Rat problem

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I stood at my doorway like a statue, staring up at the giant man with the battle axe that could cleave in in twain in a moments notice. His face was concealed behind his metal helmet, its front shaped like a shrieking demon that concealed his face behind a dark shadow. But I could see his eyes, those brown, glaring eyes. Like someone had just torn my soul from my body.

I felt sick with fright, my skin turned cold and my bones and muscles refused to move. I knew about Emperor Crom and his exploits. The Butcher of Ardok, said to be able to match a dragon in physical strength if not surpass her, and judging by how he cleaved those men in half in a single swing those few days ago I'm inclined to believe the tales.

“You are the one they call Marcus...Correct?” he spoke. The low boom of his accented voice sent chills down my spine. His tone was commanding and steadfast, annunciating every word with no stutter or hesitation.

“Y-yeah...That's me.” I found the courage to speak, trying my best to pick the words that wouldn't end with the large, angry warrior-king pulling my spine out from the front of my chest.

“Where are you from?” He asked me.
“W-well, my lord, I don't know if you have heard of it or no-”
“Judging by your accent you are either Canadian or American...”

I was caught off guard, my mouth left wide open at his comment. Tiberius didn't seem all that interested in my reaction.
“Invite me in.” he ordered, in which I complied, stepping to the side as quickly as possible and allowing the titan of a man to stomp into my home.
I prayed that his feet wouldn't destroy the wood flooring, and luckily the wood floors god answered.

“Make yourself at home!” I insisted, pointing over to the couch in the centre of the living room. The Emperor of Vellond looked down at the piece of furniture, I couldn't tell what he was thinking, though he did seem to take some extra care not to split my couch in half with his weight.

“Would you like something to drink? Water? Tea? Coffee? Beer?”
“I'm fine...” Tiberius rejected my offerings, pointing over to the arm chair across from the couch. “Sit.”

I gave him a quick, half bow, walking at a brisk pace and almost leaping into the chairs cushion.
“I will ask again. Where are you from?” Tiberius repeated his question.
“I'm American...S-sir.”.
“How long have you been here?”
“A...A year, sir.”.

“Hrnm...” Tiberius looked on ahead, his eyes concealed from me by the sides of his helmet, not that I could make out his expression anyway...

The Emperor seemed to be lost in thought, glaring off ahead with his arms resting against his laps. Was this man from Earth as well?
“I have a job for you, Marcus.” He suddenly broke the silence, causing me to jump. I was still on edge, even though Tiberius didn't seem too moody or axe happy.

“Of course! What is it?”
“There is a gem. A very, very important gem. It is vital to a goal of mine, but its encrusted into a sword that circulates through the markets. It has alluded someone of my stature, but someone like you, someone no one knows more than a simple Mercenary, you could come across it very easily.”.

I nodded, not bothering to ask what the gem was for or what he intended to do with it.

“It is green with a shape that resembles an eye of a lizard.” He explained as he dropped a rather heavy looking bag of coins on my table with a loud thud and the clattering of the currency against each other. “Bring it to me, and I will double this.”.

With his orders given, Tiberius stood up from my couch, picking his axe from the ground and heading towards the door.

“Wait!” I spouted, Tiberius stopping to turn back to me.

“If I may...Ask you some questions?” I asked him, forgetting to do my best to remain formal, although it didn't seem Tiberius minded.

“It is only fair.” he stated. “You may ask three.”

I gulped, my eyes trailing across the room until I once again found the words.
“Are you from Earth?” I asked him.
“Yes.”
“...Where from Earth?”
“Germany...”
I nodded, that would explain the accent. I gave thought into my final question, I didn't want to risk getting an “I don't know.” from him if I asked why we're here.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked my last question. “I mean, fighting both the demon lord and the Church at the same time? They're both pretty powerful-- Not that you're not powerful yourself!”.

Tiberius stood in silence for what felt like an eternity, his heavy breath hanging in the air with every exhale.
“I take it you have been to church territory before?” Tiberius asked me, although he didn't wait for an answer.
“You saw what I saw, didn't you? Unwashed and uneducated masses living in appalling conditions while being terrorized by raving Inquisitors and Flagellants.
“You also saw how the Monsters here live, haven't you? Creatures enslaved by lust and emotions because of the petty disputes of a self righteous god and a naive demon lord. Both have been conditioned by fear and lust, they do what they are told while those above them stomp them into the dirt and peel them off like excrement from a boot... Meanwhile the lands not plagued by these pestilence stricken fanatics and violent nymphos are growing smaller and smaller.”

Tiberius stepped towards me, myself using all of my courage not to fumble backwards on to the floor.

“Marcus. I offer them all freedom, I offer them a way out of this nightmare. For both races to coexist in peace without the childish screaming of a mad god and the hopeful pleas of a arch demon turned ruler. Where man can be strong once again.
“To think, a world where a little boy can play in the fields without the fear of being snatched away from a creature skulking in the grass. A world where a mother does not weep under the burnt corpses of her hung children because they were born with a tail or ears or extra legs while the “Holy Knights” prepare her noose. Oh yes...I would kill for that.”

I was left speechless, the words of one who I was told was just a warmongering mad man with delusions of grandeur seemed to have the best interest of both humans and monsters in mind.

I simply nodded, showing him to the door. Tiberius ducked under and stepped outside, looking back at me one last time.
“Find it as soon as you can.” He said before lifting his axe on to his shoulder. “Take care of yourself.”

“Yeah...You too.” That was a rather pleasant goodbye for the Emperor of iron. I watched Tiberius make his way down the road before closing the door behind me. I almost crumbled against the door, leaning forward and running my hand through my hair.

“Jesus Christ...” I muttered, looking up at the ceiling and then out the window to my left. I honestly thought he was going to kill me, or I would say something wrong and offend him. He didn't even give that Inquisitor a chance a few days prior, though maybe he had some Earthly reserve considering we're both from the same planet. He even changed his tone of speaking from his usual short bursts to a more formal with run on sentences.  So the great Emperor of Vellond, the butcher of Arbok, and the Warrior-king of kings was a Kraut, huh? Figures.

I noticed something while peering out the window, pulling me back to reality. Something was skulking in the bushes, something larger than your average rodent. I narrowed my eyes on it as it disturbed the branches and leaves around it, and was that...A tail? I threw my door open, swinging around the side of my house and towards the bushes.

Nothing... Whatever was there must have high tailed it out of there as soon as it noticed it was spotted. I made extra sure though, rummaging through the bushes to no avail other than scratches on my arms. I sighed and scratched the back of my head. “Must have just been a rodent...” I reassured myself, though I still didn't really believe it.

Whatever, I'll just head into town, grab some groceries, maybe get a little bit to drink, the day is still young after all.

“Emperor Tiberius Crom has job for you?” Gunther asked me, clearly astounded. I simply nodded before taking another gulp from my drink.
“Dude just knocked on my door like it wasn't anything big. “Oh you know, I'm just command one of the most formidable fighting forces in the world, may I come in for tea?”...I nearly shit myself...”.

Gunther reached over the counter and patted me on the shoulder, doing his best to give me a sympathetic smile. “Do not worry, friend Marcus! He paid you, did he not? From what I understand, he usually no do that...”

I nodded again, chugging down the last of my drink before slamming the mug on the table. I thanked Gunther, dropping the usual coins on the table before heading back out the door and into the streets.
I made it a few steps away from the door, heading towards the market that was still set up in town before I was suddenly stopped by a hand on my shoulder and a gasp of surprise.

“Sir! What is it that you are wearing!?”
I turned around, seeing a white, short haired man with one of the most well kept curly moustaches I had ever seen in my life. His clothing cried out nobility, though for some reason I did not see a nobleman walk through the streets unguarded no matter how brave, at least in these parts.

The man wore a white coat covered in decorative buttons, in his left hand he held a very dapper hat with a feather leaning from the side. His blue eyes sparkled at me, making me rather uncomfortable actually.

“Uh...” I managed to spurt before the man started again. He punched the arm of my hoodie between his finger and thumb, marvelling it as if it were the threads of the gods.

“Sir! What is this piece of clothing?” He asked me.

“What? You mean my hoodie?”

“Ah! A “hoodie”! What an ingenious fashion idea! A cloak and a sweater all rolled into one! You are a genius, good sir! An utter genius!”.

I looked on with wide eyes, blinking twice before responding. “Thank...You?”

“No, thank you, good sir! I must pry though, may I perhaps...Buy the idea from you?”

I chuckled at his proposition. “What? You want to make hoodies?”
“Of course! It is an idea I must have!”.

“Shit, man. Just go for it, I didn't even invent the ideas.” I don't know why I was honest, I guess it didn't feel right to lie to a guy as outrageous as this.

“Really? Then the true inventor...He would not mind?”
“I really don't think he would.”

“Well then!” The man beamed, outstretching his hand. “I am Francois Leblu!”
“Marcus. Just Marcus.” I introduced myself, taking his hand in mine.

“Marcus! You have honoured me, sir.” Said Francois. “I will make sure you are presented with the first and finest of my designs! Where shall I deliver them to?”

I raised a brow. Shit, today might be a good day after all.
“There's a house just east out of town, sitting atop a hill. That ones mine.”

“I shall remember that, my friend!” Francois bellowed, bowing to me a very proper bow before turning away. “Farewell my friend! I shall see you again once my masterpiece is completed!”

I couldn't help but laugh, rubbing the bridge of my nose between my finger and thumb. A fashion connoisseur, huh? I guess this place isn't as different from Earth as I expected.

Like the day before, the market was bustling with people. Street vendors and caravans alike were doing their best to sell as much products as possible before their little gathering moved on to the next town.
At this point I was simply wandering through the crowd, not interested in most things being sold and just killing time until I went home and slept. My hands in my pockets, I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, when suddenly the aroma filled my nostrils. My eyes shot open, that sweet and meaty aroma I was so accustomed to back at home. Could it be? No, it couldn't! That's impossible!

I followed the smell until I spotted the wagon, a oriental man was doing his best to shout over the crowds about his product. And there I spotted them, in a circular basket emitting steam. My eyes lit up and I did all I could to contain a girlish squeal. Even across time and space itself, they make their presence known! Pork buns!

I almost elbowed my way through the crowds, stopping right before crashing into the stand itself.

“Are those really what I think they are!” I gasped, the scent couldn't lie. “Pork buns!?”

The chef seemed surprised at first, he didn't seem to speak the language very well, but he gave me a big grin when he realized what I wanted.

“Yes! Yes! Pork buns, very good! Just two coins each!”.

I blinked, reaching into my hoodie pocket for my coin bag and dropped it on his table.


I left the town behind me with almost thirty pork buns in a box, hugging it closely to my body as I trekked up the road to my home. The smell was overwhelming but I had to be strong, I was a grown ass man,  how would it look if I just pigged out on buns right here and now? No, this required love and attention, I had to savour them, who knows when I would be able to buy them again?
A plate of pork buns, a nice mug of honey mead, tonight I'm going to relax and enjoy myself, maybe even read one of those books on the shelves.

I sat myself down at my kitchen table with my meal, three pork buns was enough to satisfy my urges for tonight. I took big, deep bites, savouring each and every bit. The sweet taste of pork smothered in sauce hidden beneath a white bun was just like back home. I washed it down with a nice gulp of honey mead, taking turns between eating and drinking like a well oiled machine until I had finally stuffed away the three.

I spent the rest of the evening lazing on the couch, my hand on my stomach and a wave of content in the air. Turns out it was going to be a good day after all. I eyed out the window, noticing the wave of orange twilight cover the country side, the cosmos now visible behind the veil of the daylight sky. May as well end a good day with a hot bath and then smothering myself in the sinking cushion of my bed.

Finally my body was beginning to give in, the heat from the bath relaxed my muscles and the fabrics of my pajama pants brushed softly against my skin. With the covers curled back I dropped myself into bed, wasting no time in blowing out the lantern and covering myself in my blankets. I dropped my head on my pillows, yawning and looking out the window. The stars of the universe itself was laid out to me, each astrological piece laid bare, untainted by light pollution or the clouds above. I smiled, my eye lids becoming heavy. Things were never that bad once I got here, but today was just great.
Finally, I closed my eyes, rolling to my side and drifting off to sleep.


I found myself suddenly conscious in the middle of the night, my eyes refusing to open and my mind drifting in and out of sleep. The softness of the mattress at my back and the pillows at my head and neck weren't doing much to help the situation. I thought I heard the feint sound of whispering in the back of my mind, though when I was greeted to the sounds of crickets and hoots I decided that it must have just been the wind. I sighed once and went to scratch my nose, making myself cozy once more before drifting back to bed.

Only, that I couldn't scratch my nose, or move my body much either. My eyes suddenly shot open, the panic and realization that I was restrained fired sparks off in my brain. I looked to my right, my arm being tied to the post of my bed with rope. The same went from my left arm and my legs.
“What the hell!?” I yelled, raising my head from the pillow and up into my room. I saw figures moving in the shadows, followed by eyes glowing red in the darkness, enough to make my blood run cold.

“He's awake!” a voice called out. Three sets of eyes were visible in the darkness, examining and blinking at me every few seconds. Suddenly my door flung open as three more figures entered my room, their eyes glowing crimson as well, the six whispered among themselves and snickered.

“What the fuck is this!? Who the hell are you!?” I demanded answers, struggling against the ropes that held me in place. My heart pounded in my chest, as the sickening sense of fear fell over my body.

“You sure this is the one?” One of the voices asked.
“Definitely... This is the human I saw making nookie with the Werewolf back in Ashwood.”

The figure standing in the middle jumped up on my bed, I didn't realize how short it was until it did so. It advanced towards me, stepping closer until its true form was finally revealed in the pale of the moonlight.

A girl no taller than four foot seven stood before me with her hands at her hips and a devious smile. Two large, round ears rested atop her silver mid length hair, her violent eyes reflected in the moon light and her thin naked tail swished back and forth behind her. She wore a yellow tube top and short shorts that ended at her files, revealing the fur that matched her hair among her legs and forearms, with pink fingers and toes at each end.

“Hey! I remember you!” I cried, jutting my head back and forth uselessly. “You're that Wererat back from Ashwood!”

“The names Mouse!” The Wererat yelled, stomping her foot on my mattress. Of course her name was Mouse, what else would it be?

Her compatriots advanced, either jumping up on my bed to join Mouse or stand at the side.

“So this is really the guy, huh?” Asked the red haired and furred Wererat to my left, grinning her freckled face at me.

“Certainly doesn't look like much.” The one beside her criticized, munching away at one of my pork bun and rubbing her hand through her green hair.

“H-hey! That's my food!” I cried.
“Didn't see your name on it, lame-o!”
“He's kind of cute.” The third at my left complimented, flicking her long, blond hair past her shoulder.
“Can we keep him!?” The short purple haired Wererat beside Mouse asked, fluttering her golden eyes at Mouse.
“Maybe we should just move in, keep this shmuck as a butler.” The last one finally barked in, scratching at her frilly brown hair.

“Well, I guess we should introduce ourselves then. You already know who I am.” Mouse announced, pointing to the furthest from her with the red hair and going down the row.
“That's Abby, that's Cerys, Lizzie, Linny, and Mimi.”

“You're not going to pose, are you?” I asked them, having accepted my current situation. No amount of yelling would save me at this point.

Mouse scoffed, giving me a kick in the shin.
“Listen bub, as long as we're here, you're our property, got it? We're going to take what we want and do what we want until we leave.”

“If we leave.” The brown haired Mimi interrupted.
“Right! IF we leave!”

“Someones going to come looking for me sooner or later.” I informed them. “I work for the town. Sooner or later the guards are going to come knocking.”

“Pfff.” Mouse hand waved my words. “If by work for the town you mean Mercenary. I've seen what you look like on duty, no “Town” worker is that armed.”

I clicked my tongue, so much for my bluff. These days Wolfgang just expects me to come down to the office and pick up work, he isn't going to bother to even check up on me, the bastard.

“But that's not all I saw~....” Mouse suddenly cooed, a shade of red was now only slightly visible on her face against the moon light. The rest of Mouse's cohort began to giggle to one another.

“I saw what you did to that little Werewolf back in the woods.” Mouse told me, crouching down and sitting on my lap, her hand trailing against my thigh.
“So I thought I'd grab all my friends and track you down, get ourselves a little taste.”

“Wait, what?” The words rang through my ears. I was still in the mindset of a normal home invasion and was expecting murderers or thieves. I should have realized their intent once I came to the conclusion that monsters had tied me up to my bed, though I'm pretty sure they're still thieves, I hope that at the very least the monster part is stronger than the thief part.

Mouse's grin became even wider, looking back at her fellow Wererats who took her gaze as some form of order. Even Mimi, the brown haired one with the attitude, seemed to be getting excited at the prominence of the situation.

Mouse raised her arms into a cross and grabbed a hold of her top, giving me one last smirk and a wink before slowly pulling it off her body. Her friends followed suit, each one of them doing a slow wiggle or a soft giggle as they stripped before me.

“Are you fucking serious?” I muttered to myself, my eyes widened  as I was surrounded by six topless short women with wagging rat tails and wiggly round ears.

“Look at him.” The blond Lizzy giggled, trailing her finger in a circle against my chest. “He's already getting excited.”

“He's such a pervert!” Linny laughed, jumping on my bed. Maybe this was some sort of sign. The sign being “Marcus, stop being such a fucking slut or monsters will invade your home and you'll never have a good nights sleep again.”

Mouse pressed her fingers against my lower abdominal muscles, dragging her stubbly fingers and fur covered hands up under my pajama shirt and across my chest. I shivered and gulped at her touch, eyeing the other five girls who seemed to be slowly closing in the distance between us.

I looked back at Mouse, her arms pressing her small breasts together while she continued to caress my body almost lovingly, her fingers trailing against the muscles and scars that had formed over my time in this world. Cerys, the green haired wererat , crawled on to the bed and threw her leg over my body. I felt the impact on my chest as she straddled on to of me, placing her hands against my shoulders as support while she closing the gap between our faces.

Cerys slowly licked my chin, moving her tongue upwards until she reached me lips in which she retracted her tongue and gently bit down on my lower lip. She tugged at it slightly, letting out one final giggle before pressing her lips against mine the same way lovers would.
I could still taste the pork bun on her breath with every deep, savouring kiss. In time, whatever restraint this Cerys had was gone as her body pressed against mine and her arms pushed under and around my neck.

“Looky looky~.” Mouse called out to the other girls, poking at the large tent that had been pitched in my pants. The remaining four gathered around while Mouse pulled away my PJ pants to reveal my erection to the world. The rest of Mouse's posse gathered around with slight gasps, all except Cerys would was perfectly content with just grinding against me and shoving her tongue down my throat.

“No reason to keep waiting, girls.” I could hear Mouse tell the others, unable to see past Cerys.  Then goosebumps suddenly covered my entire body at the touch of wetness pressed against the tip of my cock. Followed by another wet sensation against the left side, and then another against the ridge, and then one more that seemed to be moving around from area to area. My dick was suddenly surrounded by a wet tingling that prodded it mercilessly, It didn't take me long to realize that the wererats didn't have a problem with sharing.

Each one chose a spot of my dick to lick and kiss their hearts content, with the purple haired Linny being the odd one out and doing her best to get in on the action.

My eyes practically rolled back in my skull, I would be giggling like a mad man if it wasn't for this obsessive little mouse that seemed to only want to kiss and touch. I wanted nothing more in the world than to use my hands, to caress and grope and  pinch like I would usually do, though there they were, tied  to the bed posts and useless to me.

“Hmph!” Linny pouted, crossing her arms and sitting back. “This isn't fair! I want to have fun too!”

I could feel the pressure in my loins, the itch of sensation becoming unbearable as several tongues massaged every inch of my cock. Until finally the sensation stopped, only for a few seconds while I felt   the pressures of resistance and pushing against my legs followed by a warm, wet heat wrapped around my entire cock.

“Linny! What the hell!?” I could hear Mouse complain. Linny had forced her way through her comrades, greedily wrapping her mouth around my entire cock as she worked the shaft furiously and sucked with loud moans and slurps.

Now I let out a groan into Cerys mouth as my loins suddenly exploded, pouring my hot fluids into Linny's mouth. She gulped it down, sucking on the tip until there was nothing left to take before she finally pulled my cock out of her mouth, leaning back with a happy sigh.

“I drank all his milk~.” She cooed happily, ignoring the angry stares from her friend.

“Jeez, Linny!” Abby complained, her freckled face stricken with disappointment.

“Girls, girls!” Mouse piped up. “The nights still young! You brought the stuff, right Linny?”.
“Yup!” She confirmed happily, skipping across the room and rummaging through an unfamiliar bag.
She came back with a small jar, sucking a strange pink fluid into a little beaker.

The girls pushed Cerys away from me, much to her disappointment, and help my nose shut until I opened my mouth.

“Remember! Just a drop! And little-” Mouse stopped herself, looking back at me. “Whats your name?”
“Marus...” I managed to blurt out through my mouth.
“Right! Marcus!”

“Linny!” Mouse pointed her finger at the other wererat. “Remember! Just a drop is enough to get little Marcus up and running all night!”

“Right right!” Linny replied as she squirted the entire beakers worth into my mouth.
“L-Linny!”

I coughed, a sickeningly sweet flavour covered my mouth and throat. What the hell was this stuff? What was it for? Some sort of aphrodisiac? My questions were confirmed suddenly when a fire erupted in my chest. I began to shake at the sudden discomfort of holding still, fighting against the ropes that held me down. I could feel my cock come back to life, standing on end like a trooper, the pain of it going unused was unbearable. I didn't want anything else in the world right now than a woman, and lucky for me there were six of them that broke into my house.

I gnashed and growled, pulling against by binds until suddenly the resistance gave up, the wood of my bed splintered and broke as my arms flung away from their holds, the six wererats screaming in fright. I tore the ropes from my arms, leaving a red gash on each when the rope gave way and was thrown to the side so simply. I ripped the rope at my legs as easily, suddenly free from my bindings and standing at the side of my bed with an unbearably massive erection.  I saw myself in the mirror, my eyes glowing a strange purple in the dark, just what the hell did they feed me?

My eyes trailed away from my bed room mirror and to the six girls standing with there backs to the wall. I grinned a big toothy grin, ignoring all other goals and slowly drudging towards them. They all had a look of unease, looking at one another as if they were deciding if they should make a run for it or stay around and see exactly what happens.
I began to laugh a creepy, low toned laugh, taking a few steps forward and grabbing onto the first limb I could get my hands around.

“H-hey!” Cerys protested as my hand wrapped around her arm, dragging her back to the bed and throw on the mattress. She crawled backwards until her back hit the wall under the window, her face stricken with fear.

“You're a big kisser, aren't you?” I asked her, not waiting for an answer. I reached down, grabbing on to her shorts and pulling them from her body, leaving her completely bare and at my mercy.

“C-can we t-t-talk about this?” Cerys shivered, my hands gliding over her body and my grin never leaving my face. I began to suck on her pink nipple, Cerys yelping only made me even more ready to go, her hands pressed against my forehead as I licked and sucked her chest. I arched my body at the right angle so my cock rested against her folds, stroking the outside of her pussy deeply.

I moved away from her nipples, trailing my tongue up her body as I began kissing her neck. Cerys was now whimpering deeply and loudly, her hands pushing against my chest and her tail wagging furiously between both our legs.

“Not so rough!” she demanded, gritting her teeth as her juices marinated my cock. I ignored her words, doing as I pleased with her until I finally felt that it was time, and pushed myself deep inside her.

She screamed loudly, her eyes opening widely and her hands falling back and gripping onto the sheets of the bed. She cried out with every pump, the bed under us rocking against the wall while I had my way with her. I cut off her yells, pressing my lips against hers and forcing my tongue down her throat. Still she managed to whimper as her tongue played with mine, her grip on the sheets loosening and her arms wrapping around my neck. Her legs soon followed and finally held herself close to me as I pounded into her.

“It feels good, doesn't it?” I asked her as I pried my lips away, whispering into her ear.

“It feels good!” She confirmed in between her gasps for air.

I went on for some time, longer than I usually could, whatever the liquid was they force fed me it was enough to turn me into a wild beast, with enough stamina to put gods to shame. Finally I felt that relieving sensation in my loins, my cock once again poured out, into Cerys moaned loudly, pressing her fuzzy palms against her eyes as her body spasm and gave in. She was completely limp when I pulled out of her, her breath heavy and her eyes lazed over. With Cerys out of commissioned I turned again to the ones still standing, their bodies shaking and their faces filled with both fear and morbid curiosity. Either they had loyalty to their friends or they were just waiting their turns at this point. No matter, even if they tried to run they would just tire themselves out, they made their bed and now they get to sleep in it.

My eyes locked with Abby's, the freckled Wererat suddenly jumped with a loud squeak.
“Guess who's next?”



I made my way down the list like a carefully planned job, giving each of my intruders my personal attention until I was done with them or they couldn't even form a coherent thought anymore. Four of them were lying on the ground, quivering and moaning to themselves while the culprit who got them into this mess in the first place, Linny, was bent over against a wall.

I had a firm grip on her waist, slamming into her and rewarding myself with the unusually loud squeaks and cries that came from her.

“Okay!” She begged. “Okay! I-ah~, I give up, ju-eek~-you win!”

I ignored her, opting rather to fondle her small breasts until I once again reached climax. Linny squealed, curling her stubbly pink toes and tore the paper from my wall before finally keeling over. Five down, that left one more.

Mouse sat in the corner, visibly shaking, though I could tell from her quivering that it wasn't all out of fear. When my eyes turned to her she froze, my cock hasn't gone soft for even a second.
“Didn't try to make a run for it?” I asked her, the grin returning to my face. “You're a dirty girl.”

“Y-you're a demon!” Mouse accused, doing her best to remove herself from the corner. Mouse tried to escape, crawl past me and keep her distance but it was too late. She squeaked when my fingers wrapped around her ankle and pulled her back. I lifted Mouse from the ground slightly, her head elevated into the air but her hands were still able to touch the ground.

In a sense I had saved the best for last. Not only was she the ring leader of this little crew, but she was also by far the best looking, both in her face and in her slender, toned body. Her breasts were also slightly larger and more visibly shaped.

“This was all your doing, right?” I asked her. Mouse looked up at me from her position, her lips trembling. She nodded with a audible, frightened “Mmhmm.”.
“Well then I guess you get special treatment.” I announced to her, untying one of the more intact ropes from the broken bed post.

I dropped Mouse on her stomach against my bed, holding her arms behind her back and tying them together.
“H-hey! Stop!” She pleaded, trying her best to fight against my grip, but to no avail. Without warning, I flipped her on to her back, unbuttoning her shorts and tearing them off her legs to reveal her clean shaven pussy.

“This is what you wanted, wasn't it?” I asked her as I examined her naked body, my blood boiling with excitement by just the mere sight alone. She had definitely prepared herself for tonight, from the smell of strawberries on her skin to almost articulate care put into her hair.

“Noooo!” She moaned, fidgeting in my grip. “I wanted to be in charge!”

I couldn't help by chuckle, pulling myself onto the bed and sitting with my legs spread out. I grabbed on to both of Mouse's ankles and pulled her up until her legs rested on each of my shoulders. With one more pull at the waist, I brought my mouth to her soaking pussy, it seems she was anticipating this more than she let on. I began to lick it the same way a dog would lick a treat, pressing my tongue against each fold and dragging it upwards towards the clitoris. “Ah~.” Mouse yelped, she squirmed and writhed in my arms, but with her hands restrained, there wasn't much else she could do. I continued to lick her, just enough to stimulate but not enough to let her come.

“Stop iiiitt~.” She cried, kicking her legs into the air. “You meanie! You bully! You bruuuute!”.

I ignored her pleas and simply continued to have my way with her enticing scent. It was like honey to me, playing with her until she could do nothing but writhe and moan in my grip. I dug in without warning, pushing my tongue inside her and listening to the sweet screams that came from her. She continued to fight the best she could as I licked and thrusted and sucked her womanhood, her breath becoming heavier and heavier. A small trail of drool trickled from her mouth as she pressed her head back into the mattress, arching her back upwards and clenching her muscles.

“I'm going to come!” She cried frantically, biting down on her teeth and squirming even harder against me until she finally let out a long yell and her juices poured into my mouth. I drank them down like honey, giving her folds one final lick before pulling away and wiping my mouth against my sleeve.

Mouse crumpled on to the bed, her tail swishing back and forth lazily and her breath heavy and raspy. She rubbed her legs together and sighed, closing her eyes and pressing her face against the bed.
“We're not done yet.” I informed her as I wrapped my arms around her stomach and pulled her from the bed. She squeaked as I sat with my legs closer, sitting Mouse up on her knees with my cock resting between her thighs.

“I told you, you would get special treatment.” I whispered into her ear, pressing myself against her back and cupping her breasts in each hand.
Mouse closed her eyes and pressed the back of her head against my shoulder, her lips trembling while I toyed and fondled with her breasts.

“Does that feel good?” I asked her, only receiving a few quick nods in response. With barely constrained eagerness, my left hand trailed from her breast to her pussy, still sensitive from before. She gasped loudly as two of my fingers penetrated her, wiggling in my grip and trying to get away from me.

“S-Stop!” She begged, biting down on her lower lip and doing her best to contain whatever composure she had left. I moved my fingers inside her, only pulling them out to rub her sensitive folds before plunging back in. She continued to yelp and moan, using whatever strength she had left in her to fight against my grip before letting out another high bitch squeal and soaking my hand with her juices.

She went limp in my hands, her breath now desperate and her head hanging to one side. My heart was on fire, and my body shook, whatever substance flowed through my body took away what little control I had left, and my mind was only on one thing.

I pushed myself upwards, the top of my cock now pressing firmly against her exhausted folds. Mouse shrieked, finding new strength to fight in vain against my hold around her.

“No! No please!” She begged, trying desperately to pull away as I slid my cock slowly on the outside of her pussy. “I don't want to anymore! I don't want to come anymore!”.

I ignored her pleas, rubbing myself against her and soaking in her juices. She pried and pulled desperately until finally pulling away from my grip, only to fall face first against the bed with her backside pressed firmly against my stomach. I sat up from the bed and crouched down, firmly groping and squeezing her ass before giving her left cheek a little kiss, which caused her to whimper again. Grabbing on to her tail and raising her slightly higher into the air, I guides myself against her folds, teasing them with the head of my dick before taking my time to slowly slide myself inside her. It must have been torturous for her, her breaths becoming deeper and heavier and faster the further in my cock went until I finally slammed inside her, forcing a loud, long moan out of her.

I held my grip firmly against her cheeks, slamming and pounding away to the exhausted and desperate yelps and moans coming from Mouse, my right hand still wrapped in her naked tail.
She kicked her legs and fought with me before finally accepting her fate and biting down against my sheets, her squeals and screams never ceasing.

I unwrapped her tail around my right hand, pressing my fingers against her tail bone. My grin turned into a perverted smirk was I moved my thumb, and without warning shoved it deep into her anus. Mouse wailed and tried to pull herself up and get away, only to be pulled up against me by my left hand, groping her breast.

I didn't even realize that my legs were soaked in her juices. I nibbled softly on her round ear, much to her protests.

“At...at...at..at..at least...At least untie my hands!” She begged me, struggling to form cohesive sentences.
I complied with her wishes, untwisting the ropes around her wrists and freeing her arms from behind her back. Her hands wrapped around my wrists, her body now gyrating with the movements of my hips. I pulled out of her, only for a second to throw her on to her back and mount her again, pushing myself inside and resuming my thrusting. Mouse wrapped her arms under my and pressed her fingers against my back, biting into the flesh of my shoulder and wrapping her legs around my hips.

Finally I could feel my human stamina returning, my legs suddenly became weak and I was exhausted. The glow of my eyes were slowly fading and I once again felt human. Still I held on, I was at the breaking point, like a volcano ready to erupt. The pain in my shoulder was no all too real and I could feel trickles of blood escape from between her teeth. My body was on fire, I could barely see, like adrenaline had just worn off after kick starting my heart. With one final thrust I slammed into her and exploded, my cum pouring deep inside her and Mouse's two front teeth digging deeper into my flesh as she cried and wailed, her legs kicking into the air and her body spasms becoming more violent and aggressive. It was suddenly difficult to keep my eyes open, my vision became hazy and I let out one final grunt of effort before everything went black.
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My eyes forced themselves open sometime in the night, the yells of passion and anguish had ceased and once again the crickets chirped and the owls hooted. Once again I was restrained, this time however not by ropes or other bindings. Mouse slept with her back pressed against my chest, one of my arms was wrapped under her breast with my fore arm held tightly between her breasts by both of her rat like hands. Around my chest, I could feel another pair of arms wrapped around me, the sleeping sighs of the wererat were familiar to Abby, the one with the freckles and the red hair.

I soon realized that I was surrounded by sleeping wererats, all having crawled into bed at some time during the night and tucked themselves in somewhere around me. Their smaller size made the feat possible, I supposed, with Cerys arms wrapped around my waist and her forehead pressed against my stomach, Lizzy and Mimi both pressed against either side of my legs and Linny sleeping with her head against my ankles.

I could barely keep conscious, deciding to rather just drift back to sleep. My moved in a way that I hugged Mouse closer, either on accident or it was just something I subconsciously wanted to do. She sighed contently, her hug around my arm becoming tighter, though she didn’t stir from her sleep, for obvious reasons. I went back to sleep, my body refusing to do anything else.

I managed to pry myself out of the grip of the sleeping girls, doing my best to slide out of bed without waking any of the six up. My body ached all over, especially in my shoulder where I was bitten. I limped my way towards the mirror, leaning against the desk for support while I looked at myself.

My eyes were...different. They were still their usual brown colour, but the red veins were replaced with a sickly purple. My pupils also reflected a shade of purple against the light. The change made me uneasy, a feeling of dread washed over my body as I stepped away from the mirror.

“Marcus...” Mouse suddenly whined. “Come back to bed.”
“Yeah...” Cerys piped up, followed by agreements from the rest of the girls.

I shook my head, pressing my finger and thumb against the bridge of my nose and closing my eyes.

“Alright.” I called back to the girls, turning away from the mirror and going back to bed, being assaulted by cuddles from all side as soon as I got back into place. I closed my eyes and did my best to sleep it off, first thing once my body feels better is see the doctor. But for now, I'll sleep on it...