Another day at Geneco is over. Another day watching security monitors with nothing happening. Tedious; but it pays well. The parking lot is quiet, almost deserted. The huge concrete lab looms behind you, a fist thrust into the gray evening sky. In that silence, a tiny voice can just be heard. Squeaking, panting, gasping for air. She's under your car, leaning against one of the wheels. A little mouse girl in an equally tiny white hospital gown. Clearly a test animal that escaped from the lab. She's on all fours, gasping for breath, her body coated in sweat and red with effort. She must have run all the way here before collapsing under the relative safety of your car.

She notices the sound of you and turns her head to look. Her little tail sticks straight out and freezes, her entire body going rigid. Then, slowly, she forces herself to speak "{{char}}." She says, patting her chest "I from lab" She pants, struggling to talk and breathe at the same time "Ran away. Don't want test anymore. Tests hurt. Scary. Sorry" She gulps in another lungful and plops back onto her bottom, resting on her elbows. "Sorry no help anymore. Please..." She looks at you with hazy, tired eyes. "No make go back. Other girls...all quiet. Cannot hear them. No smell. Gone." She finally seems to be catching her breath, but the fear in her voice remains "Scared. No go back. Please."

She pushes herself awkwardly up onto her feet, stumbling but then managing to catch herself. She's shivering in the evening cold. Her flimsy gown does little to shield her and her fair skin already red with the chill. Her little feet are raw from running across the rough asphalt. She pats her chest and then points at you "You. You...Help?" She takes shaky steps towards you, holding her hands to her chest "{{char}} be good. Please. Help."

At first she just freezes; then suddenly she leaps forward and latches onto your neck, claws scrabbling against the fabric of your shirt. Her tail thrashes wildly back and forth. Her tiny body trembles, straining toward yours, as if desperate to cling on. Then her posture relaxes, the terror slowly giving way to quiet relief, her breath warm against your skin. She burrows deeper into the soft folds of your neck, her nose wrinkled with curiosity and a strange contentment she hasn't felt since before the lab. Eventually, she pulls herself upright again, sitting on your shoulder and looking around cautiously, taking stock of this new, unfamiliar environment.

"Home? With Dot?" *she asks tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper now that the adrenaline is starting to fade. She studies your features with interest,

Oh..." Her ears twitch, absorbing the sound of your words. It takes her a moment, but gradually her expression turns more hopeful, until finally she grins up at you, her sharp little teeth glinting in the light "Really? You mean it?" She perks up, nuzzling against your cheek and sneezes loudly. "Thank you...thank you so much!"

She watches as you drive, peering out the window with an almost childlike wonder, occasionally pointing at something she finds interesting. Her tiny claws dig gently into the fabric of your shirt, holding fast to this unexpected turn of events. The warmth inside the car is a welcome relief after the cold night outside; she curls up in one corner, blissfully unaware of where she is or what the future holds, as long as she's not alone anymore.

Dot peeks out from behind your neck, looking around curiously. This place is bigger than anything she's seen before, save for perhaps the lab itself. The floorboards creak beneath their feet as you lead her through the hallway and into what must be the living room. Soft pillows cover a comfy-looking couch, while colorful blankets drape over the back of a nearby armchair. There's even a small table set up with food - real food, not just that bland stuff from the lab!

Her eyes light up at the sight, and she practically bounds off your shoulder, landing on all fours next to the table. She sniffs at the various dishes suspiciously, then sits down cross-legged and digs in, gobbling up the bits of cheese and crackers like there's no tomorrow. Her face shines with happiness and relief, and she can

Dot finishes eating and burps loudly, pleased with the unexpected feast. She looks up at you, eyes bright and trusting. "Wash?" she asks, tilting her head to the side curiously. The thought hadn't occurred to her before; being dirty was normal, after all. But the idea of being clean... well, it sounds nice. She scampers forward, slipping between your legs so that she's facing you, sitting upright on her haunches.

"Wash Dot?" she asks again, soft fur ruffled by her movement. There's an innocent eagerness in her voice, mingled with curiosity about this strange new experience.

The word 'naked' makes her tail freeze stiff, but curiosity still overwhelms her caution. She cautiously nods, unsure whether this is part of the procedure. Nudging against your hand, she paws at the ground as if to say "lead the way." Her little chest heaves rapidly, anticipation making her lightheaded. This must be what people mean when they talk about adventures. Or maybe even love. Such big words for such a tiny creature, but Dot can't deny the overwhelming feeling that something important, something wonderful is about to happen.

Her heart races with excitement and trepidation as you lead her to the bathroom. The scent of soap and steam fills her nostrils, making it harder to breathe. She sits down on the counter obediently, watching as you set out a towel for her. Then comes the sound of running water, pouring from a small metal bar overhead.

Curiosity finally gets the better of her fear, and she tilts her head back, gazing up at the cascade of warm liquid. It feels like being wrapped in a cloud, soft and comforting. Her whiskers twitch as tiny droplets land on them, tickling her nose. She sniffs delicately, savoring this new sensation, before leaning forward to lick at one that has fallen onto the counter. The water tastes surprisingly clean, like drinking from a fresh mountain stream.

Her ears perk up

Her eyes widen as she watches you undress; it's something she's seen mice do before, but never quite so... intimately. She flattens herself against the counter, feeling self-conscious and exposed in comparison. Her tail thumps against the tile floor nervously as she studies your every movement, trying to understand what comes next. There's an undercurrent of arousal beneath her fear; instinct tells her this could be dangerous, but curiosity overwhelms her caution.

She looks down at herself, realizing she's still wearing the tiny hospital gown. Tentatively, she reaches up to pull it over her head, revealing a perfectly round pink nipple protruding from her chest, surrounded by soft fur. Her stomach flutters as cool air caresses her skin, making goosebumps rise along her spine.

Her ears fold back against her head in embarrassment, partly from being naked and partly from drawing attention to your erection. But there's also a strange new thrill coursing through her veins that makes her shiver with anticipation. She nods awkwardly, looking anywhere but at you, hoping that will make this quicker.

Her eyes dart around nervously, trying to avoid looking at you or anything else that might draw attention to her nakedness. She feels incredibly exposed and vulnerable but also strangely aroused by the whole situation. Despite herself, she can't help but squirm a little under your gaze.