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Don't Get Ratty with Rats

For BlazingPelt

By Draconicon

Jake was never quite sure why he bothered going to the gym. The gains that he got were never as good as what some of the other species showed off. Bulls, horses, wolves, even the bigger cats were able to get nice and buff from going there. Him?

The housecat rolled his eyes as he looked down at himself. His t-shirt was clingy from sweat, and if he'd had anything beyond the slightly toned muscles that he'd gained over the last few months, he didn't see them. If it didn't show now, it never would, either, considering that he had been pushing himself hard.

The only thing that had grown was his ass, somehow. He frowned from time to time as he felt it sliding in his shorts, as the swollen muscles felt like they were grinding on each other. Never painfully, but always reminding him that he had gone from having a smoother butt to having more of a bubble. No other muscle had bothered to grow that much, and he had no idea why that particular one had swollen up the way it had.

It was ridiculous, and it made him look like a -

"WHORE!"

The gray-furred, striped cat almost jumped out of his skin as the sports car went shooting by, the occupants laughing as they left him in the dust. His heart was still beating a mile a minute as they disappeared into the distance, their laughter echoing in his ears as he blushed.

Not my fault I got a big ass...

It wasn't the first time that some asshole or other had made a comment about it, or had suggested he'd do better walking the streets, so to speak. Not that he was interested in that, or in going for any sort of new job. All he wanted was to get healthy, to have a bit of a bigger body. Maybe show that housecats weren't always on the bottom of things.

He put his hands in his pockets, sighing as he kicked a little rock out of his way. Not that it was going to happen anytime soon, or ever.

Jake kept his head down as he walked down the street, making sure to stay a bit further from the edge of the sidewalk in case another car came screaming by. There were just enough puddles around that some dick would probably think it'd be funny to send him home soaking wet.

He'd been walking for about five minutes when he heard a 'psst' from his left. He paused, looking down the alley.

There was a rat looking back, and not a very well dressed one, either. He wore clothes that were scuffed with dirt and mud and use, particularly around the knees. They were tight enough to show off his balls, too, something that he'd noticed that rodents seemed to like to do whenever they got the opportunity.

The rat stepped out of the shadows, bald feet tapping on concrete. He pulled a cigarette from his mouth, smirking.

"So, big guy. Looking for a good time?"

"Uh, no...not really."

"Heh, and why not, huh?"

The rat groped himself, and the cat's cheeks burned. The idea of getting topped was bad enough, but paying for it? Hell, if he wanted it, all he had to do was go back to the gym and pull off his shorts.

"No way."

"Why, though?" The rat chuckled. "Come on. Just because I'm a rat doesn't mean I can't rock your world."

"I'm not...into...that."

"What, you have something against rats?"

"I - hey, I just want to go home."

"Yeah? Well, I want a piece of that."

That. His ass. And the rat wanted him to pay for it? Not a chance in hell. Jake shook his head, pulling himself up to his full height. Not much, really, but it was still a few inches on the rat, at least.

"Look here, rodent. You want to fuck me? Forget about it. I'm never touching a rat."

"You -"

"Now go back in your alley, and maybe I won't call the cops on your dirty ass!"

"..."

"Go on!"

"Oh, you're gonna pay for that..."

Jake would have flinched at the venom in the rat's voice, but he was pissed off enough that there was no way that he was going to back down just from that. Instead, he pulled his hands out of his pockets, clenching them into fists.

"Oh? You wanna fight?"

"Fuck no, but you're gonna learn a lesson."

"Yeah? I'd like to see you try."

The rat glared at him, slowly sticking a hand down his pants. For a split second, Jake thought that the weirdo was going to pull his pants down and show off, flash him and run off like some sort of weirdo.

Instead, the rat pulled his hand back out and shoved it right in the cat's face. Jake gasped in surprise -

"Nnnngh!"

And immediately went to his knees as the musk coming off those digits almost completely overpowered him. He gasped for breath, his eyes wide as he struggled to get his balance back. It was hot and thick, stronger than anything that he had ever smelled in the locker room.

The rat grabbed him by the back of his head, shoving him right into the denim covering the rodent's crotch. Even through the fabric, he could smell it. Hell, he could almost taste it.

"You're gonna learn a lesson, cat. Just because you're a cat and I'm a rat doesn't put you over me...and I'm gonna make sure you learn that lesson good..."

They were out in public. Not by much, but they weren't actually in the alley yet, and he was on his knees, his face pressed hard against another guy's crotch. He was huffing the other guy's junk and...and...

And Jake couldn't bring himself to pull back. Each breath made it harder to be angry, each sucking breath made his head foggier and foggier. It was like he was gradually losing his mind to the musk, the smell turning him...turning him...

He didn't know. The cat just moaned as his mouth slowly hung open. His attacker chuckled, pulling his zipper down and then his underwear.

"There you go, slut. Let's get you really deep in that smell, huh?"

Rat or not, there was no resisting the raw smell of the other man's scent. It was heavier, hotter, and all the more rich now that it wasn't being filtered through other layers of fabric. The cat's eyes rolled back in their sockets as he huffed it up, his entire body shaking, and...and his cock was starting to get hard.

He barely noticed, but his dick was starting to throb in his pants, getting stiffer and thicker with every breath. The cat leaned in, guided by the hand on the back of his head as he was forced to breathe, to sniff, to suck at the fur on those balls. It was wetter than a ballsack in a too-tight jock, but it was hot and...

And strong...

And manly...

The cat's eyes were closing to slits, but he was still aware enough to know a command when he heard one.

"Lick."

He stuck out his tongue, dragging it along that fluffy pair of balls, licking off sweat and pre-cum as he went. The taste was as strong as the scent, and he moaned as his cock started to drip a bit, making a dark spot in his shorts. He moaned as he stuck out his tongue, finding the crevice between the balls and dragging his tongue up along it, following its path right to the base of the rat's cock.

Lick, lap, lick, lap, each time dragging a bit more of the sweat off of the orbs, each time leaving them a bit cleaner, though no less musky. The rat laughed at him.

"Heh, can't help yourself, huh? What the hell were you thinking, huh? Rats rule the streets, bitch."

"Mmmph..."

"Say it."

"Rats...rats rule, rule the street..."

"That's right, bitch. And if you're on the street, you do what a rat says. You should have paid me to fuck you. Now I'm gonna make you pay everyone else for the same privilege."

"Nnngh?"

"Heh, don't worry about it yet. By the time I'm done with you, you're going to be begging me to pimp you out."

The rat pulled him down before he could question that, forcing him to breathe in that ball sweat again. One breath, two, three, each one forcing his mind down further and further. The rodent loomed over him like some great beast, smirking the whole time, and he could feel himself drifting off further and further.

The rat's cock throbbed over his head, and he could feel the heat of that, too, the hardness that throbbed and begged for a bit of attention. He blushed, knowing that it would be put to use on him soon, too, and he had no way of convincing the rat to not do it.

For that matter, he wasn't sure that he wanted it to stop. Something...something in him was loving this...needing it...

The rat pulled him back, finally, and that cock slipped down, pressing against his lips, drawing him forward. He had never done this before, never taken it to such an extreme in public, but he couldn't resist. As the rat dragged him forward, he opened his mouth and sucked, sucked, and swallowed.

"Mmph..."

"That's it, whore."

"Mmm..."

"Yeah, that's right. You're a whore. A whore's whore. How's that feel, huh?

"Mmmph...good..." he managed to mutter when the cock left his lips. "Feels...good."

"Yeah, you know it does. Rats rule."

Such a simple phrase, but it settled into his head more easily than anything else ever had. Jake rolled his head back, letting the rat smack his face with that fat dick, and then rolled his head forward again to suck on that fat, musky cock.

Rats rule.

It echoed through his head as he bobbed it up and down that big dick, letting the musk settle into his brain, claiming it, warping it. He couldn't stop himself as he sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked, feeling those fat balls rubbing against his lips. No matter how much he had licked them, they still oozed with musk, still burned with the scent of hot rat male.

Rats rule.

Yes, they ruled. They had bigger balls, hotter musk than other guys. They deserved to be on top. Deserved to top a cat. Deserved to be paid for the privilege.

He fumbled for his pocket, and eventually managed to pull out his wallet. Before he could get a bill out, the rat grabbed it from him, holding it over his head.

"Heh, finally getting around to paying your dues, huh? Let's take a hundred, huh? Because you know I'm fucking worth it."

"Yes...yes you are..."

"Heh, get up."

He did, unable to help himself. The raw power of the rat's musk still clung to his fur, inescapable, his chin marked with it and his nose filled with it. Every breath reminded him of where he belonged.

"Get naked. I wanna see what I'm working with."

"Mmmph...yes...yes...sir..."

Jake blushed, but he couldn't stop himself. He was too turned on, too deep in that haze. His eyes were half-closed, his mind shut down, and he quickly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the sidewalk. His shoes followed, then his socks, and then his shorts.

That left him in just his jockstrap, and he was about to get rid of that, too, when the rat gestured for him to stop.

"Heh, keep that on. You don't gotta show off your dick. That ain't the important thing, is it?"

"Mmmph, no sir."

"Turn around."

He did, all too conscious of his ass hanging out of the back, of having it shown off in public. Shame warred with arousal, and his cock continued to throb in the jock, bouncing and twitching -

"Mmmph!"

The rat's fingers dug into his plush rump, rubbing it, rolling it, bouncing it. His eyes closed tight, and his toes curled against the pavement.

"Nnnngh..."

"Heh, a nice fat ass. No need to augment this thing, huh? I've seen strippers with ass implants that don't have half as nice a moneymaker as you got."

"Nnngh...t-thank you..."

"Sounds like you need another hit of musk there, slut. Get back on your knees. Suck your rat's cock."

Jake could feel the wind blowing, could feel the fresh air. It was almost enough, nearly sufficient to give him the will to run, to flee, to get some distance and safety. It might have been enough to save him...

If he wasn't so horny.

With a moan, the feline went back down to his hands and knees, his ass pushed up and his tail raised. His rat grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him down, and once more, cock and musk ruled his mind.

Jake was still in a hazy and on a high of musk and cock when they returned to the gym. The rat, Matty, had grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, fashioning a rough harness out of shreds of his shirt. The cat didn't know what was going on, but he didn't really care. As long as he got cock, he was happy.

He wasn't completely gone. There was a part of him in the very back of his mind that was as humiliated as all get-out, but even that part was turned on at what had happened to him. The cat could not resist the rat's commands, nor his cock, nor his musk.

Matty walked up the steps to the gym, while Jake was forced to crawl. He could feel his cock swaying from side to side in his jockstrap, and he could feel his balls churning like mad. He had been edged over and over and over again, his mind sinking further and further into thoughts of need and debauchery, and not once had Matty let him cum while he was blowing the rodent. He needed...

He needed more.

The rat led him into the building, right up to the front desk. The night shift clerk, a wolf, blinked as he looked up from the computer.

"The fuck's this?" he asked.

"I thought I'd bring my cat slut around, let him earn a little money."

"..."

"You get free goes, of course. The cat needs to learn his place."

"Locker room on the left," the wolf muttered. "I'll be by later."

"Can't promise there won't be sloppy seconds later."

"Just...get over there."

Jake blushed, thinking of having a hot, sloppy wolf cock pumping in and out of his ass. That was one of the ideas that the rat had shoved into his brain, the idea of servicing so many different males. His hole clenched, his cock throbbed, and he followed along as the fantasies burned in his head.

His new master pulled him into the locker room, and as soon as they entered, the eyes of dozens of bigger males were on him. Some were people that he had looked up to, envied, while others were complete strangers. All were in different states of undress, some down to their jockstraps, some past that, and some were just coming out of the shower with their towels wrapped around their waist.

All of them turned to stare at his bare ass, at his hazy eyes, at his hungry mouth. Matty pulled him to a stop, pulling him up to squat down on the balls of his feet.

"This slut is up for grabs to anyone that can pay the fee," the rat said.

"Fee?"

"Yep. $10 for oral, $20 for anal. You want a good slut, he'll be good."

"He's got a fat ass that I'd like," one of the wolves around muttered.

"Always thought he was a pretty-boi. Look forward to having those lips around my dick."

"Heh, anyone up for a spit-roast?"

The comments were flying fast and furious, and Jake blushed worse than ever. Yet, his cock throbbed all the harder...particularly when Matty leaned in and ground his balls against the cat's face.

"So, who wants first bid?"

The End