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A low, growling grumble woke the Rattata up from his sleep. His eyes opened unwillingly, letting in the bright sun, reflected off the snow-drifts piled in the alleyway he had made his "home". He crawled from his box, a crude and barren shelter from the elements, and clutched his belly. It groaned again, eating itself from the lack of food. The lone rat plodded through puddles with his worn sneakers, both hole-y and dirty. His eyes still squinted from the terrible glare of the sun, but somehow he managed to reach the dumpster in his alley without tripping over himself, and attempted to heft himself inside.

Rrrrrrrriiiiiippppp. The Pokémon's trousers, a shoddy pair made out of dirt-brown fabric, and about as thick as a paper bag they so closely resembled, tore open and gained a new hole, exposing some tangled purple leg-fur. The creature ignored it, ruffling through the refuse, but failed to find anything edible, even with his quickly lowering standards. With a heavy tug, he pulled himself out of the rank dumpster, and back into the cold alley, one sneakered foot sinking into a pile of snow as he landed.

The Rattata barely felt the difference in coldness, but shook off the moisture weakly, returning to his cardboard home and retrieving a tin can for panhandling. Maybe if he got enough change, he could buy something fresh at the fast food restaurant he slept behind. With a shiver, the rat made his way to the street opening of his alley, and curled up against a wall, tin in front of him.

A businessman wrapped in a tall trench coat stopped to drop in a quarter. "Thank you..." the poor critter mumbled out, shivering a bit. The man, however, had already left. The rat Pokémon left that donation at the bottom of his can and lifted it up. Perhaps a bit of rattling and he could get more attention? He did so, and a sharply dressed woman in a turtle-neck sweater dropped a nickel and dime into it.

It was a start, but the Rattata felt as if he was gonna starve to death before getting enough coins for even the simplest and cheapest of foods. He looked up at the passersby pitifully, but most seemed not to notice him. Some even went out of their way to look away, gawking at mundane things in their effort to ignore the homeless Rattata. It hurt, being ignored, but not as much as the pain in his stomach did. Weakly, he continued to rattle that can, begging for another few coins. Gradually, the can grew heavier, with weariness, but also a few donations.

He turned the tin towards himself, trying to count the cash without removing it. His fingers were cold and numb. They only weakly grasped at the can, and struggled at that. He was jostled suddenly, an absentminded at best, or cruel at worst, person walked right into the 'mon's arm, sending that tin and its change flying through the air, landing on a wet sidewalk and rolling away. The Rattata stretched out his arms for a pair of quarters as they rolled towards a drain, but was too late, and they fell, lost to the sewers forever.

The Pokémon's assailant was all but gone, having neither said a single word or offered his assistance. It didn't matter much to the homeless Rattata; he was used to that kind of treatment. He counted the coins he managed to save, and held back a cry. Just twenty-two cents short. Holding out that tin, with a somewhat firmer grasp, this time, he gave it a few shakes. The morning rush was over, however, and the only person who he saw on the streets had kicked away, accidentally or not, his chance at a meager meal.

Rolling to his feet, the Rattata stood shakily, dizzy from hunger. He trudged back to his box, and scanned the alleyway before pulling it forward. Beneath it was a small hole he had dug to hide his valuables in. There wasn't much inside it, just a small, twine bracelet made by a Purrloin he once knew. She was gone now.

He pushed his "house" back to the wall, covering that hidey-hole and turned around, hearing footsteps in the alley. Maybe they were gonna dump the morning's trash? The rat hid behind a pile of garbage, listening carefully as those footsteps came closer, and then stopped. "You want some food, Rat?" a voice called out. "You better show yourself if you want some..." he trailed off.

The rat slowly inched out from hiding, peering out and into the alleyway. A lone teen stood waiting, tapping his foot. In his hand was a bag from the fast-food restaurant, looking heavy and warm. "F-for me...?" the critter asked shyly, taking small steps towards the man. Just as the rat reached for the bag, the cruel teen lifted it out of his reach.

"Not so fast. I don't just give free hand-outs. You'll have to work, and I'll pay you with it." That flame-haired boy smirked.

"W-work...? What kind of w-work...?" the rat chittered back, unsure of that smirking teen. When that red-headed teaser placed his hand on the Rattata's shoulder, he jumped, but allowed himself to be lead behind the dumpster, where the street was no longer in view.

The teen chuckled, and undid his belt with both hands, unbuttoning his jeans and then unzipping them with a satisfying "zzzzz" sound. "Oh, don't worry..." he said, a pale hand rubbing a pair of white briefs. "It's easy work... and you'll even get something extra out of it." The critter's expression, a mixture of shock, disgust, and resignation. He didn't know exactly what the human was going to do to him, but with his stomach eating itself, he had little choice.

"W-what do I do...?" he mumbled, eyes looking down, then away, not wanting to look at that bulge in the teen's underwear. His sensitive nose could already smell something strange in the air, but in his inexperience, he could not pin it down to what.

"You're gonna pull my undies down, and stroke me to full hardness..." the fiery-headed teen began, relishing that sudden blush of deep red beneath the Rattata's purple fur. "And when I say suck it, you're gonna put it in your mouth, and start sucking it--no teeth, mind you..."

The Rattata felt trapped. His mouth salivated at the prospect of fresh food, but dried at the idea of taking the man's penis into his mouth, or even hands. Biting his lower lip, he started to turn, but his stomach gave such a loud growl that his "client" heard it and laughed. "Mm..." he twisted the toe of his sneaker into the ground, eyes closed and trying hard not think. "I-I'll do it..." he finally said, accepting his fate.

"Don't keep me waiting then..." the teen replied, knowing the rat's answer before the Pokémon did. "You don't want your food to grow cold, do you?" The bag of food was placed high out of reach of the Rattata, leaning against a brick wall. "You know what to do..." he urged, giving a small thrust forward as a reminder.

With a small nod, the rat closed his eyes once more and reached out, brushing his furred fingers against the teen's pale belly, before curling the tips beneath a waistband and tugging it down. That strange smell grew stronger, and a pale, half-erect cock bobbed free. It already had oozed a small droplet of pre in anticipation. "L-like this...?" the Rattata mumbled, wrapping a cream-colored paw around the teen's fat length, giving a small squeeze and touch.

"Mmh... now rub it back and forth..." ordered back the red-head, leaning up against the green metal of the dumpster as his cock thickened and hardened. The Pokémon obeyed, giving slow strokes to the member, but it was clear he was not very experienced at all. Still, the perverse intensity of the scene built upon the human's arousal.

A shiver rolled down the Rattata's spine as he watched that length grow and pulse. He gulped, not out of eagerness, but worriedness. How was he to fit that entire thing into his mouth? For the moment, however, he did not have to worry. Instead, he closed his eyes, trying not to think of the thing in his handpaw for a moment. He almost succeeded, too, until the person it was attached to spoke once more.

"Suck it, Rat," he commanded, and the Pokémon hesitated. "Or do you not want to eat?" continued the dominant one. The Rattata sniffled just a little, eyes squinting open just a bit so he didn't jab himself in the eye as he inched forward. That smell grew stronger still, burning him in his nostrils as the cockhead bumped his nose. He whimpered a little, before resigning himself to his fate.

His maw opened just a little, enough so that his front teeth didn't touch that prick as it slid forward onto his tongue. "Uhh..." he whined, closing his eyes again, sniffing a little at the taste. It was foreign and unfamiliar, a bit salty and bitter. It was pure torment; that flavor tricked his senses, urging him to swallow down anything to fill his belly. He spread his lips even wider now, tongue cradling the underside of that length as he inched forward, a small tear forming at the corner of his eye from unpleasantness.

"Aah... good Rat..." the teen muttered, placing his pale-white hand on the Pokémon's purple head-fur, ruffling it before curling his fingers through it and giving a tight tugging hold. "Don't choke now... and no biting..." he reminded, before thrusting forward with a quick jab, shoving his cock down the Rattata's throat, gagging him with a dribbly cocktip before pulling back and out, letting the creature cough.

With a gasp, the Rattata finally spoke. "Aah! P-please don't do t-that again..." he rasped out, a few tears dribbling down his cheeks. Unknowingly, the critter had placed his hand back on that cock, holding it with his thumb against the underside, rubbing it in a circle. It flexed in his hand, and he looked down to it. The teenager's grip wouldn't allow him that, forcing the rat to look straight up into his silver-gray eyes.

"Do you want your food or not?" he asked with a cold stare. "I can eat it myself, you know. I'll do it right in front of you if you don't obey." The Rattata bit his lower lip at those words, looking as if he was about to cry. His pinkish-red eyes moistened and glistened, but the boy remained stoic. Finally, his hand dropped to the teen's thigh, gripping it lightly and sniffing.

"O-okay..." he mumbled dejectedly, and already knowing what the red-head would order for him next, he opened his mouth and took in that fat cock once more, suckling its tip. The rat whimpered quietly as its potent flavor tingled on his tongue, urging him to swallow and causing the critter to salivate. "It's just because of the food..." he mentally repeated, but as his crotch tingled a bit too, he closed his eyes and forced himself to think of other things.

The teen, on the other hand, enjoyed himself greatly, curling his fingers deeper into that tangled fur, and pulling the Rattata forward, hilting his member inside the 'mon's mouth, that Pokémon's eyes widening as his throat was blocked by that fat cockhead dribbling down it. He held there for just a moment, tears starting to well back up in the Rattata's eyes before he pulled back, this time leaving a good fourth of his shaft buried past his lips. "Aahh... that's right Rat, you're a good bitch..." he praised mockingly.

With a small sniff, the Rattata, bobbed back down onto that cock, not knowing when his tormentor would finally pay him, but hoping it was soon. He suckled deeper and deeper, until finally his nose came to the boy's shaven groin, sharp hairtips poking into that sensitive smeller. His whiskers twitched, surprised as to how far he swallowed the teen's lengthy prick. It pulsed in his mouth, and he pulled back, feeling it dribble out a little bit of bitter fluid. The Rattata's stomach growled, as if to remind him of what he was doing. "H-how much more...?" He asked, worried of irritating the teen by pulling back.

"You'll know when you're done, now keep sucking, Rat," the flame-haired boy ordered, pressing his cocktip against the Rattata's lip once more. The critter gulped uncertainly and then obeyed, opening his mouth and taking that length back in, tongue flittering against a small length of flesh between the head and shaft. "Aaah... much better..." moaned the teen, gripping a bit harder and starting to actively thrust into that open mouth, giving off little grunts as he did so.

The Rattata held himself steady, just taking the abuse, too hungry to cry. "At least this liquid is starting to taste okay," he thought to himself, bringing his small paws up to steady against the teen's thrusts, reaching around his shaft as if to keep it from shoving too deep into his maw, not that it'd help much. He felt his head be pulled back, and a pair of steely eyes look down into his reddish-pink. Unwavering they glared and the teen gave a dominant, pleasured smile.

"Almost..." he muttered, increasing his thrusting pace into that cream-furred muzzle, his balls slapping against the Rattata's chin, heavy with seed. His grip tightened on the critter's head, holding him steady as his pleasure grew. The red-head exhaled lowly, giving quiet moans as his orgasm drew near. "Aaaahhhh!" the teen finally moaned, cock half in that Rattata's mouth, spurting out powerfully once, surprising the Pokémon with the thick, viscous fluid. As he pulled out, another spurt, this one landing squarely on the rat's tongue, its bitter flavor seeping into his mouth, staining his taste buds with the tang.

The Pokémon's eyes widened as he was pulled back, but quickly closed when a hot and sticky spurt of cream splattered against face, matting that off-white and purple fur, sticking them together. With smaller twitches, the teen's cock continued to release its load, further coating that critter's face until it was sopping with sticky seed. Finally, he released his grip on the Rattata's head, letting him pull away and wipe the cream off with his hands and then onto his ratty trousers.

He spat a bit, trying to get the taste from his mouth but failing. He had swallowed that first spurt unintentionally and it hung in the back of his throat. With a small gasp and cough, he wiped enough cum away from his eyes to look up at the teen and ask, "D-do I get my food now...?" That little taste of semen made his stomach growl anew.

"Yeah, yeah," the teen grunted, face a bit flushed--a compliment to his fiery hair. Reaching up, he grabbed the burger-bag and handed half a cheeseburger to the critter, who seemed to be expecting more.

"I-is this all...?" he asked dejectedly, although he had already unwrapped it and began to ravenously eat. He could still taste the red-head's seed in his mouth, infecting the flavor of the burger as he ate it. The teen continued to dig through that bag, pulling out the other half of the burger. The Rattata looked up with hungry eyes.

"You worked pretty hard for that piece, but if you want the other half, you're gonna have to do something different..." said the human, holding the rest of the food out of the rat's reach. He gave an audible gulp. What he just did had taken quite the toll, but something new? His stomach growled a bit, reminding him of how hungry he was. That hamburger-half would hardly last him the rest of the day, and there would be no doubt that the Rattata would be waking up in the middle of the night pained by hunger.

"W-what do you want me to do...?" he asked finally, eyes looking down, swallowing the last of that hamburger, its flavor not diminishing the bitter taste of cum on his tongue. A chill wind blew past, and he could feel it cut through the moistness on his face where that sticky stuff had been spurted. As he looked back up to the teen, he got glimpse of a dark smile.

"Drop your trousers." For a moment, the Rattata stood still, unwilling to obey. But as the teen teased him further with that burger-half, he shivered and started to pull his trousers down. Once past the curve of his hips, he released them, letting the ratty clothes fall to the ground and covering his crotch. He had no underwear. "Move your hands, Rat," the teen ordered, but the Rattata shook his head.

"I-it's cold..." he whined, lower-lip trembling beneath those large front teeth. The red-head merely looked at him impatiently. With a small whimper, he brought his hands to his side, revealing a half-hard, uncut member, cream in color, like the rest of his belly. "I-is this all...?" he sniffled, the cool air forcing a pair of tiny balls to slink up close to his shaft.

"Not even close," the human said, and twirled his finger in the air, implicitly ordering the Rattata to turn around. His cold, silver eyes trailed all over the critter's body, taking it in with a perverse grin. His still exposed cock beginning to firm up once more. "Step out of them," he ordered. His pale hand wrapped around that growing length, shivering as he stroked down it.

The Rattata shuffled about in a circle nervously before lifting his sneakered feet up and through those worn trousers, standing unsteadily over them. His thin, purple tail hung limply between his cheeks, curling around his right leg. He looked behind him with unsure eyes. "G-good...?" he asked, biting his lower-lip. The teen had placed the burger out of reach again, and had both hands on his crotch, one holding his balls while the other stroked down his shaft.

With a low exhale, breath clouding the air, the red-head nodded his answer. "Now get on your hands and knees, facing away from me," he ordered. "You can use your trousers if the ground is wet," he then added, looking at puddle forming from melting snow. The Rattata bent down obediently, placing his knees on the pair of rags he called pants, and his hands onto a, thankfully sealed, bag of garbage.

His body shook with nervousness; that thin, purple tail squeezed against his thigh even tighter, seeming to disappear amongst that matted fur. "W-what are you gonna d-do to me...?" he shakily asked, body almost swaying in a come hither fashion. With that half-burger in his belly, he could at least muster the energy to stay in this position for a while, but his neck ached, and he turned it forward. A rather large pair of ears heard movement from behind him, yet he lacked the will to look back.

"You'll see," the teen muttered back, cryptic as ever. He knelt down and grasped Rattata's tail a little above its base and pulled it back, tugging it from that leg it so tightly curled around, and exposing a ripe, tight-looking pucker. "Hehe... looks pristine..." that ginger-haired male chuckled perversely, and the rat simply whimpered.

"W-what...?" he asked with a stutter, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer. There was a wet smacking sound, and then with a "ptoo", he felt the teen's saliva splatter directly beneath his tail, sending a shock through his spine. "Aah! W-why are you spitting?" Another question he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer to.

"Hehe... you'll thank me for that later..." the teen grunted, and he spat again, this time on his hand and rubbing it onto his cock. "But sooner than you might think..." he continued, and the rat felt the human's body move closer, fat cockhead prodding at his pucker.

"Nonononono!" he suddenly exclaimed, trying to crawl forward over the bags of garbage, but that firm grip on his tail only succeeded in giving him an ache at the base of his spine.

"What's the hurry? You want the rest of your meal, don't you?" asked the pale boy, and although the Rattata wasn't looking at him, he could feel the teen's lewd, domineering smile.

"I-I do... but..." the rat mumbled back, purple form hunched over dejectedly. A few tears escaped his closed eyes, from that dull ache at his tail's base. "D-do what you want..." he mumbled, feeling his stomach grumble angrily at him for almost passing up food.

"Good answer..." the red-head muttered back, placing a hand on that purple-furred cheek and giving it a pat, thumb inching into that crack and pulling it open. "A nice, pink target for me..." he chuckled, adjusting just the littlest bit before slowly pushing forward into that extremely tight hole, the Rattata clenching instinctively, tears starting to stream down from his eyes.

"Aaahh! It hurts!" he whined, biting his lower lip and panting heavily, his tears melting small holes in the snow. "Please!" he whimpered, trying to crawl away yet again, but that firmly gripping hand only pulled him back by his tail, sinking that fat, pale meat deeper into the virgin hole.

"Stop clenching and relax," grunted the teen, tightening his grip on that tail, squeezing it until his knuckles were bone-white. Even so, he continued to slide forward into that clenched pucker, spreading it wider and wider, a trickle of crimson fluid beading at the top of that opening and dripping onto the rat's trousers. "Uff... you're a tight little brat..." he grunted.

The Rattata sobbed, but did as the boy said, attempting to relax his aching pucker around that thick dick, pulsing and dribbling with pre. He felt the thick drops of dark red roll down his taint and stain that cream fur before saturating and falling onto his pants below, staining them. "Oww..." he mumbled, wiping his eyes on his forearm, trying to ignore the pain, but failing. There was a shameful stirring in his loins as he stared down into the dirt and trash-bags, feeling a winding sensation in the lowest pits of his belly. "H-how much more...?" he asked, legs beginning to ache.

"Plenty..." the teen groaned back, having only pressed a fourth of his cock into that tight hole. "But they'll be taking the trash out in a few, and I have no intention of getting caught with my cock in you..." With that, he pulled upwards on that tail, hiking that purple-furred ass even higher and pressed himself forward with a sick slurp of hilting.

The Rattata screamed, eyes dripping with tears while his rump stained the teen's pale flesh with redness. That rear squeezed and pulsed frantically, trying to push the painfully intruding cock out and failing, its owner overpowering that feeble attempt. "AAAAHHH!" he howled, thrashing and squirming.

Leaning forward with a growl, the teenager stuffed the other half of the burger into the rat's mouth, gagging him for the moment. "Here's you damn food, now stop screaming you little bitch," he hissed, beginning to pump in and out of that tightly gripping ass, feeling it squeeze every inch of his length as he pulled out and pushed back in.

Mumbling and sobbing, the rat could do little to cry out with his mouth gagged, unwilling to spit out the rest of his food. He chewed, tears flowing freely down his cheeks as he did so, whimpering with each heaving thrust the teen did to his behind, sliding forward on his knees ever so slightly as the red-head's balls came to slap up against his own. That thick shaft rubbed up against something inside him which made him burn with a foreign feeling.

"Fuck... not gonna last long with your squeezing, Rat," groaned the teen, that pucker engulfing his entire length with a slurp and pop before it pulled out to the base of its head, eager to release a heavy load deep inside that Rattata's rear.

Finally, the rat seemed to have swallowed all of the burger, still whimpering. That strange feeling at the base of his groin seemed to wind tighter and tighter now, gradually building up into something. "Aaahh... it hurts..." he managed to mumble out, looking down, ashamed at his lie. He was still sore, yes, but the hurt was something altogether different. His entire body felt strange, and small shivers shot through it whenever that fat cock thumped deep within his pucker.

The teen didn't appear to hear the Rattata, only leaning forward and re-angling his thrusts. His cockhead smashed against a certain, harder bulb deep inside the critter, igniting sparks of instinctual pleasure through the critter's groin. Releasing his grip on that tail, the flame-headed teen reached under and around the rat's waist, grabbing a small, uncut member and feeling it drool helplessly in his palm. "I think you like it..." he teased with a dark tone of voice, starting to stroke that small cock back and forth, rolling the foreskin back and rubbing his fingertip on the frenulum of that peen.

Louder this time, the Rattata cried, only from a strange sense of pleasure mixed in with the aching throb of pain. "N-no... it hurts..." he repeated weaker, trying his best not to thrust into that hand and back into the fat cock plowing into his rear. His mouth was open slack, drooling a bit. He told himself that it was from the food, and not the sensation of the teen fucking him. Squeezing his eyes shut, his body shuddered once more, feeling as if it would be unable to contain that constantly building pressure in his lower half.

With hot puffs of air into the Rattata's back, the teen thrusted into the critter even faster, barely able to hold back loud moans of pleasure. "Fuck... gonna... blow..." he muttered, hand quickly stroking that smaller prick between violet thighs, its short length rigid and drippy with precum. "You're gonna too... I can... haa... feel it..." he mumbled.

Shaking his head, the Rattata murmured out a quiet, stuttering "N-no...", but his knees shook with pleasure, cock twitching in the teen's grasp. "I feel w-weird..." he whimpered, tail curled up along his bare, purple back, a long, ridged slope downward to his small shoulders. Those cream colored balls the red-head's own smacked against with each thrust seemed to have slinked tightly against the rat's shaft, fill to the brim with an eagerness to blow.

"Aahh... get ready... brat..." the human atop grunted, feeling his own nuts churn with eagerness to spill, the repeated slaps against the Rattata's taint doing nothing to dissuade them from unleashing their load. With a final, grunting cry, the teen shoved himself in to the hilt, fat cock pulsing inside that virgin-tight rear, feeling it pulse and throb around his length suddenly, as if milking him for his seed when in reality he had triggered the Rattata's own orgasm by bashing against his prostate.

At the same time the human's cock erupted with sticky cream, the rat's own dick did as well, sending a few warm spurts onto the snowy ground, melting through that frost before coming to a rest on the dirty alleyway pavement. The thick splatters of cum deep inside the Rattata, on the other hand, formed a warm glob of accumulated goop that seemed to bubble deep inside his belly, giving the Pokémon a feeling of strange fullness.

"Muhh... huhh... guhh..." the rat gasped, eyes rolled up into his skull from pleasure, barely able to keep himself upright, elbows locked to keep from collapsing. His entire body tingled, feeling woozy and strange. His ass felt sore, of course, but in a queerly good manner, as if it had needed the soreness before it could heal. "Oohh..." he mumbled again, feeling the teen pull out. Whether he was just so tight that he slid back with the human out of exhaustion, or he was actively trying to keep that fat rod inside his sloshy rump didn't matter, because before he knew it that goopy dick was pulled free, and wiping itself on his violet-furred cheeks.

"Hehh... what a good fuck," the teen muttered, matting down the last of the Rattata's bum-fur with his cream and holstering himself, letting the total fatness of his prick shrink in the warmer confines of his underwear. "Maybe you can earn another hamburger in the future, brat," he said, coming to a stand and brushing off his overcoat and pants. Giving a once-over to that thoroughly used Rattata, he gave a smile. "If I was you, I'd pull up my trousers and crawl over to my box and sleep off that sore ass," he said, turning from the Pokémon and taking a glance down the alley.

As he walked off, the Rattata did just that, shakily sliding into his trousers, feeling a bit of cum leak down between his legs as he pulled them up and hobbled into the box he called home. He looked out to the street, but that red-headed teen was already gone, and the rat felt a pang of longing in his belly. Hunger. Probably.