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"Go, Nathan! Go with your sister!"

"No, ma... I want to stay with you..." Tears welled up in his mother's eyes.

"I'll find you soon, baby... Don't worry. I love you, little one. Daddy and I will see you again..." She glanced at the handsome white male beside her. He nodded at the rat pup, forcing himself to smile reassuringly, and blinked tears from his crimson eyes. Nathan's sister grabbed his paw.

"You heard mam and da, Nate. We'll see them again..." Nathan looked from his parents to his sister.

"Why are you all crying...?" He whispered. His father wrapped his strong arms around his wife and children, pulling them close.

"No matter what happens, be strong... I love you both so much... Ana, take care of your brother." The young female nodded slowly, their father continued, "Nathan, listen to your sister. You're tough for a wee bloke, but she's sharp and-" Screams and shouts from outside interrupted them. Nathan watch his beautiful mother cry silently, her paws pressed against her swollen belly, her mate released their pups, still holding on to his terrified wife. "Go!" he hissed. "Quickly!!" Ana stifled a sob as she lead her brother through the narrow opening in the wall, leading out into the night. Nathan looked back over his shoulder to see his father and mother pressed closely together. Tears matting their fur.

*THUMP!* "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Nathan shot upright, squirming around wildly as drops of icy water dripped past his ears and snaked their way down his back. He'd arranged a sort of make-shift shelter out of old produce crates and rope. Though drafty and poorly put together, it felt like it should keep him warmer. Mind over matter, or an actual fact, Nathan was comfortable... At least until something had landed atop his 'house', showering him with collected drops of moisture. Nathan ran his fingers through his matted fur, fluffing it up as best he could to try and make himself dry. No luck. The combination of rain and grease had done a number on him and despite his furious attempts to groom himself, Nathan was a vision of grime.

Wiggling out from under the crates, the rat peeked up over his shelter to see what had dropped on top. He smiled gleefully. Apples. He looked around casually. Crates of produce lined the pier. Barrels of foreign beer, boxes of apples, nets carrying exotice fruits he had never even seen before. Nathan marveled at how he'd managed to sleep through a docking. Ships usually announced their pressence with long loud blasts and cheers from the crew, having arrived safely after a voyage once more. His spirits fell as he eyed the new comers. Rats. Stripped to their fur with chains around their necks. Both young and old, silently unloading the ship as their masters looked on. That's why the ship hadn't blared it's arrival. He knew they wanted to get this over quickly without anyone knowing they were there. As much of a slum as the city was, they didn't tolerate slavery.

Riots had broken out before when slave ships passed through. The merchants lost several prisoners, not to mention several fellow merchants. Nathan found himself looking for famlier faces. Dreading the thought of seeing anyone from back home at the hands of these monters. Though these rats were bigger, broader, than his people. They had strong features and the adults stood a good head taller than himself. No, these rats weren't from Ireland. Nathan wrestled with relief and disgust. Happy to see that these rats weren't his fellow Irish, but, at the same time, enraged to see slavery spreading. The bell tower sang it's haunting song to the dilapidated slums. Half past six, he'd better get moving. He pinched two apples, no one would miss them, and set out for the west side.

Nathan whistled cheerfully despite the scene he'd wittnessed that morning. Life went on, whether you wanted it to or not, no point moaning about what you can't change, and HE was off to his first paying job. He smiled. Well... first job where the money giver paid him willingly, that is. He wiped one of the apples on his coat, probably only succeeding to make it dirtier, and bit into it. He sighed happily as his teeth pierced the skin, pouring sweet juice into his maw. Fruit was a rare treat.

The scenery began to change. Boarded up old shacks were slowly replaced by quaint little homes, and impressive manor houses as he progressed from the slums to the richer side of town. The air became heavy with the smell of burning coal and wood, mixed in with the aroma of oven-cooked food. Baked foods were never seen at the docks. A real man can survive with a frying pan and a pack of matches. The rat paused as he came upon Blooresdale, running his tongue over his lips. He'd trade his other apple for a ciggarette in a heart beat. Sighing, he took the fruit from his pocket and turned down the street towards the promise of a new start.

"Excuse me, sir...?" The rat confronted a rather angry looking ocelot who was passing by. The feline scowled at him in disgust.

"What are YOU doing HERE?" he waved a paw, indicating the fine manor houses all around them. "Shouldn't you be peddling drugs, or chasing harlots down by the wharf?" Nathan bristled at the remark, but bit back an angry retort.

"Where can I find 213 Blooresdale?" he asked coldly. The ocelot grimmaced.

"Where do you think?" he spat, pointing to the big gold numbers above a majestic and covoluted gate on the left side of the street. 213. Nathan tipped his hat to the feline.

"Didn't see that, thank you, sir." The cat grumbled something about "useless bums" and continued on his way, nose raised high in the air. Nathan shook his head as he watched the cat leave. "Bastard." He approached the gate slowly, admiring it's details. Winged lions dancing with griffins. Black iron vines that made up the bars of the gate twisted around their ankles and up their miniature chests. He couldn't help but run his paw over the intricate patterns, marveling at how anyone could twist metal into such beauty. Nathan assumed it was Italian made based on the style and detail. He scanned the brick pillars on either side. "Ah." a small bronze bell poked out from the ivy plants that snaked their way down the dark red stone. Nathan rang it and waited. Nothing. He rang once more and waited.

"I hear you! I hear you! Patience!" A disgruntled looking badger appeared on the other side of the gate. "Ah! New fellow." He removed a key from his coat pocket, unlocking the gate. He pushed it open just enough for the rat to squeeze through. The stout old badger was sporting a rather heavy looking pair of work boots, brown breaches and a black wool jacket. Nathan waited while the badger locked up. "Follow me, boy. Come on, come on!" the older male walked with a limp, but he tore up the grey brick driveway quickly forcing Nathan to jog along behind him. Nathan gazed wide eyed at the house as they closed in on it. It was enormous. Almost a palace. Towering above the neighboring homes, dwarfing them in not only size, but elegance. There must have been a balcony for each room. It looked more like an extravigant top-notch hotel rather than someone's home. The badger looked back over his shoulder. "I'm Jacob. I'm the gatekeeper. What's your name, kid?"

"Nathaniel." Nathan panted, struggling to keep up.

"Well, Nathaniel, you'll be in charge of the gardens. You'll sleep in the servant's quarters, but Martha will take you through all that." He stopped. "Here we are. You will use the servant's door. The main door only opens for the Master, his daughter, and guests." Nathan followed the badger's gaze to a pair of aristocratic French doors. They must have been about ten feet high and twelve feet across. Above them, two winged lions were carved in gold above a detailed depiction of a wolf in ebony. He heard a whistle and shook his head, startled. The badger was beckoning him forward towards the doors. It was then that Nathan noticed a small entrance within one of the doors itself, the little gold handle was all that really gave it away. Jacob opened it for him and waved him in with his paw. "This door will be left open during the day. If, for some reason, you need to get outside at night, use the back door. Only Martha and I have keys for either door, so you'll have to find one of us to get in or out after dark." Nathan turned to face the badger.

"Than-" The door closed.

The rat looked around in awe. Paintings and tapestries covered every inch of wallspace, each trimmed by gorgeous crimson curtains edged in gold. The floor was black marble, the ceiling painted with more griffins and winged lions. Everywhere he looked there seemed to be something priceless and delicate looking. He was afraid to move.

"Well would you look what the master found this time!"

Nathan jumped. A dragoness was making her way briskly down the hall towards him. She wore a simple royal blue dress that complimented her pearl scales and cream coloured horns. Her muzzle was shorter than most dragons, but ended in a wicked point. Despite her fiesty appearance, Nathan could tell she was gentle. She had a brightness to her eyes that reassured him greatly.

"Martha, I pressume?" He smiled and she nodded curtly.

"Yes. You're Nathaniel. Lord Walliams told me you'd be coming." She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she stopped before him. "Looks like I have my work cut out for me." Nathan frowned and looked at the floor, feeling his face become hot under his fur. It wasn't his fault he was dirty. Martha seemed to read his thoughts and softened her tone. "Now then. I'm sure you'd enjoy a bath and a hot breakfast wouldn't you?" Nathan grinned at her and she smiled back. "Follow me."

Nathan hurried after the dragoness as they passed more paintings down the long hallway. Most of them were portraits of wolves and foxes, though he saw one or two of proud looking equines, and even a few battle scenes. Martha seemed to find amusement in Nathan's awe. "That jaw of yours is going to drop right off if you don't close it soon." she laughed as he closed his mouth and blushed. "Here we are!" she chirped. She turned through a small archway and down a flight of stone steps. The lighting here was dull, and there were no paintings on the white walls. Nathan could detect the scent of food creeping up the stairs and his mouth began to water. Martha looked back at him and saw the hunger in his expression. "Bath first. You're not entering the kitchens in that state." she scolded. Nathan kept quiet, he wasn't complaining. A bath was going to be heavenly.

They passed through a large room with two long wooden tables. The walls were no longer covered in fine wood panals, but stones piled atop one another. Simple, rustic, homey. Nathan smiled and relaxed a little as Martha opened a small wooden door and beckoned him through. The room was filled with steam and the fragrance of various soaps and perfumes. He shivered excitedly at the thought of being clean, already feeling relieved as the sweet smelling steam condensed on his fur. Martha smiled at him. "Just one thing we need to take care of first." She passed by a large stone tub and opened another door at the other side of the room. "Come come!"

The pair stepped out into a circular chamber. A single window up near the ceiling was the only source of light. Nathan could see a few roots poking through the stones that made up the wall. They must have been about eight feet under ground. Nathan removed his cap as he saw they were not alone. A lioness, wearing the same royal blue dress as Martha, curtsied as they entered. Nathan gave her a warm smile.

"Hello." The feline smiled back, but said nothing. She turned to Martha who was looking at Nathan.

"Beatrice is going to check you for lice." She told him. Nathan blushed and looked at the floor.

"Oh... uh... you don't need to check me. I er... know I have them." Martha nodded as he finished.

"Strip." she instructed. Nathan stared at her wide eyed.

"'Scuse me?"

"We're going to de-louse you. Remove your clothes please, Nathaniel." Nathan shifted awkwardly.

"Well I-" Beatrice cut him off,

"We're not ASKING you." Nathan blushed again and removed his coat, setting it on the floor. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped out of it, exposing his muscular physique. He could tell the females were surprised that he wasn't sickly looking. Though thin from his lack of nourishment, he was strong. He kicked off his boots before unbuttoning his pants in the front and above his tail, sliding them down over his ankles. Finally, he dropped his cap onto the pile of clothes and stood, exposed and embarrassed, in front of the two females. Martha looked at his clothes and winced.

"They'll have to be burned." Nathan turned to her.

"Oh please, no, ma'am! They're all I have left from home..." Martha sighed and waved a clawed hand in exasperation.

"Fine, fine, boiled then. However, you'll be supplied with new clothes for work. What you wear off grounds in none of our concern, but while you're here you'll dress in what we give you, clear?" Nathan nodded.

Beatrice set a stool infront of him and motioned for him to sit. She held a small comb and a glass bottle full of a black liquid.

"This may sting a little." she warned him. "But it kills the lice and their eggs." Before Nathan could say anything, the lioness poured a small ammount of the liquid onto the back of his head. He squeaked in surprise as the cold syrup-like substance trickled down his neck, creating a prickling sensation wherever it touched. It smelled like coal and whiskey. Beatrice pressed her fingertips against him and began massaging the soapy poision into a foam, spreading it up on top of his head, down his neck, and carefully around his ears. She handed the bottle to him. "This will go a lot faster if you can get the front please." she paused. "And please get around your genitals, but be careful. It'll burn like hell if it touches the tip of your sheath." she warned. Nathan blushed again at the thought of touching his goods in front of this stranger, but he did as he was told.

After a very lengthy, uncomfortable run in with the de-lousing comb, Nathan was called into the bathroom by Martha. She smiled as she saw his excitement at the prospect of a bath and handed him a bucket. "It's cold." she warned, "But the bath is warm. You'll just want to get all that poison off of you so you don't have to soak in it." Nathan nodded and took the bucket from the dragoness. "Stand above the drain please." She pointed to a small dip in the floor. Nathan stood above it, tilted his head back, and poured the frigid water down his front, careful to save half for his head and back. Despite the cold, Nathan sighed happily as the water washed away the grime. He leaned forward and poured the rest over his head so it ran down his back and legs. Martha beckoned him forward and he eagerly complied, climbing into the warm soapy water of the bath. The dragoness laughed warmly at the look of sheer contentment on his face as he began to scrub his arms and chest, delighting in the sensation as months of filth washed out of his fur.

"Thank you for this." He smiled at Martha. "I've only been able to afford the money to go to the bathhouse a few times since I've lived here, and I've had no home of my own." Martha smiled back at him.

"Ah well, I'm just doing my job, dear. You're most welcome though. You get behind those ears of yours!"

Nathan was left alone with new clothes, a towel, and a soft hair brush. He found it rather funny that he suddenly had privicy. As if being clean meant he deserved more respect. He murred happily as he dried and brushed his fur. He was very proud of his coat. Dark grey with a white triangle on his chest. He'd always been pleased that he had the "English Irish" coat colour, and it was smooth as silk with a nice healthy shine when it was clean. The bites on his body left by the lice still stung a little, but it felt so good not to be itchy. He picked up the clothes left for him. Brown breaches, a white cotton button-up shirt, and a wool jacket to match Jacob's attire. He stepped out into the dining room where Martha and Beatrice were waiting for him. Beatrice smiled, her yellow eyes taking him in.

"You clean up nicely! You're really quite handsome, you know." Martha clicked her tongue disapprovingly at the young lioness, but winked at Nathan.

"Let's get you something to eat then." She chirped. "Oatmeal and warm milk with honey?" Nathan grinned.

"That sounds wonderful."

Nathan was ecstatic. Clean, a full belly, new clothes... this was a dream come true. He spent the afternoon with Martha while she showed him around the grounds and servant's quarters. Nathan was to tend to the gardens and any out door maintenance. He was to make sure the stoves were always stalked with coal, and that there was hot water ready in the main bath house at all times.

"You will be paid a dollar a week." she told him, "It's not much, but keep in mind you've a warm bed to sleep in, access to baths, and your meals are all supplied. You have Sunday's off. Any questions?" Martha looked at him intently. Nathan shook his head. "Good. You will refer to Lord Walliams as "Master Walliams", "Sir", or "Lord". You are not to visit the upstairs floors unless the master or his daughter request you do so, you are not to leave the ground without permission, you are not to speak with guests of the master or his daughter unless they address you first. Do you understand?" Nathan nodded. "Good. You have the rest of the day to wander. Locked doors are locked for a reason." she paused "And don't get into too much trouble, dear."

Nathan wandered around the massive house into the garden out back. It was really quite beautiful, despite the fact that winter had put all ove the plants to rest. He could see what looked like rosebushes and smiled to himself at the thought of tending them in the spring. He made his way casually down the brick pathways, around inactive fountains, and sad looking benches. He frowned at the lack of life in this garden. Even a winter garden should have that energy... that promise of new life come spring. This garden seemed scared to be alive... like it was hiding from something, or perhaps mourning, in solitude, the loss of a dear friend.

"It just hasn't been the same out here since mother died." Nathan let out a startled yelp and spun around.

She the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

She was a wolfox. The tail, submissive manner, and slender ears of a fox, but the well defined face of a lupine, and eyes as blue-grey and soulful as the sea. Long black wavey locks flowed down to her waist. Her fur gave her the look of a fox in the shodows of a forest, an almost calico pattern. Black fur ran from her paws to her elbows, and from the tip of her muzzle up around her eyes. A small diamond-shaped patch of white fur decorated her chest, drawing his attention to her supple young breasts. His eyes continued to stray downward, drinking her in before his gaze settled on her fully developed hips. She was gorgeous... and he was oggling her. Nathan blushed furiously and looked away.

"I-I'm sorry ma'am!" he stuttered. "Y-you startled me!" He heard the wolf vixen giggle and he looked back at her. She was smiling at him.

"I saw you from my room." she said softly. "I thought I'd come introduce myself." This time it was her turn to blush. She looked around sheepishly before leaning forward and saying in a voice that was almost a whisper, "Don't tell my father though... He never lets me leave our grounds, no matter where we are." She straightened, "We don't have any male servants other than old Jacob, who Father trusts, and the gardner. Father doesn't mind me talking to him because he likes men." Nathan stared at her for a moment before smiling.

"Your father doesn't trust you around men?" The wolfox's eyes burned into him as he said this.

"My father doesn't trust men around me." Nathan's smile disappeared and he looked at the ground.

"I'm sorry, miss... I meant no offense." She giggled again and he looked up at her.

"None taken. You seem nice enough, what's your name?" Her ears perked.

"Nathan." He extended a paw, she sniffed it like a well mannered young canine should and smiled up at him.

"I'm Liah." Her ears twitched as the chime of a bell pierced the frozen air. "And I'm late for dinner! It was nice meeting you, Nathan! I hope to talk to you again!"

He watched her until she was gone from his sight.

Nathan got back to the servan't quarters before dark. His fellow workers were still up and about doing their work, but he wasn't alone as he ate his supper. He invited the timid little mouse who served him his dinner to join him as he ate.

"Everyone's in such a hurry." he commented. "You can't still be working, have a seat." The mouse girl smiled brightly.

"You're right. I think I'm done for today. The dishes from the master's dinner are washed, the servant's meals are prepared." she waved a paw casually. "You can all wash your own dishes tonight." Nathan laughed.

"That's the spirit!" He learned her name was Natasha, and she'd met Lord Walliams in Russia. When Nathan asked her how they'd met, her face fell slightly and she looked at her paws cupped in her lap. She'd been working as a prostitute.

Nathan stretched, savouring the feeling of fresh linens against his naked body. He lay in his bed, under a pile of soft blankets, and replayed the day in his head. Just this morning he'd woken up a grimey tramp under shipping crates, and now he'd fall asleep a clean, well fed working rat in a real bed with a reason to wake up in the morning. He couldn't help but wonder if all the servants were hookers that the wolf had taken in off the streets. What did that make him? There was no way Martha had been a harlot. He couldn't picture the fiesty dragoness bending over willingly for someone. The rat closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. It wasn't long before sleep took him.

He dreamt of Liah that night. She was sprawled out nude on a pile of ropes and fishing nets by the pier. Her silky black hair draped out around her, her tail swaying slowly back and forth between her legs. She knew he was watching her and she grinned mischeiviously, sliding her paws over her delicate breasts, her fingertips toying with her little pink nipples. She spread her legs so he could see her arousal matted in with her fur. Her heat dripping down the inside of her thighs and onto the piles of flotsam beneath her. The alluring scent of estrus toyed with him. Teasing his rathood from it's sheath. He called out to the beautiful little vixen, but no sound came from his lips. Liah tilted her head and looked at him.

"Anything you want from me. Just ask." She giggled and slipped two fingers between her legs, moaning his name softly...

"NATHANIEL! Wake UP!" Beatrice was shaking him.

"Huwhuh?" He grunted. The lioness tousled his head fur playfully.

"Breakfast! If you don't eat now, you don't eat!" She turned away from him and headed out the door. Nathan caught himself sniffing after her, attempting to pick up a trace of female arousal.

"Oh Gods, what's wrong with me..." he muttered, shaking his head. He dressed, carefully tucking his erection out of sight.

Nathan had difficulty focusing on his eggs and kippers. His cock was throbbing almost painfully in his trousers as he tried to get Liah off his mind. Beatrice saw his discomfort and hid her grin behind a mug of tea. She detected the lust in the air when she'd entered his room, and knew exactly what was going through his mind. Nathan shoveled his meal into his maw quickly. He remembered seeing a small garden shed behind the manor. He would sneak off there before he began his days work and take care of his arousal.

The shed was dark, full of various gardening supplies and tools. He settled on a pile of burlap sacks that, by the way they smelled, must have been full of some sort of fertilzer. He pressed his paw against the thin fabric of his breaches, moving in a slow circular motion against his swollen balls. It had been years since he'd first mated, and his lust was becoming uncontrolable. He'd only ever mounted one female, but he'd craved it day and night ever since, and pawed off shamelessly. He stroked the bulge in his pants, and moaned softly. He thought about Liah. Her perky little breasts, her firm backside... He thought of how wonderful it would feel to bury his length inside her, to feel her virgin muscles tense around his shaft as he pumped in and out of her, to hear her cry out in pleasure as he triggered her sexual awakening. To make her belong to him.

He grinned as he unbuttoned his trousers, his now fully erect cock springing free, leaking pre onto the bags of fertilzer. He shivered with pleasure as he began stroking his member, running a finger tip up the underside of his shaft, softly groping his full furry balls. He grasped his erection tightly, grunting as he began to slide his paw up and down, faster and faster, squeezing his sac gently as that delicious pressure began to build at the base of his shaft. He groaned lustily, his tail twitching with excitement. Nathan thought of Liah again. Taking her gently, being her first. The sound of her laughter imprinted in his mind. That adorable musical tone she spoke with. He imagined her bent over in front of him. Looking back at him... begging him to mount her... whimpering longingly as he pressed his cockhead against her eager opening... "Oh Gods!" He cried out, squeezing himself harder, spurting ropes of hot, sticky cum onto the dirt floor of the shed. The rat moaned in ecstacy as his seed shot from his cock, painting the floor, dripping down his shaft, covering his paws and balls, running down the side of the burlap sacks beneath him. He slowed down, milking out the last of his cum. The air was heavy with the scent of male arousal and he grinned with pride. The door of the shed banged open. Nathan froze, his paw still on his dick. There was no point trying to hide what he was doing. Busted.

"What the fuck...?" Nathan didn't recognize the voice. A young male squirrel stepped forward, his eyes wide, a grin flickering across his muzzle. "Who are you?" Nathan saw him eyeing his goods and covered himself as best he could.

"I uh... the new groundskeeper..." His face was on fire. The squirrel sniggered.

"Making yourself right at home huh, ratty?" Nathan looked at the floor, humilitated. The stranger reached out and touched the tip of his nose playfully. "Awww... I won't tell anyone, cutie. Don't worry." he paused "Not if you let me clean that up for you." Nathan looked up at him, eyes wide.

"You're... you're KIDDING! W-why?! I d-don't even know who you ARE!" He sputtered. The squirrel boy blushed furiously and looked at the floor.

"I've been working for Lord Walliams for a long time... I er... haven't really gotten a chance to satisfy my urges as we've been traveling around so much and I never really get to meet any other males, and I wouldn't even ATTEMPT to make a move on Jacob, though I understand if you're not interested in guys..." he eyed the rat-cock hungrily, his mouth watering "but oh Gods what I would give just to taste you... I know this is way too forward..." the squirrel looked down at him mischeiviously. "But I could get you in trouble for wanking on the job, you know. Your first day working too, isn't it?" Nathan gaped, at a loss for words.

"You can't be serious."

"Oh I'm dead serious, ratty boy." Nathan looked up at the cheeky little squirrel. He had him by the balls, and he knew it. Nathan forced an awkward smile. No point arguing.

"Er... well, I can't go about my work covered in my own spooge anyway now can I?" The red squirrel grinned and licked his lips, getting onto his knees and positioning himself between the rat's legs. He sniffed for a moment, savouring the larger male's delicious musky scent. Nathan felt himself turn an even deeper shade of read beneath his fur. "You don't waste any time, do you?" The squirrel grinned at him.

"Well we both have to get to work."

"Oh uh... just a quick question..." Nathan said. The other male waited patiently."I'm Nathan. You're the gardener right? What's your name?" The squirrel smiled cutely.

"Marcus."

Marcus began slowly, lapping up the warm sticky rat seed and murring happily as the cum coated his tongue. The musky bitter-sweet spooge dripping off Nathan's sheath and onto the squirrel's muzzle. Nathan grunted, his shaft began to harden once more as the cute little squirrel worked his way up to his sheath. Marcus pulled away for a moment, licking his lips excitedly. "Can I take care of that for you...?" he asked, sliding his paw slowly down Nathan's cock, causing it to stiffen completely. Nathan moaned and blushed again.

"M-Marcus... I... I'm not-"

"Gay. I know, Nathan..." Marcus sucked gently on the tip for a moment, getting another moan out of the rat. "You don't have to... and I don't expect anything in return. Just..." he stared hungrily at the Nathan's length, now bobbing along to the rat's heartbeat. "You taste so good..." Nathan panted heavily, looking down at the squirrel who was staring up at him expectantly. The rat nodded and Marcus grinned. He leaned forward excitedly, taking the cock in his mouth and letting out a muffled murr. Nathan leaned back and gasped.

"Oh Gods... Marcus I... uhn..." He grunted as the squirrel began rolling his soft tongue under his cockhead, cupping his balls in his other paw. Marcus stroked up and down Nathan's shaft for a moment, tickling the sensative flesh with his pawpads before moving his head up and down slowly, taking Nathan deeper and deeper each time. The rat groaned excitedly and placed his paws on Marcus' head, forcing the squirrel to take his full eight inches.

Marcus relaxed his throat as the rat's cockhead slipped into it. Nathan cried out as the squirrel suckled on his meat, he had never been deep throated before and the sensation sent waves of pleasure throughout his body as he coated the little male's throat with pre. Marcus' nose twitched excitedly as he pulled back for a moment, catching his breath and gulping down a mouthful of precum. His bushy tail flicked about behind him and Nathan grinned. He loved how well you can read a squirrel by it's tail. The rat pressed his hips forward slightly as he felt his pelvic muscles contract. "I-I'm coming!" he warned. Marcus pressed his muzzle forward, letting Nathan's cock slide down his throat once more. "Mmmm... AH FUCK!" Nathan gasped and let go, shooting his seed deep into the squirrel's belly. Marcus pulled back a little so his maw was pumped full of the rat's cum, gulping it down as he prepared for the next load.

Closing his eyes, he savoured the satisfaction as his prize filled his mouth again and again. Finally Nathan relaxed, his frenzied moans and whimpers subsided and he panted, relieved. Marcus continued to suckle the rat cock for a moment longer, making sure he'd gotten every last drop before sitting back and licking his muzzle happily. He smiled at his fellow rodent.

"Thanks for that, Nathan." Nathan grinned rather stupidly.

"You're welcome..." Marcus giggled at his new found friend and Nathan reached up to give the squirrel an affectionate scratch behind the ears. Marcus chirped happily and got to his feet.

"Time for work, ratboy."

~To be continued~