"Huh." Daisy looked around curiously. "It's different than I expected."

Cedric fiddled with his broom nervously. "Welcome to my room." His room had a small bed, a desk, and a few cabinets, and little else. "I'm not in a big room, like you are."

Daisy waved that away. "That's fine, I didn't expect that." She sat down on the bed and bounced on it. "My room has to fit two people now. Yours is nice and cozy for one."

He smiled nervously at that, and he set his broom aside, leaning it in the corner. "I'm just glad you're visiting." He settled down on the bed beside her. "So, uh." He worked his hands together nervously. "I don't want to scare you away."

She chuckled and patted his back. "I'm not easily scared." She leaned against him. "And I know you're a magical creature. So that's not a problem. Unless you have an unusual anatomy, or a weird fetish, I don't think we'll have a problem."

He colored at the idea. "N-no, I don't think so? To be honest, I never had someone around that was, um, even kind of interested." He looked Daisy over anew. "I guess you haven't done this often, either?"

Daisy laughed, shaking her head. "Not like this, no. I was a man once, but that feels like forever ago." She flipped her round ears back. "Not that I did much back then, come to think. Sounds like we're both new to this." She could see his statistics, at least the ones pertinent to a brood mouse. It was like her body was reminding her how good of a mate he could be. She wasn't sure how to feel about that, but it was hard to deny her interest.

"I, uh, I'm glad to be with you?" Cedric couldn't hide his nervousness. "But, I'll just ask. Are you here because you want to be a curious friend, or are we alone in my room for, uh, personal reasons? I'm not trying to be rude. I don't want to assume, and, and I'm not sure if you're interested, and-"

Daisy put a finger to his lips with a soft chuckle. "Cedric." That one word came out in a silky tone she had not heard come from her before. "I've been interested in you for quite a while. Teasing rabbit, always so busy. Busy cleaning. Busy learning. Busy, busy." She leaned in to brush her lips over his ear. "Busy?"

"O-oh!" He shivered at her breath on his fur. "Maybe just a little? I, um." He clasped his hands together. "Y-you're a brood mouse."

"I am." Daisy recoiled a little. "What's that have to do with anything?"

Cedric turned to face her, his eyes searching hers. "I'm not a real person. A brood mouse is. I'm afraid that, if you're interested in me, it's because you're a brood mouse, and I'm a male."

She tapped him at the end of his nose, making his ears wiggle. "You have a name. You have dreams. You work hard towards those dreams. You're as real a person as I can tell." She smiled gently. "Besides. I've seen what you have, and you're a real person there, too." She let that sink in a moment. "I have had some time to sort out my feelings, and you're handsome, and fun, and I've been thinking of you." She put her hand on his belly. "I would like you to be my first, to be with someone I trust and genuinely adore."

Cedric's ears dropped in a blush. "Oh." He shifted closer, and his hands found hers. "I, um. I would like that, too. I've been interested, but I wasn't sure how to ask, or say anything. Um. What if, you know. You are a brood mouse. What if a brood happens?! I've never even been with a girl, and if that happens, it would be scary."

She smiled at that, and she nodded. "It is scary. It's just as frightening for me." She touched noses with him. "But I feel, if anything happened, you wouldn't run away. We could work through it, together."

Cedric sighed at the touch. "I'm not brave, but I would do my best. You've been a good friend." He rubbed her hands, his fingers working through hers. "And I'd like to be a better friend." He curled his fingers, catching hers. "I accept your advance."

Daisy burst into laughter. "That was so formal." She flopped onto him, pinning him beneath her bulk. "But I'm glad to hear it." Her body was already preparing, and she could see the changes in him as well. Her tail wagged behind her. "I think we're both ready."

He grunted under her weight, but he didn't push her away. His breath caught as she pressed her copious chest against him. "Don't drink, idly." She smirked at the thought. "Unless you want to match me as a mouse. That would be adorable, and I wouldn't stop you, but not without you being warned first."

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He shook his head. "I like my ears like this, please." He wiggled them for emphasis, the long, drooping ears bobbing a bit. "Besides, I'm a construct. Drinking you wouldn't change me. I'm not really a 'real' person."

Daisy could see the stats, proclaiming quite clearly that he was very real in every way her warming body demanded. "Then go ahead. Drink. Tease. I've felt what it's like when someone else does it, and now it's time for you." She offered her breast, and his hands came up to support her. He was gentle, and she purred softly at the touches. She could feel her body respond, and she knew he could tell, too.

Even as he explored her considerable softness, she worked off her pants and wriggled free of them. The rest of her clothes were quick to follow. She had to get up for a moment to get the last bits off of her. "You'll want to join the no pants party."

"Y-yes, of course." Laughing nervously, he started to follow her, but it was too slow by her view. She kissed his belly as she grabbed for him. She pulled his pants open and gave his cock a teasing lick. "O-oh!" Cedric huffed and gasped, and she felt it throb against her lips. His hands found her head, and his fingers ran through her fur.

She nuzzled the excited organ. "For an unfeeling construct, you sure seem to be feeling something." She teased with her fine whiskers along it. "But I want this somewhere other than my mouth."

He nodded quickly. "I'm ready, I think." He was still shedding clothes as she pushed him back into his bed, and he was soon naked. "There, I'm, um."

She slid atop him, tail lashing. "I think I'll take charge, but I get the idea you're okay with that." His nods were more than assurance as she straddled him, his tip brushing her soft folds. "Okay, Cedric. Here we go." She rocked her hips to take him. He was quite large enough for her, and her body was clearly eager to take him, her slick folds parting to welcome him in.

He grunted and gasped, and his hands reached out to find her hips.

That was when things went blank. She felt flooded with pleasure, but it came from nowhere. It was all over her everything as if her entire body was a live wire of bliss. She was fulfilling her purpose, her body was doing what it existed to do.

When it all faded, she was left panting and exhausted, and Cedric was looking worried. "A-are you alright?" He rubbed her belly and sides.

She gave an almost feline purr. "You just keep doing that." She licked his nose. "We are now very special friends."

Numbers and figures danced in her vision, alerting her that she could start her first brood at any time. A yes or no set of buttons dominated her view, the yes so much larger than the no. She rolled her eyes and focused on the no.

Cedric gave a worried hum. "I've been told that brood mice feel more when mating. Was, um. Did it hurt?"

"I did feel more." She rubbed down over her belly. "In only good ways. I might have spaced out a little. Please tell me I didn't just freeze up? It was good for you too, right? I don't think it hurt, at least, not to me, but." She paused in the middle of her babble. "I'm a little scared. It's like, this is what I was meant to be doing, but I'm not sure what I was doing."

Credit grasped at her hips, squeezing at her firm muscles and soft fat. "I can tell you what you were doing." He smiled up at her. "You were amazing."

She smiled and nuzzled him. "Thank you." She settled against him. "You were pretty amazing yourself. I think? I feel sure of that." She frowned faintly. "Oh! You. You were made to serve, weren't you?"

He nodded. "Yes. I wasn't designed for combat, I was designed for maintenance, cleaning. I can do other things, but my nature is to serve. To help." He gestured to the room around them.

She flashed a bright smile. "Then you might get it. When you get into a groove, cleaning things and doing your job, you get a little lost, just thinking about nothing as you get it done, right?"

Cedric's ears bounced in his excitement. "Yes! Yes, exactly." He grinned, and she gave his ears a gentle squeeze. "I get the same way with magic. I can lose myself in it."

She placed a hand on her chest. "That's what I felt, when we came together. I was doing what this body wanted to do, and I gave into it. It was, well. It was bliss." She gave a nervous chuckle. "But I'm a bit scared of losing control, too."

Cedric nodded. "I am, too." He slid to sit next to her. "But, um, thank you. I. We're still friends, right?"

"No." She nipped his closer ears. "You are officially my boyfriend now."

He laughed at that. "Yes, ma'am." He squeezed at her rear with a gentle grasp, making her tail wag. "I'll be your boyfriend. But, um." He blushed, his ears dropping in a flush.

"What? Boyfriends and girlfriends should be open." She squeezed at his belly. "That's how it works."

"I, uh." He looked her up and down. "Can I have some milk? I didn't before, but, I mean, now that we've, um."

Daisy laughed gently. "My boyfriend has universal access to these tits, unless I'm busy or in a bad mood. I'll tell you that." She leaned back, presenting. "Neither applies right now."

Cedric didn't hesitate to take advantage of the situation. His lips found her, and his hands supported her. She purred softly as she petted his ears. She let out a little gasp as his mouth sealed, latching onto her and drawing some milk free. She shivered with the small pleasure of it. It was like a steady contentment. "You, mmm, keep right on."

They cuddled together, both warmed with the sense of their new relationship.