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Rat's Nest Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Anonymous

[Warning: Contains extremely graphic filth.] [Read at your own risk.]

The old weathered chain link fence rattled and shuddered as it was penetrated by yet another individual in the short space of a few minutes after decades of being untouched. The fence was as orange as the ground it was anchored into, corroded and weathered by the harsh environmental conditions that had rendered the entire region completely uninhabitable. Still, the barrier was proving at least a minor obstacle for the young man trying to squeeze through the gap that had been cut. His body was covered in improvised clothing made of scraps and pieces of whatever could be found, from leather to denim to polyester. At least the polyester was a rudimentary radiation shield...

"Sho, hurry up, it's the last one." Came the aggravated voice of another young man. Sho looked up, his short wild black hair caked with dirt and grime, his green eyes peering up from his innocent face. He looked to his three friends before he dug his battered shoes into the dirt and pushed through the seam in the fence, finally getting clear. He slipped a bit on the arid dust and stone, all of which was orange... just as orange as everything else. Sho coughed a bit before he slowly rose to his feet, coming shoulder to shoulder with his friends as they peered across the landscape.

Stripped of all trees and plants, the region seemed barren and sleek at the same time, a balance of the rough and the smooth, of nature and man... and it was the latter that had brought the survivors into the forbidden region. Far down the gentle slope of the hill the boys stood on was a massive construction left over from the days before the fall of man, a massive object made of cement and metal, spanning the vast stretches of the valley and holding back nature itself. Years of dust storms had polished every imperfection out of the stone and had etched into the massive cement dam until it was impossible to tell where the structure ended and the land started.

The disaster that had destroyed the world had tainted the water supply, but the deep jade green lake behind the dam was rather beautiful in its contrast with the umber rock that held it. The dam itself was rather understated, not sticking up very high over the water level, the river below only a few stories down... but the dam had once produced enough power to keep three cities illuminated. Even after the end of the world, various electrical towers fed out from the dam like veins, their red warning lights pulsing on and off slowly like heralds to a forgotten age... and they had been the beacon that caught the attention of the explorers.

As the four young men started heading down the gentle slope, they each considered the ramifications of what they were doing. They had gone against the rules of the elders, traveled for hours into the forbidden zone and broken through five different security barriers just to get to the dam. The water had collected years of fallout and had coursed through the generators, irradiating the mechanical systems... It was a recipe for high risk, but if that wasn't enough, the emblems on the security fences had betrayed a far more dangerous truth, that the dam had been used in the last days by the Central Order, an organization attempting to hold off their destruction by any means necessary. It certainly hadn't worked.

As much as Sho wanted to be watching where he was going, his eyes kept casting down to his feet, making sure he wasn't tripping over his friends. He wanted to be as confident as the others but most days he was just grateful they considered him worthy enough to be an extra set of arms. After all, that was the most important part of what they were doing, why they had come to the dam... They had come to liberate forgotten technologies and supplies and increase their standard of living; and it had all been thanks to the genius of Ellis. Sho looked up at his friend, the young man leading the pack toward their target.

While all four boys were physically unimposing in general and thin out of necessity, Ellis was the closest thing they had to a 'heavy'. He had just a bit more muscle than the others and he had just a bit more experience. His brown hair stuck up in every which way, kinked up with dirt and grime. His face betrayed the lazy beard of someone who had elected not to shave in two weeks and his eyes were focused. Ellis had crawled his way up in the survivor camp by learning how to scrounge and repair forgotten tech. Sometimes he'd been beaten for trying to resurrect the ways of the world that had destroyed itself, but sometimes he'd been paid handsomely in food and resources in exchange for what he cobbled together... and the dam was going to be his biggest target yet.

"When we get in there, there'll be certain things to keep your eyes out for." Ellis said, feeling his heart race as they moved onto flatter land. The dam was stretching out before them, seeming so much larger up close. Ellis came to a stop and turned to face his friends, "Every twenty feet or so there will be a first aid kit. The antibiotics will have turned to jelly, but the bandages are hermetically sealed so stuff your bags with as many as you can get. There will also be flashlights at about the same distance. If they're C.O. made, they may only have a partial charge but if we stick them in the sun they'll be worth their weight in food when we get back." Ellis explained.

"What about the advanced stuff?" One of the other young men asked. River was one of the wilder survivors. His ears were pierced with found metal and a jagged brown goatee hung from his chin.

"I'll check the advanced stuff for radiation and see what we can lug back. We don't want to strip the place bare, runners still hook up to the power lines. If this place gets broken, we're in for a world of trouble back home..." Ellis said.

"That's probably why it's forbidden, everyone agrees that the power is too important to risk." Sho said, reaching up to trail his fingers through his black hair.

"No one needs a history lesson." Came the gruff voice of their last member, Cal. Cal's shaggy blond hair was shorter than the rest of the group but was still just long enough for the wind to ripple through. His cool blue eyes regarded the dam before they advanced along. All four boys reached into their collars and pulled up bandannas over their face as they approached the edge of the dam itself. As they took their first steps onto the sturdy cement, their shoes displaced orange dust, proving to be the first human feet to set foot there in almost fifty years. The windows were hazy, a common effect of being weathered for so long after being exposed to the fallout.

As they ventured forth, Sho glanced to the right, seeing the vast lake of poison water that could kill them in seconds. River, meanwhile, looked to the water flowing along the valley on the other side. Thirty miles away the first bridge spanning the gap had been rebuilt, connecting the two sides for the first time since the collapse. Ellis and Cal kept their eyes forward, advancing toward the door. After what seemed like an eternity, they reached the barrier. The door was thick; quadruple reinforced with a number of forms of locks and mechanisms... but to one side there seemed to be a card reader hastily installed. It had no key pad, no marks... merely one long slit on one side. Ellis swung his bag around his shoulder and riffled through the possessions before he pulled out a gold plastic card with the Central Order emblem. He took a breath and swiped it through the card reader... and after half a century, the door started unlocking.

Rumbling and shuddering, the door clicked and whirled before there was a gentle hiss and the door began slipping open. The interior was darker than outside but the difference was instantly visible. For the first time in their lives, the survivors saw a place that was free of any dust or fallout. The cement floors were clean, the lights were glowing dimly and the air rushing out of the facility was so fresh that the ever present burning in their lungs ebbed as they moved forward. Ellis grinned as he moved in, the others following behind. After they had taken a few steps into the dam, the door shuddered and rumbled shut. Sho turned around, looking at the mechanism. The door was hydraulic, using just a little of the energy from the dam to get the process started. It was an ingenious design, something he was able to more fully appreciate with every trip.

The four young men moved deeper and deeper into the dam, passing through the offices and utility rooms that hugged the outer walls before moving out onto a massive bridge like expanse that spanned the entire dam. Clusters of control rooms and break rooms were built onto the bridge, overlooking the countless floors of machines below. The dam was a lot deeper than it had appeared, leaving little guess why the Central Order had utilized it as a base. After passing through a rather messy block of offices, the survivors reached a gap between the structures. The metal grating that made up the surface beneath them was interrupted by a heavy stairwell leading downwards into the abyss and another rising up into the thick ceiling. Ellis moved over, finding a sign.

"Alright... Sho, you head upstairs. The C.O. set up barracks there. They'll be full of personal items and knick-knacks. Great stuff for trading. I'll head down, see how radiated the generator level is. If it's safe I'll call you guys to help. River, Cal, you stick to this floor. Grab the essentials we talked about and if you see anything super rare, grab that too." Ellis said. Sho wanted to plead his case for sticking together, but Ellis' feet were already echoing on the metal stairs as he descended rapidly. Sho took a soft breath, watching his blond and brown haired friends head off together toward the next block of buildings on the massive bridge. Sho sighed, moving to climb up the steps slowly.

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The soft click of the door echoed into the cavernous space beyond as River and Cal entered a utility area at the far end of the dam. Their bags were already full of pounds of bandages and office equipment, the scissors clinking around against each other. Cal moved ahead of River, glancing around at the location they had entered. It seemed different than the rest. There were numerous warning signs and lockers. As Cal continued walking forward, River moved over to one of the lockers and opened it up, only to jump back a moment later with a grunt of surprise. Cal spun around.

"What is it?" Cal asked, disgruntled. Hanging in the locker was a radiation suit made of yellow material with an elongated gas mask that stuck out almost like an animal muzzle. Large soulless black ovals allowed the wearer to see out while the two circles on either side of the extended face would filter the air. While it was plainly obvious it was a hazmat suit, the way it was set up in the locker did make it appear to be a person. River blushed, realizing his rookie mistake.

"I wonder how much that could fetch us... I mean, some rich guy might want to cut down his exposure." River said.

"It's too much to lug around. Maybe we'll come back for it." Cal said as he advanced deeper into the room. River wasn't convinced by Cal's reasoning and he reached to try and get the suit off of the hook. The more he looked around, the more it seemed off somehow. There was no need for hazmat suits in a hydroelectric dam... nor was there cause for the biological hazard symbol on the walls. Whatever the C.O. had been up to, it was strange stuff. Cal stepped forward yet again, assuming the click behind him had been River opening more lockers, but River had assumed it was Cal walking around. Neither saw the gloved hand pushing the lock on the door into place, or another gloved hand across the room starting to turn a round valve.

The pipes running under the floor grating started to rattle before there was a gentle hissing in the air. A foul stench started to leak into the room smelling like wet fur and musk and B.O. Cal looked around in a panic before he noticed a brownish green gas spilling out of the floor, collecting like a fog. He rushed across the room toward the door nearest him, trying to force it open but it was locked. River moved back to the door they had come in, but it too had been sealed. Realizing that time was running out, River's eyes moved back to the locker. He rushed over and pulled the suit off the hanger, unzipping the flaps and opening up the interior seal. He stepped in, trying to balance haste in the emergency with his care not to rip the suit and render it useless. His shoes settled into the footies of the yellow suit, the rubber hugging his legs as he pulled it on.

Cal had gone back and forth between the doors a few times, not understanding how they could have sealed itself unless the system had detected some kind of leak. Spotting River nearly dressed in the hazmat suit, Cal moved to open lockers. The first several were empty, but as he opened the fourth he found something far different than another suit... There was a pressure relief valve sticking through a cut out square in the back of the locker. Just as Cal looked at it, the valve blew and the brownish green gas sprayed into his face.

Stumbling back, Cal coughed and sputtered... but the gas had already seeped into his lungs. His fingers clenched as he tried to draw in fresh air, but the air seemed so stale, so dead, so plain... Cal's nostrils twitched before he rushed back to the locker spilling out gas and stuck his head in. He took a deep breath, then another, letting the gas fill his lungs. He knew what he was doing was insane and the thought only excited him. Each breath seemed to inspire his cock to grow harder, tenting in his pants. The gas was hot and moist, little flecks of the brownish green substance sticking to his skin before rolling down like dirty colored condensation.

"Cal, what are you doing?!" River asked, grabbing his friend, pulling him back. Cal's blond hair had already been stained in the short time he'd been engulfed, the blond now appearing to be an ashy gray color. Cal's nose twitched more as brown freckles crossed his face. He looked around frantically before an almost inhuman grin crossed his face. Cal reached out, resting his hands on River's shoulders.

"You have to smell it Riv, it's great... C'mon..." Cal said.

"Cal, you're not thinking clearly, we need to get you away from-" River paused, his eyes going wide in the suit. At first he had thought it was glare, but something was happening to Cal... He was changing. His skin was becoming clammy and gray, his hair was growing longer and his fingers... his fingers were becoming almost knobby. River let Cal go and stepped back, watching as Cal's fingernails pushed out longer, honing into narrow and sharp points as they thickened. Having been released, Cal rushed back to the valve and stuck his head in, drawing more thick lung fulls of the noxious gas. One clawed hand moved to his groin to grope himself.

River backed up more and more, trying to get clear of his mutating friend. He watched in horror as Cal's change accelerated. Cal was so turned on by the foul stench that he seemed to be... drooling. His mouth was producing far too much saliva and it leaked out across his lips, rolling down his skin to drip from his chin. As the drool poured, it careened over tiny soft hairs emerging from his skin. At first they appeared almost silver in the dim electrical lights, but as they grew they became as dull gray as the hair on his head. Cal let out a strange grunt of pleasure, then another... with each grunt, his voice was getting higher pitched before the grunts came out as squeaks. Cal shuddered before his two front teeth jutted downwards, becoming bucked.

River turned, trying to work on the door. He pulled off the wall panel and started working at the wiring inside. He wasn't as experienced as Ellis but he had learned the difference between locks that opened when they were shorted and doors that would be sealed forever. River reached into the panel, starting to working with the wires, trying not to think about Cal. The first rule of surviving a nuclear wasteland was knowing when not to go back for someone... but Cal was content right where he was... very content.

Cal's chest rose and fell with each breath, but each exhalation didn't return his chest to normal. His body was swelling... His ribs were widening, his pecs and abdominals were bulging, even his biceps and triceps were growing. Cal's body was growing at an amazing pace, so much so that his improvised clothing couldn't keep up any more. The fabric began to pull apart at the seams, splitting out. As the fabric was ripped apart across Cal's spine, a vast furry muscled back was being exposed. Cal hunched over as his shoulders widened dramatically before his shirt all but burst from him. The fur swept over his shoulders and across his chest, sweeping down his huge arms, rushing toward his knobby fingers. The gray fur pushing out of his face grew even faster, covering it like a beard for a moment before the fur covered his nose and forehead and filled in the gaps.

Given the high moisture of the gas, the locker had been collecting the brown liquid that was now dripping down the sides, collecting in a puddle inside. Cal stuck his head in and extended an abnormally long tongue, licking at the filth. As the liquid was brought into his mouth, his teeth yellowed and his gums tightened... and then his entire jaw popped and shifted. Bones warped and teeth spread out as Cal's face started to stretch. Even with the discomfort of such a thing, Cal's drool leaked into the filth and he lapped it back up, drawing more of the strange substance into his body.... But he wanted more.

Cal reached in and fished around at the release valve before he suddenly tugged on it, pulling a long portion of tubing out of the wall, spraying the stuff like a hose. Cal stuck the hose into his mouth and took in the gas directly, letting it saturate him. His ears grew rounder, swelling wider. His nose pushed forward, melding down into his upper lip. His human skull mutated into the long narrow muzzle of an animal, making him look almost like a rodent... Cal kept taking the stuff in, but it still wasn't enough. He wanted more, he wanted it all. Cal pulled the hose out of his mouth and looked at it and then at River's suit... It had ports on the back that looked about the same size of the hose... and then Cal realized he wanted to share. An oddly happy grin crossed his rodent face as he advanced toward his friend.

River bit his lip in concentration, focusing on the lock. He'd managed to get the first three tumblers unlocked but there were three more to go and it was hard in a suit. River reached to start moving the next before he was slammed into the wall, Cal knocking into him from behind. There was a sudden hiss and then a rush of pressure, though whatever was penetrating his suit was condensing itself, cooling into a liquid that ran down into his suit. River could feel the liquid gathering in the boots of his suit, then around his ankles... then his knees. River let out a grunt of dismay and forced himself back, trying to knock Cal off. Cal clung on, his claws trying to dig into the suit, but they did not succeed. River felt like he was wading in mud, the liquid rising all the way up to his waist, starting to advance up toward his belly button.

The two suddenly changed direction, Cal's elbow slamming into the lock mechanism. Sparks shot out and the door lurched open. River reached behind himself and pulled the hose out before he shoved Cal away and dove for the door, squeezing through the gap. He nearly fell over but managed to stay upright, running for his life. Cal, meanwhile, had landed roughly on the metal grating in the locker room, still holding the hose. Cal tried to get up, but a pain was ripping through his spine... The base of it was pulsing more than the rest, and with little warning the tailbone started to extend. Beneath the skin new bones were forming, interlocked like vertebrae and held together by strong cords of muscle. The skin stretched but remained tough, hardening quite a bit as it extended... but every few inches, deep lines formed around the tail to give the pink flesh a ribbed texture.

The mutant slowly rose to his feet, looking down as his shoes started to pry themselves apart. The leather and rubber split as large, clawed feet began pushing out. Cal wiggled his new rat toes before he started looking through the rest of the lockers. After a few more failed attempts, he found another hazmat suit. Even in his addled state, Cal quite carefully slid the hose into the port in the back of the suit and then unzipped it, starting to pull it on as it filled with the mutagenic compound. His furry gray feet plunged into liquid filled booties. Cal pulled the rubber tight over his broad back and huge chest, zipping himself up slowly. His long rat muzzle fit so snuggly into the gas mask, as if it had been made for him. After some wriggling and adjusting, Cal realized there were even flaps for his new ears.

His tail swished around inside of the rubber suit before the tip found another one of the water tight ports and began pushing through. The thick corded rat tail emerged from the yellow rubber suit, swishing around behind the behemoth. Cal sealed up the suit tight and turned the mask on, though instead of air, the suit was filling itself with noxious brown gas. Cal breathed it in deeply, quite content in how comfortable his suit was before he turned, heading the way River had come. He had to be sure to help his friend learn how the suit operated. Cal carefully squeezed through the gap in the door, moving back into the dam.

****

A strong circle of light swept across the metal grated floors and thick pipes running every direction. The air was full of the hum of electricity as durable generators spun ceaselessly to produce electricity few tapped into. Ellis had been hearing clicking and tapping for some time, but his flashlight never showed anyone else in the dark. He knew it was likely just him hearing the age of the dam. Parts that old were bound to rattle, but some small part of him still feared that he was being pursued, that monsters lived in the dark. As Ellie rounded a corner and slammed into a massive yellow form, he didn't even have time to realize that his fear was well founded before he had been clocked upside the head with something hard.

Ellis clattered to the floor, his flashlight skidding across the grating. Large gloved hands grabbed the young man and he was effortlessly lifted up, tossed over a shoulder as wide as a shelf. The human dangled like a rag doll as he was carried, trying to put up a fight and failing. They moved through hallway after hallway. It was like some sort of maze. Ellis' radiation badge rose and fell as they moved along before they came to what seemed almost like a communal rest area... There was even a fifty year old coffee machine sitting toppled on a counter. Ellis was dropped unceremoniously onto the floor before there was the whir of a spool of cable being spun.

The suited figure moved around Ellis time and time again, using the cable to tie up the human's hands and wrists, making it impossible for him to move. Once the binds were double checked, Ellis was again hoisted up and carried toward green doors. Ellis struggled a bit more now, his composure returning as soon as he had been fully restrained. His feet were knocked into the door and the sound suddenly became louder, bouncing off of white tiles.

"Put me down, right this instant, you-" Ellis grunted as he was dropped into a heap against the wall. Before him stood a bank of bathroom stalls without doors, the green walls looking almost unused. The suited figure moved back to the door and leaned out. A loud noise echoed into the dark labyrinth of pipes outside, distorted from the thick gas mask. Ellis still felt woozy from what was most likely a concussion but he tried pulling against his bonds frantically while the figure was turned away, at least until a new figure appeared in the doorway. Then Ellis froze, his eyes going wide.

He had seen many things in the wasteland, both humans disfigured from radiation and creatures that had grown abnormally. There had been rumors of monsters and abominations, but never before had Ellis seen one... let alone one as large as the creature in the doorway. Ellis' eyes started at the clawed paws resting on the metal grating, the furry black fur around the ankles, the thick muscled legs and the round stomach, the corded gray tail hanging behind the creature, the broad shoulders, the narrow muzzle and beady black eyes, round ears and a distinctive nose. Ellis had seen rats before but never rats that were taller than him, not seven foot tall rats.

The rat wandered across the bathroom as if it was a man and moved into the stall. He turned around, his tail hiking up as he sat down. Ellis tried to look away as he realized what the rat was doing. The creature bore down and felt the comfortable movement of waste through his intestines. Quite a mass had built up since their last bathroom had broken down, but there were plenty of unused ones left in the dam. The rat looked around at the rest of the stall and the bathroom, realizing how much cleaner it was than their usual collection spot, but he knew that would soon change.

Ellis heard the rat stand up and the odor escaped from the toilet, methane and sulfur wafting into the air along with the unique rancid scent that each creature on the planet tended to have. Ellis' nose wrinkled up as he tried not to smell it. The rat waddled out of the stall and moved back to the door just as another rat entered. The second rat had light gray fur, almost the color of ash. Ellis watched as the two rats exchanged a high five and the gray rat moved in to sit down, his muscles quivering as he released his load as well. Ellis felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, both because of the stench of the room and because he really had no idea why he was being made to watch, but it couldn't be good...

****

The doors to another set of quarters squeaked open as Sho moved in, flicking on the light to chase away the darkness within. It had taken the black haired boy several minutes to get used to the fact that all of the machines in this place worked. It was almost like some sort of fairy tale... Working lights, working plumbing. If Sho didn't know the radiation levels were much higher, he would have wanted to move in at once... But it was still a great place to stock up. His bag rattled with spoons and knives and forks and bobble heads and magazines, all sorts of things that had been dwindling in the survivor camps for years. Sho scooped up a comb and a pocket knife from a night stand before heading out of the room and down the hall. For once it seemed as though he had been given the easiest assignment, he was making an insanely good haul.

Advancing down the hallway, Sho realized that the doors were changing. He was moving out of the barracks and into community areas. He spotted a dusty sign by a set of double doors labeled commissary. He reached and opened the door, moving in. The room was expansive, filled with row after row of tables. Sho was about to plug his nose when he realized there was still food on the table. He knew it had to be spoiled... but then he realized that the food would have still decayed centuries ago... Sho took a second glance and his jaw dropped. The food wasn't spoiled, it was fresh... In fact the entire room seemed to be in fairly good condition. There was little dust and table clothes rested on the long tables... but most of all, there was fresh food.

Sho wandered along, starting to salivate. There were cakes and breads and pastries and grain and cheese... In fact there was more cheese than anything. At the end of the tables were huge platters covered with thick wheels of white cheese, moist and airy. The scent was rather foul, but Sho had read in magazines how all the best cheeses had terrible smells. He had never understood why, but he had always imagined that he was the rich prince of some country state and could while away every day trying fancy cheeses and wine rather than the moonshine the survivors produced. Sho moved along the tables, breaking off pieces of cake and Danish, popping them into his mouth, muttering in delight as they melted on his tongue. There were dirty dishes everywhere, many containing remnants of other kinds of foods... Scraps of meat, potatoes, gravy.

Sho stopped at once plate to scoop up finger fulls of the remnants, stuffing them into his mouth, sucking them clean. A brown drop of gravy rolled down his chin... but all the while Sho was advancing toward the platters of cheese at the end of the table. Reaching the far end of the room, Sho turned around to face the cheese wheel at the end of the table. There were clumps that had been ripped out already; surely no one would miss if he nibbled a little. Sho glanced at the doors, his heart racing a bit. It was obvious that someone hadn't cared about the radiation and moved in, but he was so hungry. Daring thoughts started to fill Sho's mind. If he could prove he was valuable enough, maybe they would let him stay... but he was so hungry... The bits of food he had eaten landed in his empty stomach and kicked his appetite into full gear. Sho groaned as his stomach rumbled. He needed to eat.

Sho's hand nearly shook as he reached forward, digging his fingers into the white substance. It was softer than he had expected, sort of gummy and moist. He drew up a small chunk and put it into his mouth, his eyes snapping shut. At first there was a flavor of sweetness, but soon that faded and the after taste was far stronger than the initial taste... It was a strange bitter-sweet dusty, chalky, faintly meaty flavor. Sho swallowed the cheese down and licked his teeth, but the flavor wouldn't go away. As it settled into his stomach, it rumbled for even more... Sho's lips twitched and he moaned, his eyes dilating as the saliva started to build up more and more in his mouth before drops leaked from the corners of his mouth.

With growing hunger, Sho tore into the cheese wheel to pull out a second hunk with one hand and then a third with the other. Sho stuffed the cheese into his mouth, his teeth coming down through the substance, releasing the potent aftertaste that clung to his mouth even more than the first. He gulped it down and slurped on his fingers before stuffing the other clump into his mouth so greedily that it smeared across his lips, clinging to the invisible hairs on his upper lip, hairs that were soon darkening. Sho gulped that cheese down even more than the first, grunting in mad bliss as his entire body started feeling more alive than before. Sho couldn't hold back. He braced both hands onto the edge of the table top and leaned in, pushing his face into the cheese wheel, taking in mouth fulls at a time as the white stuff smeared all over his cheeks and chin. The hair on his upper lip darkened several more shades before it pushed out, soft and black, curving over his upper lip.

As Sho ate eagerly, his body was responding less and less to his thoughts... Or more accurately, he was having fewer thoughts other than eating. His muscles tensed, his biceps and triceps swelling in his shirt until his cuffs were tight. The base of his shirt rode up to reveal a muscled abdomen and his pants were tenting more and more by the second. Blood rushed into his shaft, making it achingly hard. It felt as though he had grown as erect as he could, but it was still growing... Sho's shaft stretched longer, swelling longer and thicker at the same time. Sho tilted his head, gnawing off another hunk of cheese, gulping it down, dripping saliva all over the place... but then he heard a distant noise... A door. Fear ran through his heart.

Realizing someone was coming, Sho didn't want to be discovered. He tore off a huge hunk of cheese and dropped to his knees, crawling under the table. The table cloth slithered over his back as he hid underneath, though the cloth didn't go all the way down. If anyone thought to check for him under the table, it wouldn't be a good hiding spot. Even as Sho hid, he was forcing bits of cheese into his mouth, one hand drifting to lewdly grope the growing bulge in his pants. He had to be nine inches long already, but his only interests were the cheese and not getting caught. Just as Sho anticipated, the door to the commissary opened... but he couldn't have predicted that furry paws would enter.

ho watched in great surprise as the paws advanced, a pink tail swinging behind it... and plump, furry balls dangled in front of the creature's groin. Sho watched wide eyed, knowing that the rat creature was stopping for a bit of bread before advancing to the end of the table. Sho sat as still as he could, his stomach still rumbling softly. He waited for the rat to help himself to the delicious cheese, but that wasn't what happened at all. Instead, the rat pulled over a chair and sat down, bringing everything up to the creature's stomach into view. Sho watched as the rat wrapped his fingers around his tool and whipped it up in front of him. His phallus was dark, long and thick, sticking out of a fuzzy gray sheath. Slightly yellowed pre leaked out of the tip and dropped onto the floor.

Sho grinned a bit, his mind fuzzy with the cravings for sex and food. He slowly unzipped his own pants and drew out his own member, meager by comparison. Sho was expecting to masturbate at the same time as the furry creature, but the rat started doing something unexpected... He started to reach into his fuzzy sheath. Sho watched as the rat dug around inside his pouch before he pulled fingers out covered in a white slime, the built up smegma... and the rat reached up and smeared it onto the cheese wheel, leaving it to dry out a bit... He dipped his fingers in again and did the same thing. Sho's eyes widened in shock as he realized what he had been eating.

The black haired youth looked from the rat penis to his own before he gently pulled his foreskin back. Hugging the flesh beneath the mushroom shaped head of his cock was a thin white layer of smegma, of head cheese... It was a rather common problem that came with being unable to follow proper hygiene, but it had never occurred to Sho that it was something that could be consumed, or that it would be so delicious. Taking another glance at the lower half of the rat before him, he reached one finger down and ran it around his cock, collecting his own head cheese. He lifted the finger to his mouth and plopped it in, sucking away. The familiar flavor was still there, but it was far from as tasty as the rat's cheese. In fact, it was shockingly disappointing... But a grin crossed Sho's lips as he realized how he could fix that.

Sho lifted back up his purloined cheese in one hand and held his cock in the other... and then he combined the two. Sho began massaging the soft white rat cheese over his cock, working it all over his shaft and under the rim of his head... He worked the smegma into the flesh, massaging and pressing it, coating himself liberally with it... and it felt fantastic. Sho's breathing grew harder and harder as he worked his cock, feeling better than ever before... And the massage seemed to have other benefits. Under his careful ministrations, his cock was swelling and thickening... Sho drooled eagerly, stuffing the rest of the cheese into his mouth, gulping it down.

Under his fingers, his cock started to darken. The pink faded to a brighter red, then purple as more blood rushed into it, but the purple started to lose saturation, becoming grayer and grayer until it was as dark as the cement in the walls... but still it pulsated and throbbed, begging to be touched. Sho wrapped his fingers tighter around his shaft and jerked it up and down, thrusting into his hands, grunting in wild passion. He hadn't even realized the other rat was still in the room. The table cloth was lifted up and clawed paws reached under, dragging Sho out into the light. Sho tried to stop jerking off, but his instincts only became harder. He grabbed his cock with his second hand, fapping furiously even as he was lifted. The rat set Sho down into the chair and smiled with his long muzzle before he picked up another piece of the fresh head cheese and brought it to the boy's lips.

Sho opened wide, letting the white cream be slid in. He gulped it down before letting out a squeak of delight as his cock ushered forth a rush of cum. It sprayed out of his shaft as a pearly white liquid for only a moment until the cum seemed to thicken, turning yellow and running down the sides of his cock much more like a faucet. His balls ached and throbbed before they swelled, pushing the fly of his pants open much wider before they popped out, already the size of small oranges. The large rat creature smiled in delight, coiling his tail around Sho's leg. One hand moved to start massaging Sho's growing balls, the other stuffing more head cheese into his mouth. Sho obediently gulped the stuff down, shuddering as soft black hairs pushed out across his balls before the flesh around the base of his shaft started to swell. The flesh advanced up his thick length, black fur emerging on the outside to form a black sheath.

The rat took a break from feeding Sho to grab his own cock and start fapping it. Sho watched in wonder, unable to resist his own tool even as it swelled to twelve inches long. He had been surprised the rat had been able to hold off that long with such a magnificent body. The rat grunted and squeaked in pleasure before his thick gray cock unleashed steaming hot yellowed cum across Sho's shirt. The stuff almost sizzled on the synthetic fibers but as some of the cream got down to the flesh, Sho squirmed happily. Thick, soft black hairs began pushing out of his chest, making him look a lot manlier, but it didn't just stop with chest fur. The fur started spreading outwards, moving beneath his clothing to cover his chest and stomach and shoulders.

Inside and out, Sho had been exposed to the mutagen in countless ways. The dark hair on his arms and legs had grown incredibly soft and more hairs were coming in by the second. Around his cock, Sho's fingers grew knobbier, the fingernails turning black as they sank into his fingers and emerged from the end, curving down into true claws. Sho kept wanking as hard as he could, but his eyes never left his rat benefactor. Sho watched as the Rat moved, changing positions to get closer. Sho was confused at first before he realized what the Rat was doing... and watched the monster's thick gray drooling cock move toward him. Sho opened his lips wide and took it in, starting to suck furiously. Almost at once he was regarded with at hick splash of yellowed cum as a reward, as if he was drinking milk right from a teat.

Sho continued to gulp the cum down, his change accelerating. The last of the human flesh on his arms and legs disappeared beneath black fur, the same black fur poking out from every gap in his shirt. His Neck thickened, his shoulders widened. His shoes groaned before claws poked out of the front. Soon after the rest were pried apart as truly rat paws extended, the shoes coming apart. Sho's pants were next to follow. Even with the fly open, his legs and ass had gotten too big to contain. The cloth shredded, furry black tree trunk like legs bursting forth. Sho's furry black ass quivered as the cheeks parted and his tailbone started to push out like sausage from a sausage maker, filled with everything to make a true tail. The flesh was dark gray, rings forming in the tail as it flipped about.

Even as Sho gulped and gulped, he couldn't stop working his own cock. Rivers of yellow cum ran down his shaft and over his furry black orange sized balls before dripping to the floor, though a lot was collecting in his sheath to become more smegma for later. For years Sho had been as thin as a rail, unassuming and mild. In a few short minutes he had stretched to six foot two with shoulders as wide as too men, and still he was growing... but as much as he was growing, he was drinking more than his body could keep up with. The cum was landing in a stomach filled with an incredible amount of head cheese. There simply wasn't enough room for it all, and as such his stomach started to stretch and swell. The last scraps of Sho's clothing started to give away as the muscled across his abdomen disappeared beneath a layer of fat and the flesh started to round.

With every inch Sho's gut swelled, the amount of fur on his body increased dramatically. His bush had grown soft and stretched up to his belly button and the fur on his chest had crept down. His stomach passed the size of a bag of flour, reaching the size of watermelon as the black fur covered it completely. The rat feeding Sho let out a grunt of pleasure, his clawed hand leaving the new rat's balls to stroke the immense, rounded furry belly. Sho came even harder as his stomach was touched. He felt so amazing like that... and still he guzzled the cum down, letting the change take more root. Sho had enjoyed his manly mustache for a few minutes, but black furs spread out all across his cheeks and chin to make it look as though he had a soft black beard. The look only lasted a moment before the fur started spreading over the rest of his face.

The last of Sho's human flesh disappeared as the black fur covered his forehead and nose, leaving a very fat, very large, furry hybrid... at least for the moment. Sho grunted in surprise as he felt his jaw dislocate. Taking advantage of the situation, the gray rat stuffed his cock in all the way to Sho's lips. Sho gagged for a moment as the cock slid down his throat but then he relaxed and guzzled down more cum, his chest swelling outward with fat. Sho's face continued to creak and groan as his face pushed forward, inch by inch into a narrowing muzzle. His cheeks stretched, his tongue lengthened. Soon the rat had more room to work with. He pulled back and thrusted forward, finding Sho's longer face a delight to pleasure himself in.

The two worked their cocks more and more before both rats shuddered in the height of ecstasy, sharing full waves of pleasure before Sho gulped down a gallon of tainted sperm while his own shot out over the dinner table in thick jets, splattering across the cakes and breads, landing in bowls and across plates. Sho's tail curled into a complex shape, expressing just how overwhelming his true orgasm was... and even as his cum ebbed to a stop, Sho realized that he was already ready for seconds...

****

The condition of the staff bathroom had deteriorated at an astonishing pace, all while Ellis had been forced to watch. He had lost count of how many rat people had used the toilets... Most were furry, some were dressed in hazmat suits. They had filled up all four toilets and the shit had run onto the floor. Even the white and green tile in the bathroom had seemed to fade to an off-yellow and brown, just from exposure to the foul gasses. Ellis had weeped some from just how horrific the smells were, but it really was astonishing what the human nose could get used to. No doubt if he had gone from fresh air to where the gasses were currently, he would have died... His only comfort had been when one of the rats had turned on a strange ventilation valve, sucking up some of the brownish green gas from the room to make room for more...

Ellis had become rather desensitized to the coming and going of the rats, but his wandering thoughts were disrupted as he realized the pattern was being interrupted. The very first hazrat that had captured him had moved back into the bathroom... He moved from stall to stall, observing just how much shit had accumulated before he reached for the zipper and clasps around his waist. He unclipped them and unzipped them before acrid yellow liquid rushed out from the seams, washing over the floor. A soggy wet furry rat ass came into view, the tail lifting up to reveal a thick brown pucker.

"Please, let me go... I won't tell anyone what I saw..." Ellis begged, but the rat foreman started backing up. Ellis squirmed more and more, but his binds were too tight. He couldn't move. He tried to turn his head away but wet, hot furry ass cheeks slid around his head until he was trapped. Even the rat's tail came down across the top of his head, pushing him in more, wedging him. The pressure of the ass cheeks was so great that it forced his head forward, his nose and lips being pressed to the tight ring. Ellis tried to deny every part of his senses... No sight, no smell, no taste. He tried to ignore them all, but it was impossible. His lips were pressed to a ring of muscle, his head encased in pissy rat fur... The scents and flavors were all starting to seep in.

Since trying to avoid the situation wasn't working, Ellis changed strategy. He started trying to figure out what the rats wanted... and if he played along, maybe he would have a chance. Swallowing a bit of his pride and some terrible flavors, Ellis parted his lips and forced his tongue into the ring of flesh before him. The rat squirmed in delight, starting to gyrate his hips. Ellis shuddered in disgust but worked his tongue in and out, trying to pleasure the rat. Every thrust of his tongue got deeper until Ellis was working the rat really good. He could feel that the rat was starting to move even more, suggesting that he was masturbating... and the piss soaked rat fur actually had worked to his advantage. His bonds were starting to loosen... Ellis moved more and more, waiting until the rat added a second hand... and then he used all of his strength to push up. In a startled shriek, the rat toppled forward and Ellis ran for the door, his binds slinking off around him as he moved. His hair was soaked, his face was grimy, but he was bound for freedom. He made it as far as the door before four paws linked around his abdomen.

"No, let me go you freaks, let me go!" Ellis screamed, struggling wildly. He kicked and flopped his body, trying to make it as difficult to carry as possible. They dragged him kicking and screaming to the last stall, pushing him in. Ellis came down roughly on his knees before his head was grabbed from behind and pushed forward. Ellis went face first into the toilet bowl, his entire head being dunked into the hot, wet shit. The stuff spread across his skin like a pudding, soaking into his hair. It rushed up his nose and down the back of his throat, burning... but as the flavor invaded, it was already starting to change him. Ellis' ears grew rounder, whiskers pushed out of his cheeks, his teeth grew bucked... and his taste buds changed.

Ellis fought for every single motions, every thought... He wasn't fighting those holding him down anymore, he was fighting himself. He could feel the monster growing inside of him, wanting to be free, wanting to be one of them. He could feel his fingers changing, growing claws... He could even feel something moving in his pants, pushing the waistband down before a bright pink tail began to emerge above his ass, his own pucker emerging. Feeling all of that, Ellis felt he could still have a life if he got away. All he had to do was to remain strong, to fight it, to avoid tasting it... but... he wondered just what it would taste like. Maybe it wasn't all that bad. No, he couldn't. Ellis resolved not to taste it by any cost, to resist... but as the nutty, foul flavor spread into his mouth, Ellis realized that he had failed. Without even thinking to, his lips had parted and his tongue had pushed into the pile.

Ellis tried to pull the tongue back, but it brought the scat with it as it did... and it felt so good in his mouth, like edible silk or mud... So rich, so true, so strong. Ellis swished it around his mouth before he gulped it down and then he opened wide. Ellis hands shot up to grab onto the toilet bowl as he used his tongue to shovel the stuff into his mouth. Gulp after gulp, nothing was going to stop him. The rats moved in, one crouching down to lift up Ellis' tail and start licking at his virgin pucker, another reaching in to unbutton the boy's pants and heft out his cock as it changed color and shape. Ellis didn't care, he was only focused on his meal.

With every bite, brown smeared more and more across the former human's head. His shit soaked hair was shaggier and thicker, but as he came up for the briefest moment of air, the shit was dripping off of fur that had pushed out from his face. Ellis gulped the shit down, groaning as he felt his shoulders widen inches at a time, his arms bulking up, his pectorals filling with muscle beneath a coating of brown fur. Ellis stuck his head back into the toilet, hearing the familiar splatter of piss echoing off tile... First one stream, then two, then several. It seemed the gathered rats were ushering in a new era for the bathroom.

Ellis kept eating the scat, his body changing more with every gulp. Thick brown fur pushed out across his arms and legs, across his back and chest and stomach. His pants split, his shirt tore. Even his neck had gotten muscled and furry. It was harder to tell where the shit had stained as Ellis entire body was covered in brown fur the exact same shade... But it was clear as his dark pink cock emerged that he was lost to the cause, that he had become one of the rats. His tail coiled around the arm of the rat rimming him as Ellis managed to bump his nose into the base of the toilet bowl. He spread his mouth wide, licking along the stained porcelain, drawing up as much of the shit as he could. All of the toilet water had long since been displaced.

Ellis kept eating, cleaning up the toilet so there would be room for more... and then Ellis realized his true purpose, as a disposal for the rat colony... so they wouldn't have to abandon the new collection area so early... A grin crossed Ellis' face as he realized how important he was, he was vital to the cause... and he was going to do the best he could. He gulped and slobbered and locked, cheeks caked with shit... cheeks that were growing. Ellis' face extended, stretching as his teeth filled in with even more. His rat tongue slathered around until he'd cleaned the last of the toilet bowl. He moved to sit up but realized his furry shoulders were wedged in the stall. Ellis turned just a bit and rose up, realizing he was about as wide as Sho had been tall... and it delighted him. He licked his long rat muzzle, his beady eyes looking around.

"More..." He muttered with a deep voice, his cock sputtering forth dark yellow cum as he dreamed of all the shit he would be able to consume. Ellis stumbled up onto his paws, knocking over the other two rats that had been with him as he rushed into the next stall. Dropping onto his furry knees, he grabbed two fist fulls of shit, stuffing one into his face while he started smearing the other over his pink rat cock, drooling with glee.

****

Dozens and dozens of footsteps echoed through the facility, bouncing off the walls and the pipes as River moved along, trying not to get caught. He had escaped Cal only to realize that the entire dam was crawling with the monsters... Furry rats, rats in hazmat suits... Dozens, maybe hundreds... They were everywhere... River was glad they were making as much noise as him, it was easier to blend in... He'd even gotten by a few of them just by appearing to be working, but he didn't have a tail like them even if he had the suit, but the suit was starting to prove to be more of a hindrance. Whatever Cal had put into his suit wasn't sitting right with him... and the stuff had been rubbing on his package so much that he felt as hard as a stone. He had to ditch the suit. River started looking around, trying to figure out the best place to do it, noticing a door that had been hastily painted yellow years ago.

Looking both ways, River made it over to the door. He jimmied the door knob and eased it open, moving in before shutting the door behind him. Turning around, he soon realized there wasn't much to the room. It housed a large collection pool of amber liquid a story below with only a catwalk hugging the two walls closest to the door. Still, it was private enough... River reached up and started to unzip his suit. He opened it up and pulled off his helmet slowly, realizing that the air smelled rife with ammonia. Still, he had to check himself out. As he pulled the suit off more, he realized that his goatee was longer, a lot longer... It came down almost all the way to his collar bone, a long soft tuft... and his cheeks were fuzzier too, a short beard had grown. River turned, looking at his reflection in the sheen of the metal on the wall. Seeing himself that manly, he shuddered, feeling an orgasm sweep over him... but his cum was lost into the liquid that filled his suit up to his belly button.

River reached down and worked at the zipper around his waist. Brownish green liquid poured out as if a dam had been released, splashing across the metal grating before landing in the retaining pool below. River kept unzipping, working the suit down more and more. Every time he zipped down, more would rush out and coat his hands. River watched as his fingernails turned dark, thickening, growing into points. He murmured, realizing why Cal had changed so fast... Still, he had to resist it. River reached the bottom of his footies and stepped out of the suit, but rather than soaked shoes... Large, furry clawed paws emerged. His shoes had dissolved, leaving no trace. Incredibly thick, muscled brown furry legs emerged, then knees... then thighs...

With delicate hands, River reached in to withdraw his member. He brushed furry cantaloupe sized balls and a thick fuzzy sheath, drawing out fifteen inches of thick pink flat tipped rat cock... While River had tried his best to resist the corrupting urge of the mutagen, just staring at his huge cock, he felt like more of a man than he ever had before. That was his tool, his maleness... River grinned wide before he shook his head, remind himself of the task at hand. He peeled the rest of the suit off, revealing that the fur went all the way up to his belly button but his upper body was largely unchanged... He was half rat, half man...

River stood on the catwalk, looking at his naked body for what seemed like ages... but his eyes kept going back to his cock. He knew if he stayed as hard as he was, he wouldn't get very far. Glancing back at the door, River soon grabbed his cock with both clawed hands. His back arched and he backed into the wall, feeling fantastic. He squeezed his rat cock and started to thrust his hands up and down, picking up speed. It was so huge but so sensitive. River's hips thrusted, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. It was bliss. He started imagining being back at the camp, showing off to his friends... How envious they would be, how they'd all want to suck his cock... especially Sho.

"Oh god, what's wrong with me?" River muttered, and as he did... he came. Thick ropes of hot rat sperm splattered across his chest, and from beneath the yellowed slime came a thick patch of brown fur. River groaned, realizing that he had further contaminated himself. He tried to wipe it off but only spread the slime around... and the salty, musky scent was calling out to him. River closed his eyes, wiping it on the guard rail by the pool, forcing himself to resist. He knew he had to... He also knew he had to figure out what the sound was that had started coming from above him.

Dozens and dozens of small pipes emptied into the ceiling of the room, sticking out just a bit. The sound had come from one of the larger ones, the sound of gurgling and rushing liquid. River gazed upwards just as the pipe unleashed a massive torrent of amber liquid, raining down in a heavy stream that saturated the catwalk and everything on it, including River. The golden shower soaked into his hair and washed over his body, the heat seeping into his body. All the hairs sticking out of his skin turned dark brown and grew longer, new ones pushing out of the smooth skin at almost the same rate.

River shrieked in surprise before he came again, the yellow cum splattering all over the catwalk before falling into the pool below. The piss rushed over River and he watched as his skin disappeared beneath brown fur. His jaw popped and he could see his face extending into a muzzle. The changes had all been largely external, changing him into a rat from the outside in. He'd been basted and marinated in rat juices, he'd been showered in them, he'd cum on himself. His ass ached suddenly, feeling as if his was pooping out part of his spine, but as the sensation went away, his brain signaled that he had a new extension, a tail. The golden shower dribbled to an end, the last of the stream washing over River before falling into the pool below. River turned to face his reflection, looking at a rat monster instead.

"Round ears, long muzzle, whiskers..." River whispered before laughing to himself of the irony. Cal's mind had been taken before his body, but River still thought like a man... But there was no where to go like this. He couldn't go home. With as many of the rat monsters as were out there, he doubted that his friends had survived unchanged... and really, his life was with his friends... River looked down at his cock, surmising that he was a carrier for the very same mutagen that had changed them all... and River decided to give in... to join the others.

Hoisting his large rat cock up, River gazed down at the urethra before he relaxed his bladder. He felt the rush of the hot urine moving through his shaft before the stream erupted from his cock, arching in a golden arch. River opened his mouth and the piss splattered over his tongue. The acrid flavor seeped into his brain and his eyes went wide and crazed, the flavor searing into his mind. He started gulping down the piss greedily, wanting every drop. River swallowed every drop he had to offer, the last splashing into his long goatee... River squeezed his phallus for the last of it but was disappointed when it was gone. He mournfully watched the last golden drop fall from his cock, landing on the catwalk before falling to the pool below... the pool of yellow.

"Perfect..." River grunted, licking his muzzled lips before he moved over to the edge and gazed down. The scent was so potent... It was piss, all of it... So much collected piss. River climbed up onto the guard rail, spread his arms wide and then leaned forward. He flipped over the edge, falling end over end before he plunged into the pool. Underneath the surface of the piss tank, he opened his lips wide and took in a gulp, then another, and another. He bobbed back to the surface and started paddling around, receiving his baptism as a dirty rat mutant.

****

The doors to the commissary squeaked and groaned as they were opened once more. A yellow hazrat entered, his boots squelching on the floor. Dark beady eyes peered out of the dark lenses to see the tables loaded down with food... eyes that had been human only a day earlier. Cal reached up and pulled his helmet off of his furry gray head, his nose twitching as he looked around. He sniffed the air, smelling a familiar scent before he looked at the fat black rat covered in food debris, his cock head propped up against the table, spurting yellow cum into a bowl.

"Sho?" Cal asked.

"Grab a chair and dig in! Don't miss your welcome dinner." Sho said, stuffing a big heaping fist full of brown slop into his mouth, sucking his fingers clean.

"Welcome dinner?" Cal muttered.

"They saw us come in and got everything ready for us. They love adding new members to their colony." Sho said, stuffing a piece of cake in next before he lifted the bowl of yellow cum to his lips, stuffed his muzzle into the slop and started slurping that up. Cal licked his rat lips and drooled at the sight before he sat down and started to pick up pieces of food. The door lurched again. Both rats looked up as a hulking behemoth of a brown rat entered. He had to be almost seven and a half feet tall and six wide, ripped with muscle and smelling to high heaven of shit. The brown even dripped from his cock, as if he'd been fucking a pile of shit.

"Hey guys." Ellis muttered with a grin. Sho grinned.

"Ellis, glad you could join us! Want a bite?" Sho asked. Ellis shook his head.

"I just came for the welcome party. I'm stuffed... And I'm going to be stuffed some more later." Ellis said, patting his stomach.

"Your loss, it's all so good... I could just keep eating." Sho said, popping a muffin into his mouth as if to prove his point. Ellis sat down next to Cal and the bench groaned under their combined weight. Cal sniffed the air, his eyes going wide before he turned and stuffed his muzzle into Ellis' arm pit. Ellis lifted his arm to let Cal get in deep before the arm came down, clamping Cal into place. Cal opened his muzzle in the pit and started slurping, content to be left there as the little stench slut he was.

"Where's River?" Ellis asked, looking around.

"Turns out he's become quite the sewer rat. My new friends saw him swimming through one of the hydro tunnels on level seven... He should be here before too long. Maybe he's bringing the drinks." Sho chuckled.

"You little go getter... Who would have thought you'd be such a socialite." Ellis laughed, reaching to stroke Cal's cock.

"I guess I was always as quiet as a mouse before, but now I'm the big cheese." Sho grinned wide. Ellis groaned at the pun. The door opened and a dripping brown rat swaggered in, grinning wide. He reached up to stroke his long soaked goatee as he took in the other rats, considering for a moment.

"Ellis... Sho... and Cal..." he murmured before grinning, "Guys! This place is great!" River said, moving over. He sat down on the other side of the table, reaching to grab a few pieces of cake before he spotted the bowl by Sho's cock that had refilled with cum. He snatched it up and tipped it back, gulping it down before he licked his lips. "Sho, you're delicious!" River beamed.

"Come back to my place after dinner, I'll show you just how tasty I am." Sho murmured. Ellis grinned from where he sat.

"Would you look at us guys? We came here looking for a way to make our future better... and we found it. We've got quite a rat's nest to settle into." Ellis beamed. The others found glasses of various liquids to rise, the clinking of the toast filling the room with a foul sort of cheer that was rather infectious... to say the least.