Although they are not my art, I want to share with you these beautiful gifts that I received from "TheBigMansini" inspired by the story Cat and Rabbit. It was incredible, don't you think?

In 2014 I published a book called Chinese Zodiac Furry by Jiló on the website lulu.com and there they printed books on demand. Time passed and the site changed a lot. Today the book is out of print and I lost a lot of this book in faulty backups. Fortunately I have all the original texts in the emails and the original pencil art preserved in polyonda folders. So I feel compelled to completely redo this book and I intend to share with you the entire process of treating the images again. This is the new cover version.

 

Since I got divorced three years ago, nothing worth taking note has happened, until now. I’m a 41-year-old female mouse and I haven’t kept a diary since my adolescence, but writing this entry today just has reinforced how enthusiastic I am, and also how confused I am. I bought this notebook for fashion design classes, but I’m sure I’ll need to buy another one; this one will be my current confidant. It’s a childish but necessary attitude. I don’t want to go back to therapy anymore. I’m tired of psychologists extorting my money. Not when I’m unaware of how much this adventure might change my life.

            

I was fifteen years married with the father of my son, today an 18-year-old handsome brown mouse, with strong teeth and shiny fur. He already knows how to drive and his father gave him a car when he reached adulthood. They get along well with each other. Oh, and if I’m explaining a lot about my son it’s because he’s important to understand my dilemma… my problem. - I still don’t know how to define it. - Actually I don’t even know if it’s really a dilemma or a problem, but I know it’s something new. As I was saying, I took up this fashion course two weeks ago and I’m enjoying it a lot. I’ve spent most of my life as a Dion seller, a really famous French designer and I’ve fallen for fashion. But only now, with my son grown up and free from this choker husband, I was able to enroll in a college. This was enough to notice that my life is taking a new direction. But it’s, so far, a wanted and, somehow planned, direction. As I said, I’ve been there for only two weeks and I’m still making new friends. Most of the girls there (yes, there are only girls in my class) are younger than me. Most of them could be a candidate as my daughter-in-law, and I need to get used to it. Not that it is my problem, although it is somehow linked to it. But if it was only that, it wouldn’t justify my torment. I know I’m shrouding too much, but even to verbalize what happened is still hard for me. I’ll try to get there.

            

Studying again after many years is really weird, especially with teachers giving so much work to do. Some of the work is in group, which forces me to debate with nineteen/twenty-year-old girls. One of those girls, Renata, is a small cute mouse with short hair and the body of a magazine model. I specify because being a runway model would require her to be much taller. Actually, it’s rare for us to see mice working in fashion, since our height isn’t really something enviable. Renata is a fun and beautiful young female; I’d love to introduce her to my cub. Anyway this group project made me get closer to her. When the art teacher gave us work to be done in pair, she invited me to do it with her. I accepted it without thinking twice. When the class was over… Ah! I forgot to say that it’s an evening course. So, when the class was over she invited me to go to her place for us to work that night, because she’d have a lot of things to do the following day. Since my son was sleeping at his father’s, I thought it’d be great to “overwork” that night and finally solve things. I’m in.

Her apartment wasn’t too far from the university. Three subway stations and we were already there. She opened the door and quickly took off her shoes. She suggested I do the same to relax my feet paws. Her apartment was all carpeted, so cozy, and the smell of jasmine was pleasurable. This must be a mouse thing, we like tidy, clean places. She pointed the couch and offered me a beer while she went to the shower. I let my purse on the couch and started to look around her living room. From the bathroom, she must have left the door open, because I could hear her asking me to turn on the radio if I wanted to listen to some music. I enjoyed the idea and did. The CD she had in was from a pop singer, one of those modern ones, I don’t have a clue of whom.

I heard the sound of the shower being interrupted and after a long time she came back. She was wearing shorts and a loosen shirt without bra. She had small, but firm breasts. Something I envied. Mine are no longer that beautiful and firm, although they are still pretty and I’m proud of them.

Renata walked quickly through the living room toward the kitchen. She picked up two cans of beer, took one of them and offered me the other.

She sat on the couch and tossed her notebooks and books on the coffee table. That was a clear sign that I should do the same. I was reaching the purse that I left on the couch and ended up practically on top of the girl, I could feel my breast touching hers slightly. I blushed so hard, but tried to remain calm, like nothing had happened. I hurried up to take my things off my purse when I noticed her looking deeply at me. She raised the beer can and sipped it a few times. That was making me nervous.

I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my cheekbones all red and warm; I readily washed them and recomposed myself. What a shame, rubbing myself against a girl!

It was an accident, but her glance made me deeply embarrassed. I really wanted to go home, but that’d be really weird. She’d ask me why and I wouldn’t be able to answer without being rude. I just needed to calm myself! No reason to be like this.

When I came back the small mouse was sitting on the floor, using the coffee table to write on the notebook. She had already opened the books and was taking notes.

 

It was past 11 and the work was going well. Sometimes she stood up to grab more beer. And when she came back she sat by my side. Youth is something so enviable. She was so carefree that, when she leaned herself toward the notebooks she showed off her small breasts. Without any bra and with such a loose shirt, I could see her nipples. The last time she came back with the beer she accidentally bumped her elbow against my left breast slightly. She handed me the can and I drank it willingly. I was getting a bit drunk, my shoulders were relaxed, so I reclined myself on the couch, stretched for a while with my eyes closed, relaxing. When I realized, I felt lips touching mine. At a first moment I wasn’t even worried about who’s they were, but as soon as a bit of my mind woke up I opened my eyes. Renata noticed it and moved away slowly, staring at me, waiting for something. When she noticed I wasn’t going to do anything, she kissed me again, but this time her tongue slipped inside my mouth. Her tongue was cold and tasted of beer, but it was warming me up slowly. Soon her tongue wasn’t the only thing touching me, her small fingers began to caress my breasts over my blouse. I felt a heat growing up as she caressed my breasts. The kiss wasn’t long anymore, but quick and frenetic. She kissed my entire face while her fingers explored my chest. My nipples were hard already, and it was my turn. With my hands I groped her tiny waist and slid them underneath her shirt, reaching her small breasts, hard and pointy. She broke the kiss and took off her shirt. I could examine her naked bust as my thighs felt the excitement of the little lady’s dripping cunt. She quickly undid my blouse and made my big breasts show off. I took off my bra and we both sat looking at each other’s bare breasts.

She stood up and I pulled her shorts down. She had a pretty cunt, with nice, combed fur, looking like she was shaved. Her tail wagged constantly, and I’d seen her shaking that ass so many times that night… She had quite a big rump for somebody so small.

Still standing she wrapped her thighs around my head and made me suck her glistering slit. As soon as my tongue touched her soft lips, her body trembled and she let out a moan. That turned me on so much that I soaked my panties. She held my head firmly. Her fingers messed up my hair as she massaged the back of my neck. Soon her hips began to move frantically, she was fucking my mouth and I realized she wanted to cum on my maw. I shoved my thumb deep inside her tight ass and she screamed. That was the “touch” that let her reach her peak. Renata stepped back, her legs were trembling so much that she sat down on the table, still shivering. I didn’t know what to say or do; I was just watching that girl having her spasms. I had already been fingering myself, doing it even harder after that. 

Renata stood up and kneeled down in front of me, moved the table aside with her tail and undid my skirt. She pulled it down up to my shin and then my panties. My cunt wasn’t so well trimmed like hers, but it didn’t seem to frighten her. She shoved her fingers inside me and fucked me with them, looking at me in a naughty, challenging way, whispering: cum for me, bitch! Cum for me! Cum big-titties! Cum!

I washed her fingers with my hot juices, screaming like I hadn’t screamed in a long time, because I came like I hadn’t came in a long time. She kept gently fingering my wet cunt until I calmed down, and then slowly pulled them out. She hugged me and cuddled in my lap.

 

It was my first lesbian experience and I still don’t know what to do with the thought. She’s called me twice; I didn’t answer them, and sent me a message: I hope we can do more work in pair this semester!
I’m frightened, but every time I remember what happened I get excited, wanting to do it again. I don’t think I want that small mouse as a daughter-in-law, because I’d die of jealousy!