12-17-2017, 12:07 AM
Name: Whiskers
Race: Anthro, rat
Appearance: 22 years old, 4'11" lightly build, but a little more muscular than Squeaks, similar rough appearance, Clothes style is similar
Info: gay, Squeak's boyfriend
"It's clear, hun," said Squeaks, as he put his arm Bermese. The dumpster lid opened, and another rat anthro carrying an infant quickly crawled in, sitting beside Squeaks. Presumably, it was Squeak's boyfriend and son.
"Ya' two makin' out in here?" asked the other rat anthro, as he handed Squeaks the baby, whom Squeaks proceeded to breastfeed, while keeping one hand wrapped around Bermese. Although male, Squeaks have small A-cup "breasts" as he was lactating
"Bad news, hun. Abandoned pet, so probably no reward. He's neutered but still has womb, no kids, virgin I assume. His name is Bermese, this is Whiskers, my boyfriend," said Squeaks.
"So, what we gonna do?" asked the Whiskers.
"First, I'm gonna empty my tits," said Squeaks, "Then, I'm takin' Bermese to the church, see if I can't adopt him out. He ain't a feral, maybe someone will want him, and I might be a a bit of a finder's fee. Can you watch the baby while I'm gone?"
"Ay' suppose so, hun," said Whiskers, disappointed that they aren't going to earn anything from taking Bermese in.
Race: Anthro, rat
Appearance: 22 years old, 4'11" lightly build, but a little more muscular than Squeaks, similar rough appearance, Clothes style is similar
Info: gay, Squeak's boyfriend
"It's clear, hun," said Squeaks, as he put his arm Bermese. The dumpster lid opened, and another rat anthro carrying an infant quickly crawled in, sitting beside Squeaks. Presumably, it was Squeak's boyfriend and son.
"Ya' two makin' out in here?" asked the other rat anthro, as he handed Squeaks the baby, whom Squeaks proceeded to breastfeed, while keeping one hand wrapped around Bermese. Although male, Squeaks have small A-cup "breasts" as he was lactating
"Bad news, hun. Abandoned pet, so probably no reward. He's neutered but still has womb, no kids, virgin I assume. His name is Bermese, this is Whiskers, my boyfriend," said Squeaks.
"So, what we gonna do?" asked the Whiskers.
"First, I'm gonna empty my tits," said Squeaks, "Then, I'm takin' Bermese to the church, see if I can't adopt him out. He ain't a feral, maybe someone will want him, and I might be a a bit of a finder's fee. Can you watch the baby while I'm gone?"
"Ay' suppose so, hun," said Whiskers, disappointed that they aren't going to earn anything from taking Bermese in.