Flight or Fight instincts kick in...and you feel it is better to observe than to face the unknown right now clamoring to your paws and dashing away from the wooden door. You leap behind one of your shoe boxes hugging the back of the paper wall and doing your best to remain secret and safe as you slowly peek your head out around the corner to see who or what steps outside into the fiery torchlight.
As you excepted; the head of another mouse pokes out from around the frame, but the foreboding grasp of the door with its paw dwindles as the animal walks out into full view dropping to all fours. It sniffs and bobs its head about trying to search for the visitor that had approached its dwelling just a moment again, its gaze set directly towards the shoe box you spy from. You pull your head back out of sight quickly fearing it is too late, that the creature has spotted you and is on its way to make itself known. You grasp the cardboard wall and brace the jumpscare moment vastly approaching. Yet as second pass you realize you feel no one beside or above waiting to surprise. You carefully look back around the corner and find that the furry beast hasn't moved nor seems to have noticed you. You sigh in relief as you peer a little closer to observe.
It...looks like an ordinary mouse. A male mouse too. Being this close to the real thing confirms that his loins scream masculinity. Being this close also appears to be rekindling your lust finding it hard not to bend over slightly and stick your rump out in response the sight and smell of the male, feral thoughts of wanting to be breed slipping back in.
NO!!! That's done. This...this isn't the time to get trapped into that cycle again. But it also doesn't seem like you are going to get much of answer from this mouse darting his gaze from side to side brushing his muzzle and whiskers as he seems to remain put and groom. You feel like something is off about this considering what you are seeing. Your Pentagram scribber and spellcaster is an normal mouse? It doesn't make sense. Maybe...the spellcaster is inside and this mouse is its familiar. Though why would a witch or warlock be living the small life in your own bedroom?
The male's musk drifts into your nostrils again prying your bothered contemplation as you realize the constant arousal between your legs is making it difficult to think. You even tell yourself it would be a mistake to approach the male now without potentially succumbing to primal desires. Though isn't this what you fantasized for the longest time? Longing to be a mouse and to experience the bliss of mating as one? You have a handsome male feet between you who would be eager to claim your rodent treasure and fill you up right and proper. To mate and breed...to have his litter...to nest and be mouse...
Wait; this could be a trap. As tempting as fulfilling your unusual exotic desires might be you remember that indulging your sexual urges made you change completely into a full-fledged mouse...and you weren't really you anymore after. Your memories, your personality; the parts of you that made you...well YOU had disappeared. Are you sure you want to risk that again? Once more; that gut feeling of something being off with this male mouse still persist. How does a simple feral rodent have such a unique rustic entrance with medieval-like torchlights for crying out loud?
Is it best to wait and see what happens next, or do you dare make yourself known and greet the male rodent? Withhold your urges to attempt seek out answers, or give in once more and let this mousey stud ride you?