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Cole made his way up the stairs, panting slightly and grumbling to himself, reaching the landing a touch out of breath. He'd do better on his own anyway, no dead weight slowing him down, or asking dumb questions. Now on the landing he looked back down at the entrance hall, seeing that the other four had already moved into the wings, though he had no idea who had gone where. He himself had a few options, and quickly decided that biggest must be best, heading to the double doors that he assumed would lead to the master bedroom.

The doors swung open smoothly on their hinges, gliding across the carpet with only a light brushing sound. Cole would have considered it odd for such an old and abandoned house to be in such a remarkable state of repair, if he'd been the sort of rat that considered such things. He might also have wondered why the stairs didn't creak, or why the bannisters had still been so solid when he'd leant on them. But he wasn't that sort of rat, which is why he also didn't think particularly hard about the sight he was currently faced with.

The master bedroom was expensively furnished and looked immaculately clean, no dust or cobwebs in the air, no damage or evidence of vandalism. Though the finer points of silks and gilded edges were lost on Cole, even he could see that some serious money had gone into this room. The bed was an impressive four-poster, with curtains drawn back and festooned with pillows. Several chairs were dotted around the sides of the room, as well as tables, dressers, wardrobes and a rather imposing full length mirror. Cole had seen enough Downton Abbey, when his parents hogged the TV, to know that this was some really high class stuff. Hell, this stuff looked even more expensive that whatever they used on the show.

He approached the bed, wanting to examine the bedstands for anything interesting, but as he approached the foot of the bed the rat tripped. Fortunately for Cole it was a soft landing, his belly flopping into the soft bedding as his knees came to rest against the thick carpet. The young rodent moved to get up, angry with himself for being so clumsy, but found that his left ankle had somehow become tangled in one of the tassels that hung from the four-poster. Attempting to swivel around to free himself, he realised with some bewilderment that his right ankle was entangled too, leaving him with a rather limited set of movement. Cole's face flushed, realising what his position would look like if any of his friends came in, and he started battling harder to get free.

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Cole lost balance as he struggled, leaving him face first in the bedding again, arms splayed out above his head. The duvet was soft and faintly sweet smelling, probably nicer than the one he slept under at home, which went some way to soothe his boiling temper. Unsure of how he was going to get himself out of this mess, the rat closed his eyes for a moment and whined softly at his predicament.

"Poor little mousey" whispered a breathy voice far too close to his left ear, and in shock Cole whipped his head around to look at... a wall and a chair? There was no-one there, and the room was silent once again, though the rat thought he could feel a draft that wasn't there before. Cole nervously moved to look behind him, until in a rising panic he realised his wrists were now trapped too. Turning his head back around, the rat saw two soft pillows had fallen onto his hands. Two pillows which, for some inexplicable reason, he found impossible to lift. The draft had turned into a chill in the air, making the teen shiver slightly in his loose bonds.

"You're ours now, pup" came the soft whisper again, this time behind him, giving him no chance to see.

"Yesss, oursss" a different, reptilian voice whispered from in front of him, but still he couldn't see his attackers.

"You did this to me!" accused the defiant rodent "Let me go, right now!" His shouts fogged into the air in front of him, the room much colder now than only minutes earlier, and far too cold for this time of year. As the rat's voice died he could hear faint laughter, only serving to make him angrier, whoever had done this to him was going to pay!

Cole was still considering his eventual revenge when he felt icy paws at his waist, brushing under his baggy t-shirt. "Time to teach you a lesson, mousey" mocked the first voice, and in one violent motion the jeans and boxers the rat was wearing were torn from his body. A hiss of excitement sounded from above him, but Cole was left speechless by what had just happened, his mind struggling to accept that he was now naked from the waist down. Temporarily muted by his incomprehension, the rodent said nothing as a heavy, numbing weight settled on his upper arms. At the same time the cold paws returned to his waist, shifting slightly to grip at his exposed buttocks, goose bumps forming at their touch.

"Is that all it took to keep you quiet, pup?" The whisper was getting firmer, more real somehow, much like the paws now kneading at the cub's rump. "I was hoping we were going to have to get rough."

"Maybe we ssshould be rough anyway?" The reptile's voice sounded more tangible too, more definite somehow, and definitely... Wait... Rough? Cole didn't like the sound of that at all, and his shivers started to turn into shakes.

The teen rat started to protest, but apparently that was exactly what the voice in front of him had been waiting for. As soon as his mouth opened it was stuffed with something chilly but pliable, similar to the paws that were still rubbing at his ample butt. As the rat's mouth closed around the invading appendage, a heavy pressure was applied to his muzzle, pinning it down just like his arms.

"Well, he's staying quiet now either way." chuckled the voice behind him "With your dick stuffed down his throat he'll be lucky to be able to breathe, never mind talk."

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Cole felt sick, finally realising what was happening to him, visibly quaking with shock. These people, or things, or whatever they were, weren't playing pranks. They were going to rape him. They were already raping him. Tears welled in in the terrified rodent's eyes, as the cock in his muzzle stiffened against his tongue, slowly pushing to the back of his mouth. He tried to bite down, but felt no strength in his muzzle, a low hissing moan from above him suggested his efforts were only serving to please his attacker. The pointed shaft was now poking at the entrance to his throat, throbbing as it grew to its full length, forcefully pushing it's way deeper into his maw.

Cole still couldn't see whatever was humping into his muzzle, but he was beginning to be able to taste it. The length itself was slightly salty and felt cool in his muzzle, while the slime that was puddling on his tongue was decidedly bitter and surprisingly warm. With an impatient grunt the snake rocked his hips forwards, the tip of his fully erect member jabbing against the young pup's untested gag reflex. Tears rolled down Cole's flushed cheeks as he struggled to breathe through his nose, his rapid swallowing and unintentionally wiggling tongue giving greater pleasure to the apparition above him. The serpent held himself still for a moment, before starting to rapidly buck against the rat, forcefully fucking into the tight confines of his throat.

The young rat felt like he was choking, his harsh introduction to deepthroating leaving him almost unable to breathe. The reptile above him continued to brutally thrust into his mouth, and while still nothing could be seen of his attacker, Cole could feel his own tears mixing with spittle to mat down the white fur of his muzzle. With a whip-cracking sound, pain exploded across the teen's backside, his scream of pain totally muffled by the cock in his throat. "Forgotten about me, hadn't you" came the voice from behind, followed by another hard slap to the rodent's ass, "Don't worry, I'll make sure you remember this!" It had been years since the rat had been spanked, and even then it had been by his mom rather than his dad, so he was utterly unprepared for just how much it hurt. Worse still, his abuser seemed to have stamina and strength beyond measure, each swat to his buttocks feeling harder than the last.

Blow after blow landed on the cub's bare butt cheeks, the throbbing pain building with each new strike, as the snake rutting into his throat let out a hissing chuckle. "Every time you ssspank his asss, he startsss sssucking harder" mocked the serpent, as strike after strike landed on the rat's exposed rump. Cole was mortified, but it was true. He was using the snake's dick like a pacifier, focussing on the length violating his mouth to take his mind off the pain being inflicted on his rear. Tears flowed freely from the teen's eyes as he began to work his tongue, pressing and rubbing against the underside of his rapist's shaft, anything to distract his mind from the slaps against his raw rump cheeks.

"What a lovely view," huffed the voice behind him, delivering another smack, "two plump, rosy white, cheeks for me to play with." Cole barely noticed the implication of the words, simply happy that the spanking had stopped, and still dispassionately working the length in his muzzle. "But, I know how to make the view better," continued the voice, as Cole felt his buttocks spread "a nice, big, wolf dick, wedged between them." Sobbing around the cock that he was firmly suckling, the young rat felt the wolf's tip poke under his tail, a tail he realised he was holding up voluntarily. The rodent attempted to swallow nervously, but succeeded in only half choking himself, and drawing another hiss of delight from the snake fucking his face.

"You a virgin, pup?" questioned the wolf, gently rocking against the rat, rubbing his length along the fuzzy groove of his ass. Cole whined in the affirmative, feeling the pointed canine shaft pushing against his tight pucker. "Never raised your tail for anyone mousey?" Cole shook his head resignedly, feeling his entrance spasm around the probing member, his resistance faltering. The teen had never even considered being in this position, preferring to mock the boys at school about taking it under the tail. "Good." The rat tried to ignore the taunts, concentrating on relaxing his throat around the serpent's dick, which was still pistoning in and out of his messy muzzle.

"That means this is gonna hurt, pup, a lot." He had already been molested, was having his muzzle and throat violated, and now he was going to get fucked. Cole screwed his eyes shut, silently begging for his attackers to stop, for someone to come and save him, anything that meant this wouldn't be happening anymore. He tensed and clenched all the muscles he could, hoping beyond hope that would be enough, that he could stop this somehow. The rodent's prayers went unanswered, a single thrust from the wolf skewering the youth's ass all the way to the knot, his virginity torn away in an excruciating instant. Cole felt as though he had been split down the middle, a stinging pain running from his impaled tailhole to a point deep in his insides, hurting in places he didn't even know he had. The rat screamed around the cock that was gagging him, the sound coming out as no more than a wet gurgle, trailing off as the wolf slowly pulled back.

The tugging at his insides as the wolf slid free felt almost as bad as the first penetrative thrust, the total lack of lube adding a stinging friction to the uncomfortable stretching. Cole's agony served as no deterrent to his attacker, the large canine dick thrusting in and pulling out as quickly as the wolf could manage. Punctuating each stroke with a growl, the wolf steadily built speed as he pounded the rat's entrance, working past any initial resistance. Cole had gone back to impassively nursing on the snake's leaking shaft, his mind wandering as far away from his broken tailhole as he could, happy to think about anything other than the wolf meat beneath his tail.

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The two ethereal voices fell silent, putting all their effort into abusing the young rat beneath them, smoothly working into a metronomic rhythm. Cole's mind rebelled against the situation, leaving him mentally numb, but unable to ignore the harsh physical reality. His entire world was reduced to the increasing discomfort in his gut, the choking smothering of his wet muzzle, and increasingly to the traitorous pleasure coming from his sheath rubbing against the bed. The teen refused to accept that he was enjoying this, he hated it, he wanted it to stop, why wouldn't it please stop? As much as it hurt, and as much as he was struggling to even breathe, why was his dick hard? Why was this happening to him? Why!?

Cole felt the wolf's huge knot batter against his formerly virgin entrance for the first time, the panic that gripped him tearing him out of one breakdown and into another. He didn't want to think how much it would hurt when that knob of flesh plunged into him, or what sort of damage something of that size would do to his tailhole. He didn't want to think about it, but he did, the softball sized bulb hammering at his hole a constant and terrifying reminder. Despite the fear and the new source of pain, the rat was aware that his own dick had fully slipped from his sheath, the tip of his rod dribbling pre-cum as it rubbed against the bed sheets. Feelings of such shame and torment collapsed in on the boy, stealing away the last of his coherent though, leaving him a sobbing wreck trapped between his molesters.

The wolf growled in frustration, "Might need some help" he huffed out between strokes, every word punctuated with another sharp thrust "to tie with this tight little mouse hole." Desperate to impale his bitch, the wolf figured he could indulge his playmate's darker tendencies, while also getting exactly what he wanted.

"Sssure thing" replied the snake, knowing exactly what his lupine companion had in mind, and relishing the prospect. The serpent was a constricting predator by nature, feeling his prey struggling for breath, while gagged with his length, was a deliciously perverse thrill. But that paled in comparison to the ecstasy of true suffocation. Having an unwilling victim asphyxiating around his thick shaft was the reptile's idea of heaven, so he was more than happy to give his partner a little 'help'.

The snake slowly stopped bucking into Cole's throat, every stroke leaving the reptilian dick shoved deeper than the last, before it finally came to rest. The pulsing member was lodged so far into the rat's throat that he could no longer breathe at all, and with no strength left to struggle or air to breath, the teen began to lose consciousness. As Cole's body fought for oxygen his throat spasmed, reflexively swallowing and milking around the serpent's tip, drawing a harsh hiss of pleasure from above. The serpent watched intently as resistance drained from the cub, holding himself as still as possible while his cock jumped and twitched, leaking a thin stream of ooze into the rodent.

Cole finally fell into unconsciousness, and the sight of the cub's body falling limp pushed the serpent over the edge of a powerful orgasm. His slimy load pulsed into the relaxed maw, as he gripped around the rodent's ears, ghostly claws digging into the sensitive appendages without response. The snake slowly pulled his still firing member free of the now slack throat, thick ropes of goo coating the inside of the teen's muzzle, before roughly forcing his dick fully back into the accommodating passage.

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On the wolf's next stoke forward he felt a change in the mousey bitch he was ploughing, the previously clenched ring yielding far more easily, allowing nearly half his knot inside. The rest of the knot was almost forced to pop through the relaxed hole, the wolf grinding and screwing forward, before relenting to try a different tactic. Drawing himself back for a savage lunge into his little rat toy, he savoured the thought of tying with the exquisitely tight and formerly virgin cub. As he rocked back the lupine looked down at the blacked out pup he was buggering, yanking up the boy's flagging tail and snarling in admiration of his handiwork. The wolf set himself, releasing the tail and gripping firmly at Cole's hips, and prepared to fully claim the rat's rump. With teeth bared and a loud bark he bucked forward, pounding into the rodent's ass with supernatural effort.

With a 'shlorp' his knot broke through the rat's ruined tailhole, Cole's limp form offering no protest or resistance, the teen's stretched passage squeezing and grasping at the full length of lupine shaft. Unfortunately for the little pup, the wolf wasn't interested in a gentle humping tie, grunting as he yanked his swollen knot free from the spread opening. As soon as the engorged flesh was pulled out, it was crammed back through the slackening hole, and then dragged right back out. The wolf howled as he knot fucked the rat, ravaging the broken tailhole with short rapid thrusts, leaving the passage gaping and empty on every backswing. Feeling the rodent's entrance getting looser every time it engulfed his knot was driving the wolf wild, knowing that with every thrust he was further wrecking the rat's devastated entrance. His claws raked at Cole's sides, groaning and huffing as he pounded the cub's backside, pumping his full length into the passed-out pup.

Rhythm faltering, ropes of lupine essence began splattering against the teen's inner walls, creamy ooze rapidly beginning to drool out of the rat's increasingly sloppy tailstar. Riding out his powerful orgasm, the wolf continued to hump into Cole's ass, growling and snarling and showing no signs of slowing down. The added lubrication allowed the wolf's full length to effortlessly impale the insensible youth on each stroke, his engorged cock popping entirely free on each outswing, before being buried to the hilt with each fresh penetration. Quickly building to a second climax the wolf forced himself deep into the knocked out cub, howling and flooding the prone rat, a second torrent of sticky slime painting the cub's gaping passage.

Both having thoroughly finished with their now broken toy, the two voices began chuckling to themselves, pulling free from the used and leaking rat.

"Sssame time next year?" grinned the snake, wiping his shaft clean on the teen's matted head fur.

"Absolutely" confirmed the wolf, as he squeezed out the last of his juice over Cole's upturned backside.

With a dying whisper the lifeless rat was left alone, the silence broken only by the sound of ooze dripping out of his loose rear, slowly gathering in a puddle at the foot of the bed.

Don't worry folks, I'm sure little Cole will be fine... mostly fine... probably.

Chapter 2 'The Possessive Type' should be up at the weekend ^.^