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Tobias took another bite from the platter of crisp-fried vegetables in front of him, the pleasantly greasy battered treats that were generously seasoned to ensure the customer was thirsty once he was no longer hungry. Sure enough, he followed it up with a draw from his mug while his drinking companion was busy trying to swallow his own slobber as he stared openly at the barmaid who'd just served them. He didn't blame him, since the mare (or rather jenny) had a pretty but plain face, even though her curves were anything but plain.

“Hoooohh, I swear the way she bends forward when serving, just short of popping out of her bodice… fuck me, she must want it bad!" the gnoll said, ignoring the sizzling platter but not his drink as he ogled the donkey wench.

“She does, if you mean a tip. So when it comes time to lay some coin down, remember how she bent over and don't be stingy." The rat replied in stride.

“Hey, you know I don't have problems paying for it. Fuck, I'll take it any way I can get it…" the hyena-like male said, reaching down and adjusting himself.

“You're being even less subtle than usual…" he remarked.

“Well that's easy for you to say! You've been here long enough to pick up a new uniform, let alone wet your muzzle… How 'bout some understanding for an old comrade that just traipsed in from the lone, dusty roads?" Daxon said, pointing out the somewhat overlarge uniform of the Beltane city watch draped over the svelte rat's frame.

“Hey, you know I rode on caravans. Still do, as a matter of fact." The rat said. And of course the gnoll knew. Tobias had been pretty green when he was traveling as a guard, and had spotted the hyena while on watch. He didn't know Daxon like he did now and had mistaken the armed gnoll for a wanted brigand. Even tried to take him in, for which he took a pretty good pounding. After that they cleared things up, got drunk, got friendly and… Tobias took another pretty good pounding.

“Yeah. So how long are you gonna stick around this time?" the gnoll said, popping a fried pepper into his mouth and instantly regretting it.

“I dunno. Been here for about a month. What's it to you?" Tobias said, a little bitterness creeping into his voice as the gnoll tried to quench his muzzle.

“It's not shit to me, I was just asking! So, without meaning to pry… you still doing it?" the hyena asked in as conciliary a tone as his abrasive personality would allow.

“I haven't found him so… yeah."

“Fuck… how old was he the last time you saw him. Before…"

“…he got sold? Two, I think. I wasn't much older…" Tobias said, as the dim but painful memories got dredged up.

He was born into slavery, same as his younger brother. But his brother got sold very early, bought by someone who probably didn't even know he was buying a person. His baby brother couldn't talk yet, crawled more often than walked. The people buying him might have thought he was just a very clever animal, one that could do tricks or maybe simple chores. Tobias had barely hit puberty when he was sold as part of a lot and sent on a long march to his new life. Slavery was, strictly speaking against the law, but the law didn't reach everywhere. In places like that the trade went on, but his route took him just near enough decent folks for a passing caravan to take the law into their own hands. Not all of them were freed, but Tobias was lucky.

He stayed on with the people who freed him, made himself useful just doing anything needed doing. He spent a lot of time with the caravan's guards. Back then they were like heroes to him, huge, armored avengers. He stayed up with them most nights, helping keep watch. He was small but with good eyes and better ears. He learned to shoot a crossbow, and once he was strong enough to cock one he was given his own. The others must have seen him as something of a mascot, but he felt like he was one of the guards, he was helping keep others safe. He could harm bad people now and he got it in his head pretty early that he could save his brother just as the others had saved him.

“That's a long time. Most would say too fucking long. You think you could recognize him? Like, if you passed each other on the street?"

“I'd have to. I'm not sure if he'd remember me... definitely not what I looked like. But there's no way of finding him, not even the faintest idea of where to look. So I keep moving around. That's literally my only hope, bumping into him, or maybe into someone who recognizes me, who knew us and could point me in the right way."

“Ever think about settling down? Look, I'm not gonna give you shit for ramblin' around. I live like that, but that's because people get sick of me if I stay in one place to long, and they aren't shy about showing it. People like you. Beltane's a pretty nice place, but you're gonna pack up and leave at some point, am I right?"

“Yeah. I've thought about it. I know my chances are… almost nonexistent. But as long as I keep trying… I don't feel guilty about giving up on him." He said, and Daxon mercifully left it at that and signaled the jenny for another round. He was leering at her as she set their frothy mugs down, but his stare slid off the smiling donkey like water from a duck.

“Fuck, she's a lively one. I tell you, once I'm done drinkin' I'm gonna start fucking, and that girl's gonna serve me pussy as sure as she's serving me ale."

“Yeah, if you sweet-talk her like that, what woman could resist." Tobias quipped.

“All right, I've got a gutter-mouth, so what? If she doesn't like the way I talk she's free to sit on my muzzle. Or to moan loud enough that she can't hear me. If a woman want's sweet words, she can read a book of poems while I'm giving her what she needs." The gnoll said with an all-purpose leer.

“So you think any woman wants, or at the least needs your cock?" the rat said with a smirk and a sip.

“Just about. Especially those that pretend not to…"

“Watch your words, or at least your volume…" Tobias said, in a voice that was almost out of patience. The gnoll wasn't impressed.

“What? You afraid they're gonna find out? What would be worse for you – if they thought you were a bugger, or if they knew you're a female?" the hyena said.

“It's not really a secret. I'm not pretending to be something I'm not. I just live my life the way I do, and people make the conclusions they do."

“Yeah, I guess I can see that as an advantage. Like, how many times have you been fighting only to have someone knee your groin and get disappointed?" the gnoll asked.

“A few times. Still hurts, but I know what you mean. When you grabbed that cooper's daughter's ass and she kneed you, you went down like a…"

“Yeah, yeah, fuck that priss and fuck you…" he said sullenly at the literally painful memory. “Speaking of which, I wasn't making you jealous talking about that fine piece of mare, was I? 'Cause you know I'd be only too happy to take you upstairs. Old time's sake and all that…"

“How tempting. How do you know I wouldn't rather go with her?" Tobias countered the gnoll's all too obvious invitation only to be answered by the bark-like laugh one would expect from a hyena.

“Right. Look, I'm not blind, I see girls – and especially women – batting their eyes at you, making kissy faces and all that. You talk nice, you look cute, they probably think you're some eager boy, maybe even a virgin that they could play around with, but one you drop your britches, what can you really do with them?"

“Really? Didn't you mention planting a girl's face down on your muzzle, and now you're asking me how to make one cum without a cock?"

“Fuck, fair 'nough! Wouldn't mind being a fly on the wall while you're face-first between those thighs. Then again I'd rather have you getting her wet before I start rammin' her…" Daxon said, his paw worryingly out of sight under the table. “Then again, why bother the wench? A lot of thirsty people here. And since your tail is doing that squirmy thing, and since you're starting to smell kinda nice, why don't we just move this upstairs?" he asked. Tobias hesitated, for a while…

*******

“Hnnnnhh… hnhhhghh! Mmmmnhhhhhh!"

Tobias was muffling himself as best as he could, arms resting against the wall, back arched and his uniform crumpled on the floor. He was doing a good job keeping quiet, judging by the fact he could hear Daxon slurping away between his skinny legs. The smooth sound of a huge, bestial tongue sliding over the smooth skin of his mound, as well as the sloppy noises it made when it pushed between the rat's labia. That muzzle that would smirk and leer when he was quiet and get him into trouble whenever he opened it was admittedly quite good for one thing. Making Tobias' legs tremble and his tail twist.

“Mnaaaagh! D-don't you get any ideas…" the rat admonished, trying to put as much menace into a shaky, decidedly feminine voice. Daxon had slid his tongue higher on his last stroke, and it might have passed for an accident if his next few didn't focus entirely on dimpling the pink ring under the rat's twitching tail.

“Thought you might like it. Help you pretend you were a male…" the gnoll growled lustily, digging clawed thumbs between the perky gray cheeks, spreading Tobias open before the tip of his tongue pushed and almost breached…

It took a little willpower, but the rat pulled away and twirled, putting his ass out of the gnoll's reach. He wouldn't mind having Daxon's tongue there, but he knew the lech too well. I wouldn't stop at tongue, and what was swinging between the hulking male's legs was not something Tobias wanted under his tail. Which wasn't to say he didn't want it.

“Okay… so if you're done playing the gentleman…" the rat said, his chest heaving enough to draw the eye to two tiny breasts and the stiff, up-tilted nipples gracing them.

Before he could continue the gnoll bent down and kissed him, winding his arms around the rodent's waifish frame. A kiss and hug were uncharacteristically romantic for the horny hyena, and it was only when the brutish male's arms tightened and Tobias' feet left the ground that her realized it wasn't about romance at all. The kiss muffled what would have been a squeak as he was spun around like he weighed no more than a doll and then dropped flat on his back on the narrow little bed.

The rat's face was flushed under his gray fur as the leering gnoll swept his legs up and let the rodent ankles rest on his shoulders. Tobias looked down at the all too familiar sight of a knotted erection. Daxon growled as he shifted his hips, pre flying from his tip to land in wet, warm streaks over the exposed parts of Tobias that were bare of fur. He planted his hands on either side of the rat's head as he loomed above the much smaller figure. He jabbed and ground his leaky cock, obviously not caring where it ended up.

Tobias did, but he knew that appealing to Daxon wouldn't do any good at this point. The gnoll let his cock do the thinking most of the time, so it was the knotted cock that the rat turned to. He reached down, bit his lip as his fingers found hard, wet heat and managed to push the tapered end against his slit just as the male above him gave a thrust. With a groan from Daxon and a hiss and a wince from Tobias the purplish member slid half-way home into a tight, wet rodent cunny. Tobias gritted his teeth as the male began pushing in deeper, knowing that he'd be squealing like a scared piglet if the bastard hadn't done such a thorough job tonguing him.

“Fuck, just like old times, huh?" he asked as he pushed everything but the knot into the 'male' under him.

“Ju-uhghh!-st shut uf and f-fuck me…" Tobias tossed back.

“So it's gonna be like that, huh?" the gnoll asked, jabbing hard enough to push the rat's ass up off the mattress as he slipped his still slender knot in. The bulge drew an eager-sounding whimper from Tobias, and a sharp gasp when it was yanked out with a humiliatingly wet noise.

“You sure don't act as sweet as you smell… Is it one of those days? Is that why you pulled my cock into this tight little rat-cunt?" Daxon asked, moving his hips with enough force to make the rickety bed creak.

“D-don't fla-aAah!-tter yourself. Didn't wa-ngh!-nt that thing… wrecking my ass!" Tobias said, grimacing as he took the gnoll's rough thrusts, knowing (but not actually minding) that it would only get rougher.

“Afraid to take it like a man? Or is nature finally winning out?" the rutting male said, a growly tone creeping into his voice. “Fuck, you smell sweet. Is my nose wrong, or are you feelin' that need for seed? To finally get a nice round belly and a pair of milky rat-titties?"

“I… if you w-uhh-ere… the l-last male in…" Tobias said, as best as he could, the air was driven out of him with each buck of the gnoll's hips, the knot now moving freely in and out and bruising his tender sex as it did.

It would get too big for that sooner or later, and Tobias knew that Daxon would do everything to make sure it was inside when that happened. With his body bent over like this, he could feel heavy nuts slapping against his ass as the brute fucked him, and that got him thinking. A rat's heat was short but it tended to hit hard and very often, usually several times a month. Tobias did some quick math and knew that the next one was close, but not yet due. It would be risky if he was under a rat or a mouse, a little less with some other rodent… but even with every drop of gnoll spunk pushed into his womb, the chances of him actually winding up pregnant were…

…not nearly high enough to make him crawl out from under the pistoning male. Daxon was a bastard, through and through, but this bastard had two uses – fighting and fucking. And I'm not about to fight him again, so that leaves…

“Nggghhaaaahh!"

Tobias cried out before getting grip on himself, biting his lower lip as pain hidden under pleasure lanced up from his groin. While he'd been doing math, the gnoll had been doing him, and with one savage thrust he'd made the bed skip and made the knot punch past the rat's dripping labia. His claws were dull but he still felt them piercing the sheets and digging into his fists, his body clenching on reflex around the intruder as Daxon kept humping and grinding against him.

A rat was never meant to take a knot, but Tobias had never let that stop him. His walls would grip the bulge, and the bulge would respond by throbbing and swelling up, and the same thing would happen again, and again, and again until the writhing rodent was sure he was close to bursting. He was pinned, otherwise he'd be writhing, teetering on the edge of climax as the muscles along his slender body twitched at random. The rush of heat deep, deep inside him pushed him over, that unsubtle reminder of his femininity. Acting the way men do was just… easier for Tobias, but there was no way to feel like anything other than a woman when a tapered tip send a deluge of cum seeping into the panting rodent's womb.

He could see Daxon leering above him and saw him stick his fingers into his muzzle. He spent some time just sliding them in and out until the nip of sharp incisors told him clearly that his rat-lover wasn't amused. Tobias needed to catch his breath and couldn't do it with the jackass gnoll finger-fucking his muzzle. Taking no offence, Daxon sat up and began running his arms over the quivering body that in spite of being on the skinny side was looking decidedly feminine with a bulge in the trim belly caused by what was buried in the panting rodent's cunny. The male leered as he ran a hand along that bulge possessively, as if he'd really just bred his long-time friend. Tobias would let him have his pervy little fantasy, at least until his knot shrank down…

*******

The sound of boots on cobbles echoed gently down the empty street as a lone uniformed figure swept the corners with a watchman's lantern. Tobias hadn't been in the city all that long, but he'd learned the layout fast enough. He always did. Must be something about rats and mazes. It seemed to be a quiet night but he still kept his ears perked and his eyes peeled. It was his ears that alerted him to the scrabble of many paws on cobblestones, getting closer until he could hear panting and almost see big pink tongues lolling out of canine muzzles.

He turned around to see not one but five large dogs trailing after him and sniffing the air, as if they were also on patrol. Or maybe prowl was more fitting. Three of them had the lean, cagy look of strays, but the other two seemed more well-fed. Likely guard dogs that decided to take a night off and roam with the street mutts. He wasn't sure what the dogs had been initially looking for, but as nostrils flared and muzzles were raised to sniff the air, Tobias good a good idea.

“Okay, you smelled me out, but I've got work to do, so shoo…" he said, not in an exactly commanding voice. He wasn't sure the dogs would have given a damn if he had.

They were friendly, even as they surrounded him, but that was the problem. Tobias knew why they were following him well before the first muzzle was pushed against his crotch, the rat backing away from one curious canine only to run ass-first into the muzzle of one behind him. Tobias knew how to handle his heats. So well that most people never knew that he was having them. And when his control failed, he did his best to be discreet. There had been a few times when he'd chased some thief or cutpurse and cornered them, only for the proximity to a panting male to get the best of him. More often than not they'd ask if there was something they could do to avoid arrest, and in a few scenarios Tobias had ended up pressed against a wall with a confused thief pounding between his skinny thighs. He'd clean up as best he could, and return the loot the thief had 'dropped while running away'. But most of the time he had a grip on his urges…

But even two-legged canines don't have the sense of smell of their feral kin, and the five gathered around him knew what they were smelling. It occurred to Tobias that he was maybe letting things get to far when legs fastened around his waist as the dog to his legs awkwardly tried to mount the two-legged bitch, his hips moving and rubbing a fat sheath against the rat's leg as the amorous mutt licked the side of his face. The worst part was that Tobias wasn't exactly indifferent to the dog's affections, and the rest would soon be able to smell his reaction.

“Down boy… look, you're cute and all but I've got a job to do so wh-HEY!" he cried out when one of the bigger dogs behind him bit down on the seat of his pants.

The watch didn't have uniforms quite small enough for him, so Tobias did his best to roll the legs of the trousers up and chinch his belt tight, but the pants were still baggy enough for the dog to get a nice good grip on them. It it was a choice of him sinking his teeth into cloth or sinking them in a rat's rump Tobias was glad for the poor fit of the clothes, but he was still in bit of a predicament. The dog almost made him stumble back as he gave a good tug, and he didn't want to think what would happen to him if this lot managed to get him on the ground. Already there were visible rosy-red cocks under the lean bodies of the horny hounds, a very unambiguous hint at what they expected.

“Let..let me go you…" Tobias hissed, desperate to get loose but quietly. Nobody was around to see him in this embarrassing situation, and he wanted to keep it that way.

But the dog behind him was determined not to let go of his prize, and worse yet, he was in the mood to play. Looking over one shoulder Tobias could see him tossing his head from one side to the other and growling happily, the way dogs tend to do when someone hands them a knotted end of thick rope. Tobias was trying to pull away but the tell-tale sound of fabric just starting to tear stopped him. He could just imagine the dog running off with the seat of his pants, forcing him to walk back bare-assed through the city and explain to his superior that he needed a new uniform because a dog ate his old one.

“Okay, fuck it… c'mre boy, come here…" he whispered, the dog's ears perking at the welcome change of tone. Tobias had made a decision, and he knew they could hear it in his voice, even if they didn't understand why he was leaving them into a narrow alley.

It was just cellars and storage rooms on either side, and neither was busy in the dead of night. Paws were scrabbling all around him and Tobias was breathing hard as he prepared to give the pack what it wanted. And he'd be lying if he didn't want it to. His hands were shaky as he fumbled with his buckle, letting the oversized pants fall down, along with his damp underwear. The dogs showed no interest in either now that the rat's rump was exposed. Tobias stifled a squeak as a cold nose jabbed in between his skinny thighs, biting his lip just before a tongue swept out and slid across his drooling sex.

Almost on reflex, the svelte rat went down on his knees and then on all fours, pressing his palms against the pavement as he raised his tail and arched his back. He was no stranger to this, and his attraction to various four-legged males was another one of his little secrets. Tobias had always felt more comfortable dressing and acting as a male, but that had led to some disappointments when it came to romance. Some women were interested in what they perceived as a cute young man, but he didn't bother with them. When it turned out there was no cock in play they would get disappointed, and honestly so would he. Big boobs, flared hips and pouty lips definitely weren't a turn-off for the rat, but if they didn't have something a little extra…

Sometimes a man would see through his act, and there were quite a few who were turned on by a girl dressed up in male clothes. The problem was that they all imagined women had some secret way of binding up their breasts, and expected that after some unwrapping they would get to feast their eyes and hands on a bouncy pair of grey-furred tits. When it turned out that Tobias had a chest that really didn't need binding, a lot of them got disappointed.

With ferals, such as these dogs, that was never an issue. They knew what Tobias was, especially when he was in heat, and no amount of clothes or masculine behavior would fool them. Nor did they hide the fact that they liked the waifish rat just as he was – on all fours and reeking of estrus. His hands hadn't even touched pavement when muzzles began to press against his bare ass, tongues following soon after as the dogs all fought to get a taste of him. The noises his ears were picking up were obscene – heavy, meaty canine tongues sliding as they pressed hard against soft pink flesh, running from his mons all the way to the base of his tail.

It started with a murmuring before the dogs started to jostle. Paws landed on his back, tried finding purchase when the soft murring turned to growls and then barks. Looking behind Tobias saw heckles raise hand teeth bared as the dogs contested for the right to be the first to breed this fertile bitch. He didn't like the idea of them hurting each other over him, and was even less enthused about them making enough noise to draw attention, but there was nothing he could do. Luckily a pecking order was established before it came to blood. The first one to mound Tobias wasn't the biggest, but he looked like he had a wolf not too far away in his family tree, which would account for his fierceness.

Nor was it his first time covering a bitch. The slender rat's belly fluttered at the firm grip of paws wrapping around his waist, the weight of his mate and the confident way the big dog was trying to find his slit. A first-timer would have been humping wildly, his boned red length stabbing painfully at random spots on the rump he was mounting, but the mongrel on his back was humping in short strokes. It didn't take him long for his tip to find bare skin, and after that it was seconds until the tapered tip sank between Tobias' wet labia, his swollen pussy parting easily around the glass-smooth shaft as he stifled a cry.

The dog was securely buried in his bitch and he knew it. He felt the hindpaws shuffle closer until his legs were flush with the rat's thighs. The dog's crotch was now pressed against the whimpering rodent's ass, feeding every inch of his cock into the sweet-smelling cunny quivering around him. Definitely an experienced breeder, and Tobias knew what he was in for. The male mounting him didn't disappoint, humping into his ass with short, powerful jabs, letting nothing but the slender knot slip out of the rat's leaky cunny.

Tobias was bracing himself and fighting to muffle his cries, worried that the noises of the dog's knot slipping in and out of his wet sex were noisy enough. He felt his whole body shake from the mad, rapid humps of the male, the nipples on his tiny breasts growing stiff as his body got what it needed. Most people would have felt humiliated to be taken like this by an animal, but Tobias knew that if it hadn't been for the danger of getting caught he'd be moaning out loud and encouraging the humping male to breed him. Not that he could, just another little advantage to sex with ferals – he was in heat, and no matter how much cum flooded into his womb he knew he didn't have a thing to worry about.

Keeping quiet was getting harder now that the knot was growing and having a hard time moving in and out. Every time it bumped against his folds Tobias wondered if it had gotten too big to tie, and every time it was yanked out he felt just a little bit of regret. But the dog on him proved that he was an experienced stud, and after a few failed attempts to tie his bitch Tobias felt the grip on his waist tightening, dewclaws poking even through his uniform as the dog pulled him back to meet his thrust.

“GhhhhhaAahhh!" the rat gasped out, the air driven from him by the mass that had just been shoved between his quivering legs.

His vision dimmed as the stud on his back kept humping even though the cock he'd forced into he waifish rodent's body couldn't move. The tip was jammed straight into Tobias cervix, and even though the rat couldn't see it he was sure his labia were barely closing behind the engorged mass. Reaching back with a trembling hand, he could feel the way his pussy was bulging, his body straining to hold the humping canine. Tobias could feel the cum squirting into him but the dog mounting him still worked his hips, not realizing that he'd already tied and bread the little rodent shuddering in climax under his furry body.

Tobias didn't mind the weight of the male seeding him, but the dog proved less affectionate, releasing the rat's waist and swinging a hindleg until he was ass to ass with the whimpering rodent, no doubt looking smugly at the rest of the pack. With the deed done, the other dogs gathered around, tongues soon going to work on both Tobias' distended mound an on the pink patch under the rat's ropey tail. A black-furred mastiff came up to the panting rat's head and began licking his face, even taking advantage of the panting rodent to push his tongue into the diminutive male's muzzle. Tobias for his part enjoyed the kiss, and scratched the romantic doggy behind the ears while his more business-minded packmates worked on his rear end.

The tongue action did wonders to help the rat relax, enough to allow the male who'd just bred him to slip out with a squelch and a gush of warm canine seed. The pack leader moved aside and as he sat down to clean himself Tobias shuddered at the sight of the rosy-purple monster that had just been buried between his legs. Tongues got back to work, reaching even deeper now that his pussy had been lubed and opened up by the alpha. There was a bit of jostling as the dogs tried to mount any part of the svelte rat they could, but one set of paws found purchase around his waist, allowing a furry body to settle on top of his back and against his rear.

The next horny canine looked like a shorter, stubbier version of the mastiff he'd been kissing. The dog had been watching his pack leader mate and possibly licking himself, so he was having a hard time sliding in now that his cock was all the way out and flailing wildly around. Tobias reached back, managed to catch the tip and with a trembling hand guided it up until the jabs were hitting his cum-smeared slit. He let go when the tip sank in and had just enough time to brace himself before the dog's lunge knocked him face down.

The canine breeding him proved all muscle, humping wildly and alternating between tugging the rat back or jamming in so hard he merely pushed him over. The previous load was soon churned out of the rat's quivering cunny, splattered either on the ground or soaking into the fur inside his thighs as the dog mounting him prepared to deliver a fresh load. The dog on his back also proved a little less experienced, grinding his swelling knot against Tobias' folds when he should have been thrusting long and deep to try and jam it in. He knew the dog had missed it's window when the cock buried in his pussy began to spew with the red bulge outside with no hope of going in.

With nothing tying him to his bitch the spazzing canine dismounted Tobias while he was still cumming. Seeing that the dog would paint not only the alley but his uniform in puppy-batter, Tobias managed to coax him closer and push his mouth down on the squirting tip, nursing on the canine shaft even as another dog mounted up.

The next dog managed to get the rat off after barely a few minutes of humping, making Tobias moan around the red rod he was suckling on even as his heat-swollen pussy clenched around the red rod pistoning in and out of it. He was still riding his high when the knot was jammed in, and as his walls clenched on him the dog on his back had no hope of pulling out. Tobias had to spit of the spent doggy-dick just to catch his breath, panting like a genuine bitch in heat even as the dog on his back treated him as one.

He was resting, relatively speaking, waiting for his current mate to finish seeding him safe in the knowledge that there were more to follow. The dogs surrounding him, or at least one of them, had a different schedule in mind. After the hound tied to him dismounted and turned, one of his packmates turned his attention to the winking pink pucker, almost hidden by a pair of pulsing canine testes. It was the big mastiff, the one Tobias had figured for a romantic a little while ago, and who was now coming off as dangerously impatient.

That broad tongue that had been exploring the rat's mouth minutes ago was now delving into the tightness of his ass, changing Tobias' opinion of the mastiff from 'romantic' to just plain kinky. Wonder what that makes me? He thought as his pucker opened up little by little, rewarding the huge dog's persistence. It was only when the licking stopped and a weight settled on his back that Tobias reassessed the mastiff as 'dangerously impatient'. The dog tied with him was voicing his disapproval as the big black canine struggled to get a paw over him, but once he did he was aimed dead-center on the only hole available.

Knowing there was nothing he could do, Tobias braced his arms, clenched his teeth and tried to relax as much as he could with the red, leaky tip jabbing away back there. The mastiff had done a quick but through job with his tongue, and the slobbery hole offered no resistance when the tapered tip found its mark. Stars swam in the corners of Tobias' vision just before the tears welling up in his eyes made his sight blurry. It wasn't his first time taking a male back there, and he was at least glad for that. But having an impressive cock knotted and tied to his pussy while an even bigger one speared his ass was a lot for someone Tobias' size.

He was sure that if he hadn't been in heat he'd been screaming his throat raw, but then again if he hadn't been smelling sweeter than usual he wouldn't have a pack of horny dogs taking turns on him. The mastiff didn't have a lot of room to move, but he did have enough to shove everything but his knot into the rat's rump, the big head resting over one of Tobias' shoulders while the happy, horny dog rode his ass.

The rat wrapped one arm around the big black head, hoping to calm the rump-rutting canine and maybe appeal to the affectionate side he'd shown earlier. Sure enough the mastiff was licking the side of his face and the back of his neck, but he was also humping his ass as best as he could. The whimpering rat had never felt so full, with one cock knotted and seeding his already flooded womb and what he was sure was an even bigger one stuck deep in his ass, with the knot still trying to get in.

As luck would have it, the dog he was tied to manage to tug free, and with every thrust of the mastiff into his ass Tobias could feel cum gushing from his well-rutted pussy. The big black dog shifted now that he had the rodent all to himself, the knot going from pumping into his straining ring to dangerously dimpling it. The rodent folded his arms under him and laid his face against them relaxing and waiting for the inevitable. The new angle had the doggy-dick hitting just the right spots and seconds later he was mewling through another orgasm, one that relaxed his rear enough for the mastiff to tie.

The knot was huge and growing bigger with every throb of the big dog's heart, a pulse Tobias could feel as his ass clenched around the invader. He was fine with the pain, he was fine with having the mastiff empty those huge balls in his ass, but when the big dog threw his head back and howled proudly his strange grey bitch began to fidget. His worst fears were confirmed when a door down the alley opened, light seeping through the crack and just barely missing illuminating the debauched scene.

“Fucking dogs and your fucking howling, this ain't no puppy-brothel you! Growler, you jackass, should have known it was you making all that noise…" a grizzled voice said as the sound of hooves on pavement made Tobias' stomach turn. The mastiff didn't care about the tone, he was happy to hear his name and was turning around to face the speaker, panting happily while still dumping a load in the crouching rat. “So who's the lucky bitch you… what the fuck do we have here…" the speaker said just before Tobias felt a big hand grab his hair and yank his face up to see the leering, scarred muzzle of a bull.

“Well I'll be damned! Caught yourself a boy, did ya growler? Well come on you dumb mutt, let bring him in to meet everyone…" the bull said, and the well-trained mastiff padded along what seemed to be his master, the rat he'd been amorously breeding so far almost forgotten.

Tobias' ass held a knot even longer than his pussy and it was way too early to pull out. Instead the rat did his best to back-paddle on all fours, since it was obvious Growler would just happily drag him along otherwise. The door to the warehouse was a heavy one, and now that it was open it no longer did a good job of masking the rowdy noises from inside.

“Hey fellas, you'll never guess what Growler nailed this time!" the bull said, forcing the dog to turn around and pulling Tobias' head up until he was kneeling, with the dog's cock still buried in his ass. The mess leaking from his blushing cunny and soaking into the fur of his thighs made it clear that the load he was taking was not his first of the night. Nor did it promise to be the last.

“Is that a fucking watchman's uniform?" asked a one-eyed bear, one of several unsavory characters sitting around a crate covered in cups, bottles and dog-eared cards.

“Yeah, I saw this little runt a few times. He's in the… fuck me, but he's not a he!" said a stag as he rose, eyes glued to the wet cleft between Tobias skinny thighs.

“Oh fuck yes! Good boy Growler, I'll get you a mutton leg for this one…" added the last of them, a heavy-shouldered lynx. At least none of them are rodents. Tobias thought, knowing how this was likely to play out. Still, he wasn't willing to just raise his tail for these thugs, not if he could bluff his way out.

“Okay, you all had a nice laugh. Look, if you forget you saw me, I'll forget I saw any of you. Just let me go once… once I'm able and we'll call it a…"

“Look girly, we're gonna let you go, that goes without saying. Just what kind of bastards do you take us for?" said the bull, getting a laugh from the others. “We can let you go now, or we can let you go a little later, Now before you answer, let me say that if you leave later you'll be leaving in your little uniform, as clean as Growler's tongue can get you. If you leave now, we keep your clothes a souvenir and you walk back to the guard barracks bare-ass naked leaving a dripping white trail behind you. If someone doesn't pounce on you on the way there, I figure your friends in uniform might take a few turns with you."

“Yeah, streets aren't safe this late at night. What are we paying the watch for?" asked the lynx.

“Controlling the stray dog population? You know, making sure the males are drained of cum?" asked the bear and before Tobias could reply, the bull had fished his cock out and was stroking the thick rosy rod sliding out of his sheath.

“So what's it gonna be girl? Short stay or the long stay?" he said, making it quite clear how Tobias would be expected to pass the time…

*******

“Oooh, there he goes!" purred the lynx as the red mass slipped out of Tobias' now gushing pucker.

The rodent winced at the sound of warm canine cum pouring from his ass before he managed to clench down but had to focus on what was in front of him. Right now it was a wall of bovine abdominal muscles as the beefy hand on his head kept his muzzle sliding back and forth along the pale red cock. He was reasonably sure he could expect to see the bull's massive sack pull up and force a deluge of cum down his throat, but once again his face was pulled off the cock, his face slapped with it for good measure before he was forced down face-first on the shaft of one of the bull's friends. Blowing the three guys would have been the easiest way for him to earn his uniform back, but these guys weren't gonna let him go that easy. It was obvious they were just suing his muzzle to keep their dicks wet and hard while Growler was finishing seeding his ass, and now that the dog had scampered of to lick himself clean Tobias knew he wouldn't stay empty for long.

“All right, let's see what the dogs have left us…" said the bull, hoisting Tobias up as if he was a doll. Watery canine sperm dripped from him as he was laid on a crate, starting up at the ceiling before the Lynx came into view.

Tobias looked down only in time to see the bull crouching and aiming his bovine cock it his dripping cunny, well over a foot of rosy flesh eager to slide into something warm and tight. The point went in easy, finding the rat's messy cleft and parting the bruised folds, but the bull didn't stop at the point. He drove in all the way in a single stroke, mashing his sheath against the whimpering rat's labia as the snug cunny splayed around the thickest portion of the bull's cock.

He didn't have long to admire the bulge in his belly caused by the bull's shaft before he found his head tilted back. It was hanging off the edge of the crate and allowed the lynx to get it back enough that Tobias was staring at a pair of fuzzy feline nuts while the cat stroked both his cock and the rat's throat, leaving little doubt where he'd be 'sheathing his barbed member. It only took one slap from the feline shaft to make Tobias open out, the lynx's sack swinging forward and hitting his nose as the cat pushed himself sheath-deep into his muzzle.

Tobias had heard that victims of these sorts of assaults tried to pretend they were somewhere else, somewhere safe. He might have done that if he hadn't been in heat, but with his body making demands for male attention he didn't want to be anywhere else. He merely pretended to be someone else, some whore or slut picked off the street by a trio of horny, immoral males. Not unattractive though, and very generously endowed. He'd just let them have their fun, sate his own biological needs, and with any luck tomorrow he wouldn't be too sore to go on patrol.

The bull seemed determined to accomplish just that, grabbing Tobias hips and ramming into him as if he were a cow or a mare and not a rat half the bulls' size. His strokes were long and powerful, while the lynx seemed to enjoy grinding his crotch against the impaled rodent's face. The cat was playing with his tiny but sensitive breasts, groping them and extending his claws slowly until they poked just hard enough to make Tobias whimper but not enough to break the skin. His sack was nestled against the rat's nose, and as such every breath Tobias managed to take was laced with the musk of a horny feline.

Tobias knew with what little sense he still clung to that if it hadn't been for the heat and the vigorous stretching the dogs have given him he would have squealed and screamed while the bull plowed his messy slit. Well, it would have been muffled by the feline cock stuck down his throat, or at least as far as the lynx could reach. Cats were not normally much of a challenge, and it was the barbs rather than length or girth that made mating with them noisy, but the lynx humping his muzzle was unusually well endowed.

A short fuse though. The sack pressed against Tobias' nose lifted and tensed up, letting him breathe easier before the thick kitty-cock began to throb. His arms flailed, weakly, pathetically and serving only to amuse the thugs using him like a cumrag. The barbs flared and almost made him choke, but he caught himself in time and relaxed his throat. It wasn't swallowing, not with the tip shoved this deep, just opening his gullet up and letting the seed go where it needed to go. Feline fingers tweaked his nipples, the lynx seeming to try to milk him even as he fed the spitted rat his own milky load.

The one-eyed feline pulled out once his barbs allowed him to, stroking his erection to squeeze the last thick globs out as he smeared the tip against Tobias' face and muzzle. That left the rat with a chance to catch his breath, at least before the bull's strokes drove it out. The lumbering male leaned over him and for a moment Tobias was worried that the big bovine was about to cover him, trapping him under that hard bulk while he bred him like a heifer. But the burly male just wrapped his arms under the waifish rodent, and the next thing he knew Tobias was in a bear-hug with his legs wrapping around the huge male's hips on instinct. Gravity pushed him down on the bovine shaft and the rat held on for dear life just in time for the first thrust.

He buried his face in the hard bovine pecs, expecting to feel those pendulous nuts spray his cunny any moment, and was taken by surprise by a poke against his pucker. He moaned as the finger entered him, thick but sliding easily into his ass after the mastiff had used it. It was the bear, and looking over one shoulder he could see the big bruin grinning as he fingered the rat's tailhole with ease. He took his digit out of the mess and pressed closer, not surprising Tobias when he pressed something else against the still dripping pucker.

Tobias moaned with abandon as a strong buck fed several inches of the bear's cock between his cheeks. The bruin's cock was round tipped and didn't slide in as easily as the tapered cock of the mastiff who'd broken him in. Caught between the two massive males, it was all the rat could do to maintain consciousness. Maintaining any sort of dignity was out of the question, with the most obscene noises being forced from his muzzle.

The bull finished first, and while one cock pistoned under his tail Tobias could feel the other throb, the tip pressing against his cervix as a flood of bovine spunk rushed into his already flooded womb. The bull waited until he was done and pulled away, the bear now holding Tobias' legs under his knees as the waifish rat flung one arm around the bruin's thick neck. It wasn't affection but a desire not to fall face-first as the bruin began to bounce him enough for even the tiny tits Tobias was blessed with to shake hard enough to draw comments and leering stares. Once he blinked the tears out of his eyes, the rat noticed two latecomers. A goat and a lizard, thankfully neither of them were rodents.

Even before they started stroking their cocks it was obvious he'd be taking them as well. While they waited for the huge bear to finish, the bull explained how they'd caught their prize, and outlined his plans - how useful it would be to have someone compromised on the inside, their own pet watchman trading in useful information for their silence and their cum. It was corrupt, and perverse but the rat was past caring. Tobias couldn't string a thought together, the rational part of his brain giving in under fatigue, leaving his body to be ruled by instinct and impulse.

The thick cock stuck under his tail went off like a firehose, making the rodent whimper and grimace as a deluge of ursine cum rushed into him, making him feel bloated by the time the girthy cock softened enough for his abused rear to push it out. The bear tried to set him down, but Tobias' legs folded under him, which the two newcomers didn't seem to mind.

A ridged reptilian cock slapped his face, leaving a wet smear of pre on his already messy muzzle. The rat's jaw hurt and he could barely close it around the lizardman's shaft, his hand reaching out to cup the scaly sack as the other found the goat's erection. The two leered at him as they let him do all the work, occasionally yanking his mouth off a twitching shaft and forcing him on the cock he was stroking. The lizardman was the one in his hand when he pulled away, circling around the rodent and hoisting Tobias' rear up. He winced around his mouthful as his tail was yanked up, the tip finding his drooling lips and sinking in with a single stroke. It was thick, ridged, and big enough to make the rat moan as the reptile's thrusts pushed his face into the goat's crotch. He was limp by the time they were close, the lizardman holding up his rear while the goat had his hands under the rat's modest chest while he ground himself against the speared rodent's face. He wasn't sure which one finished first, with both his throat and his stuffed sex working on instinct to draw the spurting seed deeper into a body already pumped far too full.

The bull was true to his word, and Growler was called over to use that broad canine tongue to clean the well-used rat as best as he could. Tobias still reeked of sex, and would be leaking cum by the time he reached the barracks, but they did give him his uniform back instead of forcing him to run back wearing their spunk. And they were clear about what was expected - he'd be their 'man' on the inside, feeding them information and coming by every now and again to get his 'reward'. If he refused, or tried to leave town, they promised to tie him in the square just before dawn, so that he'd be tied to Growler or one of his packmates when the city started to wake up.

Tobias was sure he'd find his way out of this deal at some point, but he knew it wouldn't happen by the time his next heat hit him. Or the one after that…