The Crush - starring Tom and Geri by Augie Doggie Why can't cartoons be more like this? From her hole below the picture frame, Geri gazed down at Tom asleep on his cushion. God, he was gorgeous! Every flick of his ears made her pulse race, every stretch of his legs made the nipples stand out through her brown fur, and when he rolled over onto his back the way he was now so she could feast her hungry eyes on the sheath of his glorious cock, its red head just peeking out... She gave a groan, one paw caressing the little bulge of her left breast, the other slipping between her legs and into her cunt. She knew the other mice in the neighborhood thought she was insane for having a crush on a cat, but his every movement, so lithe, so supple, so perfect, she couldn't help dreaming about him every night. Below her, Tom yawned, his deep, dark eyes fluttering open. A little smile played over his lips, and as Geri stared, he bent around and gently began licking his cock. It bulged up, Tom's purr so loud, Geri could hear it halfway up the wall. She leaned forward, wanted to drink in every instant of the sight, her own tongue darting out, her other paw moving down now to work her cunt, too. Oh, how she wished she could be down there licking his prick, stroking it softly, sliding it deeper and deeper into her...into her... She clenched her eyes, the orgasm shaking her from ears to tail, bigger than any she'd ever had just watching him before, almost like she was falling-- Falling? Her eyes snapped open, glorious waves still rolling over her spine, saw she was tipping forward out of the hole. She tried to grab for the walls, but with both paws jammed up her cunt, her muscles spasming so tight, she couldn't get them out... With a cry, Geri tumbled out of the hole, thumped head first onto the corner of Tom's cushion, bounced off, and landed sitting up on the floor, her paws still wedged into her cunt, one last shudder making her gasp. A throat clearing made her look up, Tom glaring down at her. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice smooth as silk. She forced a smile. "Oh, nothing," she managed to say. "Nothing at all." His eyes moved to focus on her crotch, and Geri wrenched her paws out, sticky and dripping, hid them behind her back. Tom drummed his claws against the floor. "What did I tell you the last time I caught you watching me, mouse?" The ripples of silvery fur and lean muscle up his arm made her throat close. Geri swallowed against it. "That you...that you like bigger girls." "And what else?" She had to look away from his hard, magnificent eyes. "That you'd...eat me...if I didn't lay off." "So guess what I'm going to do now?" The cushion creaked, his shadow looming over her. She glanced up at his broad chest, his trim stomach, his cock, big and pulsing so close. "Oh, God, yes!" She leaped up, wrapped herself around his prick, rubbed her whole body against it. "Eat you, eat you, eat you!" she moaned, licking the meaty head. "Hey! Get off!" Big paws slapped her, sent her flying across the room; she spun, hit the wall, landed upright on the floor. She shook her head clear, saw him quivering with fury, his fur ruffled, his claws out. "No mouse touches me like that!" he shouted, and he jumped for her. Quick as a flash she was racing for the window, his paws pounding the floor behind her. Leaping for the sill, she dug her claws in, hauled herself over and dropped to the lawn outside, the wonderful taste of his prick still on her tongue--oh, yes, that had been worth it. Even if he did kill her for it. A thump from the window above told her Tom was still after her; she scampered through the grass toward the big wooden fence that surrounded the yard. "You goddamn whore!" he shouted. Air whooshed, and Geri wished she dared to turn and watch him jump down, his body a symphony of feline grace. "You fuck with me, I'll rip you a couple new cunts!" The fence had a little hole in it, right near the bottom, and Geri scooted through out onto the sidewalk. "What the--?" she heard Tom's muffled voice, and the fence bulged out with a crash, the bulge shaped exactly like his surprised face. Geri grinned, jumped to plant a quick peck on the lips of his wooden image, then landed and ran up the sidewalk. His scream echoed around the neighborhood, and the scratching of his claws clambering over the fence made Geri pick up her pace, her eyes darting everywhere. On an open stretch like this, he could easily catch her. She needed-- A construction site across the street. Perfect. Looking quickly for traffic, she sprang off the curb onto the blacktop, ran full tilt for the open gate. "You can run, mouse!" Another whoosh: he would be on the sidewalk, coming after her fast. "But you can't--!" A horn blared, a truck roaring out of the construction site gate. Geri ducked down, wrapped her paws around her head, air rushing over her from the truck's passage. Tom, however... She heard him yowl, looked out between her claws to see the truck blast right over him and speed away, Tom squashed flat on the street. "No!" she shouted, scrambling over to his pancaked head, his eyes nothing but black 'X's, his tongue lolling out. Inhaling, she sucked air till her stomach swelled to the size of a softball, grabbed his whiskers, shoved her lips against his, and blew. Her ears ringing and head swimming, she emptied every last drop of air from her inflated self into him, and Tom's flattened body popped back into its normal, wonderful shape. Literally exhausted, she collapsed onto the blacktop and panted till she heard him groan; she looked over and saw him sitting up. "Are you all right?" she asked. He rubbed his head. "Yeah, I...I guess." "You're sure?" "Yeah." He took a breath, puffed it out. She savored the motion of his chest. "Well, you look OK." More than OK, actually: she licked her lips. "That was close, though." Tom nodded now, turned his gorgeous eyes to her, a smile curling his whiskers and making Geri's heart beat even faster. "Thanks, pal. I--" He blinked, his smile vanishing. "You!" he shouted. She had to jump, his paw slashing the air and just missing her. "You're dead, mouse!" She scrambled into the construction site, Tom right behind her. "Gonna split you right up the middle, you goddamn--" Another whoosh of claws, and pain blossomed through her back, spun her sideways. "Gotcha!" he yelled Spots over her eyes, the wall of the building being torn down loomed up in front of her. A window, though, glass broken, a metal grate across it; Geri threw herself through the bars and tumbled down into darkness, the stink of her own blood sharp against her whiskers. "Hey!" came Tom's shout. "Come back here!" But all Geri could do was fall and pray she hit something soft. She hit with a splash, though, liquid closing around her, sizzling into the cut on her back, making her gasp a mouthful, burning over her tongue, her throat, her stomach, her whole body. She flailed, struck something, felt herself tipping, falling again. Glass shattered, and a solid surface suddenly smacked up under her paws, more liquid raining down over her, drenching her fur and dowsing the burning to a dull ache as she knelt in the downpour and panted. After a moment, the falling liquid dropped to a trickle, and Geri managed to raise her head, saw she was kneeling on a steel table several meters below the window she'd fallen through. The tabletop was littered with glass shards of every shape and size, and she could see the remains of several shelves on the wall above her. Glasses in a rack, and she'd smashed them all when she'd dropped onto them, whatever liquid they'd held now soaking her completely. It made her tingle, whatever it was, the cut on her back and her stomach especially. She glanced around, saw a few torn labels on some of the shards: "experiment" and "rodent" and "growth." Her stomach clenched, made her gasp and double over, pain a tightening ball in her middle. It eased, let her uncurl, then slammed into her again, so hard this time it knocked her onto her side, the tabletop slick with liquid, skidding under her. She tried to dig at the surface, to stop herself, but the hard metal just cracked her claws, glass splinters stabbing into her paws. She howled, and then the surface was gone beneath her, her inner ear spinning, falling again, the pain tearing her skin open, tearing her-- She hit, then, and not very hard, either--or maybe she was already hurting so much, she didn't feel the impact. But the pain was already trickling away, letting Geri take a breath and sit up. She felt odd, shook her head, took another breath, a good deep one, deeper and deeper, her chest seeming to expand this time instead of her stomach, and she opened her eyes to see-- Her breasts bulging out from her rising chest, her brown fur thickening, bristling with lines of muscle, tightening and pulsing bigger and bigger as she stared. She tried to breathe out, but the expansion kept going, her breasts not sagging at all even though--God, how big were they? Swallowing, she reached for something, tried to stand, her eyes fixed on the slabs of muscle growing and spreading over her chest. Her paw found a surface just above her, and she hauled at it, got herself halfway standing before whatever she had grabbed crumpled in her claws and tore away, staggering her till she found her balance and stood, her head swimming. A few blinks cleared her eyes, and she raised her paw, looked at the chunk she'd torn loose, had to blink at it for a few more seconds before her mind registered that it was solid metal she was holding, the edges jagged, her paw even as she watched still squeezing it, deforming it. It felt like clay. Past her paw now, she saw that she'd torn the chunk from a metal tabletop, shattered glass and puddles of liquid covering it. Which was impossible. She was standing on the floor. She couldn't be looking over at the tabletop that she'd fallen onto. And her paw, the one squishing the chunk of metal. As it squeezed, her forearm strained with muscle, her biceps-- She dropped the metal, raised her arm, flexed biceps so huge, peaked, and solid beneath her fur, all she could do for a long moment was stare. Her chest, her breasts, her arms... What...what...what--? "Damn you, mouse!" Tom's voice shouted above her. She snapped her eyes up, saw his paw groping through the grate. "Come out, or I'll come in after you!" Geri blinked, saw a stairway leading up to a door a little further along the wall. Smiling, she strode across the room, the human furniture only slightly too large for her now, took the stairs two at a time instead of scrabbling up one slow step after another, reached the top and grabbed the doorknob, now level with her massive breasts instead of high above her reach. It was locked. She planted her paws and pushed, felt the pressure build up and up and up, her muscles knotting, the sheer strength coursing through her making her smile widen. The door creaked, cracked, the wood buckling, and with one last shove, she heaved the door out of her way, the hinges shattering, the panels crashing to the ground outside. She stepped through the doorway, turned to where Tom still squatted by the grate. He was just turning, his eyes meeting hers; she put her paws on her hips, puffed out her chest, and tightened all her new muscles. "Am I big enough for you now, Tom?" she asked. The cat jerked bolt upright, his eyes ballooning out, his jaw slamming into the ground so hard, dust flew up. His face returned quickly to its proper shape, but he didn't move, his silvery fur now more the gray of a granite statue. Geri started forward, heard his neck creak, his head tilting back; she was at least four inches taller than him now, she noted with glee. Reaching out one big paw, she stroked the silky fur beneath his beautiful ears. "Maybe a little too big?" she murmured. "No. Just right, I'd say..." He swallowed, a bulge traveling all the way down his throat. "Please don't hurt me," he whispered, his dark eyes wide. "Hurt you?" She inched forward, her breasts squeezing around his neck and over his shoulders, his head sliding up the chasm of her cleavage till his face was right in front of hers. "Oh, Tom. That's the furthest thing from my mind right now." Both arms around him, she wrapped him in her muscular embrace and kissed him the way she'd dreamed of kissing him for so long. For a few seconds, he didn't respond, his lips cold and still against hers. Then suddenly he was moving, pressing into her, his paws slipping through her fur to clutch at her broad back. "Oh, God, yes..." he moaned, and suddenly he was kissing her, too, his legs wrapping around her waist, his purr thick and rumbling her whole body. It was Geri's every fantasy come true: Tom, perfect and purring and in her arms. She could feel his prick now, hard and getting harder against the ridges of her abs. She moved her paws down to cup his sweet ass, started maneuvering his body so the pulsing rod of his cock moved down her stomach to her crotch, to the lips of her cunt. Then with a shove, she pushed him up and in. She couldn't help crying out, every nerve in her body on fire with sheer pleasure, Tom's gasps and his claws digging into the muscles of her back exciting her even further. Pulling him down, she rammed him in deeper, the barbs on the end of his feline penis scraping against her clit and making her cry out louder--perfect, perfect, perfect! Tom clung to her, his rough tongue curling around hers, his musky scent so sweet to Geri's whiskers, she never wanted to smell anything else ever again. One paw still jamming him deeper and harder into her, she slid the other up his back, pressed her huge forearm against him, wanted to squeeze him right into her skin, absorb him, make him hers forever and ever and-- She came then, a roaring, explosive orgasm like nothing she'd ever felt, Tom's yowls making her whole massive body clench with joy, his prick bucking inside her like a living thing, the awareness of his orgasm blasting another glorious wave through her. His claws quivered, sharp against her hard muscles, his legs tight around her thighs, his screams subsiding to gasps even as the fire sank within her to a steady rumble of pleasure, a purr she knew was his but which felt like her own. "Oh, God," she heard him groan. "Oh, Geri, that was..." His eyes drew open, deep and dark and gorgeous, and he stretched against her, touched his lips to hers, pulled back with a smile. Geri smiled back, moved her paws down to stroke the bottom of his thighs, let one claw gently tickle his balls. "And you said no mouse would touch you like this," she murmured. He laughed, low and rumbling like his purr, and his paws began doing wonderful things against the slabs of muscle along her back. "In your case, I'll make an exception." "Oh, good." She leaned down, gave him a quick kiss; then, cradling him in her big arms, she started walking out of the construction site. "'Cause with the humans still on vacation, we've got the house to ourselves for another day or so, seems to me." "True." He nestled closer between her huge breasts, making her heart leap. "You have something in mind?" "Well, now that I've got this exception..." She liked her lips. "It'd be a shame not to take full advantage of it. Don't you think?" "Oh, God, yes," he breathed, and Geri picked up her pace, heading for home, for his cushion, for him, her body already quivering with anticipation.