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The Mice You Are

Listening to the male mouse squealing pleasurably, smelling his dribbling potency ready to burst, your own loins screaming to be stuffed and filled; feral instincts flood your thoughts invading your mind as you feared...but you feel too far gone to care about losing your humanity now. There is only the need, the longing to fulfill your rodent urges with you newfound mate. To rut and breed and bare his pinkies. To nest and grow. To be mice.

The glimmer of the person that once shone behind your beady eyes starts to fade away as the animal you embrace takes over. You let out squeaks of urgency as you crawl off your stud's lap and turn away, settling on all fours as you lift your haunches and whip your tail back presenting your mate with your inviting sex. You peer back behind your shoulders watching his movements, the male mouse appearing hesitant sitting propped on his elbows. Yet the glaze of lust washes over his black eyes squeaking intimately as he becomes overwhelmed by similar instinctual lust, clamoring onto all fours as well approaching your raised rump and sniffing under your tail.

A mousey gasp parts your maw quivering contently at the rubbing tip of your partner's nose and wet teasing licks of his tongue caressing your swollen petals, your nectar spilling upon his lips as you can't hold back the climax of your unending arousal longing to burst. Despite achieving your current aching relief your mate proceeds to extend and heighten it as he climbs and mounts you, paws hugging your sides and muzzle resting upon the back of your shoulders as he immediately begins to hump and thrust his pride deep inside.

Your rodent cries of ecstasy reverberates within the bathroom, claws frantically grasping at the marble floor to brace each other. Your body still reels from your recent orgasm feeling a ting of pain as your climax quickly peeks uncertain whether this hasty release will be joyous or discomforting. Though the same could be said for your mate also having just spent his seed just a moment ago. Part of you feels you won't receive the full benefit of his pride having emptied his essence once already, yet it bothers you little when any rut can be a good rut. Any part of his seed can still be enough. Any chance to bare his offspring. Many more after.

More ruts. More pinkies. Grow our nest. Nest...

Memories of your human life once more become buried in the back of your mind. There is now only the instinct to roam and forage, to mate and rear, to nest and grow. You submission comes full circle as you receive your mate's load gushing ropes of new seed flowing into your womb...surprised at the male mouse's reserve.

"Fuck, that hurts," you hear your mate speak, his language at first undecipherable to a mouse's ears until some minor remnant of your human mind slips in and helps you understand it. You feel your stud grow limp on top hugging you tight as you both fall flat upon the marble countertop panting and relishing the swell of your afterglow. "But...that also felt so good. Gotta say; I'm a little surprised how far you went for a good time. Did...did you enjoy that too, miss. Miss?"

You sense your mate running his snout along your neck trying to steal your weary gaze. You look back with a gaze of intimacy, but without the intelligence of your humanity. He sees this...and grins a sly and devious grin.

"Oh? You no longer in there, my sweet?" Your male mouse asks, his personality suddenly shifted. "I see you weren't as resilient to my spell's effects as you thought you were. I guess you truly don't mind living a mouse life after all, do you?" He strokes your ear and head with paw; while you can understand his words you don't entirely understand what he is talking about distracted more by his odd yet loving affections nuzzling into his paw. "That's fine then. At least now 'this one' will have a playmate to nest with. Perhaps he'll finally submit in time too completely the cycle, and the two of you can live the rest of your lives blissfully as mice."

He nuzzles nose to nose before prying himself off you pattering towards the edge of the counter looking down to the bathroom floor before looking back to you. "Well come along, my little morsel. Best to take any further rutting somewhere more secluded for the two of you. Lest you want to run the chance of being 'interrupted' do you?" With that he looks back down and climbs the drawers of the sink counter scurrying past the gap around the door. You still think blankly on what your stud had said as you follow nimbly down to the floor and back into the hallway, only registering that you indeed wish to remain by your mate's side; to rut and bare his offspring, to grow and nest.

You meet up with him at the bedroom doorway nuzzling neck to neck before racing across the bedroom floor towards the closet, slipping inside through the crack of the bi-folded door. You rely on your sense of smell and the brush of your whiskers to traverse the darkened section of the closet floor chancing not to hit the clutter remains of boxes and shoes rounding the other end where your mate waits. You sense him waving his paw gesturing to wait as he smirks and claps twice. Orange balls of light suddenly ignite alone the wall making you jump back and ready to flee.

"Do not fret, my dear. You are safe." The male mouse smiles provocatively turning to a oval wooden door the torchlights reveal grasping a black circular knob he pulls back to open up the mouse hole beyond. He stands by the door and waves his paw towards the hole inviting you to enter. "You two will be blissfully happy together as a mated pair, I assure you. Welcome to our nest, my love. Your nest."

Your mate's speech continues to confuse you but the sensation of safety and comfort quells any concerns as you approach the hole, the heavy musk of your mate filling your nose luring you deeper in passing the door and squeaking contently to be home, to nest and grow.

The male mouse chuckles as his sly grin stretches pulling the wooden door towards him. He quietly utters, "Welcome home, my love," as the door fully shuts, the torch lights extinguishing darkening the closet once more.

~THE END???~


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