The rodent's scent leading to the open closet nabs your attention the most tip toeing cautious in that direction before making a beeline. You hug the trim of the wall as you sniff and search around the open gap of the bi-folded structure towering above, making sure there were not any ominous surprises awaiting inside. Lacking any memories of your previous human life doesn't help quell your flight or fight instincts as you peek your head inside, though the alluring aroma of the other rodent is enough boost your bravery in squeeze fully inside.
The landscape is dark, dim light coming only from behind you through the gap. You look above to marvel at the giant things that appear like flatten blankets with folds, something thicker or skimpier like those weird fabric things that had once clung to your body. However; because of the darkness you can't really make out the various designs of these hanging sheets. Not much can be said for the rest of the valley at that, realizing only now how badly your vision suffers in the looming shadows.
But to manage to traverse the clunky landscape and oddshaped hills well enough, careful to feel out your surroundings as your whiskers graze against surfaces and pickup on the scents of structures. Scents being the key as you gradually make your way to the other end of the closet, where the other rodent's scent intensifies.
You pause at the end, squeaking in surprise, as two fiery lights suddenly illuminate in front of your floating beside a oval wooden structure...another door thingy? There seems to be something round above its center that looks as reflective as the silver surface you once saw a strange version of yourself in, though it almost looks like you can see through the fixture. You lean your head towards it sniffing curiously. You jump back with a frightful squeak catching something blur by behind it. Heart beating and tail curled around your haunches you feel ready to run at a moment's notice.
The wooden oval door slowly starts to swing up, alarming you further about ready to sprint. You're anxiousness subsides as the head of another mouse peeks past the door sniffing and searching curiously before beady eyes dart to you and hold gazing quietly yet attentively. You loosen your tension and slowly step back forward sniffing at the other mouse doing the same, a cautious greeting between the two of you as nose and whiskers boop and brush.
This is the mouse...this is him.
The both of you do not move for quite some time until the male mouse advances and sniffs your neck, fur and whiskers nuzzle your neck gently. You start to release your guard comforted by the other mouse's affections, squealing softly as you welcome his bodily brushes and sniffing along your feral figure offering animal intimacy back. You spin and dance about exploring, drinking in each other's scents until you stop and step out in front of him. Instinct take over as being around this male, the same mouse that has left it's mark upon you all night, urges you to lie still and lift your haunches and curl back your tail. You look back and flutter beady eyes calling your animal friend to fulfill the promise burning in your loins; mating overriding anything else that could be deemed important.
The male mouse appears coy to your offer, but only for a moment before accepting your invitation and mounting from behind. You revel in the sensation of your male partner climbing and hugging your sides, his muzzle running behind your back, and humping lust gaining pace and force once his rodent pride slips between slick wet pink petals. Your squeals crescendo as the minute being pounded passes, carnal pleasure as a mouse unfathomable. The reality felt ten times better than the fantasy, primal thoughts of future breeding and raising pinkies something you look forward to. Even your partner; your new mate, squeals along with you sharing the ecstasy of climax swelling within, your buck's seed swimming and dousing the heat of your rodent temple.
Fatigue forms as you and your mate lie still, your rodent love clinging on top your back bucking the last of its essence before climbing off. Despite finally being filled proper in bliss you are not ready for the pleasure to end hurrying to your mate's side and squealing for more. The male shows an odd expression of bewilderment as you knock him onto his back, though his muzzle creeps back with a curl as his beady eyes gaze intimately into yours nuzzling your forehead as one of his paws runs down your neck. He rolls back onto all fours and walks towards the wooden door he came out from, nodding his head and flickering his tail as if motioning you to follow.
You find your new mate's manners strange but ignore them as nothing more than cute as you follow, your mate standing on his hindpaws and pushing to door open wider for you to enter. He extends his paw once again motioning for you to precede before him, you sniffing and feeling around with your whiskers as you aimlessly follow happy to join his nest.
You don't notice but your mate watches you explore his dwelling as he turns back out into the closet, that curl over his muzzle stretching into a sly smile. He chuckles whispering to himself quietly "Welcome home, my dear" as he closes his door, the floating fiery lights; tiny torch sconces, extinguishing.
THE END?