A game of cat and mouse

This could be a simple story of two friends, an orphaned half wild cat, and an exocentric rich lab mouse. Life however is never that simple or is it.


PoV Lynx
"Aw, doesn't he look like a sweet little angel lying there" I softly say as I lean against the door frame gazing upon the form resting ever so peacefully in the soft, warm, comfortable bed. Too bad looks can be deceiving. The late morning sun shines coolly over the pristine white fur of my best friend as I yank the covers from his lithe frame.

"Wake up princess the day doesn't revolving around you. It is past ten o'clock and we have many things to do." I say getting a low growl and a thin extended middle finger in response.

This very common gesture does not at all offend me or derail me from my mission of getting his lazy ass out of the bed. I could just leave him here but what fun would that be? I walk over to his bed and sit down. I lick my finger and stick it in his ear. In a instant he is on top of me attempting to strangle me, which is hilarious since I am around six feet seven inches tall and he is a mere five feet six inches tall topping the scales at one hundred pounds fully clothed and soaking wet. I soon tire of the so called thrashing he was giving me. I get up toss him over my shoulder and haul him off to the bathroom. I unceremoniously toss him into the shower and turn on the water.

"Arghh, this water is too hot. My fur is going to be ruined” He says as he adjusts the temperature of the water before stripping out of his clothes and tossing the sopping wet garments at my head. "I don't know how much mother is paying you but you make a lousy houseboy. You could have at least removed my clothes before tossing me in here." He snaps his fingers, "Come. Lather me."

"Watch it mouse, I haven't had breakfast yet and you can easily be put back on my food chain list."

He pulls back the shower curtain with a wink and a sly smile he coos, "Hmmm, so you want to eat me." I shake my head and toss a washcloth at him before he has a chance to continue his little game of hitting on the straight guy. He immediately pouts. I roll my eyes at his antics and head back into my room to finish getting dressed. "But I'm sooo delicious Lynx. Why won't you eat me?" he whines.

"You do realize you are one sick mouse, right?"

"Perhaps, but I'm cream filled. I'm just like a huge Hostess treat." he sings from the bathroom

I am looking through my closet when I hear the shower turn off. I grab a random shirt and maneuver my body into it. Give myself a once over satisfied that I meet the general standards of being fashionably decent, I decide to rest for a moment before....KNOCK, KNOCK, BANG. He barges through the door, caring two outfits, towel still draped around his waist. I am sitting on the bed facing the once closed but now busted open door. I make a quick mental note to myself, 'Locks, invest in locks, big sturdy locks.'
I look up somewhat displeased at my dear friend who blissfully ignores my malice gaze.

"Which one?" he asks holding up two very....um.... shall y iny interesting outfits.

"Hmm," I mumble fixated on a bead of water that is rolling down his flat but not that muscular chest than stomach and into the towel to be quickly absorbed. I immediately wondered if he was also dripping on my floor because the last thing I needed, wanted or enjoyed was a wet floor. He clears his throat and raises one outfit then the other, like that two inches will help me decide which is the lesser of two evils. One was a pair of jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt which at first glance looked fairly innocent but printed on the shirt is and I quote. “Now, I want you because....,” it continues on the back with,” I already fucked your girl." unquote. But wait the other outfit is no better it is a pair skin tight black leather pants and a long sleeve mesh shirt which of course he will wear with his black boots and a spiked collar with attachable leash for added spice which is fine all and all but he insist that I hold the other end of the leash. If by chance I decide not to hold the leash, I know from past experiences he shall follow behind me whining and groveling about not pleasing his master sexually. For some strange reason having a mouse following behind a cat spewing off random indecent positions and propositions seem to get many unwanted looks.

"Well" he says tiring of me looking back and forth at the two choices.

I mental toss a coin in my mind and pick the jeans and tee. "That one." I say with a slight hand gesture to the outfit on the left.

"Excellent choice love." he says batting his large red eyes. Today his lids are dusted with an iridescent green color which looks exceptional well with his natural red eye color. I wonder if he is going to keep it or wear color contacts like he usually does. In the mist of thought process he drops his towel and proceeds to get dressed in front of me. Not really in the mood to relive the whole locker room experience, I casual move my head so that I am not eye to eye with a certain body part. By now I really should not have to mention the fact modesty is not one of his problems. His brashness and his feeling towards nudity is still a bit much for me, but at least I am not blushing or stuttering uncontrollably every time he decides to drop trousers, which is very often. I understand kids sometime want to be so different form their parents that they mentally and morally swing themselves to the other side of the spectrum. In Maize's case his parents are lab mice not everyday lab mice but specialist in their fields of medicines and drugs. Trust me I am not saying Maize is not smart because he is extremely intelligent with a sadistic streak to boot. Which of course is a dangerous. While they use their knowledge of chemical combinations for the betterment of our kind he dabbles into the more unethical side.

"You know you have a mark on your ass, Maize" I say since the only thing in view at the moment.

"Where?" He squeals and spins around looking or at least trying to see the blemish. He sees the smile on my face and shoots me a dirty look and throws me yet another finger second one today and it's only thirty minutes past ten. I'm aiming for my all time record of fifteen flick offs, thirteen ' go to hells' and to add a touch of flavor a couple of his famous one liners, My favorite one being, 'If you keep acting like an ass I going to bend you over and fuck you like one'.

"That is not funny." he huffs as he runs over to the dresser mirror to check out his ass just to make sure his white fur is still flawless.

"Pre-Madonna" I mumble. I don't know what the big deal is with him and obsession with his fur. Granted not many have fur as white and unmarred as his. I swear you would think he was a model if it wasn't for the huge tear in his ear, which I am sad to say, was my fault. I casually watch him as he steps into his jeans and pulls them up. "Going al-natural I see."

"With pants this low your choices are very limited," he says as he buttons them. They barely cover the small POL tattooed on his hip or anything else jeans usually covers. He is one of the few guys I know who have pants that ride under their tails. Oh, and about the tattoo, long story short. We went out for a couple of drinks. It turned into some makeshift drinking match. He lost. He came back with a POL tatted on his hip. POL stands for Property of Lynx. Trust me at first it was great having someone wait on you hand and foot day in and day out. I snapped my servant boy ran. I pointed he fetched. Life was good for a day, but I made the fatal mistake of picking Maize to be that person and since I enjoy playing with hells fire, made the grander mistake in making him get a permanent tattoo. I mentally shudder at the things he has said to people who catch him in his torture Lynx mode and cringe at the things he might say in the future. I did mention Maize has a very sadistide rde right? The sparkle of his diamond belly ring catches my eye interrupting my mental rambling.

"Is that one new?"

He looks down at his mid section and wiggles the light pink gem with his ring finger, "Yea, you like?" He asks with smile and a wrinkle in his nose

I nod "Suits you". He has more jewelry than any girl I know, I honestly am amazed that I can still tell what is and isn't new.
He pulls the aforementioned tee running his thumbs through the hole he made in the lower edge of the sleeves. His green nail polish matches his eye shadow perfectly. He smoothes his fur on his head back, no hair just fur. "Well I am done." he chimes putting his hands behind his head with a content sigh. "Now, we just have to think of something with your tresses, ye hater of barbers."

"Don't be jealous baldy" I say running my fingers through my hair.

He rolls his eyes and pushes me into the kitchen where the sturdier chairs are. He climbs up on "U "Umm, you can step a bit closer I don't bite"

I take to step back towards the chair, "So those rumors weren't true, damn and I was so hoping to have fun with you"

He laughs and runs his fingers through my hair collecting it all in an elastic band. "For you cutie I will bite, nip and gnaw anything you want me to." He pulls my hair through the band twice and begins to braid it. I can feel him reaching the end when he finishes he poke his finger nail in my back indicating how long my hair now is. It is about six inches from my waist and a shade of purple I can't recall, but everyone likes it and since Maize colors it for me I don't need to remember. My natural color is a tricolor pattern; I guess it is from my wild genes. At the roots my hair is silver the further down the hshafshaft you travel the darker it gets.

He jumps on my back and proclaims, "Giddy up kitty times a wasting” he add a quick double heel kick to my thigh to exclamation the point.

"Be glad I like you mouse." I say with a growl. "And you best behave this time."

"Aw, I always behave." He says just before he sticks his tongue in my ear.

"Aruughhh," I startle wiping my ear repeatedly, “How in the hell is that behaving?"

"Oh that, that was just to get you back from this morning."

"I used my finger. My finger." I proclaim holding up said finger.

"Pshaw, you should be glad I didn't choose another orifice to penetrate. But if a fingering is what you want....."

"Did I mention you are one sick mouse?"

"Yes. Yes, you did about the same time I mention how wonderful I would taste."

I shake my head and think to myself this is going to be a long day as I walk out the kitchen grabbing the keys and out the front door mouse still ing ing around my neck and perched up on my back. After ten minutes I swear I can hear the soft sounds of snoring


MaizMaize

The faint sounds of the world leisurely passing me by drift into my ear lulling me as the steady rocking of Lynx's gait pushes me closer to slumber.

"Maize, Maize" he shouts in a whispered voice. "Are you sleeping?"

I don't reply. I know I should but it is early and I am tired. Ok it's not early but I was up late lat night doing....ah stuff, and I just don't feel like walking right now. Shit his braid is getting tangled in my belly ring. If I move he will know I am awake and the free ride will be over.

"Ow,ow,ow"

"Hey you are awake get off. Now", he says trying to shake and push me off his back.

I wrap my legs around his waist and grip tighter around his neck. "Wait!" I shout in his ear. Then whisper slowly, "My belly ring is tangled in your hair, I can't get down right now". And too make matters a touch worse my pants have decided to make a trip south and they are about to pass my borders. "Lynx"

"Hmm"

"My pants are slipping, could you pull them up for me while I hang on to your neck?"

"Hell no"

"Fine, but if anyone asks why my ass is hanging out I'm directing them to you"

"Whatever, just figure out a way to get your self off my back." he sighs than adds a please that is so pitiful mothers would come running if they had heard him.

I look around and see a lonely bus stop bench pointing to it I say, "Ummm, over there I can stand on that and untangle myself". He practically jogs to the bench. I adjust my height so that I my belly ring is in line with the accursed jewelry eating braid, and begin picking at it.on ron realizing this pick, pick, pull method is getting me no where fast, I unbraid Lynx's hair and quickly untangle myself. I attempt to braid his hair but he quickly moves away.

"Uff" I breathe as I fall step off the bench. "Hey."

"No time, I have to register for school today unlike you I can't just waltz in there one the first day and sweet talk my way into every class I want" He says cutting his eyes at my mockingly as I look up at him naively.

We arrive at the campus and enter the appropriate building. Moments after we enter all eyes are on us, ok maybe just on me and my wonderful shirt. Lynx make a be line to the desk he needs to be. I shall have a bit of fun of my own. I scan the area for someone I know and spot this huge jock who for some reason is scared shitless of me. Once I find my target I walk over to him. I almost laugh aloud because when every I have my mind set on a mission my hips sway more than normal and Lynx always says,' Looks like princess has some devious plot in mind because his ass is swaying uncontrollably.' Hmm by the look on that bloke’s face he must already known my plans also. Unfortunately he makes his escapcordcordingly. Stupid tell tell walk, ruining my element of surprise. "Damn" I quietly curse to myself

"Hello, there sweetness. My, my don't we look tasty." a sultry voice whispers in my ear as the owner snake their hands around my waist. One hand pulls up my shirt exposing my stomach while the other hand presses heatedly against my uncovered flesh. A thumb wiggles flicking my belly ring as a pinkie tickles just inside of top of my waist band. I almost squeak in surprise but soon realize who it is and play my role expertly.

"Hmmmm" I moan biting my lip thrusting my hips back.

"I see you are still horny, my sweet brother" the voice giggles behind me

"And I see you are still a tease, my dear sister." I say spinning around.

"Me, have you looked at your self this morning?" she asks with a smile kissing me on the nose." Your jeans couldn't be any tighter," she looks down and then peeks around to my hips to the backside of me. "Or any lower, goodness Maize if you sneeze." She looks up and finally reads the front of my shirt. Grabbing my shoulder she spins me around to reread the back. "By the way Maize, nice shirt"

"Thanks, Lynx picked it out." I say with a smile she knows far to well.

"Really now,” She laughs, "Knowing you it was probably the lesser of two evils."

I wrap my arms around her and breathe in deeply then exhale with a sigh of content, "I missed you"

She nestles her forehead in the crock of my neck and hums, " I miss you too sweetie."

I back up and hold her hands, staring at her is like staring in some fantasy mirror. She looks exactly like me except with breast and without the tear in ear plus more earrings. I let go of her hand and smooth the sparkling white fur on her head. "Going natural" I say. Her response is a small nod, smile and a slow blink. I pull her close and cradle her delicate face in my hands once we are nose to nose I ask, "How long will you stay with me before you break my heart dear sister."

"I will leave when you figure out what you want." She says grasping my hands looking deeply into my eyes. "Now let us check on that stud of a wild cat you share a room with."
o, Io, I don't....I mean we....I don’t share a room with him we each have our own separate beds....rooms I means rooms separate rooms." I finally stutter out with all the gracefulness of a drunken sheepdog. She just laughs and drags my blushing and stuttering form behind her. My hand is quickly dropped when she sees two oversized ears and purple hair flowing beautifully between and falling like a waterfall down over broad shoulders. Violet with orchid highlighted hair almost tickling the waist band of the 6 feet seven inch frame standing about twenty paces in front of us.

"Lynx" she shouts. His ears twitch and perk up. He turns his head to see who has called his name so loudly golden eyes that are to die for scan the crowd darkly until they finally land on us. He smiles pleasantly then flashes a bit of fang in mock th. H. He walks up to us and before he can say hello my sister is already up in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms hugging his neck as she kisses his cheek repeatedly.

"Yea" I mumble under my breath as I walk over to them. "Well, I see you two have already met, so there really is no need for introduction." I say trying my best not to soundchy,chy, but I don't believe I managed very well

"Pan"

"Yes, Lynx" she replies still up in his arms.

He leans in closer to her ear and whispers loud enough so I can hear, "I think princess is jealous" his tongue ring flashing with the "th" sound.

"Jealous?" I scoff. "Never” He smiles and slides his hands over my sister ass and lifts her a bit higher nibbling on her neck playfully. I roll my eyes and look away as the tee hee of her small giggle float to my ears. "Simply don't enjoy my best friend groping and fondling my sister."

"OK" he says gently placing her down on the floor. He walks over to me in one long stride, leans in close getting inches away from my lips and slides his mouth across my cheek and up to my ear the only thing between us is his warm breath. "Would you enjoy it better if I groped and fondled you instead?"

"Um, um” I gape like a fish out of water.

He walks behind me put a hand on my shoulder and chuckles. "Well if I knew that is all it took to keep you quiet I would have used that method a long time ago."

After I finally got my wits and usually quick tongue in working order I retort to his and my sisters back "Funny kitty, but nothing keeps my quiet for long."

He stops turns and looks at me smiles devilishly and says "Perhaps you need something inside your mouth to keep it occupied."
Once again I stand in the middle of the floor dumbfounded and turning two shades of rouge. He walks back to me and guides me to the exit. "Come, come princess lets us leave before the other children began to think pink is your natural color"
I walk out of the room and for the first time in a very long time I did not want to be the center of attention.
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AN- just a quick note tlittlittle ficcy comes from some pictures I drew I wanted to do a comic with these two characters but.....I am too damn lazy. If you want to see the pictures I will send them to you, keep in mind drawing is not my strong suit neither is writing but pushing delete is a whole lot easier than erasing.