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His brown fur shook as the wind blew around him, and he covered himself up with his long coat to avoid being recognized as he slipped into the alleyway. There was no one back behind the buildings, and the sun was hidden behind layers of clouds, he would have no trouble with being spotted today. The dark red bricks seemed to shoot past as he ran down to the door in the middle of the alley. With a quick glance to both sides, he pulled out a metal prong and shoved it into the chrome handle to the whitewashed door. He jiggled his paws around, his smooth tail flicking nervously behind him, until the soft click of the lock opening was caught by his sensitive ears.

The white door was opened and shut quietly. The rat had broke in this way before. His bare footpaws stepped softly on the cold tiles of the dark gray backrooms, and he hid his large trench coat under a bag of towels while he undressed, t-shirt and jeans coming off like they had all to often before. He stood there in the backrooms, dressed in loose light blue shorts that wouldn't impair the mobility of his legs. One deep breath later, to gather his confidence, and he began navigating the familiar path to the locker rooms while passing piles of dirty clothes and boxes of weights. With the gym staff occupied with their busy time of day, he was able to quietly slip in and look just like any other customer of theirs.

Oh what a clientele they had. Species of all breeds were pumping iron and grunting encouragement to each other, and for a moment the rat stared at the flexing muscles that were visible from beneath the layers of fur that hid them. His ears swiveling to capture every noise that the hunky men made while he walked as calmly and normally as his adrenaline fueled body could. The way the lockers were arranged, there was a small spot where the wall to the shower cut off a row and left a nook just big enough for a small guy like him to hide in. That was his destination. The furs that saw him paid no notice to the small rat that never spent any time developing his muscles into sculptures of fur-coated flesh, but he saw all of them and made sure to mark every detail in his mind.

All to slowly, and too quickly, he arrived at his hiding spot behind a row of lockers. He stripped of his shorts to let his modest sized member out and he closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. The warm scent of the hard earned sweat from a tigers flexing muscles struck him first, hard and swift like a predator that had just gotten his kill, then a soft, earthy, firmness of a hot stallion in his prime. He couldn't stop his paw as it squeeze beads of pre out of his eager cock, and pumped up and down slowly to savor the wonderful scents. He smelled the gray wolf that just walked into the locker room, panting and unknowingly letting his canine, dominant scent into the rat's twitching nose.

His tongue stuck between his teeth as he tried to prevent his squeaking. One of his paws moved to his tailhole to tease it while he thought of each man in the room taking his time to fill the rat up with their cum. He opened his muzzle to pant and he could almost taste the workouts these hulks had been through, each scent fighting for dominance in his nose and causing his tail to sweep the ground slowly in submission. A new sharp smell hit his trained nostrils, from a crocodile or alligator, it was too hard to tell which just by smell, that pulled off his work shoes and let his musk slice through the air while he wiggled his toes. What the rat would give to be the shower for each of these men and lick them clean, to be the towel the used to wipe off the dirt and perspiration that stuck to their hides and crotches.

He panted hard as he worked himself up, the smells gathering in his nose pressing his buttons. The next smell was the strongest and one that he wanted to smell the most. The wolf had taken the bench behind where the rat had hidden himself and was unwrapping his not-so-flaccid cock from a wet and sticky jock strap. The rat's cock spurted so hard it his the rat on his closed eyes. The warm, almost spicy aroma from the wolf's crotch sunk deep into his dreams. He imagined the taste of it, suckling on it and the wolf's pre filling his muzzle with his masculine twang, and the image of the wolf penetrating the soft ring of muscles on his tailhole was enough to make the rat stick one of his fingers into himself to stimulate the feeling. He licked into the air to get more of the deliciousness from the wolf into himself, only to find the tiger had removed his clothes too and that mingled with the wolf to conjure worse, or better, images in his mind.

The air mixed with the clingy cloud of their cocks and sweaty balls was like a heavy blanket that pinned the poor rat to the floor in submission to its will. Thought the fog of lust and pheromones his own cock was spurting into the air trickled into the heavy air, it was fought back by the strength of the wolf and tiger's as well as the penetrating smell of a crocodile's dick that seemed to be pushed through the locker room by his swinging tail. He pumped his cock slowly, trying to keep his climax from coming but in his mind the three wouldn't let that happen and he dug his finger into his pleasure button. Biting his lips, he swiftly moved the paw from his tailhole to the tip of his cock, which caught all of his light smelling cum. Unable to resist the feeling, he stuck two of his cum-coated fingers back into his tailhole, and he pretended it was the semen from one of the three while he wished that he could truly smell them cum and make his fur sticky.

The rat cock never softened with the cloud of manly forces forcing his arousal. The horse had just gotten back out of the showers, and in his head the wet slaps of horses footpaws were actually the sound of the muscled men pounding at his slicked hole. And he was back to humping his paw again, thrusting his digits into his tailhole harder. Someone new walked into the room, and from the smell he had to be huge, hung with muscles and large rod. The fog from him slapped the rat across the face and invaded his senses. The odor was thicker than the others, earthy with a touch of something like citrus, and when the rat opened his maw to moan he felt taste of him on his tongue. He hilted a third digit into his tailhole, as he realized that it was a bull. He barely stopped his squeaking begs to be taken from spilling out of his muzzle. He could hear the barefoot bull work his was closer and his mind hoped that it was to meet the rat and fill him with his ruling scent, and he could taste the bull's cock as he smelled it in air when the presumable tight jockstrap that imprisoned it fell away.

He humped his dick into his paw even harder when he smelled arousal wafting off of the muscled beast. If anything it made the scent of the bull even stronger until it was the only thing the rat could smell. He turned his head towards the smell unconsciously, his whiskers flicking to find the source of the wonder pheromones. The rat pounded at his tailhole even harder as his mind's eye showed the big bull plowing his ass long and hard after and stretching him past what the others had before, the long juicy thing slamming into his prostate, forcing strands of pre to fly out of his cock, and reaching so deep into the rat that he could barely imagine it. He felt his second climax quickly following, and he panted even harder as he was eager to feel sweet release in his bath of sweaty smells.

His eyes flickered open once. What he saw made him jump, his cock began shooting its mess all over the rat when his digits dug deep into the rat's ass. He shook as his orgasm rippled through his form, making him squeak in submissiveness as he gave in. He opened his eyes again to see the almost giant looking brown bull from his position on the floor. His muscled were thick and his cock was long and wide, nearly exactly as his mind had made him look.

"Looks like I caught my pest problem after all." The Bull smiled.