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I swallowed the black-and-white tablet and shuddered as a thrill of lust danced through me in a heartbeat. Was it me, or did the drug work quicker than usual? I stared up at the bathroom ceiling, as Zeke kissed down my bare stomach and worked his way lower.

Zeke had opted for the bathroom over the bedroom. All that cold, hard surface seemed to do something for Zeke's desire, more than silken sheets and comfortable pillows ever could.

We were both naked, save for the tight, black boxers that saved Zeke's modesties.

I felt the fur slip my skin, the lengthening of muscles and the straining of bones as the SD yanked me free from my human self and tore the furred one to the surface. I bulked with muscle and groaned as my body shifted underneath Zeke's tall, slender human form.

I soon slumped back against the cool tiles, panting, my tongue lolled from my muzzle, as I gazed down at the wererat between my legs.

He'd taken SD too. Why hadn't he changed form too?

As if he read my mind, he said, "I've been taking SD for almost six years now. I'm in more control than I used to be." He grinned up at me as he said it.

A growl escaped me as he found me throbbing between my legs. He exhaled, his breath danced over my erection and made me shudder with excitement and need.

"I hate being a wererat, you know?" he said. He ran his hand over my length and stroked me in his palm. "I can't do oral sex as good with my rodent muzzle. Never could get the hang of it. Besides human mouths are designed so much better for pleasuring down here."

He leaned closer to me and licked one long wet line from the base of my shaft to the tip of my blood red organ. I shuddered a moan of pleasure as my clawed hands strained against the tiled floor. I looked down at him with pale blue eyes, need and desire flooded me, made me tremble underneath the wererat.

My heart pounded, thudded inside me. Zeke suckled the tip of me with his mouth. He sucked harder and harder as I arched my back and cried out. He sank his mouth lower and lower around me, his human tongue carressing my length as I quivered underneath him.

Deep inside me, the wolf that resided there, moving sluggish because of the SD drug seemed aggitated and anxious. Something was wrong. Something was making the wolf nervous, and in turn that made me nervous. Pleasure passed over that anxiousness and cooled the fires of caution, replaced with more need and lust.

"Please, don't stop please," I whimpered.

A growl spilled from Zeke's human mouth that wobbled up and down me as I sank into his mouth. He let me spill free as he gave my length an all-too-painful squeeze, so much so it dampened the SD for a second, before it flared and enveloped me in need once more.

"Do NOT tell me what to do, mutt!" Zeke snarled at me.

I lay back and nodded feverishly as Zeke loomed over me and grinned.

He asked, "Who's the master here?"

"You are."

"One more time?"

"You are, sir," I panted.

"Good. Now prove it," he said as he slowly stood up and stood over me. He peeled his underwear down, his erection sprang free and throbbed, as I sat upright and gazed at the wererat, still human, but still so dominant. He stepped in between my spread legs and gripped me by the headfur. He grinned maliciously as he slipped his manhood into my muzzle.

I looked up and watched as black fur slipped his pale skin, the black was streaked with grey. His bones popped and reformed before me, the muscles expanded, twitched and elongated. His member, still in my muzzle, too, grew longer and thicker.

A deep, bass growl spilled from his long, narrow muzzle, his whiskers twitched. He stared down at me with small, beady black eyes, burning with a dangerous lust all their own. His small ears twitched as the newly enlarged muscles on his body twitched. He had the stomach, torso, chest, legs and arms of a man, blanketed in fur, everything else was one-hundred-percent rodent in that moment. His thick, leathery tail coiled on the floor behind him as he loomed over me, taller still than his human form.

He was the tallest wereanimal I'd ever encountered. It was intimidating, something I think Zeke liked.

He gripped me by the ears, which earned him a painful yelp from me, and without relent started thrusting, thrusting hard, deep and fast. He fucked my muzzle, much like he'd fuck my opening no doubt. He hit the back of my throat again and again with harsh bittersweetness smearing my thick, wide, canine tongue.

I gripped his thighs, as he worked himself in and out of me. His testicles lewdly slapped my furred chin again and again as I rolled my pale blue eyes up and gazed at the muscular form towering over me. He looked wild and ferocious with need.

"I fucking love that submissive look on dominant animals like you, mongrel! Fucking learn your place, dog!" he snarled as he grew faster and faster. I gagged around him repeatedly, but took small breaths when I could around this rodent's throbbing, aching rathood.

I tried to pull away from him, but he held me there as his thick, leathery tail cracked like a whip with thrill. His furred hips pounded his member into me as I choked and pushed him hard. I shoved and the wererat stumbled backwards, laughing. For a split second, the need to survive had dampened the lust, but it soon roared back to life with vigor.

Zeke leaned his furred butt against the rim of the sink as he laughed, watching me scramble toward him and lap at his heat. In a blur of fur and claws I was sent across the bathroom floor. I tasted blood in my muzzle, a throbbing ache panged at my jawline where the bastard had punched me. He approached me as I huddled to one side, and wrapped a clawed hand around the base of my tail. With a yelp, he used it to launch me across the bathroom. I sprawled across the edge of the bath tub, my backside and legs dangled out, while my upper body bent over the edge and my muzzle cracked with the tub floor. I slammed my clawed hands to the tub's smooth surface and coughed, blood spattered the ceramic.

It should have been enough to dampen anyone's hard on, but mine thrilled harder and harder.

"Stay right there, bitch!" Zeke grinned. He slammed a clawed foot to the edge of the bath beside me, as he grabbed the mounds of my ass in his clawed hands and pressed them together to make me tighter. He laughed as he then pressed the tip of his rathood to my opening and pushed. Without lubrication or foreplay I was extremely taut and tight. He shoved himself deep in a matter of seconds, pushing hard and thrusting inside me, stabbing his lust into me as I whimpered with pain and pleasure.

A howl of mixed desire and agony escaped me as the wererat ground himself as deep as possible inside me.

My stomach tightened, how deep was the fucker going? Agony spread through me in waves, only to collide with the pleasure and become something otherworldly inside of me.

"Fuck yes!" he cried out.

"Please, master, don't stop!" I begged and pleaded over my shoulder.

"Your so fucking tight! Fucking slut!" he snarled back at me, "You want this don't you? You wanna be filled with my rodent spunk!"

"Yes, God please yes!"

Zeke laughed as he thrust deeper and deeper, hilting himself inside me.

His furred orbs slapped mine again and again as I gripped the tub's edge and moaned.

"Fuck yes! I'm gonna cum soon!"

"Yes, yes please," I whispered.

He rammed himself so hard that the bath tub itself groaned, threatening to break underneath me as the rodent slammed himself home again and again. My opening tightened, squeezing around him as he ploughed me over and over, his pre had coated my insides, but he was still thick and it still ached. Wave after wave of agony and pleasure crashed over my canine body, goosebumps danced up my flesh as I trembled with fear and lust beneath him.

He suddenly shoved himself as deep as he could go and cried out above me, a high-pitched, feral sound. I could feel him spill inside me in a scalding wash of seed. It was that moment that my own orgasm gripped me, racked my body, and snapped the SD's hold from my inner wolf. I tensed as the wolf let out a mournful howl, its thoughts came clear and crisp to me now.

_ HE IS A RODENT! A WEAKLING! PREY! NOTHING AS DOMINANT AS THE BEAR OR THE SNAKE! THEY ARE HUNTERS! CARNIVORES! RATS ARE SNEAKY AND FEED OFF OF WHAT THEY CAN FIND! KILL! EAT! DEVOUR HIM NOW!_

I moaned Zeke's name as he roughly pulled himself free of me and slapped my buttock hard and sharp. I tingled all over as the wolf's words repeated in my head again and again.

"Stupid fuckin' dog!" Zeke growled.

I could feel his essence spill from inside me as he gripped me by the base of my tail again and tossed me to the bathroom floor with a hard thud. I huddled on the floor as the drug faded and my human form slipped free from the fur and the muscles and the claws. I wished it hadn't as the desire to kill, to hunt trembled up and down my spine.

Zeke stood over me still in wererat form. He planted a clawed foot to the side of my head and pressed hard. I could feel the tiles splinter beneath my face as he virtually stood on top of me, grinning insanely the entire time, the malicious, cool demeanor had dispersed and given way to this vicious, unkind creature of torment and murder.

Pain thrilled through me as I called out and writhed underneath him.

"Your nothing more than the Elite's bitch, regardless of whether Linus is here to keep us in check or not!" he spat.

I growled back at him.

"Pathetic, fucking pathetic," he grinned.

He suddenly crouched down and picked me up by the neck. He tossed me absent-mindedly across and against the window. I cracked the frosted glass, blood stained the shards as I slumped to the window sill, naked and ruined. He stood there, still furry, still erect and still looking excited about this entire scenario.

He stepped between my legs and lifted them up by the thighs.

I looked down between us and watched as he positioned himself, his tip almost touching my opening again. He pushed hard and pierced me in a heartbeat. I cried out as he wrapped my legs around him and bucked his hips, his furred body pumping into my human one.

"Your even fucking tighter in human form after a fucking! I love it! Beg for my rat dick, you fucking slut!" he grinned down at me as his hips worked.

Pain thrilled through me on its own this time. No pleasure followed. Pain I could respond to, pain I could fight back against. He found a deep, vicious rhythmn as my body ached with need again, the need to feed, devour, rip his flesh with my fangs and tear his bones with my claws.

"Go on! Beg me to fill you again!" the rodent King taunted as he leaned in close. He pushed deep and a second orgasm danced up and down his spine. I could feel him wash over my insides and felt repulsed.

I could suddenly smell pine trees and the familiar scent of wolf's musk in the bathroom air. I could feel him rushing up, up to the surface to break free and tear this vermin into pieces. The other lovers we'd had may not have been desired, but each was a hunter, a carnivore, some kind of creature to be feared, respected.

This one was nothing more than a scavenger, a picker of carcasses and overall weakling.

A deep, dominant growl trickled from my lips.

Zeke shuddered one last time and then looked down at me grinning, his member throbbed. I think he planned another tryst of love making, but I stopped him in a heartbeat, or rather, I stopped his heartbeat.

"Dinner time!"

I plunged my hand through fur and flesh and bone and blood. I could feel my clenched hand spring free out the back, something new, throbbing and pulsating clenched in my clawed hand.

Zeke looked at me with wide, panicked eyes as the fur shrank back and his body melted back to human once more. There was only one reason for a wereanimal to shift forms like this; death.