Unfortunately for her, if she intended to squish me like a bug under her weight, she was barking up the wrong tree.
Her fur added soft padding, and her thick, healthy coat prevented her from actually being able to apply too much pressure on my body. Instead, it did the one thing I don't think she saw coming.
It made it possible for my mouse to bite her even harder.
The wound growing underneath my face was becoming bigger and bigger. While it might have started out the size of a dime, it was now large enough that I could fit my entire head inside of it.
The flesh and blood parted around my teeth, giving way like butter under a hot knife.
'You know that this isn't going to actually kill her, right?' I muttered, somewhat disgusted by the bits of fat and muscle in my fur.