Succumbing to your animal instincts and desires you feel you would enjoy the coming rut more comfortably and natural like the mice you are. You break away from your newfound mate briefly dropping to all fours, haunches raised and tail whipped back to invite your stud to mount. You glance back eager to see if he accepts, the male mouse still lying on his elbows as he stares back, nose wrinkled as he bends forward and moves onto his own paws approaching. You feel his nose rub the slick wet folds of your arousal teasing your cravings further with quick licks, your mousey moans rising. His weight starts to press down upon your rump and back, his paws hugging your sides, and his head resting on top the back of your shoulders. You chance a look back before becoming overwhelmed with carnal satisfaction, bracing as best as possible over the marble sink countertop as your mate humps and rides you vigorously.
It all continues to feel right, the pleasure of the rut seemingly pushing your human memories and thoughts completely back down once more as you become a simple mouse in mind again. To be filled, to bare his offspring, to forage and mate and grow your nest. Be a mouse. You are a mouse.
Your mate's cry of ecstasy bellows near your round ears feeling the final thrusts of his rodent girth bury deep and tight inside your temple. Waves of his precious seed gush and flood within filling your womb as you had longed for, partly shocked at how he could be producing so much after his last two expulsions. It only means your desire to bare his pinkies will be a greater success, ready to feel your little ones suckling your teats to help them grow and expand to their own nests one day.
Mother of mice. That is what you are. You were nothing else.
Your virile stud finally collapses upon you hugging tightly in support of his weakened body knocking you fully upon the marble floor yourself. The minutes pass as the both of your relish the orgasmic bliss of rutting and the afterglow that lingers within.
"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. "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???~