Getting a little rat in me

She didn't know what to think of her "roommate" at first...well, just to start, was he a fellow lost occupant of this strange castle, or her captor? He didn't seem to try to keep her here, or force her into anything. A strange man-shaped rat, who never spoke...couldn't, or wouldn't...the only other sentient being she'd seen in the castle she woke up in one day. Empty, drafty halls, yet stocked well enough for the foreseeable future, plenty of dry goods in the pantry, clean sheets and pillows. Just mysteries upon mysteries. At some point she'd have to venture outside and try to figure out where she was and what had happened, but the surrounding forest was ominous, and she had everything she needed right here.

Everything but one particular burning need...a need she didn't usually feel, but was dominating her thoughts of late. She couldn't believe her own thoughts, the way she found herself looking at the rat man, how she'd jolt when he noticed her staring and turn away in embarrassment. He'd been nothing but a gentleman, though...if anything, he seemed like the recipient of some kind of curse, maintaining his humanity in the way he conducted himself. She could tell he ached as well, but dealt with it when he thought she wasn't looking or couldn't hear his soft squeaks.

She couldn't take it any longer. In one of the wardrobes, between a selection of robes and nightgowns, she'd found some lingerie...it fit perfectly as she slipped it on. As she sauntered toward her rodent friend, she put a voice to what had been unspoken, the thoughts that both had had of each other, and watched him stiffen. She couldn't believe she was actually going through with this, but after so many lonely nights, it felt so right...

She'd almost expected the changes she found afterward. What worried her more was how little she cared...and she wondered what she'd look like after their next coupling, and the next, and the next...