"Pay attention!" your teacher yelled, bopping you on the head lightly with her hand.
You jerk yourself awake and wipe the sleep from your eyes. "How many times have I told you not to doze off while we are out here?" her voice turned into more of a whisper. She isn't always this cranky, except when you are outside the colony. Standing up quickly you lose your balance on the marble counter as she continued. "This is a matter of life and death, you are mere months away before Solace won't think twice about killing you.". The sound of her constant reminders make sure you don't forget that you will soon be six months old. To unfamiliar ears, nine months doesn't sound like a long time, but you never heard of any micen that died of old age.
You groan and stand up, more careful this time, listening to your mentor rant on. There are other micen in your group, but they just so happened to be listening to the teacher rather than daydream. You heard it all before though. She sighed once more, you dozed off this time not even noticing it. "Miss Matilde! Miss Matilde" a voice called the teachers several times more. It sounded like one of the students and it sounded as if they were getting closer. Once in site Matilde answered
"What is it Harris?". The student started to stutter enough that it was hard to comprehend what he was talking about. Other students dash past you. You follow them as fast as you can but something tugged tightly on your tail. You turn to see a finger, large and laced with blue fur, accompanied with an entertained chuckle. Your heart started pounding out of your chest. You pulled your tail hard enough that it slipped from under the finger and run as far away from it as possible.
Running behind several kitchen appliances you start to worry.It's got to be around here somewhere! The door for a passage to Niarb. It was around here somewhere. You panic a bit more than you should but soon enough you find it. It's not a fancy door, just a piece of scrap wood connected to hinges, but a door non the less. To your misfortune, it was locked. Not so much as locked as held down by something, or someone on the other side.
"Let me in!" you pound against the door "Please, let me in!". You hear commotion from the other side of the door. They are contemplating on letting you in or not. Warm air is pushed against the back of your skin. You felt pressure go to and fro, as if air is moving through you. Turning to face your problem, your fears were confirmed as you see Solace sniffing your body. "Don't do it." you whisper as you put your hands in on the walls to your side, rubbing them nervously.
The captor hums a soft hymn, stopping only to lick your body from toe to head.
After feeling a cold shiver from your spine you realize: that didn't feel too bad. You aren't sure what to think, every micen you've ever met hated to be licked, but you actually enjoyed it. This could be a bit of a problem, a fantasy that could very well happen and be the end of you. You glance back up at Solace, who is pondering on what to do next. A small part of you wishes she would lick you again, you're too young to feel this arousal before. She leans in, teeth shown and a soft growl heard. You aren't sure if she knows you are still a juvenile.
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