Author's note: This is one of three little teaser fics I decided to post. Since today is Mickey and Minnie's 94th birthday and anniversary, I wanted to post something. But I didn't have anything finished so I decided to post some little teasers, which works for the mice and gives you a sneak peak at a few little stories.

In this story, the mice acquire a older camper/motorhome and take it for a spin on a fall day. This is set right before Nov 18th. And yes, this will be a lemon when it's finished.

Squad Unit 19

Camper for Two

The scenery was breathtaking. Leaves of red, gold, yellow and brown fell softly from the tree in the gentle fall winds. The shows the mice wore crunched softly on the fallen leaves as they walked. Minnie looked around at the scenery, and moved her arm around her hubby's, leaning against his shoulder. Mickey, taking a sip of his cocoa, smiled as he let her lean on him.

"We should come back when it snows," Minnie stated, lifting her head to look at him. "The trees'll be great for cover. Just think of the snowball fight we can have! Ha ha!"Nobody will see us 'do it' in the snow."

Immediately Mickey began imagining it. And he already predicted the outcome. She was better at snowball fights than he was. Her aim was better, her smaller size made her more nimble and harder to hit, both due to her speed and because she could easily duck and dodge. He did, however, have a farther throw. But she was still a dangerous adversary in the art of the snowball war. He recalled the Great Snow War of '17. Lots of snow guardsmen lost their lives that day protecting Fort Cheese. Meanwhile, Fort Squeak raided and in no time, the war was over. She was the victor.

"Yer jus' wantin' to kick my butt again," he grinned.

"Hmm, maayybe~," she said in mock innocence before giggling. "Hey, it doesn't matter who wins. It's just fun."

That he couldn't deny. And after some fun in the snow, there was nothing like relaxing by the fire.

"And you're a lot better than Donald," she complimented.

Mickey chortled. "Donald is an easy opponent in a fight."

Minnie snickered. "Yeah, his temper usually melts the snow before he can use it, heh heh!"

Both mice shared a laugh.

Feeling a little playful and bold, Minnie decided to broach a subject she'd been thinking on bent over a bit, poking her way around next to him as her hands went behind her back. "You know..." She raised a finger to her lips. "Sooo... Your birthday is coming up." She gave his arm a gentle squeeze. "Any idea what you'd like?"

He turned his head somewhat. "Ya know ya don't hafta get me anythin'."

She gave a soft chuckle as she rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you know I'm going to anyway. Accept it." Softening her voice, she gave his hip a gentle nudge. "C'mon, you know I'm going to get you something. I want to."

His lips twitched. "I really don't know of anything."

She humphed, her lips moving to one side. "Well, that certainly helps me."

He turned to her a little. "Yer good at pickin' out gifts."

She grinned slightly. "I appreciate that, but I want to get you something you'll like."

Mickey laughed. "I'm sure I'll like most anything ya get me."

She grinned, raising a finger to her lips. "Oh, really? So if I got you a thong, you'd be fine with it?"

He coughed, trying not to choke on his cocoa. "I'm sure you'd enjoy it as much as I would."

"Heh, true!" she agreed, giving a sly grin. "I'll keep that idea in mind." She continued to think. "You don't need a watch. You've got got several and you hardly even wear them. A hat's out of the question." Then her eyes lit up. "Ooh! I could design you something!" She gripped his arm, eyes now beaming as she went over the pattern and color in her head. "Something with pizazz but not too flashy. Comfortable but not formal." She laughed then, giving his arm a squeeze as she knew now what she could get him for his birthday. A custom made shirt designed by her. "Oooh, you're gonna be surprised~." She leaned up and pecked his cheek, giggling as she now had a little bounce in her step. "I also need to bake you a cake."

"You really don't have t-"

"Shush." She held a finger to his lips, shutting him up. "Going to." Then she stuck out her tongue playfully. "So what would you like? Chocolate, vanilla, lemon...?"

"Mm, vanilla."

"M'kay. Butter cream icing?" she asked with a sideways grin.

"Oh, definitely," he said, making her giggle.

"Gee, wonder what Manfred will get you this year?" Minnie pondered aloud.

Mickey gave a slightly annoyed growl. "Don't know, and I'd rather not know. Yer th' only one that actually gets me sane gifts."

She burst into a giggle fit, remembering the silly and odd gifts their friends had got him. Though she had received some herself. The mice called them gag gifts. One year, Daisy gave the mice some ear plugs. She said it was for the neighbors so the mice wouldn't disturb them when they got wild at night. The mice' face were as red as Mickey's signature shorts. One year, Donald got Mickey a replica of the leg lamp from a Christmas movie. Minnie wanted to throttle the duck that time. Another year Goofy got Mickey a boot. That was it. He said it was because Mickey lost his other one.

Suddenly an idea hit her. "Oooh! I just thought of something else I can get you." She moved closer, hugging his arm. "I can get you a calendar. Make one of me in some poses and clothes that would drive you up the wall."

He stopped walking, prompting her to do so as well. "Ya tryin' t' kill me before my birthday? 'Cause if ya keep goin' I'll suffer major blood loss, here."

Minnie erupted into laughter, cheeks pink. "For summer, a nice little bikini."

"Getting dizzy."

"For spring, a short spring dress."

"Blood pressure rising."

"An' then for fall, a hoodie and a short skirt while sitting on a pile of leaves."

"Annnd dead. Hrk!" He stuck out his tongue, acting like he just kicked the bucket, making her laugh and nudge him playfully.

Just then, the mice felt a gentle gust of wind. They heard the leaves rustling in the breeze and turned to see several falling.

She turned to him as she pulled away, still holding his hand. "C'mon, let's have have some fun." She let go and ran over to the nearest leaf in the air. She jumped and managed to catch it. "Ha ha! How about a race? First one to three leaves wins?"

"What's the prize?"

She grinned, turning her body left and right as she stuffed her hands in the pockets of her hoodie. "Well, if you win, we'll have some more fun in the camper."

He tilted his head. "An' if you win?"

She smirked. "Same thing." She pulled her hands out, holding them palm up in the air on either side of her. "It's a win win, ha ha!"

Mickey grinned. "Alright. Yer on." He found a rock and sat his cup of cocoa down on it. Then he stood, and found a neighboring tree. Walking over to it, he tilted his head, cracking his neck. "Ya ready?"

She nodded, moving a leg back as she took a stance. "Game on."Go!"

The two mice watched as a few leaves fell from the trees. Running, Mickey tried to grab one but its erratic zig-zag pattern made catching it more of a challenge than he perceived. He grabbed for it, but it zipped by his hand by a foot and a half.

Minnie saw one close by and ran for it. She jumped, managing to catch it. "Yes!" Landing, she held it up victoriously. "First one!"

Mickey smirked and jumped at the next one he saw. He managed to use a tree as a sort of spring board, letting him do a back flip in the air as he caught it.

She clapped, impressed. "Wow, great catch! I'm impressed."

Mickey gave a bow. "Thank you, m'lady."

Minnie turned and saw another leaf falling. She took advantage of a tree herself. Planting a foot on the trunk, she launched herself upward, grabbed a branch with one hand and the leaf with the other. Then she let go, dropping down and doing a front flip in the air before she landed.

Mickey was the one to clap this time. "Bravo, madam."

She curtsied. "Why, thank you, sir squeaks-a-lot. Hee hee."

Mickey chortled. "I believe it should be you that has the name 'squeaks-a-lot'."

Her cheeks turned a cute shade of pink. "Touche, my good sir." Seeing another leaf, she tried grabbing it, but it too slipped past her grasp. "Aww, nuts!"

Mickey saw some and tried to jump for it. It zoomed to one side and he managed to catch the edge of it just barely. "Ha ha! That's two!"

Minnie laughed. The wind had died down, which gave the mice time to catch their breath. However, in the distance they could hear the wind sweeping through the valley, so they knew that at any moment, the game would be on again.

The wind swept through the trees, and it was quite a gust.

"Ooh! Quite a blustery day," she lamented.

"Let's hope we don't get swept away to someplace else," Mickey remarked with a chuckle.

"Yeah, unlike last time," Minnie added with a laugh.

The wind caught the leaves, and several began to fall. The mice took their chance and moved. Mickey tried grabbing one but it ended up smacking him in the face and falling before he could catch it. Minnie tried catching one as well, but it went right behind her. She thought it went in the hood of her hoodie, but when she checked, she couldn't find it.

Seeing another right above her, she jumped for it. She caught it. "Yes! Ha ha! Third one!" she cheered when she landed, doing a few celebratory jumps. "First one to three!"

Mickey laughed. "Congrats. Not the first time ya beat me t' three," he said, walking closer to her.

She blushed, knowing full well what he meant. There were a few times they made fun little bets to see who could reach two or three orgasms first. She was the winner, 90% of the time. "Well, it's more fun for me, hee hee!"

Mickey moved behind her and placed his hands on her waist.

"Now what're you doing?" she asked.

"Helping ya catch a leaf." He lifted her up in the air, giving her a boost.

She giggled as she was lifted into the air. She caught a leaf as it drifted down to the earth. He lowered her at that moment, and she wrapped her arms around him. "You're wonderful."

"So are you."

She leaned up, kissing him before pulling away a bit. She giggled as she used the leaf to tickle his nose, making it twitch, and causing her to giggle even more. "Sooo... Wanna head back to the camper? I wanna make good on our bet..."

Mickey grinned as he moved an arm around her back. "I 'spose we could test out the bed... See if it's comfy enough to sleep in."

She snickered. "Oh, of course. We should definitely test it out, heh." She took his hand, and after he picked up his cup of cocoa, the two started walking again.

"Well, ya beat me. 'Course I figured ya would."

"Oh?" She titled her head as they walked.

"Yeah." He grinned down at her. "Yer more nimble an' agile."

Her cheeks pinkened as much as the underwear she wore. She knew what he was referring to. "It pays to be small." She smirked. "In more than one way."

He also knew what she was referring to. "Keep it up an' we won't make it to th' camper."

She laughed. "Wouldn't be the first time. And I wouldn't be against it if we didn't. Not like we haven't done something that crazy before."

"True. Least this time there's less a chance of getting caught. Like that time at the lake."

She shook her head. "No, we didn't get caught. Almost, but not quite. You're quick thinking of ducking into the water did the trick, ha ha!"

"An' remember that time in the parking lot?"

Minnie chortled. "Oh, c'mon, that wasn't my fault! You made my foot hit the horn!"

"How did I do that?" he questioned.

"Duhh!" she said, placing her free hand on her hip. "You know I lose control of my body, and my legs, and feet, when you're driving me crazy."

Mickey was laughing by this point. "I thought we were busted with that one."

Minnie was laughing as well. "Well, luckily we didn't get caught. Ooh! Remember that time in the clothing store?" She nudged him. "In the changing room?"

"Yeah, ya dragged me into the stall while Daisy was off looking at something else."

"Hey, we had a little fun, didn't we?"

Mickey burst into laughter as the memory came back to him. "I remember ya dumping a pile of clothes on me to hide me from Daisy."

Minnie erupted into a fit of laughter as well. "Hey, it worked! And I had to try to explain to Daisy why my face was so red."

"What was it ya told her again?"

"I told her that I was just excited to see your face when you saw the clothes I had. And that it was a little hot in the stall." She gave him a playful punch on his shoulder. "And then you had to go and use your tail while she was outside and talking to me. You made it so hard for me to talk in a proper way."

"Ya sure were squeaking a lot."

"You were tickling me! Your tail was driving me nuts! I was already putty by that moment and you weren't making it any easier. All that flicking with your tail, and then when you pushed it inside me..." She recalled biting her lip to muffle the scream as she fell against the wall of the stall, her body shaking as she climaxed from his tail. "I had to tell her I just lost my balance. Although I was teeechnically right." She giggled.

"An' somehow ya managed to sneak me out and act normal."

"Semi-normal," she corrected. "Kinda hard to act normal when your head is still buzzing from what you did to me. And when your legs still feel like jelly."

"But it was worth it, though, right?"

She grinned. "Ohh, yes, was it worth it!" She leaned up to peck his cheek. "Sadly, you got a bit spoiled with a couple of things I wanted to get and surprise you with. In my haste to hide you, I wasn't thinking and tossed a couple of underwear sets I was planning on getting right on top of you."

"Didn't bother me seein' 'em. The fun part was still gettin' t' see ya in 'em later," he said, his lips curving up into a grin at the end.

She grinned, nudging his hip. "Yeah, I'll bet. Heh heh."

"And Daisy never suspected a thing."

Minnie tilted her head, one eye half closed. "Weelll, Daisy isn't exactly..."

"Th' brightest chandelier," Mickey said flatly.

She nodded a little. "I was gonna word it differently, but yeah."

"Speaking of, ya know she's gonna be expectin' you an' her t' take th' camper on a trip."

She sighed as she ran the events through her head. "Sometimes a trip with her is fun, and other times she gets us both into trouble. I remember what she did to my car when she invited herself on that coastal cruise we had planned." She huffed. "Took me a week to fully dry out my car."

"Well, it coulda been worse," he said optimistically.

She turned to him with a deadpanned look. "She left us on the side of the road." Then she sighed as she knew he was right. "But you're right. It could have been cold and raining. And I was wearing a skirt!"

"An' a black shirt." He looked at her. She looked at him. She grinned, eyes half lidded. He gulped a little. "Ya were wearin' a shirt, right?"

Her grin widened as she leaned her face up closer to his. "It's like those lollipops. The world may never know. I might have, I might not."

Face red, he huffed. "Anywayyy!"

She snickered.

"She could have pestered ya about yer chest."

Her lips shifted to one side as she gave a tiny growl. "I'd have roasted that duck if she had. I don't mind it so much when it's just her, but with you there... And we weren't married at the time soo, yeah... I would have crawled under the seat."

"Don't worry. I woulda been too traumatized by her being there to pay attention anyway," he said with a dismissive wave of the hand that held his cup.

"Hm, you're sweet." She leaned up to peck his cheek. "Still, it's a little embarrassing when she makes a mention about my chest - or lack thereof - when you're around." (She hid her face in the side of his hoodie.)

Mickey chuckled, letting go of her hand as he moved it around her back. "I like ya small. Yer adorable that way."

Cheeks flushed, she moved one arm around his back as she lifted the other to rest on his chest. "Aww, Mickey... You're the best." She leaned up, kissing his cheek.

"It would embarrass me if she made a mention about my size."

The girl mouse giggled. "Well, I like you the size you are. Not too big to fit and not too small. Juuust right. And yes, if she made a mention about your size, I'd throw her into a pit. Of lava."

Mickey laughed. "I'd prolly be right there helpin' ya."

Minnie was giggling louder now. "She'd totally deserve it. All the mentions about the difference between my size and hers..."

"She does seem t' enjoy getting on yer nerves with that."

"For the most part, it doesn't bother me." She gave a twirl of her hand. "Yeah, I might have an ironing board for a chest and she might have cantaloupes, but I'm not jealous of her larger size. I'm smol. A stick figure. And I'm fine with that."

He pulled her a bit closer. "I'm just glad ya don't let it bother ya. I don't want ya t' be big. Then ya wouldn't be my little Minnie Mouse."

Her hear twirled at the reference to the first song he ever sang for her. "Oh, Mickey..." She gripped his hoodie tighter as she titled her head to kiss him. "I wouldn't want to be anything else." She relaxed her hand. "I'm happy with my size. I don't want to have a bigger chest. It's not my thing." She gestured a jetted a thumb to her chest. "Flat pride, baby!"

Mickey burst into laughter. "That's my girl!"

"Being a small girl/flat chested does have some great perks." Minnie lifted her hand as she began counting things off with her fingers. "Being flat or small means I can sleep on my stomach and be comfortable." She smirked. "I can sleep on top of you on my stomach and not feel something squishing between us. My non-existent chest means more closeness between us, and that's always a plus." She nudged his hip with hers. "I don't have to sift through bras or bikini tops to find something that fits me or covers everything, or that holds it all in. Flat cups means more fun for me! And no jiggle or bounce! I can run, jump, whatever and not feel anything trying to take flight. And I can lay on my back or sides and not have two melons trying to separate from one another. And being flat means nothing flails about like jumping beans!" She stopped, giving him a look. "You okay?"

Mickey was in full blown laughter. At first it was snickers. He thought he could contain it. Nope. He tried to hold it in but that made it worse. Every thing she said played out in his head, and now he had lost it, bursting into hysterical laughter. "Ha ha! Oh, I'm sorry, Min... It's just... Ha ha... Ya just had to make me picture all that, didn't ya?"

Minnie began to snicker as well. "Well, it's true. I'd rather be flat than be my own flotation device."

His laughter dwindling, he wiped his eyes, still snickering as he did. "Ya look great the way ya are. And I'm glad yer also happy with it."

She smiled, blushing. "Thanks." Then she gave a swish of her hand through the air. "I have no second thoughts or jealousy about being small. I love it. And I prefer it." She smirked. "Makes it more fun that you enjoy it too."

He smiled and kissed her cheek, making her giggle and blush deeper.

"And can you imagine how uncomfortable it would be chasing Pete or the Blot with two melons bouncing around? Nooo thank you!"

"Yeah, yer definitely more agile and quicker without... um, any additional weights."

She grinned. "Yeah, and you know all about how agile and and quick I can be, don't you, big fella..." She poked his chest playfully.

Mickey's face reddened, memories of their intimate moments flooding his mind.

Then she took his hand again, giving it a tug. "And the sooner we get back to the camper, the sooner I can show you again..."

"Hey, ya don't think I'm gonna let you do all the work, do ya?" he said as he quickened his pace to walk next to her.

Her cheeks reddened as she gave a wide smirk. "I'm looking forward to whatever you have in mind, heh heh!"

The she had an idea/Getting an idea, she decided to go for it. One little playful tease wouldn't hurt. "Y'know what else is fun about being flat chested?" she asked, a mischievous smile on her face.

He quirked a brow, expecting her to say something either kinky, cute, sexy, or all of the above. "What?"

She stopped, letting go of his hand as she took hold of the bottom of her hoodie at the front. Then in one swift motion, she yanked the front of her hoodie up to the top of her chest at the bottom of her neck, exposing her tiny breasts to him in all their adorable glory. "No bra!"

Mickey's eyes widened, now realizing he picked an absolutely terrible time to take a sip of his cocoa. He turned to the side quickly, blowing it out and making her burst into laughter.

She lowered her shirt back down and casually stuffed her hands on the pockets of her shirt. As her laughing subsided, she raised a hand to her mouth. "Hee hee! Gotcha, didn't I?"

Mickey coughed, trying to collect himself. "Yeah... [Hack] Ya could say that... [Cough]"

Teaser

To be finished...