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The old witch always appeared at the same time of day like clockwork.

Late in the afternoon as the shops were closing and townsfolk heading back to their homes, the old woman emerged from the dark wooden doors of her potions shop with a bucket in hand. Slowly she made her way down the street, the liquid in the bucket sloshing about, foaming at times and even glowing on some occasions. The unholy mixture was not fit for any kind of consumption, being the byproducts of the arcane potions she brewed up for her customers. It was just her daily chore of tossing it out down the closest drain.

A viscous waterfall fell from the bucket and splashed loudly in the sewer below, the gnarled, thin limbs surprisingly steady as she waited for the last few droplets. That was when she spotted something at the center of the fuming splatter of liquid down in the sewer tunnel. It was a pair of large pack rats- they had to nearly be the size of her cat the old woman estimated. She had accidentally doused them while in the act of mating, though they didn't look like they were going to let it deter them. Rhythmic squeaking could be heard with each thrust, their dark brown fur now stained violet from the liquid. The old woman shrugged and turned away, slipping back into her shop.

She would never discover the consequences of the seemingly unremarkable incident. Ingrid Nightshade passed away some years later. Her daughter was unfortunately a hydromaniac and would have flooded the shop so the family business instead went to Ingrid's granddaughter, Mora, who was just then coming of age.

Mora was as adept at potion brewing as she was eye catching. The Hill Elf wore her red hair in a braid, green eyes and freckled face always bright and sharp. A little shorter and thicker by Elven standards, Hill Elves were closer to Human proportions than anything. Mora was gifted in another aspect no matter which set of standards was being applied. Her breasts. The huge, rounded mounds made themselves known despite her attempts to dress modestly. No matter what she strapped or wrapped them in, they would pull in the eyes of many customers or folk on the street. She was a proper, shy type of person but by no means naieve. Always suspicious of those wanting to court her, their eyes delving into the great depths of cleavage and betraying what they were really after.

The beautiful Elven woman appeared at the same time of day like clockwork. She hauled the bucket toward the sewer drain.

"Okay. Today's the day. I'm going to talk to her,"

Shiv watched as she approached. From such a low angle he could see where the hem of her skirt and top of her stalkings met, a hint of bare thighs. He stood as tall as he could- about as high as her knees, puffing his chest up. Courage was strengthening within him. The wind caught her skirt just right and for a brief moment he had a peek of lacy panties spanning her wide hips. The sight dropped his jaw, whatever greeting he had in mind now lost as something other than courage began to swell.

The long legs swung closer, until he scurried out of the way to avoid being punted down the street. He pressed himself against a barrel near the mouth of the alleyway, heart pounding as she strode past. He watched her bend down to dump out the bucket. He could just barely make out the bottom of round, lace covered cheeks.

Bumping into the barrel caused an empty bottle to begin swaying on the edge. Shiv saw it tumbling toward him and dove out of the way as it crashed to the cobblestone. He had avoided the hazard, but Mora whirled around at the sound. He saw her shocked face and a high pitched sound left her lips.

Mora didn't trust others easily. But she saw nothing unsavory in the eyes of the strange rat creature. Dark brown fur and the unmistakable tail. He was dressed in simple, ragged clothing and whiskers twitched as he oriented his long face up at her. The big brown eyes and soft fur...she had to admit it was adorable.

"Do you speak?" She tried.

"Y-yes ma'am," He said cautiously as he climbed to his paws once more.

In exchange for a fraction of a cheese wheel, Mora learned the strange creature's story as they talked in her kitchen that evening. Born down in the sewers, he really didn't know much about where he came from or even what he was supposed to be. He had been living as a thief around the city scavenging and learning what he could his entire life.

The newest employee of the potions shop was working out fairly well. Despite his small stature he was musclebound and agile, able to stock shelves and haul various reagents around with ease. Mora caught herself studying him one day as he hefted a crate of clinking bottles up onto a shelf. Muscles flexed effortlessly beneath the fur, thick limbs steady after a busy day's work. She averted her eyes back to the ledger in front of her where she stood at the counter, twirling a lock of red hair around a finger.

A few days later, Mora was hard at work down in the basement among the brewing stands, glass beakers and tubes. A large order had come in and an equally large amount of coin would follow once it was complete. At one point the door creaked open and Shiv appeared, carrying a paper wrapper that contained a faintly glowing flower.

"This just came in from the florist," He explained holding it above his head at her side.

The flower contained glassy transparent blue petals arranged in strange repeating patterns as far down in scale as the eye could see.

"That's the fracta bloom I was waiting for. I told them not to cut it before sending it over. Dang! It wilts quickly unless planted in a sacred place and I forgot to pick up more enchanted potting soil,"

She frowned as she cast about the room but Shiv seemed to perk up at once.

"I know!" He said.

Standing on his tiptoes, he reached up to pull at her stalking. The glassy petals of the flower slid against the soft flesh of her inner thigh where he tucked it. The head of the flower bobbed up in the gap between her thighs, tickling slightly but it did not wilt much to her surprise. She was shocked but uttered a thanks to the rat who grinned as he strolled back upstairs. She carried on with the day's work and didn't mention it though the strange feelings it stirred within her continued on.

That evening, Mora decided to take a second look in the huge arcane botany book that took up an entire desk in her vine-draped study. Turning to the entry on fracta blooms, she squinted at the block of data beneath the crosshatched illustration. Apparently the flower also considered places sacred to the one who planted it.

Green eyes widened as she leaned back from the tome and stared at the wall with the realization. The fracta bloom's head between her legs. That was what he considered sacred? She recalled that slight sensation against her soft and warm flesh where no male had explored before. He had been so casual about it, as if it were the most obvious solution.

When she went to bed that night, Mora's body felt warm nearly to the point of feverish. Shiv skittered through her thoughts and then late in the night, her dreams.

Early in the morning, Shiv awoke and made his way downstairs for his version of breakfast. The rat could scarf down cheese wheels at a clip that would scare the dragonborn.

The door to Mora's bedroom was open. He could smell the cloud of floral fragrances she bathed in, stronger than usual. Peeking in after a moment of hesitation, he spotted her sitting on the edge of her bed clad only in a towel as she filed away at her nails. Her hourglass shape of course swelled up to the perfect half orbs visible over the towel, faint circles of pink areolae visible. Her bare legs were crossed one over the other and her red hair tumbled down messily.

Only when she looked up to him did Shiv realize he was staring, mouth agape.

"Oop! Uh..sorry, your door was-"

"I'm aware. I was waiting for you," She replied with a smile.

"M-me?" Shiv nearly squeaked like his feral relatives beneath the floorboards.

Her gesturing finger pulled him inside the room like a zombie. She reached down and placed a hand on his cheek, moving up and kneading his ear. She leaned down and hugged the stocky ratman, his narrow face fitting quite nicely in between her breasts. They were so soft and invitingly warm, he felt like he could dive right in. Something even softer pressed against his nose- her lips. Tilting his head up, he returned the gesture and the two were vigorously lip locked for a time.

Parting from the kiss, Mora sat up and undid the top of her towel. Her bare breasts stood firm and perky before Shiv. There came the sound of a couple threads ripping as he took in her offering. They were divine really, seeming to defy gravity. He slid his pants off to avoid destroying them, his cock springing to full attention once freed. She raised an eyebrow as she felt it's fat head bobbing between her shins.

Gripping her knees, Shiv lifted himself up to stand on her lap and they again kissed as his cock pulsated between her breasts and the first drops of his seed crawled warmly toward her stomach. The rat may have been small, but suffice to say there were quite a few inches he was keeping out of sight for all this time. His balls rested heavily against her as well, aching to be released.

She lay back and spread her legs, giving Shiv a full view of the pristine pink slit. He let his cock lay against it as he ran his hands up and down the outside of her thighs and merely enjoyed the view of the naked woman laid out before him. A slight chub to her stomach, rising to the hills of her breasts and the erect nipples, and then the bright splash of red hair against the bedcover. His chest rose and fell deeply seeming to inflate and deflate his entire body.

Gripping his cock, Shiv maneuvered it slowly inside her. She clenched the sheets as the pink shaft pressed into unclaimed territory. Moving forward, he could just about get his hands to either side of her waist where it was thinnest just above her hips. Before either of them realized it, he was as far inside her as he could get with her hand massaging his head. He tried a few slow thrusts which caused sharp gasps from the woman, slowing to moaning as she became accustomed to him.

Shiv's natural instincts were very much aware of the situation. Mother nature whispered the obvious in his ear: here he was inside an extremely fertile female offering her womb to him.

Shiv could almost swear that his balls doubled in size at the mere thought. His body curled with what felt like every muscle contracting at once as he began to rut her in earnest. Her breasts jiggled wildly as she spread her legs to either side of the bed. Red hair flew wild and the sheets were gnarled up in her grip as her eyes glazed over with pleasure. And then in the midst of the hazy passion, a moment of stillness as Shiv felt himself unloading the full quantity of his seed into her.

The potions shop would not be opening that day. Mora and Shiv spent the entire day mating, with brief periods of laying in each others arms in between. The Hill Elf hadn't thought about sex very much previously, but she more than made up for any lost orgasms.

Most wouldn't think it possible, but the union of the small rat man and the well endowed Hill Elf resulted in pregnancy. The both of them were shocked but delighted when her stomach began to swell in the coming months and her breasts swelled even larger, preparing to feed their offspring.

The anticipated day was upon them before they knew it. To the surprise of the town healer, Mora delivered a small ratlike humanoid girl which passed between her wide hips quite easily. They named their eldest child Scarlet. The girl resembled her father in appearance, with his fur color and features although unlike him she had a great mane of long dark crimson hair. As she reached maturity, she came to stand taller than her father but shorter than her mother, and she had a more thin, willowy, Elf-like frame.

There was one key difference between Scarlet and her mother. Scarlet did not have any qualms about sex. As soon as she was of age, her pussy became freely available to any rat that so much as looked at her. She was keen to explore the sewers from which she came, treating it as one big and mysterious dungeon and in lieu of treasure she often found groups of buck rats to mate with. She could often be found on hands and knees being taken from both ends and these sessions would last days at a time.

Naturally, this also resulted in offspring. Mora's grandkids numbered in the hundreds, not entirely different in appearance from feral rodents except for the set of gigantic breasts they hauled around. Her bloodline was incorporated into the rodents that ran about below the streets and increased their numbers greatly. Generations later, everyone had assumed that the Nightshade family had disappeared from the world but nothing could have been further from the truth. They just didn't look much like Hill Elves anymore.