You can't stop yourself beyond this point from mating. But you sense that if you were to give into your feral instincts again there may be no turning back. And even if you try to resist your animal heat will never leave you alone, and being around this male mouse won't likely help quell it either. Damned if you do, Damned if you don't. If this may be the last moment of your humanity you feel you want to keep this passionate moment classy.
Your paws run up your rodent partner's chest gripping his shoulders as you rock yourself back into his renewed pride, a squealing moan of pleasure escaping your maw back arched and head raised trembling. With your hold on the male mouse's shoulders you pull him up and flip him over on top of you as you fall onto your back, allowing your mate the dominant position as you writhe underneath his weight.
"Wha...what was that for?" the male mouse softly pants. Beady eyes gaze back between each other as you express your intent, your mate gradually registering your motives as he looks down over you. His paws carefully ride up your forearms and shoulders tracing the feral yet feminine curvature of your animal frame, caressing your sides as they slip under your hips and grope. His exploring touch causes you to quiver delightfully, experiencing such sensuality in your rodent forms unthinkable...but not unimaginable. After all; you may have desired to be a mouse, but you still enjoy the thralls of passionate love with another body.
"I can't lie, miss. I've...slept with another woman before. But I never thought...I mean..." His voice stutters and squeaks softly bashfully turning his face to hide his embarrassment. "You feel...look beautiful as a mouse. Is that strange to say? Do I...look alright to you? Do I look handsome as a mouse too?"
Your cheeks flush warm and red under your fur smiling warmly to his bewilderment. You express your answer reaching behind his back kneading his shoulders with your paws slowly pulling your rodent mate closer, muzzles touch and nuzzle. You listening to him chuckle sweetly as he leans further past your snout nuzzling deeper along your cheek and neck, feeling tender kisses running along them. You sigh a arousing squeal enjoying the romantic form of your rodent partner, inviting your mate to loosen up what inhibitions is keeping him from humping your temple squeezing wrapped hindquarters and feetpaws around his mousey hips; gently rocking and nudging himself against you.
"Miss..." He sighs pleasantly sounding his own aroused squeal taking the hint and thrusting eagerly. You hug him tight pressing your panting muzzle along his neck, riding the waves of carnal bliss surging within your center. Your loins grow wetter helping glide your mate's pride easily and faster allowing his pace to quicken and delve deeper. You are already about to burst from your climax having been stuck in such a prolong need for so long, but you manage to control the release for a just a little longer, enough for your mate to share the moment together when it happens.
Yes; the instinctual need to rut and breed, bare his offspring and rear, forage and grow the nest, such animal desires continue to override your thoughts. You feel this is it, the moment you lose your humanity again; forever potentially. And you feel acceptance, embracing your future life as a mouse.
As long as he is with you. As long as he is your mate your life will be good.
The bathroom echoes with each other's wails of mousey ecstasy, heads tilted back squealing to the ceiling as your mate erupts within you. His precious cream gushes and floods your sensitive temple feeling the molten ting warm your womb as he fills you up. You're rather surprised how much your mate manages to pour out considering being spent twice over. But it doesn't matter; it feels just as satisfying to filled with so much of his potency, a high chance of being impregnated with his pinkies...your pinkies.
A mother of mice. You're going to be a mother of mice. Looks like you truly are going to be stuck a mouse for the rest of your life, aren't you?
As the waves of orgasmic bliss finish washing over you leaving you trembling and fallen flat on the marble floor it suddenly hits you. You're still here. The instincts still pester you but...you are still conscious. You're memories remain and you haven't completely devolved into a simple rodent. How was this possible? How did you manage to overcome becoming erased from thought? It couldn't be as simple as having sex...the normal way, could it?
"Fuck, that hurts," you hear your mate speak, snapped out of your contemplation as you slightly turn your head to peer back, not enough for him to see your eyes though. He attempts to sit up while his paws press upon your back for support shaking his head as if coming out of as daze...or near ready to fall into one. "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?"
Before you answer back you do happen to catch a eerie from the corner of your beady eyes. You don't know if he notices, but you can see him starting to stretch a odd grin that feels rather devious. There is also something concerning about his scent that you start to pickup, something strange as if there were...no, that can't be right. You might be mistaken your own but...there is a feminine quality to this other scent you don't recognize.
That grin suddenly disappears as the male mouse calls you again. You look away quickly and wonder...should you approach this disturbing inquiry directly, or perhaps play ignorant for the time being. Or maybe you were just seeing, and smelling things being overwhelmed from your sexual exploits.