“A Difficult Centaur Birth”

A Difficult Centaur Birth
by Unknown

It was morning in the grassy homelands, high up on the mountain. The summer air was warm, and the sun had just finished rising in the sky. On this mountain, hidden from humans and other predators, a herd of centaurs thrived.

The herd was large, dozens of females and males. They were ruled and dominated over a powerful stallion leader. His coat was as black as night, and he was a stern ruler. They were however, the last centaurs.

So they were close to ceasing to exist. To prevent the dreaded extinction, it was constantly breeding season for the herd.

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“Blood & Milk – Alleyway

Blood & Milk – Alleyway
by Miss Mouse

This piece is part of a larger project, a story set in Victorian London, focusing on Cecily Marston, a governess for a wealthy family who falls pregnant by her employer. Not long afterwards, she is predated by a vampire named Anila, and the two develop a relationship. This scene, “Alleyway” is set somewhere in the later part of the story.

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“The Open Window”

The Open Window
by Unknown

I see her now, playing with her girls in her yard next door. The last two and a half years seems like it has gone by so fast, but I remember a time in the past when time didn’t go by quick enough.

I was just fixing to enter the seventh grade in the heat of August when they moved in next door. The four of them drove up: two in the moving van and two in a late model four door Chevrolet. The two parents were average in appearance and by no means Ozzie and Harriet. The older of the two children, although neither of the two would have been called a child, was a tall guy probably eighteen or older. The other was his sister, a brunette, small in stature, but as anyone could see, blossoming quite nicely. She was no more than fifteen, or at least she would appear to have been fifteen; that was what I thought fifteen year old girls were supposed to look like anyway. It was several months before I discovered she was still only fourteen, which made her ripely blooming figure even more remarkable.

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As of today, the Mouse Den is officially open to the public! Please take a look around and enjoy your stay… maybe even submit something!

I’d like to take a moment to reiterate our policy on newer works:
We seek to archive as many stories from all over as possible, but especially older works from defunct sites and authors who are no-longer active.

We do not have a strict rule against it, but please do not submit works by active authors who have sites where they post their stories. We don’t want to take traffic away from them, and I don’t want to spend all day everyday scraping stories off of DeviantART.

That said, if you’re an active author and you want to submit something you wrote, or if you have received the author’s permission, we’ll gladly accept your submission!

If you see something of yours posted here against your wishes, send us a message and we’ll remove it, no questions asked!

If you’re an author with something on here, let us know and we’ll link to your site on our Authors page!

Thanks for understanding and enjoy our stories~
Miss Mouse


by Miss Mouse

I came up around a bend in the trail to see her standing in a clearing by the path, a bundle of twigs in one arm. At first, I wasn’t sure what I was seeing; this far up the mountain everyone you ran into was an experienced hiker, prepped and outfitted for the wilderness.

And here was a woman who looked better suited for a drum circle in the park.

She looked college-aged, her young face dotted with freckles and a little smudged with the dirt of the woods. Her clothes all looked homemade, her top being little more than a length of blue fabric wrapped around her chest and tucked into itself. In a similar fashion, her ankle-length skirt seemed to be a few layers of different-colored fabric on top of each other and fastened across her hips. Her sandals looked like the sort a college hippie would wear, being mostly woven hemp of the same fashion as her tasseled bracelets and necklaces were.

The woman was very pregnant, the great swell of her belly pushing her breasts to either side as they rested atop it and forcing her skirt down from her waist. As I watched, she awkwardly began to crouch, struggling to pick up a twig with her limited ability to bend.

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“How Many?”

How Many?
by Unknown

Layla McDonald; 21 years old,fairly slim body, C-cup breasts, cury hips, and long, brunett, almost black hair. She was a really nice person, anyone you asked would tell you that. She was always willing to help if you needed it, and she was always there to talk to if you were expieriancing some sort of distress.

    She lived with her older sister, Sara, in a marvelous house out on the beaches of California. The two decided to move out here after Sara, who was a fantastic scientist and one of the leading minds in virtually ALL feilds of research, acquired a highley sought after position at a nearby university.

    This is where our story begins.

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“Baby Factory”

Baby Factory
by Dragonfly

Darla jumped for joy at the positive test result. Right there in front of her was the delightful little “+” mark showing that she was finally carrying the little bundle of joy she had been trying for for several years.

Bluntly put, Darla was a slut.

A prostitute by profession, she humped as many guys as possible, as often as possible, and insisted on no condoms, ever. She had obsessed about pregnancy since going through puberty years before, but nothing ever seemed to work. Now, at last, her dream had finally come true.

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“Aria: In her Lover’s Arms (part 3)

Aria: In her Lover’s Arms (part 3)
by Miss Mouse

It took many long weeks, but Aria recovered from her ordeal, safe in her home in the Forrell Mountains, Beryl caring for her day and night. She took it easy, spending her days laying in bed and resting, however much she may have wanted to go about her exercises and chores.

Routine was fulfilling for Aria, and a life devoid of it made her uneasy.

Beryl saw to her every need, bringing her food, washing her, massaging her sore muscles, helping her walk when the idleness became too much… It was a lot of work, but she was up to the task.

By now, Aria’s pregnancy had become a severe obstacle. In the few months that had passed since her captivity, her belly had grown prodigiously, now taking up Beryl’s usual spot on the bed. It weighed as much as she had before becoming pregnant, and Kera’s movements were extremely powerful now.

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“Tale Of Two Children – The 6th Night”

Tale Of Two Children – The 6th Night
by Maxi

The day had been rather tiring for the prince, having met with the king’s officials for the whole morning, then discussing military strategies with General Tania. By the time that was all done, he had to even visit some villages to maintain the royal family’s positive image.

He returned to the castle, stopping by the table for some supper. Though he was surprised Princess Lisette didn’t join him for the meal, and was even informed she ate early.

“I guess she had a reason..” Edward said to himself.

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