Milestone Scouts

Some would say summer ended with August. Others say it died with September. None doubted that summer stayed longer than welcome this year. Despite the fall predictions being a cold nightmare; so far that was not going to be the case. 
The sun beat down on Milestone city. A gruelling heat, the kind where you could find yourself falling faint before you even realized it. High 30’s, maybe even 40’s in some places, but it felt far hotter to those that were not used to it. It would not be enough to stop the scouts of Milestone from hitting their cookie quotas. They needed those sales, sun be damned! 
For a city the size of Milestone, multiple scout districts were required. The one near Steelridge was of the smallest; a quaint hall style building nestled in the middle of a public park. The interior was what you would expect of a scout building. Banners hung from the rafters, immortalizing all their achievements over the last several decades. Project tables were set up in rows along the walls, many of which were covered in scrap paper and those wooden craft sticks. The entire building smelled of arts and crafts, with the hint of mildew from life jackets that had been left wet for too long. 
It was all part of the experience. One that many kids from the Steelridge area delighted in. When it was time to meet up twice a week, you better believe they were all there! 
The troop had a healthy mix of young cubs, tweens, and young teens; but the average age was ten. The inclusive environment allowed species off all sorts to join, big and small. With no restrictions on gender! 
The ratio of girls to boys was 3:1. Not that the boys ever complained about being out numbered, but it did lead to less boy oriented activities. Selling cookies, a girl scout activity, had been chosen for their troop to partake in. Much to the horror of the young boys, but they were promised something more agreeable in the future. 
8 am on a beautiful Saturday morning. The heat was not enough to deter the kids. They arrived in droves, chattering and squeaking; all of whom were dressed from tail to snout in their traditional uniforms. The girls wore a matching skirt and top, a drab olive green, with matching hat and sash. The boys were much the same, but wore pants or shorts.
Squeaking, chatting, barking kids filled the small room, but were quickly herded around the scout masters.
“We’ll be selling cookies today.”
Groans of disapproval rang out among many of the boys and a few of the girls. The scout master rolled his eyes and began to rattle out the safety rules.
“Wear sun screen... Remember to drink lots of water...” And he made sure to make eye contact with many of the kids before saying, “Do not trust strangers. Be safe, above all else.” 
All of the scouts in attendance nodded, and muttered some sort of agreement. That was apparently good enough for the scout master to continue the briefing. He flipped through several sheets of paper before landing on the correct notes.
“We’ll be choosing your partners for the rest of the cookie season.”
There were some moans and muttering among the children, but that was quickly quieted down. 
“Working with your friends is easy.” The scout master scolded. “But, learning to work with someone new is a challenge. Something you all need to learn.”
Without worrying about what the cubs thought of the obviously unpopular decision, he began to shuffle through his notes once more. It did not take long to do so. The list of cubs was small, easily called out in a timely fashion.
Till, finally, two names were called. 
“Holly and Timothy.” 
The mice perked up and picked each other out of the crowd. Holly, as professional as ever, walked with elegant grace; while Timothy wiggled his way through the crowd like a typical boy would. 
Holly wore her scout uniform in a stately manner. Not a winkle, not an article out of place. Her greying, pink fur grew from the top of her radar dish ears and down most of her body, only giving way to white fur that grew from the middle of her muzzle to the bottom half of her face, trailing down to disappear under her shirt, and several darker spots along her body. That tail of hers seemed to have a mind of its own, and her beautiful eyes stood out above all else, a soft pink to match her coat. 
“Hey, Holly!” Timothy happily squeaked!
“Timothy.” Holly gave him a sweet smile. “It’s good to see you again.” 
Curiously, Timothy wore the female scout outfit. Holly thought him to be a girl last time they had met, but he quickly proved otherwise. 
“Alright!” The scout master said, stealing their attention. “Get your wagons filled up and grab your route map on the way out.” 
There was a mad dash to grab the best wagons; all of which had been lined up near the door. Timothy managed to secure them a fine looking machine. A red wagon that practically sparkled like a brand new sports car.
“Excellent work, Timothy.” Holly said, very matter of fact. “This wagon shall suffice.” 
“She is lovely.” He stroked the side of the wagon. “The fastest wagon in the lineup. I call her, The Red Rocket.” 
Timothy burst into giggles, as if he had said the funniest joke in the world. Holly was oblivious to the innuendo. 
Red Rocket? Why is that funny? 
She gave him a cross look. He was busy laughing at something that made no sense! Typical boy, laughing at nothing. She huffed and went right to work. It wasn’t worth losing brain cells over. 
Holly, being a take charge kind of girl, started stacking boxes without Timothy. It took a few moments for the boy to realize she had started without him. She was fast and calculative! He couldn’t step in, let alone step around her. Timothy wiggled his nose, unsure how to help; and when he finally got to stack his own box, she moved it to a different spot!
“Come on, Holly!” Timothy squeaked. “I can help, too!”

“You're not stacking them right.” She scolded, something the mouse was all too eager to do. “The popular choices go on top because they're gonna get picked first."

“How do you know that?” Timothy countered. “We might run into some old bum that wants...” He picked up a random, unappealing box. “Oatmeal raisin bran...” 

Holly rolled her eyes and got between Timothy and the wagon. She used her prehensile tail to push him back. At first, he tried to push through her tail, only for her to raise it up to his chest to push him further back. He squeaked! He thought about biting the invading appendage, but something caught his eyes. Every time Holly bent over, her panties were clearly on display. Her lifted tail kept her skirt just above her panties, giving him a detailed look; white and decorated with cartoon cheese wedges. The panties were obviously far too small for her. They hugged her butt tightly, showing off way more than was appropriate for a little girl.

Timothy was suddenly very okay with not helping. 

It did not take Holly long to load the wagon. With Timothy uncharacteristically silent and out of the way, she was able to do tight and efficient work. She put her paws on her hips and nodded, quite satisfied.

“See?” Holly said, turning to look at Timothy. “That’s how it’s done.” 

Timothy squeaked! “Y-yeah, g-good job...” He swallowed nervously and looked away, trying his best to seem innocent.

Being oblivious as ever, Holly thought nothing of it. Just a boy being a boy. It was easy enough to get Timothy back on task. She prided herself in being able to take charge! 

“Come on,” She squeaked. “We need to start our route.” Holly went to grab the wagon, but Timothy beat her to it!

“At least let me pull the wagon for you.”

Holly huffed and relented. “Fine. You can pull the wagon.” 

Timothy beamed! “Thanks, Holly! I won’t let you down.” He saluted, making the little girl feel a bit more important. 

If she was going to be in charge, she needed to have an underling. Timothy was more than happy to fill that role. Fill that role, he did! The little mouse easily kept up with Holly. She walked with purpose, but she was still a year younger than the older male mouse.

“Alright,  boys and girls!” Savannah, a hyena girl, spoke up with a much more authoritative spark in her voice than usual. It caught the attention of all the kids that were about to head out the door, including Holly and Timothy.

“Let's go ahead and get these cookies sold. I have a plan. If we want to get this cash, we gotta plan this right!”

The girl dug into her backpack, slamming a blue, rolled up paper onto a table, a finger unfurling the planning map of the neighbourhood. 

“This isn't about winning or losing. Let's work together on this!”

She began to describe the denizens, what they seem to be into, who they respond to best, and their relative wealth based upon research and prior visits. Scout cookies were always serious business to the hyena, an event she looked forward to all year.

“The faster we sell these cookies, the better. We’ll shorten this season by a good week or more, based on my projections. Now, we all have to work together, if we want to get to Wilderness Survival activities.”

Nissie, a cute frog girl, sighed. “Wish we could sell everything we have today and get on with it...” She croaked solemnly and leaned up against Savannah dramatically. “I hate selling cookies...” 

There was a murmuring agreement from the gathered cubs. Savannah rolled her eyes. 

“You all just have to deal with it for a little while longer.” 

“I don’t mind selling cookies.” Terry, a brown mouse, said. “It can be fun!”

“I like it, too.” Timothy agreed. “But, I would like to get to the better stuff sooner. If Savannah has a plan, I want to follow it!”

Maverick, dressed in his scout uniform, draped his arms around the little mice and pulled them tight against himself. 

“The mice squeak sense. We can make this fun and get through it without burning out.” 

“Easy enough for you to say, fox.” Rekka said, her pink highlights flaring brightly. “I’m always burning out when I sell twice as much as you.”

Maverick rolled his eyes. “That’s because all of our customers are perverts.”

“Not my fault no one likes it when you flash your little cock.”

“Not my fault they prefer slutty planks over classy cock, dork.”

Rekka playfully punched him across the shoulder. “You’re the dork, dork.” With that, she stole Timothy away and hugged him tight. “We’ll see each other after our routes, okay? Plenty of training to do this afternoon!” 

Timothy hugged her back and swallowed nervously. “M-more training? A-are you sure?” 

Rekka blazed hotly against the mouse. “You just earned yourself 20 push-ups.” 

The little mouse squeaked dramatically. “I’ll die!” 

“Good!” Rekka smirked. “That’s part of pushing yourself to the limit.”

Timothy was about to squeak, but a small hand grabbed the back of his uniform and tugged him into the crowd. Rekka blinked, and growled sharply, as if to protest the sudden snatching of her mouse, but she was calmed by the reassuring paw of Maverick.

“Wow, what a headstrong mouse.” Maverick snickered. “Reminds me of you, Rekka.”

Rekka huffed. “She could have asked.”

Holly wiggled her nose and squeaked under her breath, something about wasting time.

“W-wait, Holly!” Timothy said, struggling to walk straight. “Savannah has a plan!”

Holly wiggled her nose and squeaked. “We don’t need her plan. I have my own.” 

“But, Holly!” He squeaked. “We should listen!”

Their strange language, squeaks, tail whips, and singing so high, that only the cubs with acute hearing could detect; the last of which disappeared out the door, leaving the crowd bewildered by the antics of the little mice.

“Queer, but not unexpected.” Savannah slowly said. “Did you understand their squeaking, Terry?”

Terry nodded. “He was begging to stay to listen, but she wasn’t having any of that.” 

Savannah shrugged. “That’s okay. I saw Holly’s numbers when I broke into the office. She’ll contribute plenty with Timothy’s help.”

Maverick clapped his hands together. "Alright, which one of you lads in Lunno?" He looks around the sea of cubs, trying his best to pick out his new partner.

"M-me..." A soft voice, barely above a whisper, called out. 

Maverick's sharp hearing picked the voice out of the chatter and moved towards it. A young Koala, barely 8 years old, stood shyly behind as many of the other cubs as he could. 

"So, you're my partner today, huh?" Maverick smiled warmly and swayed his tail in a gentle, soothing rhythm. "We'll have lots of fun!"

The koala boy only had a moment to look surprised, or maybe confused, as the eager fox stole him away.

Meanwhile; Holly and Timothy had started their route through a nearby subdivision. With Holly at the lead, she look over the map. Most of the houses were customers! They certainly had their work cut out for them today. She pointed at the map, her finger on the first house of the day; which also happened to be the first house on the street. 

“That’s our first house.” She squinted at the name. “Mr... Aber... nampt...” It was impossible to pronounce, so the little girl cleared her throat and moved on quickly. “He gets a few boxes of chocolate chip, and has requested to see our stock.”

“Sounds like an old guy.” Timothy squeaked, already sweating from the heat. “I hope he takes a lot of these extras...”

Holly wiggled her nose. “Tired already?” 

“N-no!” Timothy insisted. “Just thirsty...”

“Here,” She rooted around her knapsack. “Drink this.” 

The water wasn’t cold, but it would suffice. Both kids took a moment to hydrate, a bottle each, as insisted by Holly. It seemed to do the trick. They were invigorated and ready to take on their first customer.

“I’m always so nervous about this part...” Timothy whispered, as they walked up the driveway.

Holly wiggled her nose, “Why? They know we’re coming.” 

“I dunno.” Timothy squeaked. “Just a mouse thing.”

“I’m a mouse.” Holly stated, very matter of fact. 

Timothy shrugged. “You’re an oddity. Strong willed.” He gestured with his hands in a wide arc in front of him. “A brick wall!”

Holly rolled her eyes and knocked on the front door. They stood as straight as they could, shoulder to shoulder, with a world winning smile! After a few moments of waiting, the mice could hear steps from inside. An old badger, soft and greyed, opened the door with the kindest smile. 

“Oh, aren’t you two just the most precious little girls I ever did see!”

“Thank you, sir.” The mice squeaked! 

Timothy blushed lightly. Being mistaken for a girl always made his heart flutter and his ears wiggle! Normally, he would correct anyone that thought as much; but, he kept it to himself for the sake of cookie sales.

Holly, wasting absolutely no time, traced her finger along the order sheet. “You ordered two chocolate chip,” She gestured with her paw at Timothy, who understood just barely what she wanted. “and would like to see what else we had?”

“Right to the point!” The badger chuckled. “You are a professional little lass!” 

Holly beamed! Maybe even stood a bit straighter as Timothy wiggled around her to grab two boxes of chocolate chip. He handed them to the badger. 

“Yes, I was hoping you would have extra oatmeal cookies.” The badger said, as he put the cookies to the side. “Those bran ones, you know, for older folk like me.”

Timothy slowly looked to Holly with the filthiest grin a mouse could possibly pull off. Holly met his gaze with wide eyes. She was mortified! How could this happen? It was truly the end times. Her tail wiped and curled, ears wiggled, and nose twitched! 

“O-one minute, sir...” She squeaked. “I have to grab them from the bottom of the cart.” 

The mice proceeded to make a huge mess of boxes on the front step. Finally, after much squeaking, they presented the badger with the oatmeal stock. He was quite satisfied and signed for the extra boxes, allowing for the cubs to leave in good time. 

“That was a lot of effort for just our first customer...” Timothy huffed. 

Holly was too busy drinking an entire bottle of water to respond. Water flowed down her chin and dripped to the uncomfortably hot pavement below. 

“You know,” She said, wiping her face with a forearm. “You’d feel better if you drank some water.” 

Timothy rolled his eyes and took the hint. He drank at least half a bottle while walking, but Holly made sure he drank the rest. 

The cubs made good time; filling several more orders into the morning hours. Holly, astute as always, lead them onward. She was efficient! A natural leader. Timothy followed, doing his best to keep up with the young girl.

“Holly... I gotta pee.” He whispered, his cheeks red hot. 

“Are you sure?” 

Timothy hopped back and forth on his paws. “Yes!”

Holly’s ears twitched. “I could use the bathroom, too...” She sighed. “Fine. It’s break time, anyways.” 

The cubs were walking through a public park. It was mostly barren, save for a few families walking around. There were no bushes or bunched up trees to hide in, but after a moment of looking, Holly spotted the public washrooms. 

“Come on,” She said, her tail grabbing Timothy by his paw. “I see the washrooms.” 

Timothy grabbed on to the wagon with his own prehensile tail and pulled it along behind him. It was quite the sight for any onlookers. 

“Hurry up, Holly!” Timothy whimpered. “I gotta go bad!”

Holly was beginning to feel the same way. Her paw moved down to her crotch and pressed against it, trying her best to remain stoic, but even she was beginning to twitch in desperation. She relented and picked up the pace. The two mice practically sprinted into the washrooms, leaving the cookies completely unguarded outside. 

Holly turned the corner, only to see a big ‘out of order’ sign on the girls washroom. Without hesitating, she turned and followed Timothy. The boys washroom was a mess, as she thought it would be. It was small, with one row of flashing florescent lights that hummed worryingly. The walls had several wads of soaked toilet paper splattered across them, one having obviously broken the mirror above the only sink. A condom dispenser on the way had its door pulled open and the money stolen; leaving behind several colourful condom brands. A sole urinal decorated the wall nearest the stalls. 

The mice ignored the mess and went for the stalls, only to find them in a horrid, unusable condition with more out of order signs and caution tape preventing use. 

“Oh no!” Timothy squeaked! “Only a urinal...” 

Timothy was dancing back and forth, and his paws were holding his crotch tightly. Holly wasn’t much better off, even with her stoicism she couldn’t prevent discomfort from showing. Her ear twitched, her paws pushed against her privates, and her tail wrapped around her leg.

“We’ll share it!” Holly squeaked!

It was an easy decision, one she didn’t hesitate to make. The need to pee was far too great to worry about a boy seeing her privates. 

The mice hurried to the urinal, shoulder to shoulder. Holly wiggled and hopped, an awkward shuffle to get her panties down. Timothy had much less work to do. He lifted his skirt and tugged his panties down to his knees; letting his little mouse cock flop out in front of his friend. He aimed it, while Holly lifted her skirt and bit onto the hem to hold it in place. She kicked her panties away and bent her hips towards the lip of the urinal. They let it go at the same time, their desperate streams splattering against the porcelain.

The kids shared a satisfied sigh, and for a moment, that was all they did; but once that desperation was over, Timothy did as you would expect any young male mouse to do. He looked down at Holly’s pee stream. Holly’s fingers had kept her folds spread, and he could clearly see her urethra and the pee coming out. He blushed bright hot and swallowed nervously. He chanced a look up at Holly, making sure she hadn’t noticed, then went right back to watching her pee. His cock began to stiffen, and his own stream splattered awkwardly in a couple directions, made worse by the throb of arousal. 

Timothy could smell her, the harsh scent of her urine, and that beautiful, intoxicating scent all mice had. He sniffed it in deeply, their mixing scent driving him to new levels of arousal. It seemed to have been affecting Holly, as well. The pheromones in the air began to play with her mind. Her nose twitched, and her tail curled. She took in the scent, subtly at first, maybe even subconsciously; but, soon she began to take deep breaths of the male mouse pheromones that rose from his urine.

Holly’s paw moved to her clit, to slowly rub in gentle circles. She squeaked in pleasure, startling Timothy. He stood there, transfixed by the display, aroused by the scent of her urine, and now by the show she was unintentionally giving him. Despite still peeing, he began to rub himself, huffing and squeaking as he did. 

The mice lost themselves in their shared pleasure. Holly slowly lowered a finger against her dribbling urethra, and let that harsh, golden liquid soak her fur. She brought the pee soaked finger to her muzzle, and dropped the hem of her skirt. With her eyes closed, she licked her finger clean. Timothy’s eyes widened, and his cheeks felt even hotter than before. He shivered in growing arousal; and, as if driven by instinct, he lowered his paw past her skirt and into the last dribbles of pee.

The heat of her urine warmed his finger and soaked his fur. He brought it to his snout and sniffed lewdly, without hesitation or subtlety. The rush of pheromones hit him like a truck, and he went light headed, and could barely stand on his own two paws. His eyes dilated, and his heart rate increased. He pushed the finger into his mouth, tasting the female mouse for the first time. Holly’s urine made him shudder with pleasure; although harsh and tangy, it still had that familiar taste of arousal. 

With a pleasure addled mind, he was unable to think straight. His paw went to the last dribbles of his own pee and soaked his finger in it. By then, Holly had gone back to masturbating, having finished peeing, but showed no signs of withdrawing from the urinal. Timothy brought his pee stained paw to Holly’s nose. She sniffed it eagerly, her little nose twitching along the length of his finger. Her eyes went unfocused and dilated, her tail whipped behind her and caught Timothy’s. Their 
tails curled around each other, as if they were meant to do so. 

Holly took Timothy’s finger into her muzzle and eagerly began to suckle on the harsh taste of his urine. Her fingers rubbed her pussy up and down her pee sodden lips, before circling her clit once more. She was a moaning, squeaking mess of mouse brained horny! Timothy was much the same. He rubbed himself furiously, spurred on by Holly’s instinctive reaction to suck on his stained finger. 

They squeaked and moaned together, and their paws rubbed themselves closer and closer to orgasm, as they took in the wafting scent of their mixed urine. Holly shoved two fingers inside her pussy, and hooked them up into her wet, silky walls before pumping them rapidly in and out. Timothy kept his paw nearest his tip, rubbing in tight lengths at the base of his glands. 

It did not take the kids long to reach orgasm. Be it the pheromones in the air, or their closeness to each other, they came at the same time. Timothy thrust his hips forward, as if he were hilting the tightest pussy in the world, and shot several hot strands of cum across the porcelain and into the bowl. Holly rubbed her clit in desperate circles, bringing herself to a squeaky orgasm. Her hot femcum splattered into their mixed urine below, but most of it soaked her thighs and the rim of the urinal. They squeaked and shivered, tensing and relaxing as pleasure flooded their minds and bodies. 

Timothy and Holly were short of breath once their orgasms passed. Holly was the first to recover. She felt refreshed, and her mind had cleared completely after her orgasm waned. She looked down at her pussy and idly rubbed out the last of the pleasure that she could get before sighing wistfully. Timothy, however, did not recover. His mind was foggy, lust took hold, and all he could think about was breeding. Without asking, nor did he care to, he slipped his paw under her skirt and pressed his paw to against her pussy, soaking it in a mix of pee and cum.

Holly squeaked! She jumped backwards, only for her to be stopped suddenly by their entwined tails. She had a brief moment to look surprised before falling to the ground with a sickening crunch. Her nose smashed against the bathroom floor, and the wind was forced from her lungs. A surge of pleasure shook her body. Her pussy tensed and spasmed, soaking her thighs with an unexpected orgasm. Past the mix of pain and pleasure, she gasped uselessly for breath around the cascade of blood that gushed from her broken nose; but only managed to splatter blood about the floor.

Timothy was tugged down with her and landed on top of Holly. She struggled for a moment, only managing to roll herself on to her back. She was a snorting, sneezing mess of blood. Yet, the horny male stole a kiss. She fought it, and with great effort, she managed to push the mouse back enough to squeak!

“Timothy,” She began, quite stately, as if the pain in her muzzle and blood dripping from her nose unfazed her. “Section 3.4-1 of the scout's handbook states no sexual contact while in uniform or during official scouting activities!” She pressed her paws to his face and pushed. “Now get off me!”

Timothy looked down at Holly with lustful eyes, as if a great haze had fallen over his mind. Holly knew it was pointless. The mouse had fallen to his baser instincts. They were squished together at the hip, with the thin fabric of her skirt between their privates. Timothy felt her heat, and instinctively began to grind his hips; but Holly wasn’t impressed. She lashed out at him, slashing her claws across his cheek. He barely even flinched, not even a squeak.

Blood dripped from Timothy’s wound, and his eyes seemed to flare with anger. He struck Holly back, as if the mere thought of a female fighting his advances was a great insult. His fist connected with the side of her head, dazing the young girl. She lay there long enough for him to push his skirt to his feet and tear Holly’s from her hips. His little cock stood proudly over Holly’s wet underage cunt, poised and ready to violate her. 

Holly knew what was coming, but she hadn’t the strength to stop him. She did not whimper, she did not moan. She looked him in the eyes without emotion. 

Timothy felt like an animal. His instincts all screamed to breed! To mate this little mouse he had rightfully caught. She was his! She had to be his! He could still smell her. That intoxicating aroma, oh how it played with his mind; filling him with intense lust, and dare he say, love. For it was these feelings that drove him to do the unthinkable. He pressed his cock to Holly’s unwilling pussy, and as soon as he felt the heat of her entrance, he unceremoniously forced himself to a hilt. That smooth, silky wetness of Holly’s child cunt hugged him tightly on all sides. His eyes rolled into the back of his head with a squeaky moan, as that glorious pleasure, a euphoria unlike any other, shook his body.

Holly’s hips moved unbidden, as if her own mating instincts had begun to flare. She lifted her hips to meet his own, sinking just a little bit more of his tiny cock inside her. She huffed, annoyed by the whole situation. 

“We need to sell our cookies...” Holly sighed, past drying blood. “We can’t spend all day fucking in the bathroom.” 

Timothy ignored the strange mouse. Her words barely even registered, and certainly did nothing to stop him from taking what he wanted. His hips moved desperately, his length pulling out to his tip, only to slide back inside; the rhythm quick and sloppy. There was no consent, no boring foreplay or courtship. It was primal. A carnal union, as old as time itself. 

Breeding. That’s what the mouse wanted, that’s what he needed! Those instincts drove him, moved him. His balls slapped against her with each forceful thrust; echoing lewdly around the bathroom. He fucked her without care, no thoughts of her pleasure, not a single concern for her comfort or feelings. That little pussy felt too good! He couldn’t stop, couldn’t resist. He needed this female. Needed to fill her with his hot cum, to breed her, make her belly swell with his pups! 

Holly lay there, her body moving back and forth with every thrust. She stared at him with unfeeling eyes; despite her pussy clenching down on his invading shaft. Her ears twitched and her nose wiggled. She could feel him inside her, her walls spreading with every thrust. He was shaken up, practically drooling with the pleasure he had taken from her by force. His ears twitched, and his mouth was agape in moaning squeaks. His hips were a blur, a sloppy and erratic mess of wet, meshing fur. His pleasure grew, and his balls tensed. His tail curled around Holly’s, holding it tight!

She could tell he was about to cum. It was pathetic. The young mouse had barely been inside her at all. She sighed, as if she had expected something more; but, that was the least of her worries. She could not let Timothy cum inside her. She wiggled her footpaws under Timothy just in time to lift him out of her pussy. He squeaked! He thrust forward and glided across her soaked pubic fur; splattering cum across her belly as he went. Several shots landed across her chest and face, each one accompanied by the twitch and throb of his little cock.

Holly wiped her muzzle in a fruitless attempt to clean herself, but all she had managed to do was smear it into her facial fur. 

“Just great...” She muttered, flicking her paw with distaste.

The little mouse had copious amounts to give. There was just so much of it! Through small, squeaky moans; his balls tensed and relaxed, painting Holly’s uniform with every twitch of his small cock. With the last waves of his orgasms, he idly rubbed himself against her pubic fur, letting the aftershocks ease away. 

“Are you done?” 

Timothy blinked, as if a great veil lifted from his mind. His nose wiggled to the smell of sex wafting between them. He sniffed through the air, whiskers twitching as he followed the scent. Their eyes met, freezing Timothy with shock. 

“H-holly?” Timothy whimpered, barely above a whisper. “Y-you’re hurt...”

“Yes.” She answered, her forearm wiping her face clean of blood. 

Without hesitating, Timothy pulled off his sash and used it as a wipe. He started to dab at her nose, desperate to help his little friend. 

“Oh, Holly...” He whimpered. “I think it’s broken. You need to see a doctor!” 

“I’m fine, Timothy.” She swatted his paw away. “Stop soaking your uniform in blood. It’s not easy to clean from fabric, let alone cum.”

“C-cum?” 

Timothy’s eyes widened. He was so focused on helping Holly, he hadn’t noticed the shots of cum that covered her uniform and face. 

“D-did w-we...” A quick look between their legs confirmed it. “D-did I?” 

“You did.” Holly said. “Now get off of me before you ruin our uniforms further.”

Tears welled in Timothy’s eyes, his lower lip quivered, and his tail stood straight up. He pushed away from Holly, falling back on his bare rump as the tears started to fall. 

“I’m so sorry...” He clutched his head with both paws and stared down at the tiled floor. “I-I didn’t mean to...” 

Holly moved as soon as she was free. She stood up and placed a paw on either side of her muzzle, and with a quick motion, she snapped her snout back into place with a sickening crack. That jolt of pain sent a shiver of pleasure through her little body. As if it had a mind of its own, her prehensile tail coiled around her thigh and began to rub between her soaking wet petals. 

“We need to clean up.” She inhaled deeply, happy to finally be able to smell again. 

“B-but, Holly!” Timothy wailed, a crying mess. “I... oh gosh...” His stomach churned at the thought and he barely held it together enough to finish. “I raped you...” 

“You needed to get it out of your system.” Holly shrugged and walked to the sink, pulling off her uniform top as she did so. “I read that we have a medical need.” She lay her uniform on the vanity and turned on the hot water. “Mice sexually mature faster than other species and are highly prone to reproductive cancers.”

That did little to help Timothy at all. He barely understood a word she said, and even if he had, it fell upon deaf ears. He was still crying on the floor, unable to pull himself up. 

“Besides,” She waved her paw, as if dismissing the whole situation. “Now you can focus on selling cookies.” 

A scent wafted in the air. Her nose wiggled and honed, and she took deliberate breaths as she followed it to the source. Her paw, still covered in cum, glistened in the flickering florescent light. Curiosity got the best of the little girl. She brought her paw to her muzzle and sniffed in Timothy’s scent. Those powerful male pheromones sent jolts through her head. 

"Y-you, just needed a break..." Holly fumbled, which wasn't like the young girl at all. "W-we needed the break... C-can't sell cookies if y-you have your mating instincts f-flared..."

Holly picked up her uniform and brought it to her snout. She breathed in the scent of Timothy’s cum, letting the rush of pheromones shake her to the core. Her pussy tensed, lightly splattering hot mouse cum along her already soaked thighs. The small orgasm shocked her out of her daze. She stared down at her pussy in disbelief, as if the impossible had just happened. The little mouse swallowed nervously; her mind alive with thoughts and theories. 

For a moment, the bathroom felt quiet. Timothy sobbed alone on the floor, tears falling silently.  

“Please don’t tell Rekka...” He whimpered. “I’ll do anything...” 

Holly didn’t even hear the mouse. She had no need to. She had no interest. She was seething with anger, yet her face would not show it. Only her tail whipped back and forth, and her ears wiggled and her nose twitched. Without delay, she dragged two fingers along her wet cunt and walked over to Timothy. 

The little mouse looked up and flinched, as if expecting harsh and severe punishment; but none came. Holly pushed her soiled fingers against Timothy’s nose. The smell was intoxicating. He could not pull away, would not pull away. In that instant, he stopped crying and all his worries melted away. His cock twitched back to life, and within seconds, he was shooting cum again; splattering it all over the floor and Holly’s feet. The small orgasm barely registered. He sniffed her fingers greedily, taking it in for all it was worth before licking her fingers clean.

“No... It can’t be...” Holly took a step back. “Timothy... You bonded us.” 

“Bonded?” Timothy asked, barely conscious at all after the hit of pheromones. 

Holly’s nose twitched. How could she have been claimed by such an idiot! 

“The pairing of sexually mature mice through mating and other means; such as pheromones.” She took in a deep breath, as if counting to ten before continuing. “A chemical that creates an addiction between the bonded pair.” It was if she was reciting a text book from memory. “An evolutionary advantage to keep mice breeding.” 

“That doesn’t sound so bad.” 

“Not so bad?!” Holly snarled! Showing her anger for the first time. “We’re bonded, Timothy! Get that through that dumb head of yours!” 

Timothy recoiled from the angry little girl. “W-we can fix it. We can go to the doct-” 

Holly struck him. Her paw connected to his lower jaw, dropping the mouse hard. He hit the ground, painting the floor with his busted lip. Timothy only had a moment to squeak in pain before Holly jumped on top of him. She smacked him again, connecting her fist to the side of his head. Again, and again. 

“You fucking idiot!” She screamed! Tears dripped onto Timothy’s bruised and battered face. “Didn’t your parents teach you about being a mouse?” She punched him square in the nose, cracking it sideways. Blood gushed from his nostrils, staining his yellow fur red. “Didn’t they tell you to keep your paws to yourself!?” 

With all her strength, Holly smashed his head into the concrete, cracking his skull open. Timothy went limp. Dazed and confused, he did not struggle; could not struggle. Blood poured from his head, soaking his white-blonde hair.

Holly saw red as images of her potential future flashed inside of her mind. Images conjured by childlike grandeur. All the things she would accomplish, all the amazing things she would do, burned in the fire of her rage. She didn't want to be someone's mate, having someone stuck to her hips all day everyday like her mother, always busy tending to the needs of someone else. She wrapped her paws around his neck and began to squeeze. Her chest heaved short breaths through gritted teeth as her dreams were paved over by images of the yellow mouse. Flashes of that dumb, little grin and those gropey, little hands only served to tighten her grip around his neck. 

“I...” Timothy choked back air, his words strained and light. “D-don’t... have parents...” 

The young boy clutched weakly at Holly’s paws, but he hadn’t the strength to pull her grip away. His heart raced, panic setting in. Her paws tightened, and his eyes fluttered. He could hear his heartbeat. A hot thump in his ears, a heat rising. His lungs burned, begging for breath. His vision darkened, and the world began to fade. 

Timothy knew he was dying. Tears fell across his cheeks as he slowly let go of Holly’s paws. He let it happen. A worthless, weak mouse that couldn’t even control himself. He failed Rekka and her training. 

I’m sorry, Rekka... Please forgive me... Maybe one day we will meet again...

It took Holly a moment to process what he had said through the red veil that shrouded her senses, but as his eyes faded and his hands went limp, she relented, dropping him to the cold concrete floor. The sudden influx of emotions flooded her little head as her brain began to process what she was doing.  

“Timothy...” She whimpered, “I’m so sorry...” 

Mana spread to her fingertips and she traced them slowly across the muzzle of the unconscious mouse. A warmth seeped into his fur, a gentle, pulsing wave; peaceful and calm, like the leaves in soft wind. She profusely apologized as she quickly ran her hands over his injuries. The damage was quickly repaired, each injury fading away without so much as a scar left behind. 

Timothy woke with a gasp! A squeaking confused mess. He tried to get up, but Holly kept him pinned under her weight. Her paws traced along his nose and snapped it back in place with a quick motion. The pain was unbelievable, yet, a shock of euphoria shook his body. He tensed and squeaked, his cock twitched, and he came hard. Each time Holly fixed an injury, Timothy was overwhelmed with a mix of pain and intense pleasure. Soon, the only indication that Timothy was ever injured were the white ropes of cum that covered Holly's back and rump.

The warmth in Holly’s fingers faded. She cupped both sides of Timothy’s muzzle and leaned down to kiss him; a gentle, tearful kiss. 

“I’m sorry, Timothy...” She whimpered, tears streaming down her face. “I’m so sorry...” 

As quick as the pain and pleasure had come, it was gone. Timothy lay there, his eyes locked to hers. His heart was racing, his breath hot and heavy. He weakly lifted a paw and Holly flinched, as if expecting harsh retaliation. None came. Timothy wrapped his arms around the young girl and pulled her into a hug. 

“It’s okay, Holly...” He reassured, his voice calm and soft. “I’m not hurt...” 

Holly sobbed into Timothy’s neck, wailing loudly; muffled only by his short fur and long, blonde hair. All he could do was hold her tight and have the little girl let it all out. Despite his initial confusion, Timothy slowly began to realize what Holly had done. He lifted a paw to his snout and gingerly rubbed it. It was straight, and the pain was completely gone. His blood had long since dried and crumbled away under his touch. He remembered a tingling, a flash of immense pain, then nothing but the most incredible orgasm of his life. 

Timothy’s nose twitched. Holly’s warm scent drifted all around him. So sweet and soft, he couldn’t help but press his nose to her neck and sniff in her scent as deeply as he could. His cock twitched, and to make matters worse, Holly shifted her weight; her soft pussy pressed against his cock. She was as naked as he was, and he realized he could feel everything. His mind was as clear as a mouse could get at his age. He relaxed, not letting his arousal get the best of him again; despite the tip of his cock slipping between Holly’s sodden folds. 

Oh fuck... if she just... huff... if she just moves back a little bit... Mrf... I’ll be inside her again...

His intrusive thoughts were still there. How could he not feel that way? A naked girl against his chest, pussy rubbing against his cock, her scent as intoxicating as life itself? Holly’s phone rang. She instantly sat up, unintentionally squishing Timothy’s cock. The young boy squeaked! He wiggled and squirmed as Holly shuffled through her skirt. She found her phone and quickly shushed Timothy with a paw. 

“Hello?”  

“Hello, Holly!” 

It was the scout master. Holly regained her composure almost immediately. She straightened up and her eyes went focused. 

“I am just calling to know how far along you two got.”

“Timothy and I are taking a bathroom break.” That very same mouse had begun to moan and pant into her palm. “We should be finished our route within the next hour.”

“Excellent work, Holly! You two might make top seller this season.”

Holly’s tail curled at the praise, and her hips began to grind her little cunny against Timothy’s cock. His eyes practically rolled into the back of his head. She was so wet and soft, a warmth that soaked him to his very soul. 

“Thank you, sir.” She said, in her usual professional tone.

“You two are staying hydrated? Do you need anything?” 

Timothy’s squeaks failed to reach the phone, keeping the scout master oblivious. Timothy, however, cared little if anyone heard. He latched his claws into her hips and held her steady as he began to hump into her. His cock glided across her wet folds, up and down, a sloppy mess of rubbing and poking. The little girl lifted her rump, allowing the boy more freedom, but not enough to accidentally, or purposefully, penetrate her. 

“Yes, I made sure we drank lots of water.”

The room was alive with the soft, wet squishing and rubbing of their underage privates. Only Holly seemed unaffected by the pleasure building between them. Timothy moaned and squeaked, kept muffled by Holly’s paw, but only barely. He squeezed her thighs, his claws drawing blood that trailed down her greying-pink fur. She bit her lower lip and her ears twitched; the tiny amount of pain spurred her hips. Her efforts were hardly needed. The little boy was already moments from orgasm.

“Hence the bathroom break!” The scout master laughed. “I suppose you two are getting along, then?”

Holly thought for a moment, but just a split moment. “Timothy has been a wonderful partner, sir. Eager to help.”

“That’s great! We knew pairing two mice would be the best call. You guys do seem to group up a lot, but we hadn’t seen you with Timothy... Or really anyone else before.”

Holly wiggled her nose. “Mice tend to be more comfortable and open around other mice.” 

Timothy squeaked! He thrust upwards, trying desperately to bury himself in Holly’s pussy, but he completely missed and slid across her underdeveloped labia. He came, shooting ropes of hot cum across his chest, and when he moved his hips back, several shots covered Holly’s cunt. 

“So it would seem! I’m glad everything is okay. Tell Timothy I squeaked at him!”

She rolled her eyes. “I will.” 

“Okay, Holly. See you two soon.” 

Holly hung up the phone and sighed, pulling her paw away from Timothy’s muzzle. Her hips moved gently back and forth against Timothy’s spent cock, coaxing out the last of his orgasm. His eyes were closed and he panted heavily; and would twitch and squeak softly with each pass of her pussy. He was, admittedly, very cute; but, she pushed those thoughts away.  

“Come on,” Holly said. “We need to clean up.” 

Her voice was soft and sweet, almost as if he were dreaming. Her weight lifted from his hips, forcing him back into reality. Her scent lingered in the air and he took a deep breath of it, sighing wistfully. It gave him enough strength to push himself up to his feet. He stretched his whole body with a quivering tail and a groaning squeak. 

Another breath, a slow exhale. Timothy felt a serene grace. Like the weight of the world had lifted from his shoulders. His ears twitched to the sound of running water. He opened his eyes, and what he saw filled him with butterflies. Holly stood by the sink, naked, her greying-pink fur glistened with droplets of water. Her scent lingered in the air. It made him feel safe and warm; as if all his worries had melted away. He couldn’t explain it, but she looked and felt different. She was no longer just Holly, another mouse, another kid in scouts, she was his. All those feelings of guilt and anguish had long since disappeared, and no matter how much he wished he hated himself for what he did, he could not. He felt no remorse, only love and affection for the female mouse. That pressure in his heart was unlike anything he had felt before. The young mouse was at loss, overwhelmed by emotion and her natural beauty. 

“I like your spots.” It was all he could manage! Compelled to say something, anything!

Holly gave him a backward glance before going back to cleaning herself. “They run in the family.”  She paused for a moment, “Our nipples, too. We all have hearts.”

“Hearts?” 

Holly turned and gestured to her breasts. “See?”

Timothy blushed and rubbed sheepishly at the back of his head. “Oh, I didn’t notice while I was-” 

“Forcing yourself on me?” Holly butted in. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t have.” 

It all came crashing back down on the little mouse. All those feelings penetrated deep, and a great shame averted his gaze. He dared not look at Holly as tears fell from his eyes. He sobbed quietly, his tail curled around his thigh, and he held his paws tightly together at his front. 

Holly rolled her eyes. “Tim, you gotta stop crying. You’re matting your fur.”

Timothy didn’t answer. He was frozen in place, visibly shaken. Being ignored annoyed Holly much more than anything Timothy had done previously. She took charge, grabbing the young boy by the shoulder and dragging him to the sink. 

“Raise your head.” Nothing. She forced his chin up with a paw, but his eyes wouldn’t meet hers. “That’s it, hold still.” 

Holly wiped his tears away with damp paper towel, but they would not cease. The young mouse was still crying his little heart out. She sighed and tossed the paper towel into the trash. With both hands free, she placed them on either cheek and slowly rubbed his fur with her thumbs. The wound on his right cheek had long since faded, but the fur had yet to grow back.

“Shh, calm now. It’ll be okay.” She leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. A warm kiss, one only a mother could give. She pulled away, her hands still stroking his soft face. 

“W-why’d you do that?”

Holly shrugged. “Well, it’s what my mom does when I cry.” 

Timothy sniffed and gave Holly a small smile. She wiped the last of his tears with her thumbs and returned the smile. 

“There. Now hold still.” 

As quick as her affection had come, it was gone. Holly set to work. She washed his face, amid his squeaks and struggles, but she held him down and scrubbed his body; top to bottom! He practically glowed after she was done with him. With a nod, she grabbed his uniform and cleaned it up as best she could before helping the young boy get dressed. 

“I can do it, Holly.” He squeaked, his whiskers twitching.

“You didn’t do it proper this morning.” She scolded. “You need to look your best, if we’re going to make top seller.” 

Timothy sighed and let the young girl do as she wanted. He gave little fuss as she slipped his shirt over his head. His large, round ears popped through the collar and fluttered back to shape. She patted the fabric smooth before tying his orange ascot around his neck. The knot was simple, yet elegant; a stark contrast to Timothy’s attempt at doing it himself. Next came his sash. She looped it over his shoulder and straightened it. 

“Hm.” She took a step back, analyzing her work.

Timothy stood there awkwardly. He was bottomless, his flaccid, little cock hung below his shirt, along with those fuzzy balls of his. It somehow felt even more embarrassing to be bottomless rather than just nude, but Holly refused to give him more time to dwell on that. Her paws placed his hat between his ears. She straightened it, and with a nod of approval, she scurried to snatch his skirt and panties from the ground and leaned down towards his footpaws. 

“Step in, please.” 

The little boy did as he was asked, albeit, with a nasty muttering that Holly barely heard. She flicked his nose with her tail, earning herself a squeak. She smiled and lifted his panties and then his skirt to his waist and tightened the belt. 

“Put your socks on.” She watched him struggle to do so. It only took a few excruciating moments for her to intervene again. Holly was certain the mouse would never survive without her at this point. She snatched the hem of his socks and pulled them up to the bottom of his knees. 

“Like that.” She said. “Now you look proper.” 

“Thanks, Holly...” 

Timothy really was thankful. He turned to the mirror, and for the first time in forever, he admired his own outfit. Although he felt babied, he couldn’t deny the fantastic job she did. Even after all he had done to her, she still showed him so much kindness. 

By the time Timothy turned around, Holly had dressed. Her uniform practically sparkled in the flickering light. She looked as good as she had when the day began. Her paws fidgeted with her panties under her skirt, as if wearing them annoyed the young mouse. 

“We have a long way to go, Timothy.” Holly turned and began to walk towards the door. Her tail swayed in sync with those thick, little hips. “Come along.” 

Timothy squeaked and scurried to catch up.