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Milan leaned back against the dungeon wall, catching his breath. Ten levels down and he was already out of breath, he thought to himself as he watched his shadow flicker in the orange torchlight.

He hadn't been adventuring for too long, three years at most, but he had already made it a habit to watch dark corners for signs of trouble. And in that moment, he heard something move. In a fast, instinctual motion, he leapt into a defensive stance with his sword drawn, his brown eyes scanning the darkness.

For a moment he saw nothing and heard only silence. Milan felt a tension gnaw at his gut. It was never the beast that scared him so much as waiting for the beast to strike. He turned to his left, then his right, trying to suppress the desire to bolt right back up the stairs and forget this whole quest and its reward.

He smelt a whiff of dusty velvet. He heard something soft shift across the stone floor. "Who's there?" Milan shouted in his bravest voice. "Show yourself!" He received no answer, just as a part of him had hoped. He turned on his heels, trying to look through the darkness.

"I know you're there! Come out!" He said.

And Milan turned to his right to find a pair of yellow eyes staring at him in the darkness. Milan yelped and staged back, holding his sword out in front of him like a shield, such was his courage.

"Put it down, dear"

The eyes glimmered in the meager light as their owner drew closer to Milan. Milan's stomach tightened as he watched the figure of a large, stout bipedal rat walk out of the shadows. Milan felt his gaze being drawn to its soft bluish-gray fur... its big powerful arms and broad muscular chest... Milan snapped himself out of it and backed away, holding his blade at ready. The rat-man tilted his head to the side and looked at Milan with a mixture of bemusement and pity. "Come on, little mouse. Put that thing away." The rat said in a low, smooth voice; a voice that at once felt mocking and loving. Milan caught himself almost lowering his weapon; he raised it again and took a defensive stance. "Who are you, what do you want?"

Milan said this and the rat sniffed the air in front of him. "You smell afraid." The rat said. "I'm not going to hurt you, little mouse." The rat's voice was disarmingly soft, almost friendly. Milan lowered his sword a bit. "Then what are you going to do?" he said.

The rat-man leaned in closer to Milan, and Milan could smell old cheese on the creature's breath. "You're in quite a mess, little mouse." The rat said. "Are you hurt or something?"

Milan sheathed his sword. "No..." he said with a huff. "I'm not hurt, just tired." And the rat-man stepped closer, his whiskers twitched as he spoke. "You don't smell like you're from here. You should come with me, you can rest in my den." Milan nodded and said, "I'm just exploring, if your room is safe... then sure I'm fine resting there for a while." The rat-man reached out and brushed Milan's brown hair a bit. His touch was gentle, but Milan could feel a great deal of strength in the rat's muscular, four-clawed arms. Milan blushed a bit, more than a little flattered by the gesture. "Do you want to lead the way, mister..." The rat nodded and took him by the arm. "Call me Gris."

Milan smiled, "Okay Gris, lead on." And the two made their way through the dungeon until they came to a large, uneven opening in the dungeon wall, as if it was tunneled out by hand. The floor of the opening was lined with bits of soft cloth, like the kind blankets are made from. Milan let a smile spread across his face as he sat down on the plush make-shift bedding. Gris prodded at his scuffed metal armor with a finger. "This looks uncomfortable, why don't you take it off for a spell?" Gris said.

Milan nodded and went about stripping his plate armor and boots off until he was down to his clothes. Gris took it and placed it in a neat pile in the corner.

"Nice little place you got here." Milan said, and a warm smile spread across Gris' snout. Had Milan been more attentive, he would have noticed fine grayish hairs sprouting on his neck and arms. The rat stepped behind him. "Thank you for being so kind." Milan said. "You're quite welcome." Gris said as he started running his handpaws gently, lovingly through Milan's shaggy hair.

"Could you hold still for a bit, I just want to make sure your hair is good and clean." Gris said as he started grooming his guest. Milan sighed and leaned back against him. He didn't understand why the rat that lived in a hole in a dungeon wall cared about whether his hair was clean, but he wasn't going to spurn the creature's hospitality. Gris worked the young man's hair, paying close attention to the spreading blue-gray on Milan's neck and upper back. Milan's own chestnut brown hair was already showing streaks of blue-gray, the same color as Gris' fur. "Clean is healthy." Gris said. "It's only proper that I make sure my nestmate has nice, clean fur." Milan smiled and continued to still until what Gris had said hit him. Nestmate?

Fur?? Milan started to stand, but Gris caught him and gently yet firmly pushed him back down. "Hold on, dear. I'm not quite done. Your fur is in quite a mess. Too short." Milan blushed and shivered as Gris went on to groom the fur on Milan's neck, which had grown just enough to be visible in the modest light. A sense of duty welled up inside Milan; an urge to cooperate.

Gris tugged at his cotton shirt. "Let me see your back, please. I need to work on your back fur." He said, and Milan obligingly pulled off his shirt, exposing his bare chest, he wasn't barbarian big, but he was decently muscular, at least Milan liked to think. Milan didn't completely know it, but his upper back was covered in a steadily spreading wave of blue-gray fur. The burly rat set to work grooming Milan's back and shoulders, occasionally leaning in to nuzzle his neck with his snout. Milan giggled as his mast... his new friend's whiskers tickled him. There was a curious sensation in his jaw, like the bones were nudging themselves into a longer shape.

Milan let out a murmur of pleasure, his fingertips dug into the soft cloth of the makeshift bed. His face pulled out into round little rodent-like muzzle as Gris lovingly worked on his back and arms, grooming the fur and massaging the skin so more fur would grow. Gris reached around to Milan's front to stroke and caress his hands as they reshaped themselves, the middle and ring finger melded together into a single digit. Human fingernails hardened and grew out into claws perfect for climbing, digging. Milan felt no pain as his anatomy shifted, but rather a spreading and pulsing warmth; waves of pleasurable pressure and pulling. Milan groaned and chirred, it felt so appropriate. He sniffed the air in front of him to test the new muzzle, the warm scent of home.

He took in and savored each new scent. His ears felt bigger, higher up on his head. Milan's front teeth felt quite a bit longer as well to his tongue. Gris ran a claw-tip up and down Milan's muzzle as he whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Milan couldn't help it, he let out a little squeak; his pants tented at the loving attention of the rat-man.

As his body changed, Milan's mind swam with a flow of new thoughts. He saw Gris in a new light, as a lover, as a nurturing alpha male. He chirred and bit his lower lip as he leaned back against Gris' strong, warm handpaws. "You're coming along nicely, little mouse." Gris cooed to him. Milan's fur had grown down his arms and legs, stopping neatly at his wrists and ankles. He felt a long, slender tail begin to push itself out of the base of his spine. His pants began to feel uncomfortably confining. Milan whimpered and began tugging at the waistband of his pants. Gris pulled Milan's pants down and tossed them aside as he stepped out of them. Milan breathed a sigh of relief as his tail hung down freely.

Milan picked his new tail up and petted it curiously. "This is lovely." He said. Gris chuckled and ran his handpaws up and down his lover's waist, and Milan wasn't sure but he felt as if he had grown a bit smaller, like his body was transitioning from the wiry muscular build of a adventurer to a softer, more svelte physique. He felt so small, yet so safe in the big rat's paws. Milan let out a gasp as Gris caressed him, his nails digging into the sheets. "You're doing so well, my pet." The big rat said, caressing Milan's hips and legs. Milan grunted and squirmed as his socks felt tight, too tight. Just as he reached to take them off, his gray socks ripped open as his feet grew out into powerful four-toed feetpaws suited well for climbing up steep walls. Milan moaned and nuzzled into Gris' furry neck. The two pulled into a close embrace.

"You're almost done, little mouse." Gris said, petting Milan's back and Milan pressed his own body tightly against his. "What is there to do?"Milan said. "On your belly, I'll show you." Gris said, and Milan lay down on his belly, looking back at the big rat. Gris stepped behind him and grabbed his hips, gently coaxing him into sticking his rump in the air. There was a few seconds' pause, and then Gris mounted him from behind and nuzzled his neck. "Let me know if it starts to hurt." Gris whispered into Milan's ear. Milan grunted and tensed up.

"Okay..." Milan said, and the big rat hooked his strong arms around Milan and thrust into him. There was an initial sharp twinge of pain that gave way into not just pleasure, but excitement. The act of submitting to the bigger rat in such an intimate way... it felt so right to Milan. He squeaked and raised his tail; his own member bouncing against his furry belly with his lover's every thrust. Gris' own tail coiled around Milan's leg as he humped, he chirred and nipped playfully at his sub's neck and ears. Milan chirred with him and pressed his ass back into him. The two had settled into a rhythm, thrust and press, push-in and pull-back. In Milan's haze of pleasure, he found himself unable to see himself as a human anymore. He squeaked and moaned, his cock dribbling pre as he grinded on his lovers' member.

Gris grunted, both were panting, Milan bounced against his lover, who kissed him on the neck. Gris huffed and pulled out just in time to spurt his seed into the air as his lover shot his load beneath him. The two collapsed onto the sheets, breathing heavily and laying close to each other. Milan nuzzled Gris and Gris put his arms around Milan.

"Won't you stay a while?" Gris whispered to his lover, and Milan giggled and said.

"Of course, where else would I go?"

Gris yawned and pulled the smaller rat closer to him. Milan looked into his big, yellow eyes.

"Are you tired, honey?"

Gris smiled. "A little bit."

"I must have worn you out then, I'm sorry."

Gris chuckled and said: "Just wait 'til morning."