made the dragon happy and his humans happy too. I cough again and can't seem to draw air into my lungs. When the fit passes, I'm completely worn out. My chest and throat hurt with violent trembles racking my body and causing additional ache. "Meagan." I whisper silently in my head. I swear I can feel her finger slide over my cheek. No. It's a mouse and I'm too exhausted to shoo it away. I laugh silently. I'm quiet as a mouse. Oh little mouse, in a very short time you and your friends will have a feast. But I'm not dead yet. The laughter in my head is a little crazier now.

Vincenzo Dante Volkov; “Oh my god... did you see how fast that thing was moving? I could barely keep up!” Little Mouse exclaimed as we made our way to the ice cream truck. She giggled, pulling me to the front as if the ice cream would magically run out before we got our turn. “You’ve got to calm down, Little Mouse,” I teased. “Stop acting like such a kid.” She rolled her eyes at me, clearly enjoying herself. "Hey… I’m really craving some mint ice cream," she said, her eyes practically sparkling with excitement.