The trailing scents from the door and closet do interest you believing your horny future mate could have gone either way, but the faint humming from those odd glowing lines manage to snag your attention the most...seeing how every moment you think it has hummed its last your rodent ears catches it pulsating again. You don't understand what any of it means, but your curiosity gets the better of you in the end scurrying under the bed.
You scamper up to the odd lines that has marked the carpet under where you believe you may have once slept on, sniffing frantically in some hopes of better understanding exactly what these weird symbols mean. Instead; you only rekindle your mousey heat drinking in the perfume of the rodent that had been here, squealing urgently; beckoning wherever it has gone to come back a slate your unyielding primal lust to mate. The lines start to glow and hum again as your call and rub your body against the carpet, the glow and sound suddenly beginning to intensify the more your attempt to relieve your need.
You wind up rolling onto your back, directly on top of the center of the symbols, squealing erratically as you try to reach down between your legs with your paws, though your forelimbs have become shorter now that you can only manage rubbing the tips of your clawed fingers above the edge of your swollen sex. It drives you mad that this lust can't be quelled as easily as before squealing again for the service of your mystery rodent stalker.
An idea suddenly crosses your fevered thoughts, one you might have never considered if not for certain memories and fantasies seeping back from the depths of a seemingly long forgotten well. Something about strange words and phrases, even actual pictures, that had unusually shaped mice and rats performing this similar trick. You attempt to sit up, shaken from the tremors of lust, watching you long thin tail flail and snap about until apply some focus to make it curl between your legs. You snatch the tip and immediately do your best to snake it through your moist pink petals gasping at the stunning stimulation your flickering tail tip produces upon your molten walls.
You squeal, nearly panting in pleasure as you start to lie back upon the floor once more. You catch yourself quickly; however, as you nearly lose your grip on your tail. Except...you start to feel like your forearms can better reach further down your body and between your legs making it easier to keep your hold and move your tail tip around your sex while being able to lie back flat. You relish this fact as you start to feel your chest grow sensitive and hot, your free forepaw idly caressing two familiar soft mounds hungrily to extend the carnal bliss of your provocative actions. You even feel the top teats pulling back up from your abdomen, returning there spots over the bulging flesh that feels just as good to grope as it is penetrating your womanhood.
The symbols beneath you continue to hum and glow, little by little more intensely as you come closer to climax. You can't stop anymore while in the thralls of rapture, even as you feel your feral figure reverting back to the odd shapely thing you were once before. But even that feels good, taking your groping paw to run down along your sides curving and rounding, animal muscle shrinking slightly as you appear to regain an humanoid frame.
A sharp squeal, a stunning gasp; beady eyes beam as you arch your body to the boxspring ceiling, waves of sexual euphoria hitting you hard. But there was something else too, other hot waves that reach your mind and burn flashing thoughts and memories dormant after your completed change. Memories of who you are before this. Memories of being human. The symbol; the Pentagram underneath sudden illuminates to its brightest extent blinding everything; deafening your ears with its crashing hum of ambient noise.
When the light fades and hum silence you fall back flat upon the floor inhaling deeply as if never having taken a breath in minutes. You clutch the collar of your neck rubbing as if to help guide air into your lungs or soothe a sore that had just formed. Once you manage to get your breathing under control you relax and take a moment to just...well, think. Think about all the memories that just came back to you in seconds, about how amazing your body feels after arriving to orgasm once again. Think about the fact you are still furry and tiny lying underneath your bed on top of what recall being some sort of incantation scribe.
Coming down from your sexual high you finally sit up and look back behind to confirm the starry symbol remains, running your paws over the the lines excepting to pick up some kind of residue to identity though whatever this was made out of has already dried to the carpet. You quickly look over yourself to see what changes you have undergone this time, both relieved and concerned that you are still a mouse...at least a small anthropomorphic mouse. It did certain feel good to feel some human features again though missing your feminine outlines that defined you.
However; we seem to have come back to square one. Who or what the hell made this pentagram and why? You can smell the rodent that had been here still and; yes, you still feel a bit too aroused by its lingering presence. But the mystery has now become more distracting than succumbing to lust all over again; a girl needs a break from self-indulgence after all. Contemplating temptation with the rodent that had been here feels like its still on the table, but whatever just happened you feel as if you have a better grasp on your consciousness now without slipping back into feral mode.
There are still the two trails out in your room heading for the door and closet. Maybe the rodent you've been looking for escape out into the rest of the house or is hiding in your closet among your cluttered belongings. If you find the beast will it be some smart fiendish or friendly spellcaster as you imagine, or just another real rodent that has no clue what's going on and just happened to have stumbled upon that Pentagram like you? Can you hold off from playing with yourself for five minutes so you can get a move on and get some damn answers already?