You try desperately to hold onto your composure, but alas you can't help with what your animal body wants. And what it wants is to experience one more round of carnal pleasure. Your beady eyes half shut as you start to squeal softly moaning your lust, trying to reach down yourself with your rodent paws though the length of your forearms are not quite as long as they once were, let alone the position of your damp throbbing petals having pulled closer to your tail. You don't even bother to hide yourself from the male mouse's darting gaze up to the countertop as you onto your back and and squirm kicking your hindlegs as you lie helpless to the surge of arousal you cannot seem to attend to yourself any longer.
While lost to the thralls of lust stripping away at your human thoughts you are shocked to suddenly be in the presence of the male mouse sitting beside you as he watches you writhe. He leans in sniffing along your barreled chest and neck, whiskers tickling your muzzle chin as he draws his snout to yours. His scent, so powerful and inviting, you quickly start to forget your concerns with holding onto your memories and desire nothing more than to mate with this enticing stud. You splay your forepaws out trying to pull him closer, distressing squeaks pouring from your sniffing muzzle as you nuzzle along his cheeks and brushing his neck. Your new friend seems to enjoy your forwardness nuzzling back, moving suddenly to lie on top of you face to face.
Animal thoughts feel you both would be suited better if you were to roll onto your stomach and let him mount you proper, but your stud doesn't seem to mind this position as presses chest to chest, muzzle to neck, caressing each others bodies. The missionary embrace feels rather good, a carnal stimulation abnormal for a mouse but one you don't mind experiencing. You wonder what it might be like to press your animal lips upon his instead of nuzzling, some lingering old thought once imagining doing this. Before lips make contact you tilt you head back and cry in a mousey squeal, body swelling to glowing pleasure as your future mate drops formalities and starts to hump frantically into you.
You drift off and let it happen, animal thoughts ready to receive his seed and ongoing ruts, wanting to nest with him and bare his offspring. Despite the unusual delight of this position you eventually fall back to instinct compulsion and force your stud to pause as you roll and posture on your paws, long tail slipping out from under him curling back to better present your sex to him. He quickly mounts and resume the rut relishing the feel of his rodent pride caressing your slick sensitive temple. Before long, his girth erupts inside spilling his animal seed, the both of you squealing in ecstasy from a wonderful rut.
Your mate clings to your body while the two of you enjoy the swell of your afterglow before eventually parting and leaving you blissfully flat on the countertop. You gradually snap out of your rapturous stupor and realize that your mate has left catching him climbing down to the bathroom floor as he slips around the crack of the gaping door. You immediately hurry down the counter, much more nimble and easily than the climb up before you feel, scurrying out to join the male mouse waiting by the gap back to your bedroom. You follow close as he turns and heads to the closet stopping to look back and make sure you are indeed behind. His muzzle lips stretches into an odd curl as he reaches back with one paw and curls a finger to come before disappearing into the darkness of the closet. You find this mannerism odd for a mouse but it matters not at this point following inside.
You sniff and brush your whiskers about needing to rely on you sense of smell and touch more than sight with the only light behind you, the end of the closet floor dim practically nothing but shadow. You do hit the wall but your mate guides you towards him nuzzling your neck before and stands and clap his paws. Another mannerism that baffles you, but not as much as the sudden eruption of orange flames on the wall nearly sending your scampering away in fright.
"Do not worry, my little morsel," your new mate speaks. His words; at first, sound garbled until some part of your brain pulls out dormant memories of understanding this kind of speech, but nothing else. "You are safe with me. Nothing to be afraid of. I have so much to show you, but for now let us rest...and continue to bare you pinkies for our nest. See?"
The male mouse grasps and odd black and round fixture pull back and opening outward the odd oval looking wooden frame revealing a mouse hole. His scent fumes within along with causal smells of a rodent nest...among other unusual things. Again; it doesn't bother you as you are simply content with being with your mate eager to make yourself at home in his nest...your nest.
You don't notice as you slip in sniffing and feeling within your mate's abode, the male mouse's sly smile curling tighter as he chuckles and pulls back on the door. He utters something quietly, "Welcome home, my lovely mate," before fully shutting the door to his next, the torchlit fixtures beside it extinguishing and darkening the closet.
~THE END???~