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Dark Refuge Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Lvgreed2k

It was a still and quiet night, too still and quiet for Frank. The city was washed in a violet and green glow from the street lights, surrounding the city in an aura of industry. High above the blinking lights of the interstate flightway could be seen as people criss-crossed the country in a domain once reserved exclusively for primitive aircraft and birds... Now both were gone. In a way, it felt like everything was gone to Frank.

The young man stood on one of the promenades that stretched between buildings, the elevated walkways laid out in a complex web to allow at least some sunlight to penetrate as many layers down as possible, but it was still a city built atop a past shrouded in secrets. A bittersweet smelling wind blew across Frank, his short well groomed brown hair rippling with the breeze. He still wore the light gray tunic that all students wore, but the emblem of his family name had been torn from the chest... torn out by his father.

It had all come crashing down so quickly. After years of keeping the secret, Frank couldn't bear the burden alone anymore... He had tried to approach his parents, to tell them the truth, the truth he had always known. He was attracted to males, he was homosexual, what they had once called gay... He had hoped for support, for comfort, at least for understanding. He hadn't received anything of the sort. At first Frank's father tried to assure him it was a mistake, a phase at most. Then he reminded Frank that it was a crime that didn't just affect the individual, it affected the entire family... In light of global pandemics and wars, there was no use for a human that wouldn't reproduce... and there were strict laws to keep it from ever happening.

The words still echoed in his head, the bitter and poisonous words. When Frank had refused to take back being gay, Frank's father had called him every name in the dictionary and even several Frank had never heard of before... and then Frank's father had done everything he needed to in order to protect himself and his wife. The families of homosexuals were equally to blame as the individual, so Frank no longer had any family. He was cut off, thrown out, he had no last name, no home. His father had even deactivated his SSN card. He was no longer a person in the eyes of the system.

Frank stood on the promenade, still in shock. His entire life had been taken away. He couldn't even go back to the lie now, the truth had dismantled his world. Frank moved to lean over the guard rail of the promenade, debating whether or not he should just end his life... but there were protection fields to prevent suicides, not to mention strict laws against that as well... It seemed every option was closed to Frank.

The young man leaned against the rail for minutes, then the minutes became hours. The bittersweet wind turned from hot to chillingly cold and the silence of a city asleep was replaced with a distant rumbling. Thick, black clouds rolled toward the city, the light pollution barely able to penetrate the layers of moisture. The rumble grew louder and then came the soft sound of trillions of rain drops falling from the sky, landing on every building and every walkway in equal measure... Nature was the one thing society hadn't yet controlled, the one thing that was equal and impartial to everyone... As much as Frank liked it, it was still very cold.

For an instant Frank thought to run home, but his shoulders hunched as he realized that was impossible. All the citizens of the city were so integrated it was hard to think outside the parameters of normalcy. He searched his brain for any idea of refuge... Was there any place he could go to get away from the elements without being carded or arrested? The moments dragged on as Frank combed his memory, the rain soaking into his tunic and matting down his hair. While Frank had grown no closer to an answer in his own mind, a brief glimpse of movement in the shadows below provided one.

"The undercity!" he whispered to himself in a great epiphany. In their eagerness to build their perfect cities, humans had merely built right on top of their old ones. Beneath the seemingly perfect utopia operated by computers and order was a forgotten history. There could be shelter, supplies... but there could also be great danger. Children's stories were full of warnings of the dire consequences to those who left the land of light, but Frank knew there was no other choice. He no longer had any place in society. He was a no one.

Frank took a long breath, steeling his resolve before he began walking. He made his way to the lift before pausing, realizing it required his card. Once more his mind struggled to provide him with information deemed useless, and then he remembered... There were still stairs to be used in the event of a complete catastrophe, though everyone would likely be too traumatized by the lack of their technology to remember. Frank soon found an innocuous door marked with the emergency exit emblem, passed through it and began his descent. He knew he could make it to the lowest levels of the city, but from there... it would be a grand adventure.

****

The rain had continued to fall in endless blankets, the water funneled down and through the city before dumping down towards the forgotten lands below in great deluges. Frank had made it to the bottom level of the city until the only thing lighting his path were the small pale green emergency lights embedded in the walls and the faint yellow glow of the security barrier keeping anyone from jumping to their death. It was a dead end, but it was not entirely without merit. There was no wind that far down, the rain didn't make it onto the landing and there was faint heat from one of the city's great reactors. It had been enough for Frank to curl into a ball and sleep... and sleep.

For many hours Frank had a dreamless sleep, his body too shocked to risk nightmares... but eventually the images started to return, turning sour and disrupting Frank. Frank shivered, his arms hugged around him before his eyes opened... and fell across a most shocking and peculiar sight. Crouching on the half-wall surrounding the landing was a young man, no more than twenty or twenty two... His brown hair was shaggy and greasy, a mustache covered his upper lip and thick brown sideburns reached all the way to his jaw. His clothes were strange sewn-together things, feet bare and his toenails long and yellowed.

"Hey, you a lost one?" The man asked, his voice strangely soft despite his gruff exterior. Frank was still frozen in fear. Even the man's teeth were yellow as he spoke. The man smirked before he pounced from his perch, landing on all fours, tilting his head. He leaned in and gave Frank a sniff, his nostrils flaring before he gave a yellow toothed grin, "Ah, only a day out huh... Well, welcome to the neighborhood." He said. Frank was utterly dumbfounded.

"Who... what are you?" Frank whispered.

"He speaks!" The strange man chuckled before he promptly sat on his haunches. A spicy, musky scent engulfed Frank, causing him to blink and wrinkle his nose. The man steepled his fingers together, his fingernails long and sharp as he considered, "I am a scavenger, an under-dweller. Me and my kind live in the shadows, the gutters, in the under city. We can't live in the world above so we make our way in the world below." The man explained. Frank's shoulders slumped.

"I guess I wasn't the only one to think of it." Frank said. The man chuckled again, moving over to sling both arms around Frank. Frank's eyes watered as he was exposed directly to the man's scent, though after a moment he realized that while it was strong, it wasn't exactly bad... It was just a smell no man in the upper city ever developed.

"So you were coming to join us all on your own, you just didn't realize it... Poor mouse, don't worry. You've got a home with us, we'll look after you." The man said.

"You... You would? But... I don't know how to do anything; I don't have anything to offer." Frank whispered. The unusual man chuckled.

"Sure you do! You can offer us helping hands, and we can teach you skills. It'll all work out. We don't leave anyone behind, we're already the left behind." He smirked.

"I don't even know your name." Frank said softly.

"And I don't even know yours." The man grinned, exposing his yellow teeth again. Frank leaned back just a bit, though he was still being hugged.

"Frank, Frank..." he paused, "Oh, I guess... I don't have a surname anymore..." Frank said softly.

"Nice to meet you Frank, I'm Rada." The man said.

"Rada, nice to meet you." Frank replied, looking into the green eyes of his new friend for a long moment... realizing something was different about that gaze, it was unlike anything he had shared with anyone before. It was somehow deeper, somehow truer... and then the impossible happened. Rada leaned in and gave Frank a kiss.

Frank's eyes went wide in shock for a hundred reasons. Being homosexual was one of the highest crimes, one he was guilty of... Here he was, kissing another man in public... and what a strange kind of man. Frank could taste cheese and bread and meat and sauce, he could taste a dozen meals in Rada's mouth... a dozen delicious meals... Frank was so hungry, all he wanted was a taste. He couldn't resist.

Slowly Frank's lips parted, as did Rada's. Frank's tongue slowly snuck forward, exploring his friend's mouth, tasting everything. Frank shivered as Rada's saliva poured into his mouth. Rada reached up and ran his fingers through Frank's short hair, holding him close. Frank's shock started to melt away, replaced by something very new... hope. If the left behind were this open on first meeting, they wouldn't likely kill him for being gay. If he went with them, there was every chance he could be himself.

Slowly the kiss evolved, their lips working together, their tongues starting to brush. Frank murmured in excitement, Rada almost purring against him. Frank closed his eyes and tilted the kiss to get that much deeper, their lips working together. Frank could feel the tickle of Rada's mustache on his smooth lip. He slowly lifted his hand to caress the stranger's cheek. He shivered as he felt the sideburn against his fingertips. No man in the upper city could go without shaving... and Frank suddenly didn't understand why. It seemed so natural, so unique... so soft. Frank kept petting the sideburn and Rada stroked his hair, the two kissing until neither had any more breath left in their lungs. At the same moment they broke the kiss and gasped for air, their chests rising and falling, their hearts racing... and then, for no reason at all, they both started laughing in unison. The sound echoed out across the dark expanse and up the lonely stairs, heard by no one but one another in the land between two cities.

****

When the rain had finally let up, Rada had helped Frank to one of the city's support columns, showing him everything he knew to climb downwards... though it seemed some tricks would take much longer to learn than others. Frank moved down the forgotten metal rungs, his eyes barely able to see in the dark. The way Rada moved was foreign, alien, almost animal. He was completely comfortable with his body and trusted it to do precisely what he expected it to. He was so strange and so dirty and so amazing and so intoxicating. Frank gave a wistful sigh, he still couldn't believe he had his first kiss with a man. It was as if his dreams came true.

The two climbed for what seemed like ages, moving into pitch black. Frank had grown quite scared but Rada had struck up conversation to help him past his fears. Frank told Rada about how things on the surface had changed, about movies and radio programs, about the wars in Eurasia... and then eventually how he came to be an outcast, stripped of everything. In turn Rada had told Frank of his earliest memories. He had only been five when his mother had learned that the security nets weren't working properly after a storm and had cast him into the pit...

Frank couldn't believe that anyone would be so cruel... at least until he thought of his own father. Frank started to wonder if he had been small enough if his father would have cast him into the depths of the undercity himself. Rada went on to explain how he'd landed in the undercity's great lake and had been recovered by the brothers of the undercity, raised by them and taught everything. It was a lot to take in and finally Frank grew silent, no longer scared by the dark... and just when he thought he would never see light again, a faint orange glow began to grow from the darkness.

"What is that?" Frank called out to the void.

"Those are the reactors silly, what do you think was keeping you warm?" Rada called back. Frank continued to descend, looking up at the underbelly of the massive devices. Long curved rectangles expelled the orange light and vague warmth...

"It isn't shielded or anything?" Frank asked in surprise.

"Of course it is shielded... All the people above it are perfectly safe from every emission." Rada smirked. Frank's eyes widened.

"What about us?" Frank whispered. Rada chuckled.

"Relax bro, they don't put off any radiation capable of causing cancer or death or anything." Rada said.

"What do they put out?" Frank asked gently, stopping in place. He suddenly shivered as he felt a hand slide up his pant leg. Rada caressed his ankle, petting it, his long fingernails trailing along the skin.

"Relax bro... We'll live a long, happy life down here." Rada replied. Frank hesitated before he started climbing down again, following Rada. As they descended, Frank followed the orange glow. His eyes were finally adjusting enough to see it... and it was amazing.

Stretching out in every direction around them was a vast city... Roads wandered off in every crazy direction, curving and zagging like black veins through the body. Tall buildings stretched upwards in a feeble attempt to reach the over city and the light glinted off of forgotten street lights; an object Frank would recognize anywhere.

"Welcome to the underworld bro, your new home." Rada said.

"Anywhere that you are will be home to me." Frank whispered. While he couldn't see it, Rada had cracked a gigantic grin at that statement... as well as a rather unseemly bulge in his pants. The two continued to descend steadily, though Frank found it easier with the reactors to light their way. Rung by rung he moved down, thoughts percolating in his mind.

"So were you all the way up in the city by... chance?" Frank asked after a moment. Rada chuckled, shaking his head.

"We make trips to the city every so often to get things we can't get down here. Food, mostly, but sometimes other things. I'll teach you all about that." Rada grinned.

"It's such a long journey, do you ever think about setting up camp in the lower levels, like where you found me?" Frank asked.

"The first rule of survival is never lead them to your nest... It'd be too dangerous to live that close." Rada replied.

"But you're leading me to your... nest. What if I was some kind of spy or something?" Frank asked. Rada laughed at that.

"No outlander would be able to do that. You kissed me and you smelled a day old, aren't those both very bad up there?" Rada asked. Frank stopped where he was, thinking about it. Rada had a point... Life was so regimented, routine, regulated. They were like components in a computer, doing their duty and not asking questions. Even if the city wanted to get rid of anyone in the under city, they likely wouldn't be able to be very convincing.

"I guess you're right, it's-" Frank paused, looking down. Despite the light of the reactors, Frank could see absolutely nothing below him. It was darker than pitch black, an absolute void. Frank had no idea how far the abyss stretched below him. Frank clung to the column, "RADA?!" he exclaimed.

"Have faith young mouse. Just let yourself go..." Rada's voice echoed from below.

"You mean drop? Just... drop?" Frank asked.

"Well, you could climb the rest of the way down too if you wanted." Rada said, his voice sounding mirthful. Frank took a sharp breath. He didn't think Rada was the type to steer him wrong, not after leading him that far down... Frank took another deep breath before he pushed off the bars and let go. He dropped into the shadow... and came to a stop six feet later on an almost spongy surface.

"We were that close? Why didn't you tell me?!" Frank shouted before he laughed, still unable to see anything. He gasped softly as two arms wrapped around his chest from behind. Rada pushed his face to Frank's neck, moving to lick and then nibble his neck. Frank gasped softly as he felt the teeth against his skin.

"I wanted to see if you would take a leap of faith." Rada whispered.

"And now that you know?" Frank whispered. Rada gave one of Frank's nipples a tweak through his thin tunic.

"I like you even more." Rada replied, taking his hand, "Alright, come on." He said. Frank was lead away from the column and out of its shadow. They moved across the soft surface. Frank was confused at how uneven the terrain was, some of it compacting while other portions remained firm, but all of it was the same color.

"What is this?" Frank asked.

"That's dirt. It's like the skin of the Earth. It's what they used to grow things in before hydroponics." Rada said.

"Do you grow anything in it?" Frank asked curiously.

"Most things need sunlight to grow... But we've got a garden. Mostly albino potatoes and some really wicked mushrooms." Rada said, stepping over a cement curb and onto a black street. Frank followed him, relieved to have his feet on even ground again.

Rada and Frank walked along the street, passing along houses and buildings, even a bus depot. Frank hesitated, trying to read the graffiti on the plexiglass panels. There seemed to be some scrawlings about the sun being stolen, the end being near, but before he could get the rest Rada had pulled him along further. As they came to the end of the block, Frank saw something sitting in the middle of the road. It was long and narrow, made of black and chrome, resting on two round rubber objects that were just wide enough to keep the thing upright.

"What is that?" Frank asked, all but ducking behind Rada, wondering if it was some kind of sentry unit. Rada smirked, moving over. He lifted one leg over the object and came down on a leather seat. He reached out and rested his hands on the chrome handlebars.

"It's a motorcycle. Hop on. It's sexy." Rada said.

"It's... sexy?" Frank asked, moving over. After a moment he realized there was more room on the leather seat and he slipped his leg over as well before lowering. The slope of the seat forced him against Rada's back. Rada grinned and turned the motorcycle to life. It hummed with sudden power, the headlight coming on, casting a soft green glow out ahead of them.

"Hold on." Rada said. Frank looked for hand holds but as the motorcycle began to roll forward, Frank instinctively grabbed onto Rada, wrapping his arms around his waist. Rada grinned and picked up speed, rolling down the street faster and faster. Frank tightened his grip around Rada's midsection before realizing that was what he had meant. A grin crossed Frank's lips. It seemed that under city life had many ways to be intimate. Frank leaned his chest against Rada's back, gazing out at the city they drove through.

Every house was just a bit different, every building was unique. There were decorations, adornments... The only things familiar were the street lights and the numbers on the houses, though Frank didn't know why the numbers were needed when everything was so unique. How could anyone not know where they were? Still, as amazing as the city was, Frank couldn't get over the fact he was holding a man, another man... and they were touching. Frank leaned more into Rada before he buried his face in the under dweller's shaggy brown hair.

Frank's nose was filled with the scent of dander and musk and spice, of man and rogue and freedom. Just a day ago it would have been a 'stink' to Frank, but now it seemed so much more, so much better. Frank began to nuzzle the hair, rubbing his face against it, breathing deep. Rada chuckled gently and pulled just a bit off center. The streets had been cleared of most debris, but there were still rocks and bits close to the curbs. As the bike started rolling over the debris, the vehicle started to vibrate.

The sudden shaking and buzzing of motion startled Frank, but the vibration through his body also had another side effect. Blood rushed into Frank's groin, causing his cock to harden... and gravity pulled him against Rada, his cock pinned against Rada's ass. Frank moaned in realization before his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He buried his face in Rada's hair, hugged him around his stomach and started to gently rub his groin against the biker's ass. Rada grinned ear to ear, his yellow teeth exposed to the night.

****

The motorcycle had driven for over a mile before it finally began to decelerate. Frank was in too much heaven to notice, but the bike was approaching a structure of some sort. Massive metal walls surrounded a portion of the city, forged out of the left over cars that hadn't had their own internal reactors. A gate rumbled open as the motorcycle approached, allowing it in. Rada drove through the gate and across a field, heading to the garage.

With the changes in speed and trajectory, Frank was finally forced to lift his head and look around... and what he saw was amazing and shocking. They had come into some sort of settlement, filled with lost ones like Rada. There were boys of all ages, some five or six like Rada had been and others in their elder years. They all wore patchwork clothes, they all had shaggy hair and almost all had facial hair of one form or another. Frank clung a little tighter to Rada as they came to a stop, not in fear of the others, but afraid of what they might think about him. What if they didn't like him? What if they wanted to hill him?

Rada laboriously peeled Frank's arms off of him and dismounted the bike. Frank soon sprung off as well, sticking close to Rada. The two moved out of the garage and back out into the center of the encampment. From what Frank could tell, it used to be some sort of processing center for used resources. The far wall was unhelpfully labeled with only the word 'dump'. Frank wondered if it meant it was where the resources were 'dumped off'. Still, the momentary distraction of the place's purpose came to an end as he noticed all the people gathering.

As the encampment's population encircled Rada and Frank, Rada came to a stop. Frank's heart was racing quickly but he stayed close to his friend, still trying to see in the very dim light. He wasn't sure how Rada could manage, but they all likely had adapted to such dark lives. Rada gazed out as a twenty eight year old pushed past the others. He was six feet tall, lithe and lanky for the most part, though he had a bit of a belly about him. His nose was a little long, his chin was pointy and he had buck teeth. His round ears stuck out a bit and his fingernails were even longer than Rada's. Extending from his chin was a long goatee tuft, but the stress of leadership had turned it gray well before his time.

"Gedo, I found another lost one on my trip to the surface. He was trying to get to the under city on his own, out cast just for liking other men. His name is Frank, and he has a curiosity uncommon for those in the over city." Rada said. Frank gazed out at the man called Gedo. He strode forward, wearing a long coat with a furry gray collar around it. Frank glanced down, realizing that Gedo, and the rest of the people for that matter, were barefoot. Gedo's toes were long and narrow, his toenails almost like claws.

"Frank, is it?" Gedo asked, circling around Rada, coming to Frank. He reached out and lifted Frank's chin. Frank trembled a bit. Gedo leaned in, sniffing. His nostrils flared wide as he took the scent in. A grin soon crossed the man's mouth, "Oh my... Only a day old, but Rada's already put his scent all over you... And your own scent is starting to come in too, very nice."

"My scent?" Frank asked after a moment, confused.

"Animals of the old world used to live their lives with scents. They used it to mark territory, to warn off attackers, even to attract mates. Humans lost that over the years. At first they got rid of their natural scent and replaced it with the smell of flowers and spices, but even that was eventually forgotten. Now, we, on the other hand, live with the land and discover the lost ways... and we never cover up our scents... because the scent tells us all about ourselves." Gedo explained. The others nodded as if listening to a lecture or sermon.

"What does my scent say?" Frank asked gently. Gedo smiled and moved in again. He sniffed at Frank's face, hair, chest, back, groin and ass before he stood back upright and circled.

"Rada made the first move, as I suspected he would... But you went following after. You couldn't get enough. Instinctively you wanted that smell to cover you... You are very attracted to Rada." Gedo said. Frank blushed sharply but a smile crossed his lips. Gedo chuckled at the reaction before he clapped Rada on the back.

"You made a very good find my friend, a very good find. He is so much freer than the other over landers. He'll make a fine addition." Gedo said. Frank looked up quickly.

"So I get to stay?" Frank asked in surprise, glad they didn't want to kill him.

"You can stay, but you must learn our ways, become one of us. Harden your feet, find clothes that will stand up to time... But it's almost day, we must prepare for bed." Gedo said, moving toward the stairs that lead up to the building built into the walls of the dump. Most of the others were following him. Frank turned to Rada.

"Wait, you sleep during the day?" Frank asked in surprise.

"Well, for a couple reasons." Rada said, gesturing upwards. Frank looked up at the reactor high above. He wasn't sure what he was looking for at first, but the light slowly started to drain from the reactors, the orange light fading to a dull red.

"The reactors are tasked more during the day, so there isn't enough excess power to light your world..." Frank whispered.

"Not just light, but heat as well... But that's not the only reason." Rada said, taking Frank's hand and leading him upstairs, "It's easier to steal when everyone is asleep. When things go missing and they don't see it, they just think they forgot something. It's safer that way." Rada replied. Frank nodded, following Rada into a room before he stopped in surprise.

When Gedo had mentioned preparing for bed, he had imagined some sort of barracks, lines of beds. Instead he saw that a depression in the floor had been filled with hundreds of cushions and that the population of the encampment had piled onto the cushions and each other in a veritable heap of men. Frank was stunned; stunned that anyone could sleep that way without getting horribly aroused.

"Come on, you got to learn our ways. It's going to get cold before long." Rada whispered. He moved over to the edge of the cushions and waited for Frank. Frank moved over and was about to ask what to do before Rada pushed him. He flopped back onto the cushions, gasping at how soft they were. He seemed to just sort of sink into them part way. Rada rubbed his hands together before he dove, landing next to Frank. Rada started to roll onto Frank, but before he could, another young man rolled as well. Frank gasped as he got two men on top of him.

The stranger that had rolled to join Rada seemed to be in his late teens, long soft sideburns covering his cheeks. He put his head against Frank's neck and nuzzled it happily while reaching to pet his chest. Frank's eyes were huge in shock, not sure what to do. Rada chuckled and leaned in to kiss Frank's ear, licking it before nuzzling the other side of his neck. Frank blushed sharply as his cock grew hard, unable to help himself. It seemed that both men made themselves quite cozy on top of him, and Frank couldn't deny, they were rather warm...

Everything seemed to be going quite well before the stranger moved to tangle his feet with Frank's. Finding them covered by shoes, he squirmed and murmured unhappily. Frank blushed again, realizing he had forgotten to take them off. Rada gave Frank a soft peck on the cheek before he used his feet to carefully remove Frank's shoes. They flopped off and were kicked out of the way. As the teenager's feet slid up and down Frank's, the youth sighed happily before he closed his eyes and passed out cold.

Frank looked at Rada, but Rada too had drifted off as soon as his task had been done. Silence spread out through the room until nothing was left but the sound of breathing, dozens of men taking breath in and out. While the air had grown cold, their mutual body warmth was quite warm... and snuggly and... amazing. Frank murmured happily, feeling entranced by the weight of two men on him. He'd never felt so safe, so accepted... and for the first time since he left home, he felt as if it was the best thing that could have ever happened to him. Frank closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep himself, a smile on his face.

****

The dull orange glow shone over the dump, the start of a brand new day. Frank had been forced to hit the ground running more or less as Rada and a few of the others led him to Zone four of the dump. Zone one had been where the encampment was, but each zone seemed to be walled off like cells of a honeycomb. Zone two had been electronic waste; zone three had long ago been compost but now was just soil. Zone three had been scrap cars but they had all been melted down. Frank was curious what Zone four would be, but he was having a hard enough time keeping up. The way the rest of the 'pack' moved was exotic. There was so much jumping, leaping, running and scurrying. Frank tried to keep up but his feet were still tender, getting used to the elements.

Frank watched as Rada and the others leapt up onto the wall intersecting zones four and five, running along the top of it. Frank picked up his pace and sprung, hurtling himself up. He managed to land on the wall, holding his arms out on either side to keep himself balanced. A grin crossed his lips, pride filling his heart that he'd managed on his own. Frank moved to catch up, though his eyes darted between the two zones. The reason they had come to Zone four was clear. It seemed to be the place where all the outdated, unwanted clothing had been sent. It was deep and large, but it was nothing compared to zone five.

While most of the cells of the dump were the size of a city block or two, zone five seemed to be an unsorted sea of garbage spreading as far as the eye could see, disappearing into the dark horizon. Frank gazed out at the sea of packages and labels and colors and cartons and tins and barrels and jugs. His eyes tried to focus on it all but there was so much and it was dark that Frank grew dizzy and toppled forward. His hands and feet tried to grip the wall but they were too soft and he slipped forward.

Frank landed on the pile, starting an avalanche. He slid down, garbage tumbling around him. As he rolled and fell, he heard two feet landing on the garbage near by. Rada ran across the top of the garbage, catching up to Frank. He reached down and pulled Frank up, the two flopping back to land on the heap. Frank coughed and sputtered as he landed on Rada's chest. He panted a bit before he closed his eyes and buried his face in his friend's chest. Rada smiled and merely pet Frank's head, stroking the brown hair.

****

The doors to the enclave room eased open as Rada and Frank moved back in. Frank had discarded his worn gray tunic in exchange for brown pants and a leather sleeveless shirt. It was liberating to wear something so unique, though he had the strange sense that even it was a bit too much. His cheeks were smudged with grime, his hair was soaked with sweat but Frank didn't care. He and Rada had a great day digging through the clothes, getting Frank a knife and a few other tools he'd need. The other pack members glanced up from where they were sitting. Large planks had been set out on which food was laid in large piles.

"Boys, come, sit. We were very lucky today. They discarded an entire shipment of rations." Gedo said with a grin. Rada moved over and settled at once, digging into the pile. Frank moved over and sat down as well, his stomach rumbling in hunger. He'd been starving all day but he'd been too busy to notice. Now, though, his hunger was coming back with a vengeance. Frank reached for the pile before his hand stopped. He could tell the ration packs were rolls and cheese, but something was off... The bread seemed contaminated, the cheese seemed old... Then again, why would they have gotten rid of perfectly good food?

Frank looked around, watching the others chow down. Rada seemed to be gorging himself on the soft, creamy white cheese, gulping at it. Noticing that Frank was just staring rather than eating, Rada turned and brought his lips to Frank's. Frank murmured in surprise, even more as the soft cheese was pushed into his mouth by the man he felt so warmly about. The cheese, however, was very ripe and pungent, oily and a bit old... Frank almost wretched, but as Rada's tongue wriggled around his mouth, he soon relaxed and swallowed.

The cheese felt great flowing down his throat and settling in his stomach. If anything, the aftertaste was great even if the first bite was pungent. Rada broke the kiss and smiled, waiting to see what Frank would do. Frank reached out, digging into the cheese, getting bits of it under his fingernails before he lifted it up and took a big bite, munching away on it. Rada grinned and grabbed bread, taking bites himself. The two chowed down, taking equal part in the feast.

It seemed that every bite was more delicious than the last and Frank couldn't hold back. In a few minutes he'd sated his hunger but kept eating. Just as he got his fill of bread and cheese, Gedo had brought out some of their mushroom harvest. They seemed so large, so thick. Frank tried some to be kind, but the meaty, earthy taste sent shivers through Frank's body and he ate more and more. In a few more minutes his formerly smooth stomach had distended outward. Frank let out a belch before blushing, but soon realized no one else had minded. If anything, they seemed to be embracing the natural processes of the human body.

Frank hadn't thought about it at first, but he hadn't seen any signs of a shower, nor a restroom. When they had been out in the city Rada had just had him pee anywhere. Frank assumed that was because they were far from restrooms, but what of in the enclave? Frank looked around, trying to figure out what the protocol was before he looked over at a man standing in the corner, his hand braced against the wall... and while it was too dark to be sure, Frank was fairly sure he was taking a piss right there...

While Frank wanted to feel disgusted, nothing came. No feeling bubbled up at all. It just felt natural... and when several other of the pack belched, Frank couldn't help but grin. It was making more sense than ever. These people did what felt right, what seemed right, not what someone told them to do. If they wanted to kiss a boy, they did. If they wanted to burp or fart, they did. Their bodies were their own and they did what they wanted to with them... and Frank wanted to eat.

Rada watched as Frank took particular gusto in his food, spreading the cheese across a mushroom before popping it in his mouth, gnawing the food away. Pieces of mushroom and bread got caught in his teeth, left for Frank to lick out later and enjoy. Despite being over-full, it all tasted so amazing that Frank couldn't stop. He kept going until finally, an hour in, Gedo had commanded the rest be packed away for other days. Frank and Rada had helped out, moving the cheese and bread into storage before heading back to the sleeping area.

Frank collapsed back on the cushions, his hands moving to rest on his bloated belly. He'd eaten so much but it felt so good... He sighed happily, letting his eyes flutter closed. He felt the cushions shift around him as more of the pack came to rest. Soon Rada was lying down against him, but there was a new weight on Frank's left side. He opened his eyes, realizing it was Gedo. Their leader had lain down against him, and where the leader went, the others followed. Frank murmured in delight as he felt more and more warm weight on him. The pile built up all around them before finally passing out.

****

Frank's hands clutched the ladder rungs as his legs pushed him upwards, following after Rada. Frank looked at his hands, amazed by how long and thick his nails had gotten. It seemed like time was flying by. He had already lost track of how many days it had been since he was kicked out of his home, it had even been a few days since he had given any thought to his life before at all. He was so caught up in the moment... and Frank loved that. Every day was a learning experience. He'd learned how to navigate the dump, how to comb the city, how to ride a motorcycle... but it was finally time for his biggest test, robbing from the city itself.

If anything, returning to the city seemed scarier than anything in the dark abyss. Down there he was accepted, loved, protected. The pack had accepted him, he was part of a community... but up above, everyone was in it for themselves and had a thousand forms of punishment. Still, Rada had promised that they wouldn't go anywhere near the upper levels, they would be alright. Frank trusted Rada... He'd taken a leap of faith and he'd never regretted it for a second.

Reaching the top of the ladder, Rada reached over, his hands digging into an opened control box. The safety fields had been set up so no one could get out, but they had never expected someone to try and enter from the outside. Rada brought two wires together and the yellow energy barrier flickered before disappearing. Rada hopped onto the half wall and then down onto the catwalk on the other side before he turned and helped Frank up. Frank stepped over the wall and got his footing before blinking, trying to adjust to how bright it was.

As his eyes cleared, he looked up to get a good look at Rada, his eyes widening in surprise. Rada's features were more pronounced than he remembered. He had a long face, a long and narrow nose, round ears. His cheeks were covered in soft grayish brown fluff, his fingers and toes were long, his nails were claw like... and Frank had never been in such love. He pushed Rada into the wall and kissed him deeply, trailing his own claws down along Rada's chest. Rada returned the kiss, sucking on Frank's lips, combing his fingers through Frank's long, shaggy, oily brown hair. As their lips met, Rada's soft goatee brushed Frank's where a similar soft tuft was growing, darkening his features. At long last the two broke their kiss, gazing into each other's eyes. Rada reached up and caressed Frank's cheek.

"Come on." He said with a smile. Frank nodded before the two moved along the walkway, following the guard wall that bordered the massive pit, heading to a remote tower. Frank kept looking down at his feet. The cement felt so uniform, so perfect, so artificial. It wasn't even like the cement down below; it was insubstantial in a way, artificial. Everything was artificial in the over city. After several minutes they reached a thick tower. On the outside it looked like any other; thick base, tall residential block above.

Rada moved to the door, running his claw like fingernails along the door edge. It shuddered before it clicked open and revealed the inner realm, a place Frank had never seen before. Even from the doorway he could see it was filled with pneumatic tubes carrying great varieties of supplies. Boxes of food, supplies, tools... everything everyone needed for their lives in the over city. He wandered forward, following Rada in. Rada eased the door shut behind them, leaving it just a crack open.

"Alright, so this is going to take a bit of timing... This is a relay station for supplies. There's an access panel into the tube right between the inlet and the scanner. We can open it and pull items out as they pass, but we only have a split second to do it. When the scanner doesn't register the item, it'll dispatch another... but if we disrupt the flow or anything is big enough to stretch between the two points and we pull it out, we'll set off every maintenance and security alarm out there." Rada explained, pulling out his bag, setting it out under the panel.

Frank watched, his heart racing in his chest again. Rada threw open the panel, watching boxes fly by, suspended by an energy field rather than air pressure. The boxes came from the archives and the kitchens, heading out through the city. While every citizen assumed their wishes were granted almost instantly, it was all carefully calculated. They asked for the same meals, the same tools, they were predictable and the system depended upon that. Still, even the computers knew computers could make mistakes so there were systems of checks and balances. Rada had merely figured out a way to take advantage of that.

Rada's fingers wiggled, waiting for the precise right moment. He reached up toward the open panel but pulled back, waited, and then struck. Before long Rada was working like a machine, grabbing boxes and pulling them out of the tube, letting them drop into the waiting bag. After a few moments Frank noticed the pattern repeating, the same colors flying by in the same order. The computer was trying to correct its mistakes, assuming it had missed the lot number. Rada waited, letting those objects pass before he reached in again, grabbing several items. It was a delicate balance. He barely had enough time to start pulling on the boxes before they would be on the verge of the scanner. Avoiding the big boxes seemed to be a matter of intuition alone.

After a few minutes, Rada's bag was full. Frank pulled it out of the way, replacing it with his own, letting his friend fill it. Frank still remembered the colors. Green for food, blue for clothes, gray for tools... But he had never seen pink or silver before. His curiosity was mounting, but he had to stay alert, to stay ready. Rada pulled out box after box, keeping his work speed up. Rada started to pull a box down, but it didn't fall into the bag. It had been long enough to span the gap between the inlet and the scanner. As the bar code slid through the scanner, yellow lights snapped on in the building, climbing the inside of the tower.

"Alert: Potential jam or field variance. Level one emergency." An automated voice announced. Rada quickly snapped the panel shut, signaling for Frank to run. Frank grabbed the full bag and bolted out of the door, Rada right behind him. As Rada left, he kicked the door shut beneath him. They ran along the walkway as quickly as they could, but in the distance they could hear more footsteps.

"Down." Rada hissed. Frank and he both crouched down, landing on all fours. Rada crawled up and helped tie the bag to Frank's bag so it didn't slip. Frank turned around to return the favor before they scrambled along under the edge of the half walls surrounding the catwalks. They scurried, keeping low as engineers and guards moved up the walk closest to the tower, moving in. They had no reason to suspect foul play, none of them turning to look in the direction the thieves had gone. Staying low, the two stayed out of sight before they finally reached their access point.

"I'll help you over." Frank whispered. Rada shook his head.

"You first, you have more." Rada replied. Frank looked torn but he obeyed.

"Is it safe?" Frank asked. Rada lifted his head just a bit, sniffing the air before he nodded. Frank all but dove over the wall, moving to latch onto the guard rail. He climbed down eight feet before stopping, looking up. Every second he didn't see Rada felt like more of a weight on his heart, but finally he saw those lovely legs slide over the wall and Rada climbed down, reactivating the field.

"Go, go!" Rada hissed. Frank climbed down as if his life depended on it and Frank did as well. Having seen movement, one of the guards moved over to the edge of he wall, holding out his hand. Just as he expected it to, the yellow field grew more intense. He glanced out into the abyss but saw nothing but shadow and darkness, just as there had always been. The guard assumed he had mistaken a gust of wind or water vapor and returned to the tower. Rada and Frank merely grinned as they descended in silence, the bags of stolen goods weighing down their backs. The knots had been hastily tied, but Frank had learned well.

Rada continued climbing down, though his skin glistened with sweat. He glanced up, gazing into the throbbing orange light of the reactors before he looked back to the rungs. Rada didn't know if it was the excitement of nearly getting caught or what, but he was starting to feel different... strange, good, sick, happy. He shivered a bit as he descended, unaware that his fingernails were growing darker, turning black and thickening as they sunk down into his fingers, the flesh healing over the top of them.

Frank continued down, unaware of anything but the thrill of the theft. He was one of them, part of the pack. He couldn't wait to see what treasures awaited them. Still, the two descended in silence, not wanting the slightest sound to carry back up to the guards. It took almost twenty minutes of climbing before they approached the shadow layer. Even before Frank had climbed down enough, Rada pushed off the ladder and dropped into the shadow. Rather than the graceful silence Frank had grown used to, he heard a rather loud thump beneath him.

"Rada?!" Frank hissed. There was a pause.

"I'm okay... Forgot to calculate the bag..." Rada muttered. Frank climbed the rest of the way down and groped through the darkness before he found his partner and pulled him up.

"You sure you're okay?" Frank asked. Rada nodded.

"Just my pride got squashed. I saved all the stuff." Rada smiled, "C'mon mouse." He smiled, leading the way to the motorcycle. In anticipation of their haul, stabilizers and a cargo sled had been added. Frank and Rada loaded the gear onto the sled, making sure the bags were secured before they settled into their customary positions. The motorcycle came to life, though Rada turned the light down to dim just in case anyone was looking into the pit. Frank wrapped his arms around Rada's waist and snuggled up close as the motorcycle started along its path, heading down the road. As he drove, Rada shifted a bit, trying to get comfortable, but no matter what he did, nothing seemed to help. He shifted and wriggled, moving. Before long he was grunting a bit.

"What's wrong?" Frank asked with growing concern.

"I think I fell on my tailbone, it's really hurting... Man, I... I gotta pull over, I'm so sorry..." Rada muttered, coming to a stop at the end of the block. He climbed off and stumbled a forward a bit, reaching back to touch the base of his spine. His tailbone felt like it had been broken, or worse. Even his pants were a pain on it. Frank glanced up, realizing Rada had wandered into the headlights of the motorcycle. He was surprised when his partner dropped his pants. Wearing no underwear, it was a full show... but it wasn't Rada's cock that Frank's eyes moved to, it was his tailbone.

"Rada, something's... It's longer..." Frank said, moving over to Rada.

"What's longer?!" Rada asked in surprise.

"Your tailbone, it's... three inches at least." Frank whispered. Rada shook his head.

"That can't be, it's gotta be something on it. See if you can pull it off." Rada said. He moved to lean against the motorcycle, putting his hands on each side of the headlight, his ass pushed up into the air.

"What if it hurts?" Frank asked.

"Just be careful..." Rada said, smiling, "I trust you." He added. Frank took a deep breath before he moved over, reaching out. He hesitated before his fingers traced the length. Rada shivered and Frank yanked his head back.

"Did it hurt?" Frank asked quickly.

"No, it felt... good..." Rada murmured. Frank was confused and surprised, but rather glad it hadn't hurt. He reached down and curled his fingers around the tube of flesh again. The skin was a bit tougher than normal, almost leathery but warm like flesh. It also seemed to have developed thin creases at even intervals. Frank could feel bone and muscle inside, like it was some legitimate piece of anatomy. Rada murmured softly, his eyes rolling into his head as Frank felt up the extension. Frank's fingers moved up, trying to find a seam but the tail just rooted itself above Rada's ass cheeks. Again Rada moaned.

"Sorry!" Frank blushed.

"Pull it... stroke it... please..." Rada moaned deeper.

"Rada? Are you sure?" Frank asked in surprise.

"It feels so good when you touch it, it doesn't hurt at all... Please..." Rada begged. Frank swallowed gently before he began to fondle and stroke the tail. Rada moaned happily, leaning more against the bike, panting. Feeling encouraged by the reaction, Frank began to pull. The flesh began to extend, stretching out more. The skin toughened, thickened at the base, elongated and new bones formed inside. Rada moaned deeply as it stretched, his claws scratching against the chrome handlebars.

Frank swallowed nervously before he started sliding his hand up and down the tail, then both hands. He stroked it off, feeling the length... and soon he felt it growing even faster than before. The tail began to stretch out of Rada, pushing his ass cheeks apart slightly as the base grew larger. The tail expanded to a foot long, then in a few more moments it doubled. As the new muscles formed, the nerves seemed to root into Rada's brain. The tip of the tail curled around Frank's hand possessively, almost guiding it up and down.

"Oh gods Frank, this is so good... Thank you, thank you so much!" Rada moaned, shuddering as his face throbbed. Slowly his jaw began to push out forward, his nose and upper lip moving to follow. His entire body was feeling better by the second and all that pleasure was taking its toll. Blood rushed into the thief's cock, his shaft growing erect and hardening quickly. Rada reached down, his long knobby fingers wrapping around his cock. As Frank worked his tail, he worked his shaft. Each tug of his hand stretched his cock longer, each pump back to the base made it thicker... Before long, thick pre began to drool and drip in long strings from his cock before plopping to the ground.

While Frank couldn't see the changes ripping through his friend, the fact that he was pleasuring himself turned Frank on even more. He had never imagined anything remotely like what was happening, but whatever it was made Rada feel great and he was a part of that. Frank was becoming more liberal with the tail, tugging on the corded fleshy length. It elongated to four feet, then five. It was so long it was whipping around gently, flexing and curling. Rada moaned softly, hunched over the bike.

"Frank, something's happening... and I love it..." Rada hissed.

"Rada?" Frank asked gently. When Rada turned his head, it wasn't a human face Frank saw, not anymore. His face contorted, stretching into a long, narrow muzzle. His nose had stretched, the tip darkening until it was black. His ears had migrated up his head and thick whiskers were pushing out of his cheeks. Frank stumbled and fell backwards onto the ground in shock. Rada turned and pounced, landing on Frank just as he had when they first met. Frank gasped softly, gazing up at Rada.

The fuzz of Rada's facial hair began pushing out all over, soft and gray, the brown draining from all of his hair. At first he developed a full beard, but soon the fuzz spread past that, moving up his cheeks and across his forehead and nose, then down his neck. Even his ears were fuzzy, though the gray fur was longest on his chin and cheeks, just as his facial hair had been. Rada shivered, moaning, exposing his yellowed teeth. The gray fur covered his chest, his back and his arms. Before long the fur appeared beneath his shirt, growing together with his bush before covering his lap, his hips and ass, then his legs.

"Rada..." Frank whispered. The rat man looked back at his partner before he brought his head down, pushing his muzzle against the human's mouth. Frank gasped as a tongue invaded his mouth, wriggling with his just like always... but it was still Rada, somehow. He could feel it. As Frank started returning the kiss, Rada moved to hump against Frank wildly, but with the cloth in the way it was hardly gratifying. Rada used his paws to claw at the cloth, the claws cutting through the material until Frank's hard cock was exposed to the open air.

Again Rada came down, their cocks pressing and rubbing. Frank gasped once more, surprised by how huge and leathery and moist Rada's cock felt. It was beastly and amazing. Rada humped against Frank, modestly at first but soon listlessly, grinding and rubbing before the thick yellowed rat precum leaked out of his shaft, soaking into Frank's bush, running down his balls and soaking his cock. Rada moaned happily, even as his change continued. He could feel his feet change, the fur cover every last bit of him... but that was barely the start.

Rada's chest rose and fell with his breaths, but every time it rose a little more and fell a little less. His chest expanded, his ribs expanded. Even his arms and legs grew thicker with muscle before his spine and tail stretched outward. Rada's body grew just a bit as the change took root, bringing him to new heights and new desires. Rada broke the kiss and moved to lick and nibble Frank's neck, the teeth almost breaking the skin. Frank gasped, his crotch throbbing with wet heat, but Rada wanted more.

Once more the claws were put to use, shredding through more of Frank's clothes until his pants were no more. Rada pulled off of Frank's groin and then lifted his hips, exposing his human ass. His furry rat haunches strode further and his thick cock oozed cream down the cleft of Frank's ass. Frank shivered, moaning, his heart racing. His fingers clenched and released as he gazed up at the giant rat his partner had become. Rada was about to impale the human before he paused, some last spark of humanity in his soul flickering like an ember that refused to die.

"Do you want this? Do you want me?" Rada whispered softly.

"I love you... and I'm taking a leap of faith." Frank whispered. Once more the rat kissed the human, holding him close. Frank's back arched as inches of thick rat cock speared into him, gliding deep thanks to the thick pre. Rada pulled back and thrust in again, starting to build up depth and power. Before long he was carried by instinct alone, rutting with his mate, spearing in and out quickly. Frank moaned, feeling waves of pleasure rip through his body. He panted hard, his body washed in the faint orange glow of the reactors above. His fingers felt a bit numb, numb enough that he didn't feel his fingernails thicken and sink into his fingers, the skin closing over them. His ears rounded a bit, his teeth became more pronounced, but all at the same time he was mated by Rada.

Rada's furry gray hips were almost a blur as he slammed in and out, a blur. Soft, faint squeaks escaped from his lips as he mated, so blown away by the pleasure. On a particularly lucky jab he managed to find Frank's prostate, causing the human to gasp out and his ass to clench tight. Whether it was in hopes of more of the clenching or in a legitimate desire to please Frank, Rada shifted his hips to hit that point over and over again. He assaulted Frank's prostate, making the human drunk with his own pleasure.

Frank flopped and writhed, filled with rat cock, feeling almost bloated on its immensity, but he felt so good that there was no holding back. He shuddered as his cock spasmed and unleashed its seed down his stomach, coating the thick, soft hair there. As Frank came, his ass shuddered and milked Rada's cock, pulling every drop of sperm out of it. Rada suddenly collapsed as a furry heap against Frank, pinning him to the ground. Frank murmured in surprise but laid back himself, trying to reclaim his breath. It was so much to take in... But no matter what changed, they still were together.

****

The motorcycle rumbled as it rolled into the encampment, the cargo sled pulled behind. Frank had taken over the job of driving, allowing Rada to sit behind him... though they had taken an unexpected detour when Rada filled Frank's ass again on the ride back. Still, they eventually made it back to the encampment to get Rada some help, but as Frank pulled off of the bike, he began to realize that it wasn't an isolated incident. Where only a day ago the encampment had been full of bearded, dirty men... now there were grungy, furry rat men instead going about their business.

Some dug through the garbage, others peed where they willed. Some ate from the stores of refuse food. Frank stood in shock, realizing that day by day, they had all been turning into the rats without realizing it... even himself. He lifted his hands, realizing they were now in fact paws. His claws glistened in the light. Frank reached up and felt his face. His jaw was longer, his nose longer. It was even happening to him... Just as Frank started to panic, arms wrapped around him from behind. Clawed fingers stroked the thick gray fur that Frank had grown on his chest.

"Let's go see Gedo." Rada suggested. Frank nodded weakly before he moved up the stairs and into the main encampment room. Inside he found many more of the same. Rats sat around the planks, eating cheese and bread, stuffing their furry cheeks while they fondled themselves, their rat cocks even more engorged than their bellies. It took a moment but Frank finally spotted Gedo, somehow easy to recognize even as a rat.

Sitting at the back of the room was a seven foot tall, furry gray rat with what appeared to be a long goatee. Smaller rats were licking his nipples while others fondled his balls and licked his long shaft. All of them seemed to truly be enjoying themselves. Frank approached slowly, intending to ask questions as he always did, but Gedo's deep glassy black eyes opened and his nose twitched before he tilted his head.

"Rada, look at this poor mouse. He's going to catch his death of cold without enough fur... It's almost day... We have to help him." Gedo said, rising slowly. Frank looked at Rada in shock but Rada leaned in and their lips met in another kiss. Once more Frank relaxed completely. He could never resist Rada. Gedo and his minions lifted Frank up and carried him over to the cushions, laying him out. Rada broke the kiss and moved to straddle Frank. Frank gasped as the rat's thick, drooling cock landed on his chin. The yellow cum leaked down, soaking into Frank's gray goatee.

Frank gazed at the cock resting on his chin as if it represented his entire future... He'd lost his life above and threw his lot in with the pack. They had all changed, once more he was alone... but he wouldn't be if he embraced it all, if he joined them fully... if he swore to be with Rada forever. Frank closed his eyes and opened his mouth, sliding his head foreword. His lips spread over the cock and Rada shuddered before thrusting in. Frank's cheeks bulged and the rat's cock head brushed the back of his throat. Once more, Frank's relaxed gagging reflect came in handy.

As Rada started thrusting forward and back, drooling cum into Frank's mouth, the other rats began to pile onto the cushions... but not to sleep. Those nearest Frank and Rada moved to help out in their exploits. Frank shuddered as one of his balls was sucked into a rat mouth, then the other. Gedo climbed over the others before he brought his muzzle down around Frank's human cock and started to suck and bob his head. The drool leaked down around Frank's shaft as the skin grew tougher, the meat starting to stretch. Gedo sucked as if his life depended on it, tugging it longer with his mouth, watching it grow to eleven inches, thirteen, sixteen, then longer.

Frank was nearly spasming in pleasure as he was sucked off and sucked Rada, but the rats seemed to have very much in mind for him. Once more Frank's hips were lifted, his ass impaled and his body filled. He began writhing like a snake, trying to please the many that were pleasing him, but for every one he was aware of, even more swept in. Frank's hands and feet were pulled to the sides as the rats began to lick and suck on his fingers and toes. Others jerked off, sending jets of hot rat cum splattering across his arms and legs, even into his hair.

The pulsing, throbbing heat spread deep into his body, too strong to ignore... and then Frank felt the second most pleasurable feeling in his entire life. Just as if he had a second cock, some hand had wrapped around his forming tail and was stroking it, guiding it longer and longer, tugging it out and fondling it. Frank's rat toes wiggled, his heart raced and gray fur spread out across his chest, spreading out from the patch in the center. His pit fur grew thicker, his arm hair and leg hair became fur. His entire body was changing... and he was loving it.

With each draw on Rada's cock, Frank's face extended longer, stretching out into a muzzle around the cock. His nose changed, growing black. Whiskers pushed out of his cheeks and the fur covered the rest of his face. Frank felt like the king of the rats, embraced by so many of his kind... and they were his kind. He was one of them, they were like him. They were family, a rat pack in their den. Frank sucked off with greater and greater gusto, getting used to using his rat muzzle. Before long Frank felt more and more cum splatters on his fur, then a hot flood deep in his ass... but the best was yet to come.

Rada tilted his head back, shuddering as his cock seized up and he gushed out cum into Frank's mouth, filling his throat and belly before the excess dribbled out the sides. Frank guzzled down every drop he could before his own orgasm struck, his shaft pumping the last of his human cum into Gedo's ass before following it with pint after pint of thick rat cum. Gedo shuddered, his cock spraying forth thick sperm all over Rada's back. For several minutes the orgy continued, basking in pure pleasure, but one by one they all collapsed into a tired, warn out heap.

The last to remain upright was Rada. His cock had finished cumming, the last of its load spilled. Rada gazed down at Frank's face stretched around his cock, reaching to pet his rat lover with his paw. Rada gazed back up with love, especially when Rada finally pulled out and readjusted his position, laying down and cuddling up against Frank. The two gazed into each others' eyes for a long moment before they kissed, savoring the flavor of cum on their lips. When at last they broke their kiss, the room had grown quiet with nothing but the sound of sleeping beings. Despite the general peace of the room, Frank felt compelled to speak. He nuzzled his muzzle against Rada's ear.

"Thank you so much for welcoming me into your refuge... your group. I love you." Frank whispered. Rada smiled sleeping, nuzzling back.

"Love you too, mouse." Rada whispered before he laid his head out across Frank's chest and fell asleep. Rada sighed happily, tipping his head back before he let sleep take him as well, united with his furry brethren at the dawn of a brand new phase of their lives.