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His name was Gittle, he was a rat, and he was a pervert.

He fit in pretty well at Shorty's, being a four foot tall ratman. He did whatever they needed him to do, mostly sweeping the floors, hauling goods to the storeroom and general cleanup.Gittle wore a dirty loincloth and slept in one of the little rooms under the stairs, right across from Priscilla the opossum's room.

He wandered in from the road one day, having hitched a ride on a caravan wagon without the knowledge of the caravan master. That got him kicked off when they discovered him at the next stop, which happened to be at the little caravansary right across the road from Shorty's inn.

There were rumors of ratmen, but besides were-rats the staff never met any. Gittle wasn't a Were, so they had now. Gittle didn't talk much and never said where he was from. There was a copper bracelet on his naked rat tail with some runes on it, but not in any language the staff knew.

Gittle wasn't very smart, but he was a decent worker so they tolerated him. He fit the theme of the place quite well. Besides Shorty, the dwarf who owned the place and ran the bar, there was a gnome waitress, a couple of halflings who worked in the kitchen, and the three furry members of the staff. That was Priscilla the were-opossum, Ria the escaped wizard's experiment raccoon lady, and the newest to join, lily the were-otter. Only Lily topped four feet tall and she not by much. All did whatever work was needed, mostly waitress work. Gittle, the most junior, inherited the work they didn't want to do.

The problem with Gittle was that he was endlessly horny. He was too shy to hit on the staff, and other than one human traveler lady who boldly invited him to her room he was content to masturbate. Which he did a lot. He'd eye a lady traveler, or one of the female staff, and sneak off for a few minutes to vent his lust into a rag.

Six or eight times a day he did this. His lust was impressive and since the three furry staffers could smell it each time they knew exactly what was going on, just as they knew what happened when he fucked the human woman. 'Lovers have only one scent', the saying went.

He also had a tendency to almost, but not quite grope women. His ratty hands would twitch as he cleaned the tables or swept near a lady and you could see he wanted his clawed fingers in her unmentionables.

Kinder coworkers could have taught him what was what, made Gittle a better person. He was young and horny and stupid but he had some potential. The problem for Gittle was that Ria, Priscilla and Lily were all ruthlessly predatory. They let him stay because sooner or later he'd do something stupid and one of them have an excuse to eat him.

All of them were more than a match for the rat, but as a sort of private bet they waited to see what would happen. It would be no fun if someone just grabbed him and gulped him down. He had to bring it on himself. They even had a little private bet going as to who would get to digest the rat.

Lily the otter won the bet.

One evening when the last customer had left she climbed up on the bar to hang the mugs back up. Shorty had a ladder that rolled back and forth on a track to get them but Lily preferred to walk down the bar.

Lily is a short legged, long bodied semi-feral otter, with four small breasts and a thick ruddery tail. She usually wore a little skirt that only reached to her mid-thighs but her legs were so short you'd have to lie on the floor to see up it.

Or, it turned out, you could be on the floor sweeping with her on the bar above your head. As though his nose was drawn by a magnet Gittle's eyes went up. He looked beneath her furry tail and between her equally furry otter thighs and there was her little otter sex, flexing as she walked along the counter.

It wasn't the first time he did it, but it was the last. Lily's ears flipped around like furry little radar dishes to point at him as she sensed him looking. She turned her head just enough to make sure he was directly beneath her. She'd been waiting for him to try it again.

"Oops!" purred Lily, just a bit dramatically, and she made a show of slipping on the counter. One webby otter foot flew out from under her, her tail went up, and she fell pussy-first onto the rat.

All would have been well had he simply caught her. One of his hands was rubbing his sheath through his loincloth and the other held the broom and it never occurred to him to heroically catch her or even get out of the way. Gittle watched as though hypnotized as Lily fell, her sex accelerating toward him like something out of a dream. His pointed rat muzzle went up as he stared at her unmentionables, right up until everything went black.

There was a wet thump and suddenly Lily was sitting in Gittle's lap. His lap and legs and ratty tail were all that was left of him. Lily's long ottery body was swollen with a bulge in the shape of Gittle's upper body. His upturned muzzle had speared perfectly into Lily's sex and as her weight came down atop him an elastic otter pussy expanded to take him in. The glide of wet otter flesh slithering by him on all sides was Gittle's first warning that something was badly wrong.

She came down with a thump atop him, and the thump was almost drowned out by the wet squelch of a rat being swallowed by pussy. The bulge of his face was beneath her four small breasts and he stirred inside her, unsure of what was happening.

Lily didn't wait for him to figure it out. With a squeak of effort she managed to roll her bulging body forward until she stood on all four webby paws. Then she hoisted her tail up out of the way and backed into the side of the bar.

"I don't understand how you do that," said Priscilla. The chubby opossum lady heard the commotion and came over to see what was happening. What was happening was Lily pushing Gittle's rump against the bar until it was forced into her distended pussy. "I can't do that."

"Practice, practice, practice!" chirped Lily brightly. She gripped the floor with her webby paws, tensed, and groaned. With a slurp the rat's thighs were sucked into her sex and the bulge in her long body pushed closer to her neck. From all appearances she had no internal organs at all, or maybe just one huge stomach-like organ that mouth and pussy both led to. Ria was like that, but Ria was a whole different sort of monster.

The bulge in Lily's long body changed shape as Gittle struggled, but it was too late. It was too late the moment he stared at the otter pussy rushing toward him rather than get out of the way. Lily was much stronger than she looked and that included whatever mysterious muscles she used to eat people with her sex.

"Aw," said Ria, who emerged from the kitchen to find nothing but a pair of rat feet and Gittle's thrashing tail left outside of Lily. "I was hoping I'd get him."

"Too late," Lily purred. She tensed, groaned, and the leathery rat feet disappeared into her sex. With a long slurp Gittle's naked tail was drawn in after. Her groan transitioned into a shuddering moan as rat became sex toy and when she let her own tail drop down Gittle was just a great bulge in her long body. He probably weighed as much as she did but her sex had swallowed him whole.

Much as Gittle liked staring at, thinking about or groping pussies he didn't much care for being eaten by one. The shape of rat hands and then feet pushed out of her fur and even the hollow of his mouth as he tried to claw or bite his way free. Lily showed no pain at all. She claimed to be a were-otter, and whether or not that was true she was highly resistant to injury. Not as resistant as Ria, but she seemed just about as tough as Priscilla, who could shrug off many a blow as long as the weapon wasn't made of silver.

That toughness made Weres incredibly flexible, but though Priscilla didn't shy away from seemingly much-too-large cocks a whole ratman was more than she'd try to fit in her pussy or asshole. She'd have had to eat Gittle with her mouth.

"You know the deal," Priscilla said. "You ate him, you have to do his work until we find a replacement."

"Worth it," Lily purred, and pulling her swollen self along the floor with all four paws she made her way to a hatch in the wall. Equally comfortable on two or four feet she slept in a low, wide cupboard that used to be a large drawer until they replaced it with the hatch.

The bulge in her long body wasn't moving as much now, but to the educated eye of the other two the rat was almost certainly masturbating in her womb. Gittle thought about pussy pretty much the entire time he was awake. Maybe he'd dreamed about this sort of thing. In that case his wish was granted. He'd gone muzzle first and whole into a woman's pussy. Sadly for the rat, he wouldn't be coming out. Not out of the same hole, anyway. No matter how Lily ate someone, they came back out under her tail when digestion was done. How her internal plumbing worked they had no idea, but work it did.

Swollen around her prey she squeezed into the cupboard among the blankets she'd stuffed in there. There was a long wet belch from her pussy as her body was compressed and a clang as Gittle's tail bracelet was propelled out of it. The newly wet copper ring rolled along the floorboard and stopped just shy of Priscilla's naked feet.

"That's that then," Ria said as Priscilla wiped the thing clean and put it on a shelf among other souvenirs of their meals. "I wonder where he came from."

"I know where he went," said Priscilla, and picked up Gittle's broom so she could finish sweeping. A few feet away Lily reached out and closed the cupboard door behind her. She'd be out multiple times before dawn to visit the toilet as her powerful digestive juices broke Gittle down. Her guts, or womb or whatever, were efficient and quick and by opening hours she'd be able to walk on her hindpaws again. Morning patrons would see the bulge of half digested rat and speculate if she had been knocked up by some traveler. She'd just smile and ask them what they wanted to order.

Gittle had few possessions and it was easy to cover up his disappearance. Only the inn staff knew, the furry ladies by seeing it or eating him and the others by highly educated guesses based on the missing rat and suspicious bulge in Lily the next morning. They'd known it would happen sooner or later. Unless you were very big or very dangerous, and sometimes even if you were, being rude to those three was an activity that tended to end with a burp.

For some time after they'd show the copper tail bracelet to passers-by. They heard many a story of rat people, but Gittle must be far from his homeland as no others stopped by the inn save for an occasional were-rat. Nor could anyone translate the runes until one day a traveling sage stopped by for an evening meal. They bribed him with drink and sex until he spilled the beans.

"It says 'Gittle, son of Mitz, may he travel far', the sage said. "I guess he's no longer working here?"

"No," Priscilla said. "He worked here for a little while, then moved on. I guess he forgot his bracelet. Maybe he'll come back for it."

But he wouldn't. The rat had moved on all right, but his travels had taken him through a hungry otter's bowels. Few people made a return visit to the inn after that. None at all, in her experience.