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Scent of Little Mischief

added by TimidTabitha84 2 years ago A S Female Anthro

Among the multiple options you have you find yourself more drawn to an alluring smell the most, nose wrinkling and whiskers wavy as you sniff the air and then the floor urgently seeking the source. The pungent scent; you recognize it to be that of another rodent, but not you. The rousing musk pulls your searching snout back behind you to your bed, though your beady gaze lowers peering under it.

You try to stick your head underneath squealing uncomfortably as you attempt to squeeze under. It's no good still being too large to fit even in your current shrunken state. Surprisingly; however, you happen to catch a strange faint glow emitting under the bed. It almost appears as if someone tried to make some kind of odd star-like symbols and glyphs (funny words you can't completely comprehend right now) though whatever it was for seems to lose its luster more and more.

What lingers though is the scent of the other rodent. The animal musk urging you to meet with it. The heavy perfume of lust longing to mate with it.

A soft squeal pours from your gaping maw as you become overwhelmed by both arousal and heat, the two seemingly identical yet causing separate reactions. You lower your body to the ground and start to rub along the carpet stimulating your sensitive breasts and underbelly for carnal reprieve, thighs pressed tightly as your rump sticks out and tail flails succumbing to erotic waves. The scent of the rodent's lust drives you mad with temptation imagining nothing more than to mingle with this rodent and share each other's primal embrace; to mate like wild animals.

Writhing and rubbing yourself upon the floor you feel your body heat rise with your arousal, yet this familiar heat is causing the world around you to once again appear taller and larger; clawed fingers raking across the carpet as if being pulled away. Your short muzzle throbs along with your chest and legs realizing your appearance starts to change more and more into a real mouse, your human hair shrinking into your head blending into your rodent fur.

A intense mousey shrill escapes your voice as you tremble from your recent release, your nectar spilling once more between your thighs glistening your swollen petals. You huff and puff as you clamor to stand back up on all fours, your posture much more natural with calves shorten and thighs thicker with animal muscle. You look down yourself to see the mouse you've become, though even with barreled chest and narrower torso you retain the curves and figure of your womanly self, cupping and groping your modest furry breasts remaining in existence. You look back to your bed and take stock that you can now peek under without almost crushing your head, though you still appear rather large for a mouse comparing your four legged height to that of a cat.

Your nose flares picking up the other rodent's scent once more, sniffing and searching expecting to be lured further under the bed. But you start to learn that the rodent has since vacated from the faint glowing symbol, its trail scurrying out into the bedroom. Your beady eyes can almost see its scent trail visually, though its uncertain if that is a mouse's trait or something otherworldly that allows you to see it. The rodent's trail appears to split; one leading into your closet, the other gone under the gap of the framed wall with the protruding knob.

The door! Your rodent thoughts is sure that is what this wall and knob is called. You seem to be regaining some memories of your former giant sized life after having becoming a cat sized slightly anthropomorphic mouse, though it is quite a struggle to grasp and hold onto when rodent urges and instincts are easier to follow. You look over yourself once more standing on your haunches suddenly conflicted with your appearance. You feel some measure of lament having become more animal than...the other you were, yet even so it is difficult to deny the primal pleasures of your mousey body.

Despite feeling like not much has changed, you are still offered some unique choices. But what will you purser now that you are nearly a full-fledged female mouse?


What do you do now?


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