Take Georgia Home

Georgia the mouse-girl cuddles close to you as you settle paperwork with the pet shop owner. She continues to look up adoringly at you and you find yourself returning her gazes of adoration. It seems she’s also looking to you for…protection of some kind, as if afraid of the world and believing that you can stand between it and her. Once or twice as others pass in the room, she seems to almost be hiding behind you. You gently stroke one of her large ears and the back of her head which she seems to like.

“It’s okay, Georgia,” you say softly to her, “I’m here…you’re with me now.”

This assurance causes Georgia to suddenly leap up, clinging to your torso, her short and fleshy legs wrapping around your waist, her proportionately very large bosom squished against your chest, her little hands clutching the back of your head, as she spreads lots of little kisses all over your face. She’s not yet said a word to you, but her pleasure at having found you and her devotion to you are quite obvious. You manage to return several of them, her soft and full lips (made even fuller due to her slight overbite) joining with yours in a kiss that is both innocent and heated. After that, she just stares into your eyes until the pet shop owner clears his throat politely and the two of you make to head home. You’re warned that Georgia is indeed very shy and will likely “hide” around other people, at least until she’s gotten to know the outside world a bit. Best to introduce slowly to avoid culture shock.

As the two of you ride in the back of a taxi to get home, Georgia slides directly onto your lap and whispers her first words to you.

“Do you like me, Master?” she murmurs in your ear with the slightest of slight lisps.

“Yes, Georgia,” you say, your arms around her, “I like you very much.”

“And will you keep me forever?” she whispers, now a bit excited, “I promise I’ll be good. I’ll be the best girl you could ever have.”

“Yes,” you say, nuzzling her with your nose, “Forever.”

Georgia lets out a mouse-like squeak of joy and proceeds to cover your face with kisses before simply straddling your lap and softly kissing your mouth in a long series of deep and loving smooches. Having this luscious little mouse-girl astride your lap and plastering herself to you has had the effect of making you very aroused and you’re certain she can feel that, because she’s grinding against it with an almost innocent and reflexive action.

You scoop Georgia up gently to carry her over the threshold of your home and her eyes go wide a saucers as she sees the size of it. It’s not extremely big by your standards, but for her it is humongous. You find a note that says that a “basement” area has been made under the home for Georgia so she can run around the tunnels every now and then. The two of you settle on the couch and Georgia wraps herself around you once again, this time rubbing her short but voluptuous body against you sensuously.

“Master,” she whispers, “I’m so glad you chose me…I want to show you how grateful I am.”