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It was the weekend and Anon was trying to watch the latest Star Wars show, trying being the keyword. He’d seen the original trilogies once and in a fit of nostalgia he’d decided a few days ago to check out the new shows from Disney, but that seemed to have been a mistake. He’d thought that the awful writing of the first episode had simply been a fluke, but somehow the writers had managed to make the second episode even worse. He was only halfway through it and was already considering whether he should simply cancel the streaming subscription that he’d purchased for this. Just then he suddenly heard a frustrated squeak coming from under his couch. Anon raised his eyebrows in surprise, freezing as he pricked up his ears for the sound. Instead of another squeak, though, he heard a mousy little voice launching into an angry tirade about the show that he’d been trying to watch.
“A jedi wouldn’t say stuff like that! Who wrote this shit? Why are all these characters so goddamn stupid?! Ugh!!”
The tirade continued, albeit at a lower volume after the initial outburst. Yup, there was definitely someone under his couch. Leaning over the edge to take a peek beneath, Anon was surprised to see a white mouse anthro glaring angrily at the television, cursing under her breath as if she could somehow will the show into a watchable state through sheer anger. On the floor was an opened bag of salt and vinegar potato chips. She was probably only 2 feet tall and next to a small girl like her the bag looked comically large. It also looked awfully familiar. It actually looked a lot like the bag that Anon had misplaced yesterday. Hey, wait a minute...
“Those are my chips!”
Anon hadn’t meant to shout as loud as he did but he really liked that salt and vinegar. The little mouse girl jumped and her murine instinct to scamper kicked in, promptly causing her to try jumping into the bag. Naturally, it didn’t work since she was a rather large mouse. Also her ass was way too fat, probably from eating so many chips. Live by the chip, die by the chip. Instead the mouse only managed to get the bag stuck over her head and began rolling around like a dumbass while squeaking loudly. Eventually Anon had to reach in and pull the mouse out by the tail when it became clear that freeing herself wasn’t about to happen anytime soon. Luckily she didn’t put up much of a struggle so it was easy to just pull the bag off her head. The mouse blinked at the sudden brightness and gave him a grateful smile, acting as it things were completely normal and her choking to death in a chips bag was a totally normal part of their shared daily routine.
“Hey, dude!”
Anon raise an eyebrow.
“That’s all you have to say?”
Scrunching up her nose in thought for a moment, the mouse quickly reached into the bag and brought out a large potato chip.
“Um... Chip?”
Anon was just about to tell her off but then he remembered again just how much he really liked salt and vinegar. He let out a long sigh as he allowed himself to surrender to the absurdity of the situation.
“Yeah, sure.”
Taking the offered chip, he sat down next to the little mouse and popped it into his mouth. Next to him he heard the rustle of the bag and obnoxious crunching as the mouse followed suit.
“Good, huh? Spotted it when I was down there. The best chip in the bag, and it’s all yours.”
Anon decided to state the obvious, lest this little pest get too caught up in patting herself on the back for her supposed generosity.
“Yeah, it’s mine ‘cause I bought it.”
With a frown on his face Anon yanked the bag out of the mouse’s hands, making her ears and whiskers droop slightly as she lost her ill-gotten bag of snacks. He was still annoyed but he had to admit that did look a little cute. The mouse began outright pouting which just looked even cuter. Well, dammit. He couldn’t stay mad at a face like that. Anon took another salt and vinegar chip for himself before pushing the whole bag back into the arms of the mopey mouse. Her eyes instantly lit up and she let out a happy squeak as she hugged the bag like a long-lost friend returned to her after years spent apart.
“Thanks, Anon!”
Anon looked down at the widely grinning mouse and reached for another chip. She was quick to angle the bag so he could grab one.
“You have me at a disadvantage, Miss...?”
The mouse’s response was muffled by the small handful of chips that she had just now decided to greedily stuff into her face.
“Minnie.”
With a raised eyebrow instantly shooting up, Anon couldn’t keep from letting out a chuckle.
“Really? Minnie the mouse?”
Minnie rolled her eyes, no doubt sick to death of hearing that comparison by now.
“Tell me ‘bout it. Mom thought it was cute.”
Anon allowed himself a little smile. It was pretty cute. Then it was time to get serious again.
“Now, what the hell were you doing under my couch?”
Minnie the mouse looked up at him as if he had just asked her the dumbest question in all of history.
“The housing market is shit right now so I’m crashing with Mom.”
Anon blinked in confusion.
“Under my couch?!”
The mouse nodded as if living under someone’s couch was a totally normal thing that people did all the time. She crunched down on another chip.
“Well, if you wanna get technical, me and Mom live in the hole in the wall behind the couch.”
She looked rather smug about this answer for some reason. Maybe living in a hole in the skirting board was the mouse equivalent of having a penthouse. Anon had no idea. As if summoned by being mentioned three times like the ghost of Blood Mary, a second slightly deeper mousy voice suddenly rang out across the living room.
“Hi, honey~!”
Minnie turned to nonchalantly wave to the mouse that was so obviously her mother.
“Hey, Mom!”
Anon followed suit, turning to see Minnie’s mother casually strolling into the living room with a mouse-sized grocery bag in each paw. Unsurprisingly, she was a more mature and curvier version of her daughter albeit one with black fur that stood at a somewhat taller 3 feet. Her ass was much fatter than her daughter’s, too. Anon was pretty sure that if he’d ever tried looking up the word “mouse MILF”, he would’ve seen a picture of her next to it. The older mouse looked up at Anon still sitting on the couch and smiled.
“Hey, handsome. See you’ve already met my little girl. I’m Jasmine. Been livin’ here since they built the place. Enchanté~.”
Flustered to hell and back, Anon’s attempts to introduce himself didn’t get very far before Jasmine interrupted him with another flirtatious remark.
“Oh, I already know. It’s been a joy living with such a handsome young man~.”
Jasmine giggled as she winked at him coquettishly. Anon blushed. What even was his life at this point? Mouse squatters stealing his chips while curvy mouse mommies flirted with him incessantly. He honestly wasn’t sure what to think anymore. Had they been spying on him? Before he could kick his brain back into gear and come up with a sensible response, the older mouse had ducked under the couch to drop off her groceries. Anon looked over at Minnie who was still munching chips, grinning widely before giving him a big thumbs-up with a small paw. He allowed himself to smile back. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. A minute later Jasmine returned from behind the couch and plopped down next to the other two. Staring at the new Star Wars with what seemed to be no small amount of misgivings, Jasmine let out a long exhale as she seemed to deflate. A few moments later she looked up at Anon with a mischievous look in her dark eyes.
“How about puttin’ on the original trilogy instead of this garbage and we’ll give you a nice long double-mouse blowie~?”
No one had any objections to that plan, least of all Anon. A few minutes later A New Hope was playing on the television and Anon had been surrounded by the hungry-looking mice girls. He looked down at Jasmine who was eying up his erection with an almost predatory look. Was this even safe or was she just about to choke herself to death? He glanced over at Minnie. The younger mouse was biting her lip, a small paw slowly rubbing away between her legs while she stared intently at her mother sliding Anon’s large cock down her throat. He groaned loudly as the mature mouse slid him deeper and deeper before finally somehow managing to take the whole thing. The insane tightness of her throat was making him sweat. After bobbing her head up and down a few dozen times, Jasmine pulled her mouth off with a lewd slurping noise and handed the cock off to her daughter. Minnie let out a happy little squeak and began trying her best to mimic her mother. She couldn’t take all of it yet, but what she lacked in capacity she more than made up for in enthusiasm. Jasmine leaned against Anon as she watched her daughter practice, beaming with pride.
“Damn, Anon. You taste good~. Tell you what, if you’re still hard when Return of The Jedi starts, I’ll let you knock me up, as many times as you want~.”
Minnie’s giggled around the human cock lodged in her throat while her tear-filled eyes sparkled. As usual she was acting as if this was just another completely normal thing, seemingly thrilled at the prospect of becoming a big sister to all the half-breed babies that Anon would be shooting into her slutty mother. Maybe she was just thinking of getting some babies for herself. Jasmine probably wouldn’t mind some grandkids. Anon swallowed loudly, grabbing himself another salt and vinegar chip as he tried to focus his attention on the movie and not on the tight mouse throats bobbing up and down on his manhood.
[Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.]