The claw tipped fingers curling around the frame of the door certain provokes a sense of flight more than fight causing the fur of your back to stand on end. You attempt to quickly weigh your options in an instance, hide or face this thing.
What you didn't count on was your unyielding arousal getting the better of you, precious swollen petals throbbing uncontrollably the moment you happen to get a whiff of the creature's scent exiting the gap of the wooden door; the owner of said creepy hand.
You gnaw your upper incisor into your lower lip and cringe, writhing and softly squealing as you start to part your legs and succumb to the pulsating lust screaming for attention once again. What the hell? You admitted having a mousey body was a dream come true, a sexual fantasy worth reliving again under better circumstances. But being stricken with such abnormal horniness at this moment is a little extreme.
Still; you are unable to wait for the reveal of the mouse hole owner as you run idle paws down your sensitive stomach teasing your animal teats, brushing your fingers above you whimpering clit before digging carefully yet wanting between hot moist folds. The urge is maddening taking weary eyes off from the door as you start to lie back against your elbows and focus on the pleasure of servicing yourself once again. You can feel your entire being start to glow warm, muscles rippling and bulging; you feel as if you are transforming again. You contemplate stopping not wanting to risk losing yourself again to empty simple thoughts of your rodent side, but this need is overwhelming.
The smell coming out through the wooden door. You know what it is. It's who you have been searching for. Your secret guest...you horny mate.
Your intuition proves correct as you glance back over your furry chest and finally see a head pop out into view, another mouse sniffing the air and brushing its whiskers around to get a feel of its surroundings before eventually taking direct notice of you. It observes you curiously as you continue to writhe on the floor, your squeals climbing as your lust heightens, the strong musk of a male in your presence adding to your lust. Without much thought you struggle to roll onto you belly having to pry your busy paw out of your loins and stand on all fours. Your changing frame makes it easier to better posture like a real animal again, easier to lift up on your haunches and whip your tail back as you expose your slick wet sex for the male to see.
You look back with bedroom beady eyes, any rational thoughts or fears overridden by primal instinct and urges as you call the male mouse over inviting the horny stud to claim. And horny this mouse truly is scurrying eagerly behind and sniffing the sweet heady pheromones your heat gives out for him to drink, his own masculine aroma filling your nostrils making you wetter. You nearly collapse forward as you feel the male's weight upon you, forearms and paws grasping at your sides as you start to feel its humping crouch pound your rump. Rapture grows the moment his rodent pride breaks pass your pink folds, crying out in mousey moans as his girth caresses nearly all of your center. Your form loses more of its humanity once more as what made you conscious also slips back into dormancy uncertain if it would ever return this time.
The closet echo's with the shrill squeals of ecstasy bellowed by the both of you finally relieved to being mated by a loving and fertile stud filling your womb with precious pinkies to make your nest. To breed, to rear, to forage and spread with your rodent family; it's all that matters to you now after this. The faint voice you hear in the back of your mind like before carries little urgency when being embraced by your mate feels good.
Your mate removes himself from your union brushing up along your body as you two nuzzle sweetly. He circles in front of you catching your eye as you follow him back to the door in the wall's trim. He stands on his hindpaws and helps pull the wooden fixture back to widen the hole for you to enter motioning a paw to do so with a nod. The faint voice nearly grabs your attention as you suddenly feel something amiss about your mate, his change in mannerisms odd for a simple mouse. But you are already so indebted and obsessed with having a mate to live and breed with that it merely comes off as cute thinking past it now as you sniff and brush your whiskers around the frame of the wall taking a look inside your new nest; your new home.
You don't see it as your new mate watches you explore his dwelling, turning away to pull the door back as his muzzle stretches into a strange sly grin, a quiet chuckle forming as he silently whispers to himself "Welcome home, my dear," as the door to his nest shuts.