Your lustful urges start to get the better of you as your muzzle lips draw towards the male mouses, noses bumping and rubbing until you work out a way to press and kiss proper. It feels good, tasting his rodent lips, passions increasing as he puts a bit more effort into each other's romantic affections. He lets go of his tail slapping onto the marble floor before coiling back, paws reaching for your sides gently grasping at your fur as you feel him nudge you into his body. You relent easily and grind up against him, rodent hips rubbing rather urgently as you two start to kiss and nuzzle wildly craving each other; throbbing petals caressing the length of his pulsing slick pride.
This isn't a daydream fantasy anymore. A real male mouse is making out with you, his animal pride prodding at your hungry sex. Part of you wonders why you made him get off of you mid rut desiring to mate intensely. You start to rectify your mistake as you stand on the tips of your hindpaws and guide your stud's red shaft pass your feminine gates pushing down anxious to experience that wonderful shock of carnal pleasure and ache, squeals of bliss spilling from your maw as you rock into him.
God damn...why did you stop? You need this...you want this. You need to mate, to breed, to nest with his offspring.
"W-wait...Wait!" your mate suddenly rebuts grabbing your sides tighter as he forces you off his quivering shaft shuffling back a small distance apart. You groan and squeak frustrated in your mate's reluctance, though you start to blush and feel a measure of shame seeing his sheepishness on display covering his pride with his paws. "This might not...a good idea."
You tilt your head a bit not quite understanding his disapproval until the baser feral thoughts that was coming back over you ebb and you regain some of your senses. The lust drove you crazy nearly making you forget who you were again. If not for the male mouse's rejection you could have gone full-fledged mouse again...perhaps even the male himself.
He nods back to you sensing he understood what you were thinking just now. "You probably figured it out; the more we give into our animal urges, the easily we go back to being simply mice. At least, I think I adapted to it now. Once in a while, after...relieving myself...I lose time again before regaining my senses. But not as much anymore. I guess because I've been stuck a mouse for a while now the mental effects doesn't faze me as badly now."
The male mouse rolls his gaze back to you bashfully. "But you...I saw how quickly you changed just after giving in to your urges. You almost look like you wanted it to happen, that you were ready for something like this. I don't really understand why if that's the case, but because of it you appear to be easily susceptible to giving into your mousey nature. If we did...mate...there's no guarantee you won't go back to be a simple mouse, for who knows how long this time."
He is right. It was a miracle (or possible an accidental act of witchcraft) that you were able to come back from your feral state of mind. You feel that you probably would have stayed a mouse forever not giving a care to your old human life. Though if your curse is like the male mouse's then maybe that state of mind would only be temporary. Then again; with how often your heat makes you crave for sexual stimulation the cycle could just keep repeating indefinitely leaving you a mouse in body AND mind for the rest of your life.
As you consider your predicament another warning fills your head related to what the male mouse just told you. He WATCHED you change? Didn't he say earlier he was out looking for her, for the female mouse crying to mate? If that's the case, why didn't he just stay in the bedroom after you had transformed? And there is still the mystery of his horny scent all over that Pentagram under the bed. Is that where he was watching? Then again; if he had unloaded while you were changing it is possible his mind went feral immediately after probably confused and disoriented to his surroundings. Maybe he was scurrying around the room while you were changing trying to hide from the odd show on display and squeezed under the bedroom door during the commotion. It would explain the two trails, one leading to the closet, where he said he has been living in for months.
"Of course," the male mouse speaks up breaking the silence and catching your attention once more, "if you really want to...then I won't deny it. I...I really want you too. Smelling your heat, the way we were just now...I don't know how much longer I can stop myself too."
The male mouse exposes his pulsing pride as he tucks his paws into his barreled chest, drowsy eyes longing gazing back at you as if falling under a trance. You can feel yours doing the same as the sight of his arousal and the pungent aroma of his musk reignites your desires for him, the two of you slowly stepping closer.
"I can...keep you safe...if we both go feral. I do have a nest...in the closet. You can live with me there. We can...breed, and raise any pinkies together. Be a good family. Be good mice. Good...mice..." The male mouse's voice softens as words fade into mousey squeaks. You can sense that your cursed partner is falling into feral thoughts, same for you as well. His suggestion weighs heavily on your actions meeting the male completely as you nuzzle and rub against each other circling and drinking your rodent scents. You consider his need, his suggestion, as well as your previous concerns in danger of being pushed back into the void of your feral mind, uncertain whether you want to struggle or submit.
Could there be another way to satisfy each other's sexually needs without breeding like horny mice? Can it be done without losing yourself completely again...or are you too far gone to care anymore?