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Rat Rebellion Chapter 2: The Super Rats By Draconicon

Anastus dragged every bit of information that he could from 'Lord' Florus about the potion that had been meant to bring him down. The more he heard, the more lucky he counted himself that it hadn't been used properly.

The potion essentially forced the mind of the one afflicted to become enamored of someone else, like a love potion, except with greater consequences. The drink also forced the one that consumed it to fall further into submission, to crave orders, to find self-motivation difficult past the absolute minimum for survival. It was, essentially, a mind-warping, slave-making potion that would doom anyone affected by it.

If the fox hadn't been the one to come up with it, Anastus would have been sorry for using it on him, but as it was...well, there was very little grief to be had.

"I can't believe you thought this was a good idea."

"Rats...rats were supposed to...be put in their place...you rodents...You never understood...what was best..."

"It's hard to sympathize with you when you talk like that."

"...Sorry...Master..."

It was clear that he was having a hard time thinking, too, and Anastus wondered if there was an undiscovered secondary effect. If the potion also drained intelligence, it would mean that even those that weren't as affected by the potion would still be doomed to never be able to escape from the damage it wrought. Nobody would be able to slide away, to think of loopholes that would allow them to get to freedom.

It would doom his entire species...and nobody knew about it except for him and his former master.

He looked at the notes that he'd taken. It was hard to make out what the words were, but Anastus had just enough education to tell what the majority of it said. The numbers were a bit wonky, but he knew other slaves that were better at that. The spotty education that he'd managed to sneak between the tasks handed down from on high had only focused on reading words, not numbers, but others had managed different things.

Working together, they could manufacture this, but unlike the well-fucked fox, they weren't going to make the same mistakes.

Anastus groaned, fondling himself idly as he felt the churning down below start again. Ever since he had finished rutting his former master, he had been all too conscious of just how full his balls were. They felt like they were constantly straining, constantly filling up with more seed to spend. He had to force himself to focus on anything else, and that was getting harder and harder.

Is this going to be permanent? he wondered. Probably...

Still, it was a small price to pay. He...he was free. He was free.

Even thinking that felt almost wrong, like there was another master out there just waiting to take him down, hearing him daring to think that he had any such right to be on his own. Yet, here he was, standing tall while his master was flat on his back, ass still oozing cum, mouth drooling it. The fox was stained from the thighs down and the neck up, soaked with the musky fluids of the rat.

'Lord' Florus groaned, rolling his head to the side. He tried to sit up, but either he was too tired, or the command that Anastus had given him to stay there was still working. Either way, they needed to go on to step two.

The rat had collected the remaining vials of potion that were spread throughout the room. There were four of them, each one filled with enough of the horrible stuff to empower at least two rats each. There were several dozen that served the master, but which ones did he trust with this?

Probably Isay and Kir...maybe Lidochka...

They were the two cooks that served the rest of the manor, and Lidochka was the rat that worked as the...well, she was essentially the manor whore. Rat females had very little choice about who they were going to be given to as a general rule, and they were often taken from any mating pair that they set up to be used by the masters of the house, or their guests. The females often learned tricks that the males would never know, and often didn't get the right to sleep with their own husbands unless the masters decided that they were appropriate for breeding lines.

He knew Lidochka. She had deliberately avoided a husband for that very reason, not wanting to give the masters any more leverage to be used on her. She feigned a warm sort of demeanor, but he had seen the way that she stared at the fox when Florus wasn't looking. She'd have murdered him without a second thought if she had an opening. She wouldn't be a risk of blabbing.

Isay and Kir, though...

I have to start somewhere, and if I can work the cooks into this, maybe we can spread it through the rest of the manor without anyone catching on until it's too late...

It was a hope, at least.

"On your feet."

He winced as soon as he said it, half-expecting the potion to have worn off. Yet, the fox still obeyed, getting to his feet as if his limbs were obeying someone that he didn't particularly care to listen to. The red-furred male groaned, his head rolling side to side, trying to fix his eyes on the rat.

Hoping that it would work, Anastus reached one hand down, rubbing behind his balls and getting them a bit damp with sweat and his own dripping pre-cum. As soon as his fingers were nice and wet, he brought them up, rubbing them along the fox's nose.

"Nnngh..."

'Lord' Florus groaned under his breath, rolling his head back a little bit. Just like that, the fox's cock twitched, throbbing idly, while his eyes closed halfway and his mouth opened in a stupid grin.

And just like that, you're musk-drunk again...

It was something worth remembering. If they did make the other species dumb and dependent, then they would need to make sure that they got musk-drunk as often as possible. Otherwise, they might actually find a way to push the rats back down to the bottom...and that wouldn't go well for the rodents.

"Come on."

They left the dungeon, both naked. He didn't feel too worried about any non-rodents finding them, if he was completely honest. Any of Florus's relatives would be out of the city for another few weeks due to the holy days, and any visitors would have sent a letter ahead for Florus to clear before they arrived. Anastus had been with the fox for some time, and there had been no such letter.

Still, he blushed hard as he walked through the halls wearing nothing but his fur, feeling more self-conscious than ever despite the growth that had occurred since taking the potion. His cock was bigger, hanging down over a pair of balls that were bigger than his fist. He felt almost like a horse as he walked the halls, and not just because of the sheer size that he had to his name now. He felt like a stallion, someone that was looking to breed, someone that was looking to rut, and he didn't quite know how to handle it.

The only thing that made him feel safe was the fact that he had grown in size and muscle as well as in dick. He could feel the raw power in his arms, the ease with which he could yank the fox lord around. It was a bit of reassurance that he rather desperately needed right at that point.

The slave quarters...get to the slave quarters...

It didn't take long to find the barracks-like quarters that the rodents were kept in. Most of the beds were empty, with only Lidochka there to sit up and see them arriving.

She was an albino rat, her eyes pink and bright and her fur as white as the snow they so rarely saw. The only breaks to her coat were the red lines that were left by the rougher masters, places where they had cut through her fur with knives for sport. Even there, she had grown her fur again, but one could see the imperfections if they knew where to look.

No sooner had he shut the door than her pink eyes flashed red. She leaped from the bed, her body completely bare as she lunged for the fox.

"Die!"

She almost got him before Anastus flung himself between the two. Her claws sunk into his chest, raking across his ribs, and he gasped for breath. He felt her shoving him back, trying to wiggle around him, and he had to grab her.

It was surprisingly easy to pin her, and he stared as much as she did as he slammed her down on her stomach over one of the beds. She whipped her head around, looking back at him for a split second before trying to get free again. Her tail slapped at him, but he managed to pin it with his, holding her arms against the small of her back.

"Let me go!" she cried. "He's here! There's nobody watching, we can just end it now!"

"Wait...wait!"

He pushed down, feeling her back crack from just how much pressure he was putting on her. She grunted, biting almost ferally at the mattress beneath her, her fingers clenching and unclenching madly.

"Wait!" he repeated, leaning down, hissing in her ears. "Wait. He's...he's vulnerable...and I have something...something special..."

"Just let me kill him...That's all I want. Just let me kill him."

"Not yet."

"Why not?!"

"Because this is our chance for a real rebellion."

She froze, finally stopping her fighting. She turned her head, looking back at him, and he knew that she was giving him a few seconds to explain himself.

So, he did. He told her about the potion, and he told her what he'd done to the fox. He told her about what they could do to the other members of the ruling class in Cornu, how they could free all the rats in the Gaermus Kingdom, if they were careful.

But not if they killed Florus.

Lidochka listened in silence, her head down as she took it all in. He didn't let her go, knowing that the instant that she lunged for the fox lord she would manage that kill. He wouldn't be fast enough to get her pinned a second time, and if that happened, all their plans would go down the drain. He was hoping that she would be smart enough to realize the opportunity that they had and go with it, and that was a weak hope at the best of times. But it was the only hope he had.

Eventually, she nodded.

"You have the potion?"

"Yes."

"It did...this...to you?"

"Stronger. Faster..."

"Hornier?"

"How did you know?"

"You're dripping on my tail," she said, all too matter-of-factly.

"Sorry."

"Fine."

They split, and she didn't jump for the fox. Instead, she held out her hand for the potion, arching an eyebrow.

"Well?"

"He didn't just make me drink it."

"...What else?"

He pointed between her legs. She sighed.

"Of course. Give it to me. I'll handle it."

He passed the vial over, and she immediately took a few drinks of it. Not more than two mouthfuls, but enough to drain the vial by a quarter. She swallowed without complaint - doubtlessly she had swallowed worse - and then spread her legs.

She didn't have any shame as she exposed herself, her sex as smooth as one could imagine. Yet, he saw the look of chemical burns around it, and knew that the rumors of the master applying tightening potions to her were probably true. Those things worked, but they burned through the skin to do their job, marking the flesh and pulling everything together once more.

It was not a clean sort of business, but it was effective.

Despite himself, he watched as she rubbed her clit a few times, tweaking it in a clinical, surprisingly professional movement, almost more like someone pulling a knob or twisting a dial on a machine. He supposed she must have needed to do this for so many clients that she knew her own pleasure points, by now.

As soon as she was wet enough, she leaned back, her long, bald tail swaying slightly along the foot of the bed, her smooth feet up in the air. She held her pussy spread with one hand, two fingers on either side, and slowly tilted the vial to pour into her depths.

It only took a couple of droplets to have an effect.

He grabbed for the vial as she started shaking, her eyes going wide as her hands suddenly went to her thighs. Lidochka gripped herself tightly, her fingers sinking deep through her white fur and probably leaving bruises.

"What...what is it...nnngh!"

She thrust her hips up, her pussy squirting without warning. Remembering what had happened to Florus, he dodged the spray, staying at her side rather than down there. The last thing he needed was for her to suddenly have control of him. He needed to be the one running things.

From the outside, it was a much different show. He watched as her body, for lack of a better word, rippled beneath her fur. It was like her insides were turning into a liquid, then getting pushed out in different shapes, giving her a new, different body to work with.

Her breasts flattened slightly, dropping from her soft Bs to a barely-there A, only to suddenly swell upwards again. He watched as the small things became bigger, and bigger, the fat inside rolling outwards. She'd arch her back and they'd fall towards her face, only to fall back against her again bigger than they'd started. Each time she seized up, gasping, arching her back, she got bigger until her breasts were the size of the large-breasted black jackals of Shani, the kingdom's southern neighbor.

That was not the only change, either. As she squirted again, biting her arm to muffle her screams of pleasure, she grew larger in the hips, too. Her already rich curves spread further, making her wider, thicker, more inclined to draw the eye, more likely to sway with every step that she took. His cock throbbed in hunger for her, but he pushed that down, forcing himself to study the effects.

She was still growing, but no longer in curves. Her muscles were getting stronger, more powerful, more developed. They did not bulge like his, but they swelled her limbs in more subtle ways, spreading through her arms and legs until he knew that a kick or a punch would send the average fox through a wall.

With one final gasp, Lidochka came for the seventh time, and then fell flat on the bed. She panted for breath, slowly shaking her head.

"That...that was..."

"Intense?"

"Amazing."

"It was powerful, for sure."

"Was that what happened with you?"

"Somewhat. I believe..." He glanced at how...productive she'd been, and shook his head. "I believe that you will be able to take control of them through sex, now."

"Heh...are you certain they don't need to drink it first?"

"No, but it won't hurt to find out."

"...It hurts more than you think," she muttered.

Before he could apologize, she rolled to the side of the bed, surprising them both with her new strength, speed, and stamina. She got to her feet, looking puzzled, and reached for one of the other beds.

She shocked them both when she was able to lift it off the ground with one hand. Looking back at him with a mix of awe and fear in her eyes, she carefully lowered it back to the ground, shaking her head.

"How did they..."

"I don't know. But with this, we have a chance."

"Yes...a chance to teach them a lesson."

"A chance to make things right," he reminded her.

"...Yes."

"Do you have clients tonight?"

Her face twisted up, but she nodded.

"Then see what happens. If it works, they'll be helpless to disobey a few seconds after you cum. You can do that with them?"

"If I have my hands free."

"Try."

"Hmmph. Don't tell me what to do."

"It's our best chance, Lidochka. Don't blow it."

The albino rat fixed him with a hot glare, but he met it with a cold stare of his own. They had managed everything so far by the skin of their teeth. If they screwed this up, they would be doomed, and they'd doom the rest of their species along with them. No mistakes, now. No mistakes.

Finally, she nodded in understanding. He nodded back, and turned to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"The kitchen. Isay and Kir are next."

"...Good luck with the mess."

"Thanks."

It didn't take long to get the cooks interested in looking like him. Considering that they were already rather pot-bellied from having to taste everything they cooked - and being used as taste-testers for the more paranoid guests of the house - Isay and Kir were more than willing to be given the potion and test out what it was like being bigger and stronger.

The end results of the transformation was a pair of big black rats, each one with the thick arms of a soldier and the rounded belly of a man just a bit past his prime. They laughed together as they slapped their guts, even turning to jump and bump against each other in joy for the new lease on life.

"Ha! This is the greatest day of my life!" Isay said, the older cook chuckling as he turned to Anastus. "How did you get this?"

"Florus. He was planning on subduing us all with this?"

"What? How could he -"

"He was supposed to get all the muscles, and there's something else, too."

"What?" Kir asked, the younger rat - lacking the silver patches on his chin that the older one hand - finally turning his attention away from his muscles. "Did you give us something else, too?"

"Yes."

"...What's going on, Anastus? You're cooking something, and this chef doesn't know if he likes it yet. What's the dish?" Isay asked.

"...Rebellion."

"..."

"..."

"We finally have a chance, and I'm not going to let us miss it. This potion lets us grow, it makes us stronger, and the best part of it is that we can take control of everyone else."

"Bullshit," Kir said.

"The boy's not wrong," Isay muttered.

"Kir's dead wrong. I've already taken control of Florus."

The cooks stared at him, their eyes wide and their mouths dropping open. Anastus nodded.

"Didn't expect it myself, but it worked."

"How?"

"I...fucked him."

"..." Kir sputtered, his hands gesticulating wildly, but it was Isay that finally managed to ask the question.

"This worked? How?"

"The potion. It changed whatever we shoot when we cum. It makes it control them."

"You mean...if we just..."

The older rat gestured at his cock, and then towards the soup that he was cooking. The bubbling broth was hot and steamy, the meat inside bouncing in the brew. Anastus nodded again.

"It'll be as good as cumming in them, I think."

"Oh...oh..."

Isay's smile grew slowly, and after a moment or two, Kir joined him in the grin. They were slowly figuring it out, gradually seeing what he had seen. There was an opportunity here, considering that Florus was a lord that had a lot of friends, a lot of visitors when he was throwing parties. All it would take was a good blow-out, a dinner party that invited some of the top people in Cornu, and the cooks could capture all of them in one good dish.

However, it did have one little weak point in the plan, which Kir pointed out.

"What if they make us taste-test it again?"

"That's a good point. Would it affect us?" Isay asked. "Or are we immune now?"

"...I don't know. I don't think Florus knows, either. If it's the same person, I think they'd be immune, but if it's someone else..."

The cooks looked at each other. Rumors were that they were already involved with one another, but it was one thing to risk getting found out as lovers. It was another thing to risk getting bound to one or the other for the rest of their lives.

Before Anastus could say anything else, Isay and Kir wrapped an arm around each other's shoulders and nodded.

"We'll do it. Just say when."

"You're sure?"

"It's worth the risk," Isay said. "Never gonna be a better chance, right? And besides...maybe we'll be immune."

Much as he wanted that to be the case, he had a horrible feeling that they wouldn't be. The whole idea of the potion seemed to be to put someone under the direct control of someone else. He imagined that if he fucked Lidochka, or if he put his dick in them, they'd be under his control. Or, well, if he put it in Lidochka's ass; her pussy might actually negate what he was doing.

Who knew? There were too many things that were completely up in the air right then, too many things that they didn't know.

"I'll tell you when it's time. For now, just be careful, and don't touch anyone else. And if the rumors are true..."

"We'll be careful," Kir said, nodding.

"Indeed."

He bid the black rats farewell, leaving the kitchen. It wasn't until he was in the hallways again that he was reminded that he was naked, and that only because of the cool air forcing him to shrink a bit. The brown rat groaned, hissing softly as his cock pulled up a little bit, his balls drawing further in than they had been.

Even so, he walked around like a horse with everything that he had down there. He was completely naked, walking through the home of the master that had been planning on enslaving his entire species, and...and he didn't feel that bad about it. Everything felt completely normal, instead of being completely freaky. He wasn't sure what to do with that, if he was completely honest.

He made his way back to the slave-quarters, finding the fox still waiting there. Florus looked at him, his expression of annoyance fading into one of bliss as the rat's musky scent followed him into the room.

"Master," the fox said, bowing his head with a soft grin.

"Get over here," he muttered, sitting down on one of the beds.

No sooner had he given the command than the fox was darting to him, kneeling down in front of him. Whatever the effects of the potion so far, the fox was definitely feeling it more and more. Maybe it was because of how much the former lord had been forced to take, or maybe there was something about it that caused the effects to grow over time. Either way, it made Florus that much more eager.

And that was not a bad thing, considering his cock was starting to jump up and twitch from excitement. He groaned under his breath, feeling it throbbing, wanting to be buried down a throat.

Mmmph...I haven't been this horny...this needy...in a long time...

He reached down, fondling balls that were too big for a single hand, feeling a shaft that was just under a foot long. He was the most well-hung rat in the building, even including what Isay and Kir had gotten after their transformation. Yet, for all that he had been the one to start it, his cock begged for his attention, encouraging him to give in and allow himself some indulgences.

Grumbling, he let go of it, even as it continued to pulse and throb over the fox's face. Florus sniffed the air, his eyes going hazy, the fox's tongue dangling down. He was going musk-drunk again, getting ready to service the rat.

It was hot, but he needed to hold off a bit.

"When do your relatives get back?"

"Mmm...two weeks..."

"Then you're going to send out invitations for a party in three days."

"Party?"

"Yeah. You're going to pull in your best, most influential friends. Invite them all, promise them the best. And then...then..."

He groaned under his breath, his cock twitching more as the fox kept breathing over the head, his lust rising harder and faster than he was used to. He wanted to grab the former lord and jam him down his shaft...

So he did.

"Fuck it...more later..."

He rammed the fox's lips all the way down to the base of his cock, and Florus only moaned at the rough treatment. Almost immediately, the fox started licking the base of his cock, the underside, and then all the way up the shaft as he pulled back. Every inch of the rat's cock was given the royal treatment, and he moaned under his breath.

There was so much that he still needed to figure out, but this...this was a welcome distraction until he had to do it.

The End