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'Fuck me, did I really just fuck a rat?'

Charlotte stared out the window of the midday sun, contemplating the actions that had taken place the previous night. The regrettable actions. Somehow, she went from hating this rat to fucking him in only a few hours, and she didn't know what went wrong her. 'I really just lost smy virginity, to a fucking rat?!'

Said rat was still with her, cuddling. He was smiling as he snored away, hand resting on her ass.

'Oh that fucking... He thinks he owns me now... ' Still, Charlotte couldn't complain too much. The sex was intense and fun, filled with pain and lust. Somehow, despite being with her hated companion, it managed to be enjoyable in some ironic way. Maybe if she used him a bit more. Besides, the two were comfy, snug next to each other. Charlotte felt warm, especially in her lower region, no doubt from the previous-

"Oh fuck!" Charlotte yelled, suddenly springing up. She let the rat, John, finish inside her in her horniness, ignoring the obvious consequences. Cum was still stuck inside her, and she was still naked. They both were.

Charlotte hurried to the shower, angrily cursing on her way. "Fuck fuck fuck! If he makes me pregnant I'm going to kill him..."

John meanwhile, awoke only a few minutes later, Charlotte still trying to clean herself up. He heard the shower on, and remembered the messy night they had before. Hair pulling, cum soaked, bite marked fun. John himself was filthy, though it wasn't unlike his kind to be like it, so it didn't concern him. He looked at the time, and it was already half past noon. 'Damn, it's later than I thought,' he thought to himself, wondering what to do next. His clothes were ripped to shreds, though perhaps he could find something else to wear. Rats weren't picky.

Just as John was searching through the Cheetah's drawers, she emerged out, fur wet where her towel wasn't covering. It wasn't the best looking situation.

"You perv! First you fuck me, then you try to look through my-"

"It's not what it looks like, I'm-"

"Shut the fuck up! Just go," Charlotte commanded before realizing the obvious lack of clothing. "Oh," she mumbled, blushing at her realization. "This is your fault, rat."

John wasn't particularly pleased with the situation either, though at least it meant he could spend more time with his crush. The crush that he may or may not have impregnated...

"Um, is this a bad time to mention I might have made you-"

John's question was halted by Charlotte's furious stare, angry enough to kill. She knew very well what happened, and she wasn't sure who to hate more. John for cumming inside her, or herself for allowing it to happen. Charlotte closed her eyes in frustration.

A knock came on the door. 'Who the fuck is it,' she thought as she walked over to open it, forgetting she wasn't wearing anything but a towel.

When she opened the door, a scrawny male fox stood, standing in front of a few other animals, with a concerned look on their faces.

"You alright? I heard yelling in your room last night, and I..." the fox trailed off, gazing inside to see John in his messy state. "Um, I'm not intruding on anything am I?" The other animals looked in, and Charlotte was horrified, realizing she may have alerted her entire apartment to their fucking. She felt the room become hot, and was humiliated.

"Get the FUCK out. NOW!" she boomed, slamming the door. The animals dared not to continue to bother her, and left.

Charlotte was ashamed, now everyone knew that she was not only pity-fucking the rat, but also WHEN she was. She was seething. She wanted to scream, though that probably would have made things worse. 'I'm such a fucking dumbass. Everyone knows I'm fucking a rat, and now I might be carrying rat babies. Fuck. Me.' Charlotte couldn't control her emotions, and her anger turned to frustration, then to shame. She started crying, her face covered in her pillow next to where John was standing.

John didn't know what to do, but he didn't want to see Charlotte cry. He knew he had to do something or she would probably really kill him. He knew one thing to make her feel better though, but it was risky.

"We fucked up good Charlotte. This is my fault. And yours..." Charlotte continued bawling, not saying a word.

"You know, we both could use punishment... after all it's not like I can get you pregnant again right?" Technically it was too early to tell if Charlotte was indeed impregnated by John, but knowing her, she probably was.

"I'm sure you'll feel better after being treated like the slut you are."

Charlotte ceased her crying, and looked at John. Her face was damp with her tears, and her body ached from the abuse it took the previous night.

"You know what? Fine. Fuck me again. But this time harder. Harder than ever before. If you're going to make me pregnant, make sure you do it right. Make me carry your filthy rat babies. Make me your shameful whore." Her voice trembled as she spoke. She couldn't believe she was doing it, but it was perhaps the one thing to make her feel better. Making herself feel like trash, degrading herself. She really loved it.

John was more comfortable with talking dirty then, after having experience. "That's right. You're a worthless slut who fucks rats. Come on, we don't have all day." John, with a surge of dominance, grabbed Charlotte by her spotted fluffy tail, and dragged her onto the floor.

"Wait, just use the bed you-"

"No, you don't deserve it. You're just as low and filthy as me now." John said, pulling the towels off of Charlotte. She realized what was happening, and smiled, her eyes still wet.

"I'm yours. Your fuck toy. Make me hurt John!"

Charlotte was completely naked, her fur a fluffy mess from being wet earlier, not that it mattered anymore. She was going to become dirty. John smiled, knowing he was making her feel good.

Slap!

Charlotte's belly felt a sting as she was being whipped by John using her towel, twisted up. It was perfect to use, leaving welts that were forming all over her.

"Fuck! Keep going! I'm your slave!" Charlotte yelled, not caring if anyone else heard her then. All that mattered was her and John, feeling the degrading pleasure inside her. Each whip went lower and lower down, becoming dangerously close to her pussy. Then, John stopped. With a sinister smile, he looked deep into Charlotte's increasingly worried eyes. 'Oh shit, he's going to-'

Smuck!

The wet sound of her pussy being struck was soon followed by Charlotte yelping helplessly, quivering in the hot, stinging sensation. Wave after wave of hurt filled her, and she began to beg. "Please, stop, this is too much!"

John ceased. He threw the towel down and said, "You're right, I'm only just getting started. Don't move."

John moved over on top of Charlotte, looming over her. His balls hovered over her like impending doom. The sweaty, disgusting sack moved closer and closer to Charlotte's face. "Oh please, anything bu-"

Shluck! Charlotte's mouth was already filled with the rat's dirty balls, her mouth full of the musky taste. She teared up, and began sucking, at John's order. "That's right, lick them clean!" John laughed. He really was feeling powerful, and loved his dominance.

'He thinks he's got the last laugh, well I'll show him," Charlotte thought, mouth still full of sweaty rat balls. 'Dumbass shouldn't have put himself in such a vulnerable position!' Charlotte then began to clench her teeth onto the squishy treats, slowly sinking her teeth into it.

"Eeeagh!" John screamed as he pulled out of Charlotte's mouth. She was clearly amused.

"What are you going to do about it rat?" She laughed.

"I'll p-punish you e-ven harder..." John said, balls still in a world of hurt. She didn't break the skin at least, but his sensitive berries were no match for her maw.

Smack! John slapped the cheetah as hard as he could, his cock hovering over her bruised, puffy pussy. "I'll make sure you're pregnant," he said, plunging his cock down quickly. Charlotte winced as he entered her. Slap! John began slapping again, timing his humps with each slap. Slap! John was suddenly slapped himself, his face stinging suddenly as the massive paw made contact.

"Don't think I'm done with you!" said Charlotte, with both her and John slapping each other's face after another.

Shluck slap plap! Both the sound of John fucking her and slapping were heard. The began moaning and screaming as the pain and pleasure rose, their faces becoming puffier and more sensitive. The pain made John last a bit longer, as he had to concentrate on keeping himself going. He remembered that Charlotte's breasts were still sensitive from the last night, and started slapping them as well.

"Yeek! You dick!" The reaction only made John slap her modest but cute mounds harder, piercing her nipples with pain. "Yeek! Eeek!" Charlotte screeched each time she was hit, turning John on even more.

"Shut up!" John ordered between slaps, as he covered her mouth. Charlotte responded by covering John's mouth as well with her other paw, and they continued slapping. They grunted, their screams halted by each other.

They continued for a few minutes, loving and hating each other. Charlotte completely forgot of the previous moments, and all she was focused on was pain, fucking, and dick.

"I'm about to cum!" yelled John, ready to fire his second load into Charlotte. She, however, had something else in mind. Charlotte bent her knee under John, and prepared herself for the hardest thrust she could into his balls. 'He'll love this...'

John's scream was impossible to detail fully. It filled the room, the apartment, and quite possible the entire city. It was full of agony. It vibrated throughout, and he couldn't even concentrate on fucking anymore. It was even worse than when she bit him. Way worse. The poor sack of his bulged purple, quite badly bruised.

When John finally calmed down, he angrily grabbed Charlotte's fur and pulled in retaliation. She screamed, he pulled. Again and again, bare spots snaking down to her most sensitive parts, clenching with anticipation and fear. He was going to make her pay for this.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!"

Charlotte's throat was sore after such a terrible scream, and her pubic region fur was torn out, leaving and embarrassing red patch of skin. Her pain rivaled John's own from his ball kick, and they both writhed in agony together, John still inside her. The pain pushed them both over the edge, and they both came, this time, John making sure to go as deep inside Charlotte as she could. They both choked each other in the heat of the moment as John's rat cum refilled her chamber.

"You... fucking... rat... I'll carry your... gross rat babies..." Charlotte passed out, on the floor, dirty.

'Why am I in so much pain? Everything hurts. Everything fucking hurts! What happened?' Charlotte thought as she regained consciousness. She was in bed then, her pussy again filled with cum. 'Oh of course. Him. Again. Do I ever fucking learn?'

At this point Charlotte didn't bother to worry about becoming pregnant. She asked for it. She felt dirty, but at that point it was who she was. A dirty rat-fucking Cheetah. She looked over to see John, only he wasn't there.

"John? Where the fuck did you go?" Charlotte looked around, cum dripping out of her pussy, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"That fucking dick. Leaving me to deal with his children. I'll get him back somehow..." Charlotte said, stomping back to her bed. She wondered what she was going to do next. "...What the hell am I going to do with baby rats anyhow?" Charlotte thought as she drifted back off to sleep, her hand covering her pussy. At least she got what she deserved.