Remorse mixed right into Clara's curiosity. She felt numb and a bit sick and she didn't quite know
what to do. Insecure she bent down to scoop the little thing up, even though it was only about 5
centimeters tall, she could feel it shake violently from fear. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,
you guys are just so...freaking quick, please don't cry, please, shhh, shh."
The warm air from Clara's mouth, washing over the tiny girls body was too much for her too
handle. Clara felt the little thing go limb, unconscious, and she started to feel even worse.
Still, it felt exciting holding the little thing. It was warm, and even though now it was completely
limb she could feel it's tiny breaths. The mouse-girl had long brown hair, a cute little face and so
smooth skin. It was clothed in a rag, slash, dress that was made from a green, woolen cloth.
Clara could tell that the dress was made from fluff of the green blanket on the couch. "Wow, you
guys get around the house quite much, huh?" As Clara caressed the little thing's back the dress tore
apart. "Oops, oh, im sorry.", talking more to herself than anybody else obviously.
Oh, it's skin felt so smooth and soft and warm. She brought the tiny naked thing up to her mouth
and kissed it. Clara was in love before she even knew it. The guilty feeling in her stomach didn't
want to go away but she said to herself that it might vanish as soon as she had gained the little one's
trust and established friendship.
So far so good, but she would have to wait for the little thing to wake up, to get started. She turned
to the desk, grabbed a pillow from the bed and put the little thing on it while she would check some
facts about the tiny mouse-people.
Wikipedia helped her out: Even though the "Mouse-People" (Mus Hominae) where genetically a
species of mice (mus) they had many homo sapien traits that made this particular species so
interessting. They walked upright, communicated via very well evolved languages, had neither fur
nor a tail and so on and so forth. To make it short, despite their size they looked quite like regular
homosapiens. However, their lifespan was only ten years (an outrageous lifespan for mice), they
reached puberty after only 1 year and they multiplied much faster than humans too. Not quite as fast
as regular mice, but still very, very quickly.
They clothed themselves, buildt shelters like huts or dug in caves and ate what they would find. All
too often they entered human houses to steal food, seek shelter from cats, martens and weasels or
gather generally usefull stuff like cloth, metal and so forth and sometimes they just stayed there.
The article said that many houses where propably infiltrated without any human noticing it, they
predominantly lived in old houses because they offered the most hiding spots: Holes in walls and in
the floor, especially floorboards where attractive to them because they could sometimes build entire
cities underneath.
Clara wondered just how many of them where living under the floor boards of their house and how
it must be to them. Sure when she walked around above their little civilization or what ever they
had propably build down there each footstep would create an ear deaffening boom and their world
would shake. To them, she was a giant, no wonder they hid and ran away as soon as she entered a
room. She couldn't help but feel a little bit aroused.
Looking back at the tiny girl she felt cleft in twain. Rationality told her that she was looking at an
animal, a parasite that stole her food, crapped on the floor and multiplied in her house without any
permission. But her heart told her that she wanted it. She wanted to keep the tiny thing, at least for a
little while to still her curiosity. If she eventually would get bored of it she could still put it in the
garden and try to drive out her clan aswell.
She caressed the tiny thing and kissed it a few times before she tunred back to the article. They
didn't carry any severe deseases. "Ha, good news!", she laughed as she realized she'd been kissing a
little naked rodent all the while without caring about any deseases it might carry.
Oh, it was so little and cute. She couldn't help it anymore. Overcome by curiosity and desire she
grabbed the little thing, hugged it, kissed it, squeezed it in her hands, smelt it, licked it...
"Get off my sister you giant fucking ogre!", the voice was soft and sounded far away, but it was
destinctly male. Male and blood coughingly angry. Claras heart raced, guiltily she put the little girl
down and tunred around. Noone there.
"You titanic twat, what do you think you're doing huh? You think 'cause you're so big you can do
what ever the fuck you want?", it clanged.
There, infront of the wardrobe stood an itsy bitsy, teenie weenie mouse man with the hands on his
hips, shouting monstrocities at her. "Put her down on the floor, monster cunt!"
Clara was impressed with the boldness of this tiny man. Standing at 1,65m and he at ~5 cm she was
33 times his size.
"Put her on the floor, ogre, right fucking now!", he sounded completely confindet. A glance back at
the tiny naked form on the pillow, still blacked out, she stood up and aproached the tiny shouting
man with slow and easy steps.
Her jawmuscles lost the fight against a giant playfull grin. The little guy was propably lucky she
didn't take it personally what he spout at her, she thought. But she understood his situation, he
couldn't know what we she was going to do with her little captive.
"Yeah, come for me you big ugly bimbo.", the man roared. It was obviously a move to distract her
so she looked back at the tiny girl on the desk. Nothing suspicious to be seen, she proceeded
towards the tiny man who in turn went backwards und ducked under the armoire. Clara nelt down
and peeked under it. The gap was too small for her hand but she could see his siluette in the
darkness.
"Haha, sucks if you're so big now, doesn't it?", it came from under there. Clara could spot the
siluette of a hole in the floor boards next to the man, his saftety net. Frustrated she looked around
the room, saw a long ruler on the floor and reached for it. Quickly she shoved it under the wardrobe
where she did see the hole and pushed the man away from it.
"No, fuck you!", he spat. But she had him. She used the ruler to send the man sprawling from
underneath the armoire and he was rolling helplessly over the floor boards. from her knees Clara
made a leap for him and before he could get up she put her right hand above him, his face peeking
out between her middle and ring finger.
Comming back to his senses the man fought back, he squirmed, kicked and bit her but it was no
use. She simply tranfered more weight on him until the quirming stopped. This was too fun. Just a
little more weight and with an "ooph", she could hear the air being pushed out of his lungs.
She kept it that way for two seconds and then released the pressure, still holding him in place. She
couldn't remember being this mean to any animal, or human being for that matter, but until today
noone or nothing had ever insulted her in such a gruesome way. She wasn't angry at all but it was an
excellent excuse to play a little evil.
Her face was now hovering directly above the man, an uncontrollable playfull grin on her lips and
burning curiosity in her eyes.
"Go ahead, ogre bitch, smush me.", the man's voice still sounded angry, but there was something
else. Clara knew, it was the sound of frustrated helplessness. She had heard it before on TV in a
soccer game that had ended 14 to nothing.
"Umm...no", she said, matter of factly. "Fine.", the man said, "Then fuck you and let me go."
"Doesn't it occur to you, that if you want something from me, being diplomatic about it might get
you a bit further than making me angry? You know the saying about 'biting the hand that feeds you',
well, you take it a bit further, you are litterally biting the hand that does not turn you into paste.", as
soon as she had said it, she realised that this was her first ever real conversation with a mouse-man.
His insults had distracted her. She was amazed and waited for him to say something.
"So what the fuck you want to do with me?", Gee, this boy was good. He made it sound like he was
bored of her, he sounded arrogant even. It was time to turn the tables for Clara. "Umm, I don't know
yet? Ha, this seize difference is so terribly unfair I could do what ever I want with you.", increasing
the pressure a bit and releasing it again, she smirked the most gigantic, playfull and propably evil
smirk that her face could muster. She felt the tiny man shiver under her hand and she could make
out the blatant fear in his eyes.
This was fun, but it was a guilty pleasure. No matter how bad the insults where, she should never
act like she was toying with his life. On top of that she noticed that she had actually become wet
and she couldn't explain to herslef why. The man looked good, propably slightly older than her, she
was 20, but it was clearly not he himself that aroused her. It dawned onto her that she got a kick
from power and her moral conscious was going haywire about it. It was time to end this awkward
situation and the cleverer would have to give in.
With a sigh she said: "You know how lucky you are that Jasper and I are such hippies? Come on,
let's make a trade: I get to talk to you for a while, you will answer my questions and you get to see
after your sister. She fell unconscious when I took her and I don't know if she is perfectly allright. If
she is in shock she might be in real danger, so lets see to that first."
"Do I have a choice, ogre mummy?", he was falling back into his arrogant tone, but this time he had
taken it a bit too far. "And you will drop those damn insults on me or I'll show you how ogrish I can
really be!", she shouted at him and his face turned to a grimace of pain. "Allright, please not so
loud!", he sounded severely in pain and she began to become calmer allready.
"Allright, little guy, but you should really drop the ogre. Humans can inflict and have indeed
inflicted the most horrible attrocities upon each other and other species alike and I really try in my
life to be as diplomatic and peacefull as I can be, okay? Please drop that, I may be 33 times your
size but I have feelings too, don't forget that.", she picked him up as she said it and help him gently
directly infront of her face.
He just stared at her and she could see the hate vanishing from his face. "I'm...sorry...umm.", he
stammered. Clara errupted into laughter, "Oh you cute little boy, that's allright." He obviously didn't
like to be called 'little' and even less a 'boy', but before he could open his mouth to protest Clara
went to the Desk and gently dropped the little man next to his sister. After a while of looking after
her he said: "I think she will be allright as soon as she wakes up.
Umm, you can ask me a few questions now if you like, as soon as my sister wakes up I want to
return her to our tribe."
Clara wasn't planning on letting them go but she decided to delay having the next conflict with this
little fighter until later. She had to take the opportunity of his cooperation.
So she began the interview.