You start to step towards the distraught male mouse, beady eyes growing heavy and glossy as his heady arousal no matter how much he tries to hide it continues to corrupt your willpower. Any suspicion you once had gradually melts away as the instinctual part of your animal mind takes over drawing you face to face, chest to chest; fur grazing fur standing dangerously close. The melancholy male pries his sadden gaze from the floor of the countertop baffled to see you suddenly upon him, soft intimate squeaks spilling from your sniffing muzzle drinking in his scent, fueling the heated attraction.
"W-wait..." the male mouse stutters weakly catching his gaze matching yours equally entranced, rodent nose flares absentmindedly joining the sensory exploration prodding along your neck. "Maybe we shouldn't. You don't know...my curse..." Your gliding paws feeling his sides reaching and clutching the back of his shoulders breaks what concentration either of you have nuzzling cheek to cheek. Your body urgently rubs and grinds against his running you belly against the male's slick throbbing pride, standing up on the tip of your hindpaws to better help guide your horny stud's rodent spear back through your aching loins.
You animal eyes beam dazedly as carnal euphoria returns and flood your body, the male mouse pushing forward with your enticement hugging under you back and bending you back, his animal hips bucking hard pushing his girth far and deep with every thrust. The primal dominance knocks you off your hindquarters falling back upon the marble floor holding; squeezing around your partner tightly as you submit to his control and indulge in each other's feral lust.
"Fuck...I've waited for this," You hear him groan between squeaks, something odd and devious about what he says. "Wanted you...so long. My love. Make you happy...make you a proud mother of my pinkies. It's what you wanted, isn't it? You want to be a mouse...my mate. Be my mouse. Be my mate."
Regardless of how disturbing the male mouse's words sound your mind once more starts to drift and numb, human memories and personality that makes who you are starting to disappear back into the deep recesses of your mind as his words begin to make sense. Being a mouse does feel good. Being a mouse is what you want. Being his mate is your desire, to forage and rut and nest with him your instinct. There is no other reason to be anything other than that.
Feeling close to the end you wrestle the male off you only for a moment as you roll onto your belly and rise on all fours, tail curled back and haunches raised to invite your stud to resume rutting proper. You hear a chuckle come from the male mouse as he runs his paws over your plump rump, caressing your thin tail yanking it gently as he climbs your back and hugs your sides. His muzzle brushes your neck feeling his breath matting your fur, affectionate licks trailing behind your rounded ears.
"Good girl," your mate coos, his earlier reluctant tone having shifted to one with confidence and deviousness. "Embrace your mousey life. I promise you will miss nothing from your old life." Bodies rock and climax builds as your seasoned mate humps vigorously almost unable to fathom the swell of sexual rapture stimulating your temple. Before you know it the two of you lift your heads back and squeal sharply crying out in ecstasy, your mate's final thrust pounding deep releasing the heavy flow of his molten seed.
It's no question this will bear you his offspring, relishing the glow within your womb.
"My love," your mate sighs pleasantly falling flat upon you spent and satisfied, you feeling the same as you nearly slip into a blissful slumber. The quick nap is bothered, however, as you feel the male mouse removing himself on top of you watching him circling out in front and stretch his muzzle lips into an unusual smile of sorts. "Best not to sleep out in the open, lest you wish to tempt fate with the giants. Follow me." You don't completely understand what he means no longer having the mental faculties of your human self, though you sense the threat in his words and gather yourself back onto your paws quickly scampering behind your mate as you climb down the bathroom counter and slip back out to the hallway.
You both stay side to side pressing intimately against each other as you make your way back into the last room you had come from, the one with your mate's divided scent trails and the odd symbol thingies. He leads you towards the closet, the other potential path, squeezing through the small gap on the far end of the open bi-folded door. You sniff frantically and brush your whiskers about the cluttered rocks and walls of the closet floor as the light grows dimmer on the other side, your mate catching you before smacking against the wall. He chuckles at your cute naivety standing up on his hindquarters as he claps his paws twice. Orange balls of fire suddenly erupt from the wall revealing a oval wooden frame placed over a mouse hole, the shocking light nearly causing you to flee.
"Do not fear, my little morsel," your mate assures pulling at a odd round black circle gradually opening the hole and revealing his nest within. "The state of my nest may seem 'peculiar' for you, but you are safe with me. This is your nest now too; your new home. Please, won't you kindly make yourself at home?"
Your mate's speech still sounds odd even as some dormant part of your mind helps you understand his words to an extent, but his alluring scent fuming from within the nest distracts you eager to step through and indeed make yourself at home, your home; your nest.
You don't notice as the male mouse reaches for the wooden frame's edge pulling back as he chuckles and quietly utters "Welcome home, my love," shutting the door behind him, the torches extinguishing darkening the closet.
~THE END???~