Molly_Mouse

The Basics:
Name: Molly Mouse (Profile pic to come)
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Bi *PLEASE READ PREFRENCES FOR MORE!*
Bust Size: C
Hight: 5'0
Race: Mouse Human Hybrid
Body: Toned and Slim

The Complex:
Favourite Music: Classic rock and sometimes some glitch hop and rap
Favourite Drink: Cider (Sometimes mixed with a shot of Vodka)
Favourite Colour: Pink
Favourite Hobbies: Marathons, Gym, Krav Maga, Computer Games, Coding, Tinkering
Weapon of Choice: Her Bio-mechanical Tail and its many add ons ;-)
Current Partner: Single
Speaks: Earth Basic, Mouse and Neko


Background Story:
Oh where to start... I guess that would be mum and dad... mother is a high ranking weapons smith in the engineering core and my father is a bureaucrat for local government. To be frankly honest I love them but we where never really that close, we are more like close friends than family sometimes. I think the only one I ever truly cared about was my Grandfather, Old Rusty... and no that's not a nickname, he demanded you call him that rather than his real name Frank.

He was our family first black sheep and I couldn't ask for a better grandfather, sadly my parents where very busy during my childhood so he kinda became my guardian of sorts, I mean my parents where around that just lacked the time really. I don't blame them but I feel if they spent more time with me maybe it would be them I am fondly remembering right now. He served proudly during the first planet wide civil war, unlike the rest of his kind, when a line in the sand was marked he stood proudly on the winning side armed with his contraptions. He lost a leg but won us our freedoms and showed the world Mouse folk and prey races in general could fight too.

During our brief yet wonderful time together he told me all about his war and his life, he taught me all he knew from hand to hand combat all the way to building battle armour unrivalled by others. Old Rusty battle suits are still stomping around in battle to this day and I always get tearful when I see one, his life's work living on past him, just like me. Sadly he died in my second year of secondary school, not with the bang he wanted but in his sleep. His heart gave out

Safe to say growing up I was subject to bullying due to my race, unfortunately for the bullies they quickly learned to back off, I once put a tart of a dog girl in a coma for a week... safe to say I was excluded for that one, but I had my reasons. Rusty was right in one respects, we can't let our race define us and I made sure I was never looked down on as prey. Never back down and never give in... god I miss that crazy old bastard.

Some how in between the beatings at age 17 I managed to get a rather decent set of grades, though my parents and my other grandfather... Gerald... wanted me to go to uni and become a skilled mechanic, some stuffy old paper pusher or god to think a banker. That wasn't for me, I wanted to step into the same danger zone Rusty did, sadly there where no wars on at the time so I done the next best thing... Working for Tanya Inc, I went to a interview for a job as one of her Aids. I heard the stories about her and knew how I was going to get that job, I decided to play the race card and was mousy though the whole interview... safe to say she ate it all up, a week later I was working for her.

I think a lot of people hated me in that job due to me being a mouse, but well... lets just say I was vocal and passionate about others performance in the work place. One day I lost it at this one cocky fox girl, she reminded me of that mutt I put into a coma, but this time I had a far different urge. Instead of beating her up I dragged her into a empty room and swallowed her whole... I should have really looked at the sign as that empty room was Tanya's office... right in front of her I swallowed a co-worker. Strange thing is as my belly was still squirming she didn't tell me to spit her back out, she just started to ask me questions, mainly about how it felt and what brought me to doing it.

She told me I was different in a wonderful way, she told me it was like looking in a mirror when she was my age, after a good few hours of talking she gave me a hug and I left her office with only a lump left. The next few months and many wonderful prey later things got weird... for both of us... it was like mother and daughter relationship between us in the office... even co-workers where telling us it was weird. I guess we both just needed that someone in there lives.

When I turned 19 she finally opened up to me, she told me she could never have kids as she was being a tiger herm made her a dud in both respects of reproduction... it was heartbreaking so I opened up to her, about my family life and lack of it... after a whole lot of feels we agreed to adopt each other. She became my second mother and I became her mousy kitten daughter. At first my mother didn't like the idea at all but I think she and dad kinda soften up to the idea considering my always aggressive nature and now my new pred like appetite, I think they knew I was no longer just like the rest of the mouse folk, I was the new Rusty! hehe.

Over time my family had kinda become Tanyas family tpp, we have all gotten close, sure we all get looked at when out on a family thing, but I think its time for the pred/prey labels to be removed. I mean I eat others... and I come from a group of cheese eating mechanics and nerds, if I can do it why not others? Anyways mini rant over...

Over the years Tanya taught me all the tricks in the books, from seduction to swallowing, and I taught her some stuff along the way too. These days we can always find a spare hour in a week to talk about self pleasure tips and the prey we have hooked... are we sexual? no too risky, we are both sexual preds so when we fuck we eat... I know we are family buuuuuut we rather just leave it to kissing, cuddling and the odd moment of heavy petting. Heavens forbid if one of us ate the other, we would be heart broken...

I also learnt her native tongue, makes life easier for us when we need to talk about more private matters... and to fight... that's kinda how I got my bio-mechanical tail. Sometimes we play fight and some times we fight fight, mostly over work matters. Anyways we got a little carried away once and she may have bit my tail off... not out of pred nature, cat tails are far tougher than mice ones... she sees me as her little kitten so when we fight we fight as cats. I don't ever let her live it down though, she hates when I remind her hehe... but I got a cool robot tail now... makes holding prey down a breeze~

So yeah that's my life... I lost a grandad, and got two mothers... I'm a pred, I'm air to a tigers empire and I can speak cat... I am the blackest of all the black sheep hehe :-3

So please if you feel brave or just wanna know what the insides of a mouse feel like please pm me ;-)