The wind went through my hair as he lifted me with his left hand. Once he turned me to face him, I could see the mouse. His large red eyes never left my miniature self. A thigh business suit fit his form; from his slender torso to his wide waist. In a reflection of a discarded mirror, his large rear could be seen. The bulge from the front of his pants was the only indication of his gender.
“What do we have here?” A bubbly tone came from him.” A small little cutie looking for warmth.” A grind formed upon his face. “Please.” I looked up to him and said, “ I don’t know how I got here. I want to go home.”
“Tik tik tik.” He dropped me into his right hand. “I’m afraid that isn’t an option for you, little humie.” Petting me with his finger, his eyes still on me like I was a cute little prize. “Your kind is much too rare to let go.” Before I could get a question in, I could feel his hand shift beneath me. “Don’t worry, I know just how to keep you safe and warm.” He would not let you speak as he…
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