Chapter Six: Hostage to Fantasy:

10 a.m. Noiz stood at the wardrobe, trying to pick out something to wear. Suddenly, someone took her by the waist. She glanced behind her, smiling.

“You’re finally up,” she said. Mosh nuzzled her neck.

“Mmm,” his wife said.

“What are you doing?” the mouse asked.

“Getting something to wear.”

“Uh-uh-uh, remember our deal?”

Noiz looked at him. “Hm?”

Her pet nuzzled her neck. His mistress-wife smiled.

“Oh, right,” she whispered. “No clothing?”

“Yes,” Mosh said with a nod. Noiz lowered her hand. The mouse kissed her on the neck.

“Goody kitty,” he whispered.

“Mmm, so what then?” she asked.

Mosh thought about that for a moment.

“Whatever.”

“Whatever?”

“Yeah.”

“Well then, I want tea.”

Mosh raised an eyebrow at her. “Tea?”

“Yeah, as in a tea ceremony.”

The mouse still looked lost. “Why?”

Noiz smirked to herself. “Because, it’s part of the fantasy.”

“The fantasy?”

“Look around you.”

Mosh did so. That’s when he noticed their room again. He ordered the room to be a fantasy out of the Floating World. It all clicked to him.

“Oh,” he whispered.

“Yes,” Noiz replied. Mosh nuzzled her on the neck.

“Would you like mousey tea this morning?” he whispered. His wife gave him a puzzled look.

“Mousey tea?” she asked. Mosh grinned at her.

“Come along and you shall see,” he said. His wife smiled at him.

“Okay,” she said.

Husband and wife set the table in few seconds. Noiz prepared the tea as the best that she could. Mosh shrank down as she did so. He hopped onto the table.

“Tea ready?” he asked.

“Just about,” she said. They looked into the cup. Noiz smiled at the green liquid inside. A smile came onto her face.

“It’s ready,” she said. Mosh perked up.

“Good,” he said. Mosh climbed into her cup. The mouse boy sank down into the hot green mini-bath. His wife watched on, curious.

“How is it?” she asked.

“Like a hot springs!” he cheered.

“I see,” Noiz replied. Mosh splashed around a bit.

“Enjoy,” he said.

“What? Do I just drink up?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Just like that?”

“Yeah.”

His wife paused for a moment. “Okay,’ she said. Noiz slowly picked up the cup. She got ready to take a drink.

But then… Noiz paused.

“Wait,” she said. Mosh looked at her.

“What is it?” she asked. She didn’t speak at first. Then, a smile came onto her lips.

“Can we do this more often?” she asked. Mosh smiled back at her.

“Anything you want, Noiz-sama!” he cheered.

“Thank you,” the kitty said as she bowed her head. Noiz drank up her tea in one gulp. She held her husband in her mouth.

“Mmm!” she murmured. Mosh began to rub himself against her tongue. Such movements made his wife shiver.

Ooo, she thought as she began to suck harder. Rapture coiled around her spine many times. She could almost feel herself jump. The cat fought to keep the taste in her mouth.

Oh wow, Noiz thought. This is… This is… Oh yes!

But alas, it had to end. Noiz reluctantly swallowed at the climax. The kitty collapsed back on the floor, smiling.

“Wow!” was all she could say. That was all she wrote for that morning.