Another story with new art and a new OC, Ricky the mouse!
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You wake up and find that you are sitting in complete darkness. There is nothing but a sweet aroma and a strange squishy feeling surface beneath you that curves down. To your left, a huge pit opens up to who knows where, and to the right is a sheer drop leading to somewhere frightening. Suddenly, you hear large thuds coming closer and closer, till the thudding is right next to you.

Then light floods in as someone removes the lid of your confinement, which is when you notice you are sitting on a red velvet cake doughnut. A large yawn comes from above you and you hear someone mutter “I really need a nap…” You look up to see a large, white-furred wolf looming above and reaching for a doughnut, when he spots you. You both stare at each other for a few seconds before he smiles.

“Well hey there! What’s a mouse like you doing on my doughnut?” the wolf asks.

You manage to squeak, “W-well, Mr. Wolf sir, I was just raiding th-the doughnut shop on the corner of Vaughan and May Street! I must have fallen in the box and got knocked out cold, because I just woke up in d-darkness, heard your footsteps and, well, here we are!” You give a pathetic and nervous smile.

“Well, you don’t have to be scared! I’m not hungry for mice. Besides, you seem cool. Now, you’re lucky my buddy Ligo didn’t paw through my donut stash, he’s always up for micros and mice…”

You sigh and laugh.

The wolf smiles and adds, “Well, as cool as you seem, Mr. Mouse, could you please get off my doughnut?”

You quickly slide off the red velvet treat and climb into the wolf’s paw and sit down, watching him scarf down the donut in a matter of seconds.

He covers up a small burp and chuckles, before looking over to you and asking, “So! You gotta name, Mr. Mouse?”

“R-Ricky”

“Well Ricky, name’s Matt, and you should make yourself at home! Everything is a bit big but I’m always around to help! Got some herbivore friends hanging around somewhere so you always got help!”

You smile and ask if you can watch some TV. “I like watching Danny Jericks play White Cliffs to calm me down.”

The wolf stops. “Are you serious, you don’t mean when he plays in…”

You and the wolf both finish the sentence with “Tejaville Limits!!!” before laughing and smiling.

“Greatest solo ever, I can’t stop playing the intro to the song!” you say. The wolf scrunches his face.

“What! It is!!!”

He smiles and says, “Clearly you haven’t seen Marty Brian’s play before, guitarist for Royalty, my favorite band. But, Danny Jericks is a phenomenal guitarist, let’s leave it at that.”

You smile and agree. The wolf turns on the TV, and you both start watching the guitarist soloing to the max. That’s when you start to notice that Matt keeps taking trips for more donuts. He has gone for five separate trips before you blurt out, “You know, if you keep eating like that, you’re not gonna have a donut stash anymore!”

“That’s all right! I got plenty of these stashes around the house! Attic, my closet, in the chimney, that last place gives the bacon maple donuts some extra smokiness!”

You can’t help but giggle at the last remark the wolf said, before he finally lays back down on the couch, sipping an orange drink with a label that says “Kola Champagne''.

“What’s that? It looks like orange soda.”

Matt looks at you and his jaw drops. “You’ve never heard of Kola Champagne?! It’s the most delicious drink in existence! You can only get them at Rio Maya, that Hispanic restaurant and market downtown. It may be a soda to some, nasty to others, but to those willing to try its carbonated beauty...it is the nectar of gods!” He gets up, rummages around his bathroom, and turns on the sink. When he comes back, he has a clean toothpaste cap, which he delicately fills with the soda. He hands it to you with wide eyes and a big grin. You look down at the stuff, and sip it. You fall in love instantly! But, along with its candy-like taste, a large amount of bubbles tickles your throat with each sip. Soon, after finishing the cap, you start to feel a rumbling in your stomach. Gurgles and churns begin to chant in your gut, when suddenly...buuurrrp!!! You hide your face in shame, embarrassed you didn’t even try to hide your burp.

“Awww, don’t be shy! Hey, my friends are all comfortable around each other to burp freely. We make fun of each other, sure, but we don’t really care, it’s just natural to us! Watch.” You look on as the wolf guzzles the entire bottle of kola, and a few short seconds later, you see the wolf smile as his eyes look down, and you begin to hear his stomach slosh and grumble. Then, he lets out a burp so loud and powerful, it feels like an earthquake is rumbling all around.

You laugh and yell “Woah!!! That nearly knocked me down!!!”

The wolf chuckles as he says, “So, what do you say, new friend? C’mon Ricky, the mouse, the guy, new member of my party of chubby dorks?”

You pretend to think about, look up to the wolf, and smile as you say, “Fill up the cap already, Matt!!!”

The two of you pass the afternoon drinking soda and competing to see who has the biggest burp (surprisingly, you win a couple of rounds), and after a while, you settle down on the table next to the couch for a nap.

“Hey, what are you doing on the table?” Matt asks as he smiles and furrows his brow.

“About to take a nap.”

“Oh no! Oh no, no, no, no no! Come here, I got a spot for you.”

Thinking you’ve got a one way ticket to the wolf’s gut, you try to run. But the wolf just picks you up easily. You close your eyes tight and hope it all ends soon. Instead of moist saliva, you feel warm fur. You open your eyes slowly to find yourself in a forest of white fur, much taller than you.

“You’re on my tail, if you were wondering!” Matt says, sitting up and looking down at you lying down in the middle of his long and fluffy tail.

“W-wait, you’re really not gonna eat me? Like at all?!” you ask in disbelief.

Matt tilted his head. “Why would I eat a new friend? Especially if they look like they don’t wanna soak in stomach juices or end up as stomach pudge?” He smiled and said “if you want a different place just let me know! Galley, my otter friend, always likes to stand on my head and lay down between the arm rest and my head when he passes out here. Davie, a chunky goat, always almost crushes my chest when he falls asleep here, and Ligo, the fox who’ll probably be the only one to make attempts to eat you, lays on my stomach when he’s out cold. Everybody’s got a spot, it’s not easy being the fluffiest and warmest of the bunch!”

You look up at him, smile and say, “I think I’ll stay with the tail, it’s nice and warm, and your fur is soft and fluffy!”

Matt chuckles, pats your head softly with his finger, and quickly falls asleep, hand sleepily rubbing his stomach. You smile, lay down, and quickly fall asleep, hugging a bundle of fur, using it as a blanket to keep yourself warm.