Poor Little Mouse: Fievel's Desert Ordeal

[Lord Taishi]

A lone hawk glided through the cold air. Its form rested against the moon like a demon’s shadow. It turned its head in several directions, searching for new prey. Then it saw something, something that drew its gaze like a magnet to an anvil. A small speck of white, with a hint of red and blue, stood out against the desert sand. The hawk seemed to grin as it prepared to attack…

The night air was cold, the moon casting a glow on the gloomy desert in which the little mouse stood. Fievel panted and wheezed for breath. The little mouse removed his hat, allowing the cool night air to reach the dark brown fur on his head. He reached down with his other hand and pulled the seat of his pants up, covering his diapered derriere. It was then that he felt a shadow fall over him. Fear shot into the little mouse’s heart when this happened. When he looked up, Fievel felt himself urinate in his pants. An enormous hawk swooped down on him, and just as Fievel was beginning to run, his pants fell down around his ankles, causing him to trip. The hawk shrieked with delight, it was only a matter of time before this tender little morsel would be in its grasp.

“Oh no! Another animal that wants to eat me!” Fievel thought as the hawk passed over him, Fievel looked up and released a hoarse, terrified squeak. The hawk was making another round, and Fievel forced his pants back up and proceeded to run as fast as his tiny legs could carry him. The hawk descended upon him again, this time its talons snagging Fievel’s shirt. Fievel peed in his pants once again as his shirt tore. Fievel, at this point in time, was truly grateful for the plastic garment between his legs. When the little mouse landed, he scrambled to his feet once again, pulling his pants up and running, spotting a nearby hole in the ground. The shadow of the hawk crept across the ground, its eyes forever fixed on poor little Fievel.

“Yes! I’m saved!!” The hawk came back behind him just as he was about to jump into the hole, its talons gripping his blue pants, exposing his cute little diapered butt. Fievel squeaked in terror, this time defecating in his pants. The hawk carried him for several feet, and the little mouse peed in his pants again. His diaper, by this point, was soaked and now quite full. Fievel was then tipped over, causing him to slip out of his pants. He landed and made a turn around, jumping into the hole, the hawk landing on top.

The little mouse tumbled down into the hole, squeaking and grunting, unable to see. When he finally landed, he shook off the disorientation and looked around the hole, his frightened mousey eyes falling upon a pair of slowly opening red orbs in front of him. The hawk flew off of the opening of the hole, and Fievel tried to scream, but nothing came out.

“OH NO!!!!!” the little mouse thought, pure terror was in his eyes as he crawled backwards, pooping in his pants once again at the sight of a monstrous scorpion. The poor little mouse was barely able to dodge as the scorpion’s stinger struck once, hitting a rock.

The hawk circled hungrily above the hole in which the little mouse was hopelessly trapped. It watched like a hunter until it saw the right moment. The moonlight reflected something white in the hole, it was Fievel’s hat. The hawk began to make its descent, its eyes fixed on its target, which had now apparently split in two (little Fievel’s hat and diaper now showed themselves.)

Fievel crawled backwards, the scorpion advancing on him. For a moment, the frightened mouse could have sworn he heard the shrieking of the hawk behind him, but was distracted by the scorpion, whose stinger pierced the front of his shirt, barely missing his diapered crotch.

“Mama…papa…” The little mouse breathed despairingly as hopelessly fearful tears welled up in his eyes. Fievel was now backed as far as he could be against the edge of the hole, when suddenly he felt a claw rub against his diapered butt…it was the hawk! He squeaked in fear as the talon pierced his diaper, this time assuredly taking full hold of him as he felt another river of liquid waste flow into his pants once again. The scorpion lashed its stinger one last time, missing the poor little mouse’s foot by a moment. The hawk carried Fievel up into the air, the little mouse squirming in the bird’s grip. He felt the waste his diaper now contained being smashed against his tiny rear end. The hawk carried the now crying Fievel off into the night. “MAMA!! PAPAAAAA!!!!!”

The hawk shrieked triumphantly, it had won. The squirming, sobbing little creature it now held in its talons would be dinner soon enough. Fievel jerked and pulled, crying for his parents as the hawk carried him onward. The hawk rose higher, relishing the delicious fear it had instilled in the little mouse. Tears streamed down little Fievel’s face as he pooped in his pants again, looking down and screaming at the sheer altitude.

Eventually, the hawk neared a mountain. At the top, to the little mouse’s horror, was a nest. Fievel began to squeak in panic, desperately looking for a solution. He then spied a ledge, and it was then that an idea sprung into his head. He began to swing, and eventually his diaper slid off the hawk’s talon, allowing him to fall to the ledge. The hawk, however, was not about to be so easily avoided. It swooped around, the wind of its wings causing Fievel to fall from the ledge. The bird gripped the poor little mouse’s diaper once more, and little Fievel pooped in his pants again. But this time around the already torn fabric of the diaper would not hold out. With a loud rip, Fievel fell screaming from the hawk’s grip, peeing in his pants as he fell.

[restlessfox]

i'm glad you finally posted this story fivel and diapers just go together nicely, great story, keep it up

[Lord Taishi]

The hawk, never once losing sight of its prey, dive-bombed towards the falling little mouse. Fievel felt his fall suddenly stop, this time the hawk catching his shirt again and beginning to carry him back to its nest. Fievel’s bowels moved once again as he continued to fill his diaper, which by this point was very, very heavy. Fievel then saw another ledge and another opportunity for escape. He squirmed, eventually wriggling his way out of his shirt and using it to swing over to the ledge. He made it, but immediately lost his footing, sliding and tumbling down the mountainside and eventually landing on the desert floor again.

Fievel wiped his eyes, panting and still sobbing. His diaper was so wet and full, it squished against his butt whenever he took a step. He pooped again when he heard the hawk, thus adding to the several layers of waste his pants now held, and began to run again. He felt the hawk’s talons brush against his diaper as he ran, this time without any idea where he could go. He squeaked fearfully as he heard the echoing shriek of the hawk right behind him, as it snagged the lower portion of fabric on little Fievel’s diaper. He felt the poop beginning to leak out of the top of his diaper, a few blotches of the waste spilling out and splattering to the ground.

When the diaper tore, Fievel was once again struck with fear as he found himself falling towards another hole! He landed, bruised and battered, his diaper’s contents spilling out as the filthy underwear now clung to his body from the sticky poop. He froze, hearing something in front of him.

A menacing…rattling sound…like a hundred baby rattles…

It was then that the poor little mouse was faced with a gigantic Rattlesnake! He screamed, pooping and peeing in his pants simultaneously as the snake lunged, its mouth wide open and ready to swallow little Fievel whole. Fievel scrambled from the hole, only to be ambushed by the hawk. This time, its talon gripped the frontal padding of his diaper, which leaked when it was squeezed due to the lake’s worth of pee that had pumped into it from the little mouse’s bladder.

Once again, the hawk carried the squirming, sobbing little mouse to its nest, dropping him on his diaper, which amazingly was still in one piece. Fievel crawled back against the side of the nest, as the hawk bent forward, its beak gripping his diaper. Fievel kicked and screamed. “Go away!!! Mama!!” The little mouse kicked, reaching into his diaper and throwing a small wad of poop into the hawk’s face. The hawk sputtered and squawked, its wings wiping the excrement from its face as a small portion of it was swept into its mouth.

It was made apparent at that moment, that hawks do not enjoy the taste of poop.

The hawk flew upward, the strong gust of wind from its wings blowing poor little Fievel over the edge. As Fievel fell, he saw a cluster of bright lights below him, and knew he was either in for even more danger, or possibly salvation.

I realize theres a great deal of poop in this story, so for those of you who dislike it, I apologize.

[40045]

The night was so cold in the desert fievel was wondering in the desert he was wheezing gasping sobbig gruting and tired

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[40045]

Fievel started.getting tired sleepy. I

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[maw199025]

The night was so cold in the desert fievel was wondering in the desert he was wheezing gasping sobbing gruting and tired

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[maw801821]

Fievel gets lost

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[CDfm]

I liked it and enjoyed the pictures. Poor guy sure was having a bad day.