Ria nervously fidgeted about as her dainty, clawed fingers darted about the textbook's dense typeface, pointing at the sentences to keep her strained eyes focused. The lithe student's bony ass was incredibly sore from sitting in the uncomfortable library chairs for hours without break, her pink tail twitching about just under the backrest. The rat woman's big, red eyes were bulging from their sockets as she tried to retain a semester's worth of neglected study material over a three day period. Her sharp incisors were clenched together involuntarily, a symptom of the Adderall and caffeine tablets she'd been chewing on like candy to make it through the marathon cram session.
The rodent undergraduate was quite a sight in the classical wood library, despite finals making the venerable study hall busier than usual. Ria's months long abstinence from acknowledging her class' reading material was suddenly punctuated by a frenzied spree of devotional studying. The petite rat girl had haunted the library for days, neglecting her hygiene and living off sugared coffee and Caprese sandwiches from the in-built student cafe. She'd learned, at the last moment, that her entire graduation was hinging on getting a good grade in this stupid art history class for her GPA average.
Allen and his friend, Tim, walked into the library after their weekly afternoon class, like usual. The pair scoped out their favorite plush seats in the isolated corner, and settled in to discuss videogame strategies in intricate detail.
"But the resistance stat is bullshit, poise doesn't even work. They programmed it into the game then removed it at the last second with a patch!" Tim insisted.
"No man, it just changes your flinch thresholds from incremental hits. There's a whole system with hyper-armor and weapon weight tiers, that's why I use the wooden great club because--Hey!" Allen craned his neck over in surprise after he was pelted with a crinkly ball of paper from a nearby table.
Ria was wadding up her greasy sandwich wrappers and glaring at the two young men with a hateful scowl. "S-Shut the FUCK UP you two! I mean, BE QUIET!" she squeaked out in an uneven, high-pitched snarl, her voice rising high enough to earn a few curious stares.
Allen just looked confused, but Tim sat up grumbling, "Woah, calm down miss, you look like you're tweaking. Come on Allen, we'll move over."
The perturbed rat woman tried to resume studying after the intrusion, but her fretful mind kept returning to the rude insult. A dangerous cocktail of sleep deprivation, chemical imbalance, and fraught state-of-mind caused her irritation to compound and fester into dark thoughts. No matter how the studious rat tried to concentrate, her mind kept returning to that insipid interruption earlier. She felt personally trespassed by the fates themselves for this unforgivable insult, her train-of-thought derailing. When the pair's muffled conversation resumed from just behind the separating bookshelf, Ria finally snapped and scrabbled from her chair, mumbling and chittering vehemently.
Tim was staring at Allen incredulously, disbelieving his friend's take on stat balance and armor preference, until an unlikely sight caught his attention. Several books knocked off the shelves behind Allen, as a white-furred presence crested over the very top of the towering shelf. Ria's whiskered snout contorted with upset as she gazed down at the seated pair from on high. Tim was so perplexed, he barely had time to shout out in alarm, "Allen, look!" But it was too late.
Incensed beyond reason at this point, Ria leapt boldly from the top ledge, sending the huge shelf teetering dangerously and sending books flying from both sides. With a squealing, "Hieeeea!" sound, the petite murid launched herself down upon the closest of the two, slamming Allen down from his chair in a stupendous clatter. Ria kept the larger human man down by locking her slender, toned thighs about his head, her bristling white fur muffling his confused shouts. The rodent student's short skirt concealed her coupling with Allen's features, but it soon became clear that Ria wasn't wearing underwear.
The inconsolable rat screeched out wildly as she humped down, "Stupid FUCKERS, just shut up, Shut up! SHUT UP! Close your DAMN MOUTHS! I need to concentrate!" Soon Ria's shrill litany devolved into an incoherent squeaking warble, synchronized with her assertive clenching motions over Allen's encompassed face. Tim stepped forward bravely to intervene, but Ria lashed at him with her sharp little nails in feral excitement, baring her sabre-like rodent teeth threateningly.
"I-I'm going to get the head librarian!" Tim meekly threatened, before awkwardly bounding off, leaving Allen to his fate. Ria didn't really know what she was doing at this point, but she wanted to humiliate this stupid brute below her, for his profoundly distracting behaviors. Her body craved vindication and release, and she rode the larger man's face wantonly, wet squelching noises soon accompanying his muffled complaints and desperate snuffles for breath.
Allen tried to rise for a moment, before Ria expertly hooked her tight little thighs around his armpits and leveraged her white-furred rump to his face securely. She was using her whole body to keep his head to the ground. She continued babbling out her piping curses while grasping for his defenseless zipper, clawing into his boxers with demeaning purpose as Ria's tight feminine cleft clung to his nose luridly.
A small crowd of worried people had formed in the library's corner now, watching as the petite rat took charge of her larger lover. The man below her seemed too overwhelmed by events to effectively resist the small rat girl, as the strange scene progressed with mounting obscenity.