The Beginning of a Disaster

I went shopping for a Gerbil one day. I did that because I found a loose Gerbil in the hallway and put it in the aquarium pending owner identification. The Gerbil was fun to watch. Next day the owners showed up and claimed the Gerbil. I missed the Gerbil and went to the pet shop looking for a new Gerbil. The girl at the pet shop suggested a Rat instead of a Gerbil because (she said) Rats were much more intelligent and loving than Gerbils. So I bought a Rat. I named the Rat, 'Rat.'

She turned out to be a female. I enjoyed watching her do her thing in her glass cage. One day I took Rat out of her aquarium and put her on the couch next to me. She immediately hid herself under one of the cushions. Then, several minutes later as I watched tv, she 'attacked' my left hand from under the cushion. She was obviously playing with me!

This led to a relationship. She became my pet willingly. I took her out of the glass cage more and more often to play. Then one day as I stroked her she arched her butt up and shivered violently in my hand. I realized immediately that she had had an orgasm and that I had had sex with a Rat. I felt honored of course (nothing against you human females!), but it seemed to me that what we were doing was somehow unnatural. I thought that this female Rat was 'ready for Freddy.'

So I went to the pet shop and bought a male Rat. I named the male Rat, 'Freddy,' and I named the female rat, 'Wilma.' Fred and Wilma. Then I put Fred and Wilma in the aquarium together.
They were overjoyed. This was the beginning of a disaster.