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So many bits of information, so many subtle hints, so many pieces of this grand riddle are in my hands, and yet I feel like the most important part of the mystery is missing. Our so-called “utopian city" of Jadmere is but a web of lies and deception; the pretty face it shows to its citizens and to the world is just a mask to hide its secrets. An elaborate scheme, that's what it is, there is no other reasonable explanation. Many times people have told me to stop digging into this, but that is something I cannot afford to do. All my life I've strived to learn about many topics and understand their intricacies to inform the public about them, which of course includes uncovering the truth hidden behind pretty lies and exposing ugly secrets that are used to manipulate us. This was the reason why I chose journalism as my career. I've been asked why I didn't become a detective; I wasn't interested only in little crimes, it is our everyday life that I want to understand. And the way I see it now, every single one of us is but a puppet, dancing in the hands of a select few. I will see through the falsehoods and tear the tapestry they form to reveal the truth to everyone. And then, I won't be the fool anymore, I will be the one who trusted his instincts and stuck to his ideals.

However...

I learned it isn't that simple. With the central piece of the puzzle missing, there is no way to pierce the veil of darkness that is blinding our vision. I knew of a man who ventured along the same path as I, but he had “suddenly moved away" because of supposed “urgent family matters." That was what the police said, and everyone bought it. Everyone but me. This man, Xander, was a dear friend of mine and I know for a fact that he would never leave without saying goodbye. Not only had he disappeared without a word, but all his belongings were gone: his apartment was completely empty and so was his office. It's as if he had never even existed.

I walk through the streets of the city, absentmindedly staring into emptiness while I think about this mystery. The drumming of the rain against my umbrella helps me focus on my thoughts. What is the missing piece of this puzzle? What secrets does our city hide? At this late hour, the public transportation is out of service, so I have a long way until I get back home. The city wide curfew will start in half an hour, which should be just enough for me to reach the skyscraper I live in. Already, the gray streets are empty, most people have gone back home and are enjoying their evening. I just came out of an appointment with the mayor in the hopes of gaining some hints as to what's going on behind the scenes, but I didn't receive even one relevant information concerning my investigation. The only replies I got throughout the whole interview were scoffs and dismissals, although one could say that their nervous side-eyeing during the interview in itself is a key proof of me being on the right track to solve this mystery. Regardless of their lack of cooperation and indifference in regard to the city's mystery, I will not back down even if the whole world is against me. I will honor my friend's memory and carry on with my investigation. So far I've found that this self-proclaimed utopian city has a dreadful aura that changes people. For example, a foreigner moved into the apartment next to mine barely a month ago, and they used to speak happily about things they saw while in the countryside. Wildlife, forests, meadows, barns, fields of crops and all this sort of stuff that you cannot see when you are in a megapolis like Jadmere. And yet, this person who used to be lovely and energetic became morose and grumpy, just like everyone else. This is not right. Jadmere is no utopia.

A lightning bolt rips across the sky, lighting the street before me. During the ephemeral flash, out of the corner of my eye I see a huge hooded figure on the other side of the road. My heart skips a beat as I turn my head towards the person. Just as soon as it had appeared, the flash of light disappears and I am left in the dimly lit street, staring in the general direction where the stranger stood just moments ago, or might have stood. I must be imagining things. As thunder growls and reverberates against the walls of the skyscrapers around the place, I try to assess the situation. Perhaps I'm paranoid and this was but a figment of my imagination, but regardless of what it was, I decide to change my route and pick up the pace. My walk becomes a trot, and I nervously make my way through the large streets. I turn around a corner and, because I was too focused on looking behind me, suddenly bump into someone. My umbrella slips from my grip, my work suitcase falls on the wet ground and I end up with my butt in a puddle of rainwater.

“I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going" I say, apologetic, to the stranger whom I bumped into.

As I am looking for my umbrella and my suitcase, a hand extends to me. Without thinking about it, I take it, and immediately a shiver runs down my hand through my arm and then my whole body. This hand doesn't feel normal at all, it has some weird smooth padding on the palm, some long and rough thick hair on its back, and long and pointed nails grazing against my skin. My eyes trail upwards, and I spot two yellow glowing eyes seemingly glaring into my very soul. Shivers of fear run down my spine.

“Goin' somewhere, little lamb?" the monstrous man says.

I immediately yank my hand from the inhuman figure. I crawl backwards before getting up and breaking into a sprint away from him, dragging my umbrella behind me. I can feel its chilling glare on my back, and I swear I can hear disdainful scoffs through the heavy noise of the rain. I do not know what that thing was, but I'd rather not wait around to find out. Its eyes were filled with malice that made my blood run cold. Determined to make sure the monster can't follow me, I turn to the left and begin running through smaller alleyways. I have no idea where I am nor where I'm headed, but the only thing on my mind now is to get away from this creature.

Out of breath, I reach a small open area that looks like a dead end. A neon sign is glowing, providing some light to supplement that of a lamppost. Several dumpsters are sitting next to me, a fire escape is snaking its way to the top of a small building, and a large manhole rests in the middle of the space. I quickly scramble to sit down between two of the dumpsters to hide myself, hoping that the monster hadn't followed me here. I fumble with my umbrella, preparing myself to use it as a weapon if needed. And then, I wait. Painfully long minutes pass with nothing happening other than the rain hammering down on the garbage containers.

A loud sound of metal bending booms right next to me, making me yell in surprise. I look up to see what the source of the noise is, and my blood runs cold. The thing had crashed down on top of the garbage container to my right and is squatting down, elbows on its thighs, looking down at me with its glowing yellow eyes. Startled, I jump up and run back to the open area, dashing towards the only exit of the dead end. I trip and fall with a loud thud on the drenched concrete. As quickly as I can, I flip up on my back and shakily extend my makeshift weapon - my umbrella - towards the thing. The hood it's wearing is still concealing its face, his hands are in the pockets of his sweatshirt and he's watching me intently. Just now, I notice a winding cord-like thing looming behind the creature's back. My pursuer takes his hood in his hands and pulls it down. I am met with the face of a monstrous rat. As I try to take the image in, its tail coils itself around my umbrella and yanks it away from my grasp.

“My, my, you're a feisty one, aren'tcha," spoke the creature with a greasy grin.

I am too baffled by the fact that it's talking to even reply.

“Givin' me the silent treatment?" said the rodent man, letting out a chuckle, “That's cold."

I maintain eye contact while I fumble around for something, for anything that I could use to escape or this monster of a guy.

“Anyways, boy, the chase is over now. We've got places to go!"

My hand grazes over a broken bottle of beer. Without a second thought, I grab it and I lunge forward to try to smash it on him. I was about to slash at his chest but, in the blink of an eye, the snake like cord catches my wrist. I try to struggle out of its grasp. The disfigured face of my captor shows a wicked sneer as the cord twists my hands until it becomes unbearable, my hand splaying out, the weapon falls down onto the ground, clinking and rolling away from us. He lets out a “tsk tsk" before using my arm to throw me back down on the ground. While falling, my head hits the concrete. The world becomes blurry and all light fades to black.

Everything feels so... fuzzy. I slowly regain my consciousness and open my eyes, still groggy. The first things that I notice when waking up is the foul stench permeating the air, and the sound of running water. I seem to be on top of the rat's shoulder; my body bobs up and down with each of its steps. My whole body aches and I rub the back of my head, finding a bump where I hit the ground earlier. As my vision progressively comes back to me, I look around. It seems like we are in a sort of tunnel with very scarce lighting coming from old oil lamps placed along the tunnel. I want to escape, but I doubt I could get away from my captor, especially considering how easily he bested me earlier. With an unexpected gentleness, the creature's wiry hands put me down on a seat of what looks like a boat. I notice that the monster is holding an oil lantern with his long tail; it seems that he likes to use this appendage for many purposes. The rodent then unties the vessel, takes an oar in his hands and pushes the boat afloat on the river. Among the sound of the waterway, I hear the pressings of a couple of buttons, a beeping sound, and then the beginnings of a conversation.

“Home, this is shepherd of the lost," says the rat, “I retrieved the stray lamb. I repeat: I retrieved the stray lamb."

“This is home. Roger. What's your status?" asks a muffled voice.

“We are on the way, the boat has been set afloat. Out."

I understand that they're talking about me, and a burning curiosity fills me.

“So, now what?" I ask shakily. I want to appear strong and confident, but I'm shivering because of my damp clothes and because I'm scared about my predicament. “At least tell me: Who are you? What are you? Where are we going? What do you want from me? Am I mince meat now?"

“Oh my, you're already up?" he says, turning up to look at me, “I thought you'd be sleeping for at least a couple days, considering how easily you were knocked out up in the monochromatic ironhive." He then sneers as he stares down at me, “enjoy the descent, boy."

“The... ironhive? The descent? What are those? Answer me!"

“Calm down, boy." defused the weathered rat. “We haven't gone through the RR yet and as long as we haven't, you're not getting anythin' outta me."

At this point, I'm confused and angry at the rat. I'm also shivering uncontrollably and I feel a sneeze coming along. I sneeze three times then let out a defeated whimper. The burly rat looks at me with an eyebrow raised, turns away for a bit and then tosses me a towel that he pulled from who-knows-where on the boat. I dry my hair and my face, then I wrap the cloth around my body in a desperate attempt to protect myself from the chilly air.

“So, what are you going to do with me? Kill me? Use me as an experiment? Throw me in some sort of prison?" I ask again with a grumble.

“Told you I wouldn't say anything. Keep guessin'!"

He pauses for a beat, then looks at me with an amused smile and awaits my reaction. It becomes a staring contest between the two of us and even though I try to keep my composure, I just can't stay calm because of the chill and dread rising in me. His inhuman smile widens ever so slightly, which I find revolting. He then burst into laughter, the grating sound of his amusement echoing in the underground tunnel. I can't stand his attitude; he's acting high and mighty with me, though, infuriatingly enough, he has the strength to back it up. When finally he calms down enough, he turns back to look in front of the boat and leaves me alone with my thoughts.

The realization that I might seriously be doomed dawns on me, is this what happens to the people that have to “suddenly move away" due to “some family issues"? Just what is this “descent" and “ironhive"? I feel like despite my predicament, I'm learning more about the missing puzzle piece of Jadmere's grand mystery, and I lean back in my seat, feeling my drippy clothes stick close to my skin. Sure, my life was boring, but I already miss it. I don't know where this boat is headed to nor if I have already reached the point of no return, but either way I'll be looking to escape as soon as I get the chance. I look up at the ceiling of the cavern and wonder if I'll ever get away, or if I'm headed towards some inevitable end.

“You tried to look into things that you shouldn't have, boy." the rat says, putting down his oar and turning towards me, “Just so you know, this is a one-way ticket for you. I hope you didn't leave anything or anyone you love behind. But at least you'll find all your answers where we're headed, so you got that going on for you!"

He doesn't want to give me answers, but I won't allow him to win this one. I may not have the brawns, but I do have the brains. Perhaps if I try to take guesses to hopefully get a reaction from him, I could learn more about my fate? I need to try. I feign a sigh of defeat and look away, mumbling “Judging by your attitude, I don't have much hope, do I? Let me guess, you're going to use me as a slave to launder money for whatever evil organisation you're working for?" I look up and see no reaction from him. I push it further, “or you'll just throw me in a cage and leave me to rot away?" this... doesn't have the effect I had intended, he seems to be keeping his amused smirk on his face. Regardless, I press on. “Or perhaps you'll sell me to a mad scientist who will either lobotomize me or implant some memory control system into my brain?"

The monstrous man closes the gap between us. He takes a clawed hand and holds my chin. I try batting it away, but in response he grabs my hand, and takes my other hand and pins them against the wall behind me. He leans forward till his snout is next to my ear. He whispers “Let me tell you, boy: your whole world is about to change, and I bet that you'll learn to love it, like every other individual before you did. Who knows?" He moves his head to whisper into my other ear. “You might even grow so fond of it that you'll never try to escape even if you were given the choice to."

I grab my captor's wrists and try to push him away, but he uses his tail to lock both my arms in place. I guess I wouldn't have succeeded in repelling him anyways. With a wide grin, he brings one of his hands to his hoodie to lower the zipper, revealing his grey-furred chest. Then, with the help of his powerful tail, he leads both my hands to his pectorals and forces me to rub them against his chest. I try to pull away, but his grip on me is too strong and I can only witness him toying with me. Laughing, he finally lets go of me and I quickly pull my hands away while he turns back and goes towards the front of the boat. There, he takes off his hoodie and for some reason, I can't help but stare at him. Blood rushes in my cheeks and in my groin as I watch him from my seat. For the first time since I first saw him, I take the time to really look at him. He's taller than any man I have ever met before, probably about nine feet tall, and he sports beefy muscles that make him look even more impressive. Most of his body is covered in soft gray fur with a speckling of black and white on his sides and shoulders. His nose, the interior of his round ears, his tail, his hand-paw-things, and his feet are pink and mostly furless. His long, hairless tail is pink, thick and, as I've witnessed before, powerful. The front of his pants is obscenely stretched around a hefty bulge. I blush as I realize how long I've been staring at him, and as I look up I only now realize that he had turned back towards me and is giving a toothy grin back at me.

“Like what you see, boy?" he says teasingly.

“I'm not a boy!" I spout, “I'm Ferron Cordall, a journalist at the Holton weekly and a respectable member of society, unlike you!"

“Come on, now, it doesn't matter who you were back in the ironhive. You were a journalist. Good for you, but you'll find your occupation doesn't mean a damn thing no more!" he says before sneering.

“What? I'm still a journalist, and when I escape, I'm going to tell everyone what happened!"

“How cute, you still think you can get away?" he says with false endearment. “Who would even believe you up there? The brainwashed inhabitants of the city? The police? Friends? They'll just treat you like a lunatic spoutin' nonsense about a giant rat guy taking you away on a boat. Even if some people believe you, are you sure you can trust them? Who's to say that there aren't some that are in on this, boy?"

His words echo in my mind, ingraining doubt in me. He has a point, who would believe I was captured by a giant rat who dragged me in a tunnel of darkness? If someone had told me when I was still free several hours ago, that this sort of monstrous creature existed, I would never have believed it. As a seeker of knowledge, it pains me to admit it, but he is right. No one will believe me if I claim that this monstrous creature exists, unless I can provide tangible evidence like photographs or recordings - evidence which I cannot obtain in my current situation. Never before had I cared if people believed me, so long as I knew I could reveal the truth to at least one person. But this time? I doubt I could convince even the most insane of fools... And if what that monstrous rat suggests is true, that Jadmere's government is on this, then trying to shed light on this mystery will be made even more impossible than it already is... Maybe, the truth will stay forever out of sight. Maybe there is no winning here...

The rat looks back behind him and waves at something in the distance. There, sitting on the rim of a giant pipe through where our boat is headed, is a large anthropomorphic crow-like creature. Aside from also being an animal man, he shares very little with my captor; he's a little shorter, lithe and his appearance is very refined: flawless feathers, clean attire and impeccable hairdo.

The bird waves back at the rat and says “Welcome back, Scadder, and nice pull! That black sheep looks mighty cute, I might join in the welcoming ceremony if the king allows me to!"

“Come on, Black Feather," replied the rat, “we're not supposed to use our real names while we're out there!"

As we enter the giant pipe, we hear an echo from him “It's fine, The RR's are right ahead anyways. Have a safe trip!"

The rat sits on the ship, grabs onto some bars before he looks back at me and says “you better hang on tight, boy, we're almost at the Ruthless Rapids!"

“The what?" I reply, standing up to see what's coming up. The path ahead doesn't appear to be lit.

The sound of water roaring and splashing becomes louder by the second and I see the waters becoming more agitated. The boat jolts as it bumps into something, which sends me flying to the side. I scramble to hang on to something as soon as I land on the boat's floor and try to stay on. Our vessel is rocked back and forth, left and right, the noise of the roaring water surrounding us, sudden tremors and dips, foul water splashing over us. Because of a strong shake going through the boat and because of the floor being slippery, my hold on a metallic bar slips. I gasp as I fly over the deck once more, but instead of landing in the vicious waters, a thick tail grabs me around the waist. The rat then brings me in front of him, where he secures me with the help of his tail. Scared at the idea of falling off the boat again, I instinctively try to encircle him with my arms and stick to him as closely as I can.

I close my eyes and wait for the storm to pass, all while clinging to the rat's chest. I notice his calm heartbeat and his soft fur brush against my face, it feels almost relaxing. Eventually, the violent rocking of the boat ebbs to a gentle bobbing. For the next few minutes, I don't move an inch, even though the rapids are long since gone.

“We're past the Ruthless Rapids, boy. Your beloved ironhive is far behind us."

Without letting go of him, I ask “where are we?"

“We haven't arrived yet, but soon we'll get to the cleansing port."

“You said we were past the rapids, right? Does that mean you'll answer my questions, now?"

“Can't tell you everything, but ask away, boy!"

I push away from him, still in his lap. “I'm not a boy! I already told you my name, stop calling me boy, it's infuriating!"

“You're a feisty one, aren't you, Ferron?" asked the rat mockingly.

I grumble at him before I start with my questions. “Who are you, and what exactly are you?"

“I'm Scadder. The shepherd of the lost. I basically go retrieve the black sheep who have strayed away from the so-called 'right path' like yourself."

“And... what exactly are you?"

“I'm a rat. Never seen those? Have the nutheads from above now banned learning about animals?"

“Not that! I know that you're a rat creature. I'm talking about you, and the crow from earlier. What exactly are you, hybrids or something?"

“No clue. Oh, and he's not a crow, he's a raven. He can get real sensitive about that."

“What do you mean no clue?" I say, finally realizing I'm still sitting on his lap. I get off of him and take a seat next to him. “You don't know what you are?"

“Nope. Maybe the doctor can tell you more, though he rarely talks at all and when he does, he spouts some scientific shit that no one besides him can understand."

“The doctor? Are there more people like you? Are you guys all rats and ravens?"

“There are tons more, buddy, though we have many other species. In fact, everyone is an anthro animal. You'll see why soon."

“I see... That's going to be quite the scoop. I need to get back up to Jadmere."

“Give it up, sheep. You can't go back to the surface once you've gone through the Ruthless Rapids."

“What about you, then?" I ask, trying to find the flaw in his reasoning, “or what about this boat we're sailing on? You obviously know where we're going, so you have been at some point down there before going back up."

“That's the kind of thinking that got you in this situation, boy, they don't like people that are too smart!" the rat says, chuckling, “to answer your question, I only got one thing to say. The way back is well hidden and heavily guarded, only a few individuals like myself are allowed back up there. And besides, I don't know a single person currently living in Clavegueram that would willingly go back up there. The city is a lot more fun than the depressing ironhive."

I try to think about what he just said, especially about what this “Clavegueram" thing is, but something catches my eye. The end of the tunnel seems to be coming up. The boat exits the giant pipe and reaches into a sort of calm lake. To the right, there's another pipe that seems to lead elsewhere, and to the left a dock on the side of the lake, where Scadder is rowing to. The rat then uses his tail to grab a wooden log of the pier to drag the boat closer.

My captor gets up and turns towards me, stretching. “We've gotta get out and take a shower before embarking on the next boat, the river we've been sailin' on was gutter water. Not exactly clean."

So that's why the whole area reeks so much... “Where do these two rivers lead to?" I ask the rat.

“The gutter river will merge with the sewer river. You really don't want to go there, it's literally shitty. The other river is clean water that comes from a groundwater source or whatever. It leads to Clavegueram."

Scadder finishes tying the boat to the dock with a rope and climbs up a ladder before signalling me to follow him.

I hear a grunt coming from the port “Tch, it's that plague-ridden rat again."

“Glad to see you're doing well too, scaly-leather-bag." replies the rodent.

I get up from my seat and climb after the rat only to see him puffing his chest up as he looks at an imposing alligator the same size as him. The lizard is definitely more muscular than the rodent, though his bulge is less noticeable. Both the nine foot tall men are looking at each other with tensions rising in the air. I quickly become uncomfortable.

Scadder then says mockingly “how's the port babysitting going, ever so vigilant river warden?"

The alligator claps his mouth and snarls “fuck off, you smelly disease-carrying fleabag! You know I hate this job!"

The rat replies then “You're the best at it, though. Good thing you're the only one doing it, so at least you can claim to be the best at it as well as the worst!"

“I swear" begins the reptile, “one day I'll steal that job of yours and I'll make you beg to give it back to you!"

As I witness their bickering, I wonder if they're going to come to blows. It could provide for a good distraction for both of them so I could maybe try to escape?

“Keep barking," snarls Scadder, “your bite isn't even half as scary as your pitiful and unimaginative insults, you couldn't even come up with a new one for today, you poor, poor excuse for a predator."

The lizard clenches his fists and then yells threateningly “my jaw could SNAP YOU IN TWO HALVES, you fucking bastard!"

The rodent retorts then “I'd like to see you try, but I don't have any time to waste with a hot-headed loser like you. I've brought back a black sheep and I need to lead him into the city." Before waiting for the alligator's answer, he turns to me and says “Hey, Ferron. Get in the shower," pointing to a pipe hung out in the open, “we'll give you new clothes. You can throw yours anywhere and that stupid croc will take care of getting rid of them."

I expect the alligator to retort, but he instead rolls his eyes and explains to me “yea, that rat bastard is right. My job is to make sure that our drinking water stays clean. Now, just get rid of your clothes and go take that shower. Same goes to you, Scadder."

Just as the lizard is done explaining this, a pair of underwear land on the alligator's head. The guard brings his hand on his forehead, sighs heavily and then slowly drags the piece of cloth towards the end of his snout to take it off. I look at the rat and am stunned as my eyes fall upon Scadder's stark naked frame. His massive uncut dick is lying limp, and his melon-sized balls are dangling heavily between his thighs.

The rodent says “I know, you damn lizard. Come on sheepie, we need to rinse." He notices that I'm staring at him in amazement at his enlarged junk, and adds “like what you see? Can't blame you, but now's not the time to get frisky."

With that, he goes under the pipe and turns the faucet on. I turn towards the alligator, wondering why he's so silent; I expected him to growl because of the briefs thrown on his face. However, he's holding the cloth with one hand over his snout and taking deep whiffs of it while he's caressing his own chest with his hand. I notice that his pants are getting tented quickly and it makes me wonder if all the inhabitants of this place are as weird as the ones that I met until now...

“Oi, Ferron, you'd pick him over me?" says the rat from behind me. I look over and find he's intentionally swaying his junk around. “You're hurtin' my pride, you know? Either way, stop gawking at that horny lizard and get in the shower, we don't have all day."

I grumble a bit and start undressing, removing my drenched coat, my soaked shoes, my wet socks and my pants. I unbutton my shirt and throw it on the ground with everything else and stand here, hesitating about going any further down this road. I take a deep breath in and push my boxers down to the ground. After all, the alligator is practically enjoying himself in front of our eyes, the rat is flaunting his junk and laughing about it, so I figure that nudity isn't that big a deal for these guys. I just hope that seeing all these sexy bodies won't... trigger anything embarrassing.

I then turn back towards the rat, putting a hand in front of my crotch and blushing, and say “where are the other showers?"

“What other showers?" sneers Scadder before telling, “There's only one shower here. It's open air, so there's all the room in the world for you. No need to be shy, Ferron, come here, I don't bite."

I stare at him in disbelief. He turns towards me and I see that he's fondling his massive cock, which is slowly starting to rise as blood pumps into it. I mumble a “you've got to be kidding me."

The rat laughs heartily and then says “Kidding? You've gotta get clean, Ferron!" he then looks somewhere behind me and licks his lips before adding “you know what, you can have the shower for yourself, boy. I've got something to do anyway."

Scadder then steps out, leaving the water running, and walks past me while stroking his now fully erect cock, the head of which is level with his nipples. I watch him go by me and wonder where he's headed when I see the alligator from earlier who's standing on a dock over the gutter river, massaging his hard dick while sniffing the underwear, oblivious to the rat walking towards him. I want to feel disgusted at the sight, but it's turning me on and I can't help but get an erection too as I stare at the massive cocks of the two giant creatures. Ashamed of my reaction to the rat and the alligator jerking themselves, I turn away to hop in the shower and scrub my body to get rid of the gutter water's stench.

Over the sound of the running water, loud moans and grunts echo in the underground port. I dare sneak a peek at the two, only to find Scadder balls deep in the alligator's ass while the lizard has his hands restrained by the rat. The muscular rodent is coiling his tail around the gator's cock, jerking the reptile off. I spy the tail tip teasing and slipping inside the other's urethra. The odd spectacle makes my dick throb. I turn away and attempt to concentrate on the shower, trying desperately to ignore the noises and cries of the two men in rut.

I'm not sure if they're done or not, but I still stay in the shower in the hopes that my boner would die down before Scadder came back; it'd be embarrassing if I were to be seen like that. I couldn't help but think how impressive it was that that gator took a tool as thick as his own forearm and almost twice as long so quickly. And those humongous balls swinging against his asscheeks, both sets almost the same size as the other... I close my eyes and try to get rid of the scene from my mind, when I feel something slimy press against my back and neck. I jump forward from surprise and flip around to see Scadder, his cock throbbing and dripping with cum. I realize that he just pushed his dick on my back. Even though I want to feel profoundly grossed out by the idea, there's something... somewhat erotic about it.

The rat smirks, then says “my, looks like someone enjoyed the show. We're running short on time, so your turn will have to wait. Deal?" I look behind him at the alligator, who's lying on his back on the dock, belly ballooned, ass dripping with cum, snout still covered with the underwear, and cock firing impressive shot after shot of semen all over himself and in the gutter river behind him.

“F-fuck no!" I say, flustered. I'm starting to question myself here, never before had I considered muscular guys as hot, but... fuck, everything about these guys is hot. The sewer air must be getting to me, so to divert myself from thinking about their fucking, I say “let's just get going, you said you'd give me new clothes, right? Where can I find them?"

“What a boring guy you are," he says, shrugging. “Offer still stands though. Anyways, there's a closet against the wall there, you should find towels to dry yourself... and make sure to pick the clothes labelled 'ceremonial robe', and get a large one too! You'll thank me later."

I grumble and turn away, but not before throwing one last peek at his still hard erection, and go to the closet he told me about. I open it, take a towel, dry myself and start looking for the ceremonial cloth. Looking through the different sizes, I spot one that should be a bit too large for me and take it and put it on. It's as if I'm wearing a T-shirt twice as large as I am, and its white colour reminds me of a kid dressing up as a ghost for halloween.

I see Scadder get right next to me and grab a towel from the uppermost shelf. The cloth is gigantic and he completely wraps it around himself to dry himself. I don't know how effective towels are when you have fur, but I can't imagine it being convenient at all. The rodent then goes to another closet and picks up a few pieces of clothing.

After ten minutes of drying himself, Scadder isn't even fully dry and some strands of fur are still stuck together. He puts on some underwear that becomes distended by his large junk and then puts on some gray shorts. Still topless, he says “Let's head out, I'll finish drying while on the second boat."

I nod and follow him as he goes to the clear groundwater river. Another boat much larger and nicer than the one we used earlier is waiting for us here. Scadder hops on it, I follow after him, and he then unties the rope holding it to the dock, making the vessel start to drift on the calm river.

“Who was that guy?" I ask the rat.

“He's one of my boyfriends. He's kinky and loves being my cumdump, so I'm happy to oblige." I am speechless. Seeing my face, he laughs loudly and then adds “he's the port warden. Makes sure that no unauthorized people will enter the City. Additionally, he also checks that nothing unclean will cross into the City."

I'm left with my thoughts, wondering if he was actually joking that he was one of his boyfriends or not. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a small cluster of ramshackle buildings built with random scrap metal. There were also some bioluminescent plants placed along the sides of the houses, making it look like a mix between a caravan parking for the night and a tiny neighborhood. “Scadder!" yelled a slender naga from one of the shores of the river, “you're finally back! It's good to see you again!"

Several other anthropomorphic animals appear from the shores and all wave at the rat on the boat.

“It wasn't that long, sheesh." the rat says, then letting out a chuckle. “You guys, good to see you again! I've brought someone from the above, so there will be a ceremony soon, hope to see you there!"

“You can count on us!" replied a chubby tanuki.

I look at the rat and the others, with questions still swarming my mind. “Scadder," I say, “you seem to know a lot of people around here. Are you a celebrity or something?"

The rodent explodes in a hearty laughter. After laughing for fifteen seconds, he wipes tears off of his eyes and explains “I already told you that I'm the Shepherd of the lost. I know most of the guys who are here because I'm the guy who brought them here from the ironhive."

“From Jadmere?" I ask. Something in his story doesn't work. There was never a raven or a naga or a raccoon in Jadmere, how could he have brought them from there? “That's impossible, Jadmere is populated by humans! You're lying to me to hide something you don't want me to learn, aren't you?"

“Something like that, I guess!" said the rat, chuckling to himself.

“It's not funny! I'm trying to understand the situation I'm in! Anyways, even if what you say is true, why would people not want to go back to Jadmere?"

“Jadmere is a grim dystopia. Its inhabitants are acting like automatons and aren't allowed free will or free speech. They're just insignificant cogs in a giant machinery whose only purpose is to maintain some false sense of order and justice or whatever."

“You're just saying that because you need some excuse to justify my abduction, aren't you?"

“Come on, Ferron. You were investigating Jadmere's fakeness, weren't you? Why are you defending it now?"

“I... I don't know..."

He's right. I was looking into Jadmere's secrets. And yet, I still want to believe that it wasn't that bad. Thanks to the calm sailing, I can focus on my thoughts. Several things Scadder told me point to a sort of orchestrated conspiracy, the kind that can only come out of a delirious fool's ramblings, but when I try to come up with counter arguments to this theory, I can't think of anything. Even if I took all the information I got from Scadder as truth, I still feel like I don't know enough. The missing piece of the puzzle feels so close, almost within my grasp, and yet it is still so far away. The water flows slowly and there's little noise around. A droplet falling here, a paddle in the water there, or sometimes a croak of a frog. Then, a thought suddenly strikes me.

“Wait, you said that there are people who lived in Jadmere where we're headed?" I ask excitedly, as if this was the thing I've been looking for all this time.

“Yup, I did say that. Why, you lookin' for a long lost friend or something?" Scadder asks teasingly.

“Yes!" This is it! The key to this mystery! If I can find my old friend Xander, I can have all the answers I seek. “Do you know about all the people who were brought from Jadmere?" I ask, hopeful.

“I know most of them. Can't say if I know your friend unless you give me a name," he says, shaking his head. “But if he was like you, looking into things he shouldn't have, then there are high chances that I was sent to retrieve him and bring him in the City. What was his name?"

“Xander. Xander Wreign. He's about my height, brown hai-"

“Say no more. I already know who it is."

My heart skips a beat. “So he's in Clave-whatever?"

“Clavegueram, boy. And yup. He's there. You definitely won't recognize him right away though." he says, picking up his old radio thingy and talks into it, “Guys, Scadder here. The newcomer wants to see Xander, can you tell him to wait for us at the port?"

A morose voice responds “Whaaaaat? Seeeeriouslyyyy? Of aaaall the people, Xander? There's no way to know where that fucker is..."

“Just call for him, I'm sure he can pick it up with his very good ears." says Scadder. “Tell him he's got a visit from above. That should get him to come."

“Fiiiiine." replies the guy on the other end of the radio, “don't get your hopes up, though, there's no way to know if he's busy with a client, napping in the fields, running after some stud or if he's chasing after the butterfly..."

“Well, I'm countin' on you guys either way." the rat says before turning to me and adding “you heard them, Ferron. You might see him, or you might not, we'll see."

My hopes are suddenly shaken. This doesn't sound like Xander at all. I ask, incredulous, “Did they say... chasing a butterfly?"

“Yup, why?"

“That's odd... It doesn't sound like Xander, and it definitely doesn't sound like something he'd do."

“That's cause you're still thinking like a citizen of Jadmere, kid. People are free to do as they please in Clavegueram, and if they want to chase after some insect, then so be it. I can't blame him for trying to get the butterfly, there's a particularly gorgeous one in the City."

It has to be past midnight by now, and my sleep addled mind was having a hard time processing this new perspective. I yawn loudly and readjust myself on the seating to prevent myself from falling asleep.

Scadder looks at me over his shoulder and says “not used to staying up late into the night, eh? It's fine, you can sleep. We're still a few hours away from the City and you definitely want to be awake when we get there."

I grumble an “okay..." at the rat despite my uneasiness as to whether to trust him or not, but honestly, a bit of rest feels like an enticing prospect. I use my ample clothing as a makeshift blanket and let myself drift into a slumber.

“Ferron?"

Someone shakes my shoulders and whispers my name. I open my eyes, Scadder is looking at me with an impatient look on his face.

“Ferron! We're here." he says, standing up.. I look around and notice we're still on the boat, approaching the end of the underground tunnel. Scadder comes over and ruffles my hair. “Welcome to the city!"

As we exit the tunnel, Ahead of us was a large island city full of houses made from old repurposed metallic sheets and tubes. I look around and realize we've entered an enormous dome. As we get closer to the island, we start heading towards one of the waterways that went into the city. The river branches out into a network of veins throughout the city, its waters bringing life into the city. The river banks are surrounded by brick walls, bringing an established feel to the city. There are hundreds of lampposts - no two of them alike - lighting the whole city and giving the place a warm atmosphere. Several people are looking at our boat, pointing their finger at me and whispering to each other. No matter how hard I scan my surroundings, I cannot find two people who share a species. They're all anthropomorphic animals; I see a shark, a lizard, a bernese mountain dog, a tiger, a peacock and even a grasshopper; there are so many of them! They were all varied sizes, ranging from a petite and relatively small 6 foot tall shrew to chubby and monstrous 10 foot tall vulture man. I spot between a voluptuous cow lady and a toned zebra man a fennec fox who peeks his head out to look wide-eyed at our boat. Even though the vessel keeps advancing, his piercing gaze is cast upon it, and I have the uncanny feeling he's looking solely at me. As soon as I'm about to lose sight of him because of the boat's sailing, he squeezes himself back from between the other two and runs off to who knows where.

As our ship goes through the canal, I forget about the fennec, getting distracted by this vivacious new city. I can see lots of people around, all of them walking jovially, conversations buzzing through the air. The thing that strikes me most with this place is that it is so lively and happy. The animal people are smiling as they stroll or run around, waving at each other, laughing and holding hands or waists as they move alongside the waterways. Back in Jadmere, I would have never seen any of this. The atmosphere is so welcoming and heartwarming, the energy radiated by the people feels almost electric. Even during celebrations or holidays in Jadmere, people weren't as joyful as all these animal people here. Scadder waves at some of the guys on the edge of the canal, throws them a joke and laughs heartily. I go back to looking at the other people, seeing some of them cheer for me, others sneaking glances at me and whispering to one another, and a few are just smirking wide. Somehow, I manage to catch some words from the ambient noise, like “festival", and “ceremony".

Scadder told me earlier that some of the people here used to be Jadmere citizens. However, no matter where I look, I can't find any humans. I thought that for sure people that were taken from Jadmere and brought here would come to see me, but it doesn't look like there would be anyone for me. Maybe they're jailed in this city, I don't know for certain. Atop one of the houses, I see the fennec fox from earlier. His piercing gaze is trained upon me. His tail is wagging haphazardly and his ears alternate between standing upright and being folded backwards, switching from one to the other every few seconds. The boat passes under a bridge, and after we've passed under it, I spot a colourful bait floating besides us in the water. I run my eyes along the fishing line and find a rod held by a frog man who's sitting over the ledge of the bridge we just passed under. He casually waves at me with a smile before taking his pipe off to blow some smoke in the air.

As we meander through the city, I spot a giant plaza with a fountain in the middle, in which a few bird-people are splashing each other or sitting and talking. We pass by what looks like a street market where people are happily exchanging pieces of scrap for other pieces of scrap. Then, I realize that we're drifting towards what looks like a port with docks and a lighthouse with clock faces on it towering above all the other buildings. Once again, Scadder grabs one of the docks with his tail to pull our vessel in. He then ties the boat to the dock and jumps out.

“There's something I need to do, Ferron," says the rat. “Be back here in an hour. You can do whatever you want in the meantime. Just don't get lost though, ok?" He then turns and quickly disappears into the city.

After I climb up from the boat onto the dock, I start taking in my surroundings. My eyes run over the ramshackle yet stable buildings and the odd craftsmanship of them. The weird architecture is vastly different from Jadmere; the residents here seem to have assembled old pieces of junk together in a creative way to make an elaborate jigsaw puzzle. This patchwork makes up the walls of the buildings, held together by what seems to be a sort of cement. This makes it especially impressive considering how tall of a building it is with this patchwork assembly.

I hear someone yell my name, and so I turn towards its source, the entrance gate to the port. It shocks me that someone other than Scadder would already know my name considering that it's my first time here.

“Ferron? Is that you?" yells the fennec fox who was staring at me among the crowd earlier.

I look at the guy, surprised that he'd know my name. He's shivering in excitement and he's taking slow hopeful steps closer to me.

“That's you, right, Ferron!?" he says again, hopeful.

I raise an eyebrow and try to make sense of this situation, taking a small step back. Before I can even say anything, he runs towards me and jumps at me with his arms open wide. He traps me in a hug and because of our momentum, we both fall on the ground with a thud, with him pinning me down with a hug.

I try pushing him away and ask “Who are you?", slightly distressed.

He breaks his embrace, gets on all fours and looks down at me before excitedly yelling “Ferron! It's me, Xander! I'm so happy to see you again!"

“Xander?!" I say, shocked. After a minute of staring at this fennec fox with big floppy ears, a large wagging tail and a huge smile upon his face, I finally mutter the strength to say “L-look," I say “you're definitely not the Xander I know; You don't even look remotely like him. Even then, he was very shy and acting very distant from others, even with his closest friends!"

He immediately counters “that's because I've changed! Or rather, it's because I don't have to hide my true self here, I can just be myself instead of the person that Jadmere wanted me to be."

“Even so, the Xander I knew was a human, not a giant fennec fox!"

He lets go of me and stands on his knees. I can finally take a good look at him, now that he isn't moving anymore. He's probably one of the smaller persons here, standing at seven feet, though that's still gigantic by the standards I've been used to in Jadmere. He's wearing nothing but shorts, and his muscles are moderately defined. His belly looks very round and squishy. What he doesn't have in height or in muscle, though, he makes up for with his sizable maleness. Though the bulge is nowhere near as big as Scadder's, it is still monsterous for his frame. I notice on the corner of his lip that there's... drool? That can't be drool, right? His shorts look... drippy. White droplets are running down between the interior of his thighs, dropping down on the ground.

“I..." he says, visibly embarrassed, “I can't say much about it yet, but... I really am Xander."

I need confirmation that he is who he pretends to be. “If it is so, you will be able to answer to me, which day were you brought here?"

“Of course! It was on the evening of September 16th, half a year ago. I'm sorry I couldn't bring you a birthday gift, I had it all wrapped up already and it was sitting on my table. If they had come for me just one day later, I'd have given it to you, but... I'm sorry."

It really is him. I take a moment to register that my best friend turned into this hyperactive fennec. “I'm sorry I doubted you, Xander. It's good to see you again."

He jumps in my arms again, pinning me under his weight once more. I know it's him, but it still weirds me out to see him like this, tail wagging, floppy ears moving around, fur covering his whole body. Because of how tightly he hugs me, I can feel his squishy belly against my front side...

I have to ask him about that, “have you been putting on some weight?"

He breaks the hug, grabs me by the shoulders and says excitedly “of course! I wasn't nearly as tall back in the boring ironhive! I really like how I look now."

“That's not what I meant. I meant..." I say and point at his belly, “that."

“Oh. Uh, well, you know... that's actually from one of our lighter sessions... I now work as an escort, and one of my favourite regulars is a handsome moth guy that I really like, and he's got some crazy energy and stamina, but when I heard you were coming, I asked him if it was fine to stop early so I could come and meet you." I was taken aback about how casual he was being. Are all the people here ok with being hyper sexual? Xander kept rambling on. “He was really understanding, he's a wonderful guy. Though I guess he probably invited over another escort or hookup..."

More sex talk? So it seems that most if not all these animal people are sexually charged. I'm really not used to people being so overt about their sexual escapades, much less showing off their bulges or sexual prowess around publicly. I try to keep the conversation going. “Wait a minute... earlier, the guys on the walkie-talkie said you were chasing after a butterfly or something like that. Is that what they meant?"

“I think it was. Why? Is that a problem?" his ears slowly lower and fold themselves backwards.

“Not at all! You do whatever you want, but I wasn't expecting you to be into other men..."

“Me neither!" he says, instantly lifting his ears up, “but you know, everyone here is so beautiful and well hung and handsome and so very sexy and I love them all!"

I would not expect any of these words coming out of Xander, much less anyone in Jadmere whatsoever. All I can say is “You've changed quite a bit since we last met, Xander." I say with an awkward smile. I give a shaky attempt to be supportive: “It's great that you've been able to get out of your shell."

“I know right? This place is wonderful! The ironhive is just so awful, I'm never ever going back there ever again!"

It's the second time already that I hear about people not wanting to leave this place. Even simply by looking here, I can see the smiles on people's faces, their cheerful attitude, their relaxed stances; they definitely look happy. Back in Jadmere, everyone had bags under their eyes, no one was allowed to have an opinion, they were afraid to show their feelings and emotions; everyone looked so glum and depressed. My friend Xander is a perfect example of the difference, he was a detective and I've worked with him on several occasions, he was like a grizzled old man in a young man's body burdened with responsibilities and expectations. But now, he's a playful and energetic fennec fox who... likes butterflies?

I tell him “That's... good for you, I guess?"

Instantly, his tail pauses mid-wag and his ears flop backwards. He looks at me and says “you don't like it here?"

I sigh heavily, trying to collect my thoughts. “Everything is so different, so... weird. This is my first time seeing the place and... I don't know what to think about it all."

“It's okay to be confused, Ferron. But everything will be fine soon, you can trust me. I bet that you won't want to leave anymore in less than two weeks! I mean one week!" he emphasises with his tail wagging and an expectant smile.

The only thing that I manage to stutter is “I don't know... maybe?"

He looks at me, hopeful. A bell toll echoes in the air and immediately he looks towards the source. His ears rise up and tingle in excitation, his eyes open wide and his whiskers are lightly twitching, his tail alternating between fast wagging and frozen mid-wag.

He lets go of me and stands up and tells me “I'm sorry, Ferron, I've gotta go now! Cya!"

Before I can even reply, he's bolting towards the city, bounding through the port gates before he disappears off into the distance. I am left all alone in this seemingly deserted place that was so lively just a minute ago, all the bystanders have run off just like my old friend. I try wrapping my head around everything that's happened to me over the past few hours. These animal people, the underground city in the sewers, the reunion with my long lost friend, everything feels surreal. To collect and gather my thoughts, I head over and sit at the end of a dock and stare at the calm water flowing.

I'm really trying to process everything that's happened over the last few hours. Xander is definitely a changed man. Physically, but also mentally. I don't know how either of these can happen, but he's nothing like the grumpy grizzled man he was back up in Jadmere. Do they brainwash people down here? But… he probably isn't, he still remembers my birthday, among other things. Could it be that Xander really likes it here? At first when I was in the boat with Scadder, I thought for sure I'd be rotting in a prison or be made a slave, or even a lab rat. From what I've seen, everyone around here looks happy. Very much so. Seeing Xander shook my convictions. Maybe what Scadder told me yesterday when we were on the boat might be more than just him teasing me, the part about 'I might even grow so fond of it that I'd never even think about leaving' or something similar to that. All the pieces of the puzzle fit together in an odd way. This city... perhaps it does change people. In the opposite way that Jadmere changes people. If that's the case, then my fate might not be so grim as I thought it'd be. A new beacon of hope has appeared and is casting a faint ray that, for the first in my whole life, isn't tied to Jadmere.

Without me realizing it, the hour of waiting passes by quickly. My thoughts are in a constant state of turmoil. I don't know what to do nor what to think. I don't even know what will happen to me.

“Oi, Ferron!" I hear from behind me. It's the voice of the giant rat. “Come with me, we've gotta get you ready for the ceremony now."

“The what?" I reply, standing up and staring at the approaching rat.

“You'll see soon enough. Just follow me," he says, grabbing my wrist with his tail. It doesn't look like I have much of a choice, so I just walk behind him. As I'm following him in a deserted street, he explains “I can't wait for the ceremony to start, you know. It's a big event and everyone has been in a frenzy since they heard the news of a new lamb. I am pretty excited myself, even more so because I might be in the spotlight along with you!" he says before bursting into a hearty laughter. “I betcha you'll remember today forever! We all do!"

“We? Who? You?" I try to ask him, “Just what is this ceremony?"

“No spoilers boy! It's gotta be a surprise!" he says as he enters a rather large building made from an upside down modest pirate vessel hull.

He finally lets go of my wrist and steps forward. There, in the middle of the room, a 5 foot 8 man with weird attire stands, making him the shortest being that I've seen in the city. His whole costume is made of black leather and black fabric: a curious mask that looks like a long bird beak, with goggles for vision. On his head rests a rather large top hat. He has a sort of cape on his shoulder, a long dark robe, leather gloves, boots and probably too many belts.

“There's your guy, Donger." Scadder whispers, gesturing to me.

“Gratitude." replies the guy, who then walks closer to me. His steps are slow, but resolute. He's intimidating, even with his relatively shorter stature. He circles around me, gauging me, I feel his calculating stare go right through me and analyze my very being, which sends a shiver down my spine. He then leans towards me, the beak of his mask uncomfortably close to my nose. For a dozen seconds or so, he doesn't move an inch and glares into me. He turns away then speaks to me in a single word. “Come."

I follow him to the entrance of a room with a rather large cluttered desk in the middle. Bunsen burners, vials, beakers and other glass containers are in a controlled chaos on the wooden furniture. A single oil lantern lights the place with an acidic green colour, casting creepy shadows on the walls. On one side of the room, there's a cauldron resting over a fireplace where red embers are still fluttering. Many shelves are lined up against the walls, all stacked with various sealed glass containers, some of them filled with eyeballs in some weird liquid, others filled with some fluorescent goop that constantly produces large bubbles, there's even one with a live scorpion skittering and walking against the glass. The whole place has an eerie feeling to it.

Before I can step inside the room, though, Scadder stops me by putting his tail on my chest and pushing me backwards. He whispers in my ear “never go in Donger's lab. Do everything he says, and do it quietly."

I watch the doctor in his room. He slowly walks around the table, looking at what is scattered on it, or perusing the shelves. Eventually, he raises his arm and delicately picks a vial with a blue liquid. He puts it on the table, then walks again around it. Every time he makes a lap around the furniture, he stops and stares at me with insistence. I try to peer into the goggles to hopefully see what kind of creature he is, but I cannot gain any conclusive clues due to the opacity of the glass combined with a lack of light. He walks away again, picks another vial, which he puts next to the first one, and comes back to me again. It's as if he's glaring right into my soul, which feels fairly unsettling. He continues gathering more vials until he has five of them. He looks at them, and then steps towards the entrance of the room again, his hands crossed behind his back.

He looks at me, staring into my eyes. He then says “Leave." and turns back to his lab.

He doesn't need to tell me twice. I felt like there would be more to the confrontation, but I feel so relieved that it's over. Scadder gestures at me to come, so I gladly go to him. He guides me through winding alleyways until we arrive in front of a door from which I can hear hundreds of cries of excitement. Before pressing down on the handle, he uses his tail as a sort of handcuffs to bind my hands together tightly. I want to ask him what he's doing but deep down I know he won't answer me. He opens the door, which reveals a gigantic arena with crowded stands. The whole area reminds me of a sort of coliseum, but on a smaller scale and built with scraps instead of stone. Hundreds of people are seated all around the arena, and the cheers increase in intensity as soon as Scadder pulls me out of the building into the open area. The first thing that strikes me about this place is that every single being in the audience watching us is stark naked and the members of the crowd are, more often than not, already fully erect or dripping. I can feel my heart start to race, just what is going to happen here? My mouth falls agape as I see one guy sitting on a throne made from several junked cars. I can't believe my eyes. He's an anthropomorphic bull that is at least four times as tall as me, with muscles rippling across his broad frame. If my jaw could drop to the ground, it would have done so as soon as my eyes fell how much he packed. His still limp equine penis is as thick as one of his own legs and is laying on two enormous balls that are resting on the ground because of their sheer mass. He's wearing very little clothing; a decorated loincloth that doesn't even fully cover his junk and some golden jewels and necklaces laced around his neck and shoulders. He's idly caressing his tool that's somehow still growing bigger, while grinning at me.

“Oi, Ferron, stop gawking at the king." I feel a strong tugging at my hands, it seems that I had stopped moving because I stared at the giant bull man. “That's King Magerus. So you too can't take your eyes off him, eh? Don't worry, you'll get plenty of time to gawk at him soon."

Puzzled by what he meant, I continue to follow him until I find myself at the center of the coliseum. There is a stone table standing there, and Scadder lifts me up to sit me on top of it. He then grabs two chains at the end of which there are metallic wrist cuffs and puts them around my hands, one after the other. Panic wells up in me as I look up at him, silently asking what was going on. A ball forms in my throat. Up until now, I was fairly serene and had accepted my fate, but that was before this happened! I try to pull on my restraint, which holds me firmly in place. It is loose enough that I have a bit of leeway for movement, but not enough for me to try to escape from the stone monument.

“You scared, bud?" he whispers with an amused grin. I feel completely trapped and utterly powerless. Everything happening here is beyond my will. I want to get out, I need to get out. A hand is put on my shoulder. I look up to Scadder, my eyes most likely showing my fear. He smiles gently at me and says, “I know you're scared, boy, but don't worry, everything will be fine. Heck, I was terrified when I was in your exact same spot before, but nothing bad will happen to you." Such a simple gesture, and a simple thing to say. I don't know if I can believe in him, but I take a few deep breaths that help me calm down a little.

Scadder stays close to me keeping his hand on my shoulder and waves to the bull from earlier. The giant man stood up, showing his insanely huge body to everyone in the audience, I myself getting a front row seat. Gasps, cries of admiration, and lusty cat calls echo in the arena, until the bovine titan lifts his hand next to his head. In all of a second, all sound stops.

Everyone is dead silent.

“I, King Magerus, welcome all of you today, for today is a day of celebration!" booms the king in a deep voice. He speaks loud and clear to the whole arena, “Like many others before, a black sheep has lost its way back in Jadmere, wasting his talent in a city that would not recognize his worth. Unlike up there, we do not discriminate against those who supposedly stray from the so-called right path; we accept everyone in our herd, in our family."

“Formerly a reporter and journalist who was seeking the truth in many obscured subjects, Ferron will now undergo the Ceremony of Welcoming. Thus begins a new chapter in his life, in our lives, and in the life of Clavegueram!" Thunderous applause erupts from all around me, filling the stadium. A few moments later, the bull lifts his hand in the air, and everyone falls silent. He turns his head to one of the coliseum's entrances and quietly calls “Donger, if you please" in a low voice.

A door creaks open, breaking the silence and earning a few whispers from the audience. As soon as the doctor steps in, complete silence instills itself in the arena again. Donger strides in with his token black cloak and his plague mask. I glance at the plague doctor and see that he's carrying a silver platter upon which rests a black and neon green cushion. On top of the fabric lay a collection of vials containing various bright colored substances. When he arrives in front of the king, the doctor offers the silver platter to him and speaks a couple words. The bull king nods, stares at the cushion and looks like he's thinking about it all. A large bovid finger points at three vials of his choosing, and Donger dips his head in agreement. The doctor puts his platter down, takes another larger vial from within his coat and takes the ones that the bull pointed at, one by one, to put their contents in the larger container, mixing them together. He then pulls a holding plier from a pocket and holds the vial with it, adding one last ingredient to the mix before heating it with a blowtorch that he pulled from within his coat while swirling the contents. Finally, he puts away the blowtorch, corks the vial and inverted it twice before turning to me.

My heart skips a beat as I see the doctor start to walk directly towards me. I look to Scadder, and notice he is staring down at me with a stern look. It's as if he's silently ordering me to stay put. Trying to swallow the ball that forms in my throat, I stare at the scientist as he gets closer and closer to me. He climbs on top of the altar and kneels on it besides me, uncorking the potion and bringing it to my mouth.

“Drink." the doctor says.

I look at the potion, then Scadder, then the doctor. I know there's no escape from this. I'm chained to an altar, surrounded by hundreds of people. Resigning to my fate, I close my eyes. I open my mouth. The vial touches my lip and warm liquid rushes into my mouth; it tastes surprisingly sweet, like honey with a faint lavender flavour and a couple notes of smokiness and bitterness that are barely detectable. Swallowing the concoction would definitely seal my fate; if I want to try to rebel, it's now or never. However, no matter how I look at it, the odds will be against me if I try anything, and so I restrain myself from spitting the liquid. Begrudgingly, I swallow the potion.

I expected to die or to have convulsions or anything from drinking this concoction, but nothing comes. I open my eyes again to check what's going on, and see the doctor walk back towards the king. For some reason, my skin starts to itch a lot, making me want to scratch it. Meanwhile, the scientist picks his silver platter up and goes back towards the coliseum entrance from which he came. The door closes very audibly, and immediately afterwards, the silence breaks as whispers start rising from all around me.

The king stands up and speaks again “With Donger's miraculous alchemy, we will be witnesses to a beautiful rebirth. The lost black sheep will be reborn, reborn as a proud member of Clavegueram and as a valuable member of our herd!"

Loud cheers and cries erupt from the surrounding audience. Meanwhile, Scadder repositions me to lay lengthwise on the altar. It's getting difficult for me to focus on my surroundings as my mind gets really hazy, but I try to follow what is being said.

“As we all know," resumed the bull, “the conversion of a black sheep as one of us cannot be done exclusively with alchemy. It is up to us to provide what is needed to help. Therefore, today, five individuals have been granted the privilege to assist with the Rebirth. As soon as the black sheep is renewed in his new body, I will name the individuals chosen to aid in the Rebirth!"

It's getting hard to understand words now... my whole body is heating up and every square inch of my body is impossibly itchy. I feel the tip of Scadder's tail touch my leg, which feels so good... The more he rubs me, the more I shiver from his touch. I let myself fall back on the stone monument and enjoy his ministrations as he playfully rubs up my thigh. Am I really... enjoying this? Why is this happening to me?! I whine from frustration. Blood starts pumping into my crotch and in my face. I can almost picture myself getting as red as a tomato because of the tent forming in my cloth in the middle of a packed coliseum. The weird tingling sensation beneath my skin keeps getting stronger by the second, almost like goosebumps. For some reason, Scadder's touch feels... intoxicating. With one rub from his tail I surprise even myself as a lusty moan escapes from between my lips. I lift my head off the monument to look around, and when my gaze falls upon my feet, my mouth falls agape.

My nails are... elongating. Visibly elongating. They're slowly becoming like... claws? I hear Scadder chuckle of amusement, and give him a stare mixed with horror and questioning. His grin widens even more as he coils his tail around my leg. He then lifts my whole leg up, making my robe slide down and revealing... is that... MY leg? I stare at my limb, dumbfounded. My previously hairless skin is now covered by a thin white fur. I look up at my foot which is slowly becoming much thinner, almost skeletal, with my nails growing longer yet again.

While I am staring at my foot, I remark that my nose is extending out. Or is it that my eyes are getting further away from each other? I can feel my tailbone elongate; I concentrate on it, realizing that I can somewhat control it. Am I... growing a tail? I don't understand what's going on! And if these guys in the arena weren't so loud, I'd be able to actually think! The noise is now deafening. My whole head is getting so itchy, I bring a hand to the side of my head to scratch my ear only to find that it isn't there anymore; I run my hand up along my skull and find them on top of my head. They're... rounder, much bigger, and so... fluffy.

My nostrils are assaulted by a myriad of new scents that are overloading my brain. It's... as if I can... I can smell arousal? Musk, semen, and... f-fuck, it's making me hornier! Scadder's tail touches my ballsack, making me shiver and arch my back. I try to look down, but my expanding muzzle is blocking most of the view... wait, muzzle? I bring both hands on my newly grown muzzle to feel it. I open my mouth and run my fingers against my teeth. My two upper incisors have grown considerably. My nails - or rather, claws? - are scratching my gums. I bring my hands in front of my face to have a better look. My hands are still the same colour, but they're... bigger, and my nails are longer. Starting from my wrists, a thick white fur is running down my arms. On the sides of my muzzle, whiskers are growing.

Suddenly, I feel Scadder let go of my leg with his tail. I lift my head off the stone and look at him. He's grinning and groping his huge erection with both hands, stepping back. I view my surroundings, trying to ignore my raging erection and my unbearable arousal in order to assess the situation.

“A mouse, eh?" Scadder says, “you look just so cute like that, Ferron. If I had my wish I would be inside your ass already, but who actually gets to do that is not my place to decide."

Just hearing his voice makes my whole body tremble with excitement. I've never felt so pent up in my entire life before; is this an aftereffect of the potion? The itchiness is starting to subside, my thoughts are getting clearer, though my mind is mostly focused on one thing. My arousal, and a... craving. A craving that I don't know how to explain.

No matter where I look, I see giant anthropomorphic monsters, and I can't take my eyes off their perfect bodies. I stare at their fur or scales, at their tails and ears, at their thick muscles. I gawk at some individuals' large balls slapping against another's thighs because of their fucking. I find myself lusting after some of their enormous dicks, my mouth watering at the sight of the pre or cum flying from their tips. I feel... confused and so... extremely aroused.

“The black sheep is finally reborn!" the bull yells, drawing my attention to him. He's standing up with his arms in the air, grinning from ear to ear. My eyes are instinctively drawn to his huge growing erection. The poor excuse for clothing that is the bull's loincloth is rising higher by the second, and I just can't take my gaze off it. The giant length, the impossible girth, the exotic shape, the thick veins decorating the- “The first two who shall initiate our new friend are..." I'm interrupted from my thoughts and listen to the king's announcement. “Ralph, and Xander!"

Did he say... Xander? And what exactly does he mean by initiating me? A tanuki man gets into the arena, rubbing his hands together while smiling. His gut is rather large, and although he has a relatively small dick judging by what I see in the stands - it's only about eight inches long - his balls make up for it. They're about each as large as his belly is and he seems to be having trouble walking with such boulders between his legs. I... I want to touch them, to rub them, I want to nuzzle against them, I-

“Ferron! Ferron!" I hear a squeal from behind me, “I was chosen for your initiation!"

I look back to see Xander, whose face and torso seemed thoroughly coated with lines of some sticky white fluid. He's running towards me, completely naked, allowing me to gawk at him. Aside from noticing that his belly looks fuller than earlier, I barely even look at anything other than what's between his legs. Between his legs dangle two heavy-looking grapefruit sized balls, and his foot long cock is bobbing against his full belly with every step he takes. What's wrong with me, why am I looking at him like that? Why can't I take my eyes off his... delicious-looking cock, and... f-fuck!

“Ferron! you look so beautiful now!" Xander says, breaking me out of my trance. I feel his two hands touch my shoulders, and I can smell the strong musk emanating from his cock. He approaches closer, bringing his junk right into my nose. He begins talking to me again, but... I'm too distracted by his ballsack enveloping my muzzle, his musk filling my nostrils to even register what he's saying to me. The scent is driving me completely wild. I lift my head out of his ballsack and my nose bumps against the underside of the massive knot adorning his cock. I... I feel my will break. I want it. I want him. I don't care about how I look in front of everyone else. I open my mouth, and I... I start licking the huge tool. It's so weird, but so... fascinating. My taste buds are assaulted by an intoxicating salty taste like nothing I've ever tasted before. The dick is smooth, with the occasional ridges and bumps along the length, and I revel in the experience.

I feel two hands grab my ankles and spread my legs. Then, a rather thick cock is pressed against my butt. It's... throbbing. The pulsing of the dick against my ass, it's... awakening something in me... like an irrepressible desire. I've never had anything in my ass ever before, and yet I feel this... need. Almost like an unbearable itch. I want it inside of me. The tanuki bucks his hips, making his cock rub against my hole. The feeling is amazing, but it didn't satisfy me completely.

I... I want both of these cocks inside me. Feeling them teasing me only brings agony; I need them inside me! I wiggle my butt against the one taunting my behind, and stop lapping Xander's to look at the fennec fox with pleading eyes. My friend grabs his cock, pulls back a bit and brings the tip of his large shaft in front of my muzzle. Finally, it's going to happen! I can't contain my excitement anymore, I open my mouth and immediately start lapping at the vulpine cock, licking the pre off its tip and swallowing it. As soon as the liquid is gulped down, I open my mouth again - wider this time - and wrap my lips around the head of the enormous cock. It's so thick and fills so much of my mouth - or rather, my muzzle.

The dick against my butt is pulled away, making me whine. But then, I feel its tip graze against my hole! F-fuck! My asshole is stretched wide open by the tanuki's cock. I involuntarily yip around Xander's cock from the sudden insertion. I had never felt that before, and though it startled me, it feels amazing! The feeling of the dick sliding into me, inch by inch, is something I wish I discovered long ago. This is all so overwhelming that a large jet of pre is shot from my dick onto the ritual clothing. The tanuki is pushing his shaft inside me, deeper and deeper. I don't know how much of it is in me, but I want more of it. It's lodged in me, throbbing lightly and rubbing against my insides, providing pleasure like I've never experienced before. Is he... pulling out of me? Why? I want it deeper ins- fuck! He's pushing back in! Shivers begin coursing through my body as I feel the cock spread my insides. The deeper he gets inside me, the stronger the pleasurable feelings become.

Xander starts pushing his own cock inside me, bringing me back out from the pleasure-induced trance caused by the dick in my ass. I want him to go as deep as he can, so I aim my head lower, straightening my throat for him to shove his dick down my awaiting oesophagus. My eyes fall upon his balls, and I find myself desiring to worship them. Even though my wrists are chained, I have enough freedom to bring my hands to the nice round spheres and grope them, knead them, massage them. Then my throat is forced open as the tip of Xander's dick is pushed inside. It's inching deeper down, sliding further inside me.

The whole experience is so blissful, so new, so amazing, so... F-fuck, I can't take any more! I reach my orgasm, my body rocked by spasms of pleasure. My cock is pumping cum, sending several plentiful spurts against the oversized robe I'm wearing. The liquid then drips through the fabric onto my belly, probably coating my white fur with my seed.

The tanuki's crotch bumps against my ass, and at the same time, Xander's knot bumps against my lips. A pair of hands grab my waist, and then the cock in my ass is pulled out before being rammed back inside. The tanuki is getting serious, finally! He starts fucking me, increasing his rhythm ever so slightly. In the meantime, Xander keeps pushing inside my mouth. My lips distend slightly as the knot teases them. Both are so deep inside me, and yet, I yearn for more. My body wants more, it needs more!

As if to answer my plea, I feel Xander's knot pushing hard against my lips. Eager to take it inside, I open my mouth wider to welcome the ball of flesh. My lips are spread wide by the intruding protrusion. It fills my mouth so much that my cheeks are swollen by it. I want to move my tongue to work on the knot, but it's pinned against the bottom of my mouth from its sheer thickness. The musk assaulting my nose is so much stronger now that my nose is buried between Xander's two grapefruit-sized orbs. His enormous shaft is throbbing inside me, making my whole body quake with each of its throbs. I love every second of it. The fennec caresses my bulged throat, and then begins very small humping motions. He doesn't even try pulling his cock out, thankfully, but he still moves his cock forward and backwards fractions of an inch at a time.

The hands against my waist grip tighter on me, and then the tanuki's crotch bumps against my ass more forcefully than before. I hear a drawn out moan escape the tanuki's lips. Then, I can feel his cock throb harder, and feel liquid invade the depths of my ass. It's pumping cum in me, again and again. Shot after shot. It feels neverending. The warmness fills me up, a large pressure forming in my abdomen. I bring one hand to my belly, surprised to find it slightly swollen. Every time the raccoon's dick pulses inside me, my hand rises up slightly higher.

Being filled like this only leads me to wanting more, more! I bob my head on Xander's cock. I want him to fill me too, just like the tanuki. My friend's moans are music to my ears, and help coax me to go ever faster, moving my tongue as much as possible and gagging around his magnificent dick to hopefully bring it to release. After a few more seconds, it finally happens. The floodgates are opened and a torrent of creamy white fluid slides through the cock and directly into my stomach. Before the first blast is even finished, I'm as full as if I had eaten a four course meal. Satisfied, I bring my other hand to my belly to feel it swell from both cocks pumping cum inside me. I wish I could taste Xander's seed, but his dick is so deep in me that I can only hope that I'll get to sample it sooner or later.

I'm getting close to another climax. Feeling both cocks inside me, throbbing and shooting cum, and... that immense pressure! F-fuck! My own dick begins pumping seed once more as I reach orgasm. I'm spasming from pleasure, uncontrollably clenching from both ends around the two dicks in me. A blissful and long moment of orgasmic pleasure passes, with my dick shooting more cum on my vestment and fur, and with both the studs fucking me filling me for what felt like minutes.

Much to my disappointment, this incredible experience comes to an end. My dick is throbbing, leaking the last of my orgasm, and the flow in my stomach has stopped. Or has it? The tanuki's cock is still throbbing inside me, and probably still shooting? I can't tell anymore, my belly feels so full that I can't even tell if it's still swelling or not. Xander begins pulling away, forcing my lips to stretch once more around his retreating knot. As he slowly removes his dick from my throat, I finally get to taste his seed. The salty fluid dances on my tastebuds and makes me willingly swallow whatever seed is in my mouth. When he's pulled out everything except the head of his tool, I suckle on it once more, hoping and succeeding to draw a few more droplets of the delicious liquid. Finally, he completely pulls it out. I pant loudly, and lift my head to look at the tanuki and find him still going, his face distorted by pure bliss.

“That was amazing, Ferron!" Xander tells me, “We gotta catch up and do that again sometime!"

“Y-yes..." I mumble, out of breath, “gladly..."

I watch my fennec friend rub my head with one of his hands, then walk away towards the king. He bows respectfully before sprinting towards the audience and disappearing among them. Something feels off. My belly is getting hotter by the second. It's like... the itchiness from earlier all over again. My stomach is gurgling loudly, as if I was starving. I don't understand... I just had a full meal!

“The first two initiators are almost done with the black sheep!" exclaimed the king loudly, earning excited cries and loud moans from the audience. “The next two to get the privilege of initiating him are" the giant bull says, pausing for a dramatic effect, “Scadder and Bellaris!"

The cock buried in my ass is still shooting cum, though the tanuki is starting to slow his rhythm down. All of a sudden, I hear a yelp from him and feel him pulling out completely, his cock spraying my butt with more seed. I then hear a familiar voice.

“Oi, Ralph, your turn's over." Scadder says, making the tanuki grumble as he's showering cum all over my legs. The rat then turns to me and says “Let's get you in a more comfortable position, boy, shall we?" he adds. I find my hands uncuffed, and then the rat's hands proceed to flip me on my front side. My stomach is so full that I can't really lay flat on top of the stone monument, rather lying on top of my squishy overfilled belly. I feel liquid flow from my ass down my balls, making me shiver. “There we go, much better!" he booms, grabbing his rigid dick and smacking it down in front of my face, “Told you you'd get your turn buddy. Now, how about we get you to work?"

I look up at him, a dumb smile breaching my lips, and immediately grab his thick tool. My hand grips around more of his cock than I thought I'd be able to. Either his cock is shrinking or I'm growing…? I don't let these thoughts distract me for long. I slide a few fingers under the foreskin to caress the head from the inside, all while lapping the pearls of pre that drip from the slit. Once again, the rodent uses his tail to tease me. His tail goes from my face to my neck, shoulders, sides and finally butt. While I marvel at the sheer size of the tool in front of my nose, I can feel Scadder's tail sliding against my hole, running circles around it. This teasing is so... amazing! I can't wait any longer, I lift the rat's slowly erecting cock and bring it to my mouth, stretching wide. Wider than for Xander's cock, almost as wide as for the knot. Only a fraction of the giant shaft is inside me and I already feel so full, so happy, so eager for more. My asshole is suddenly forced open as the rodent's large tail slides inside me, slithering to enter my abused rear entrance and tickling me from the inside. It's wiggling inside me, as if prodding and looking for something. F-fuck, this feels amazing! The tip of the tail is rubbing a spot so sensitive and erogenous that I moan loudly around his cock. My brain is overloaded and I tremble as his dick is slowly venturing further into my throat, making me grip on it harder. I look up, noticing Scadder saw my reaction. He's grinning down at me while he keeps grinding against that spot inside me.

“Get your tail outta here, fleabag!" says a voice similar to one that I've heard recently.

I hear Scadder groan, and then feel his tail exit my ass. Scadder snapped back, “Hey Bel, your family can never seem to get enough huh? Had your younger brother sniffing my underoos being a cum fountain from his dick and his ass last I left him. Maybe soon after this you'll find yourself in the same position, bein my eager bitch?"

I look up at the rat with pleading eyes, letting out an impatient moan of need. I'm his eager bitch. As I lay waiting, something odd strikes me. My belly has flattened quite a bit, and for some reason, Scadder looks... a tiny bit shorter? Why are my feet off the monument now? What's going on here? A huge shaft slaps the area between my buttcheeks, interrupting my thoughts. The cock is pulsing and dripping fluids on my back already. Its owner leans against me and puts his head on my shoulders. I look at him, and see a huge alligator snout, reminding me of the guard back at the two rivers. I try to turn to view more of him, but with Scadder's cock thoroughly lodged in my throat, I'm left to only imagine what that presumably large gator looks like.

“You're a cute little mouse, you know that?" the reptile says. I assume he's the one named Bellaris. He continues, “I'm almost envious of you for being where you are right now. Sucking on Scadder's magnificent cock and getting to drink his cum," he adds, giving the rat's tool a large lick, “you better work hard on it, that fleabag loves it when his boyfriends are eager sluts. And besides, the thirstier you are for cum and the more you can keep inside of you, the better it gets for you..." he continues, grabbing the back of my neck and pushing me forward, forcing me to take more of the shaft in my mouth. Surprised, I choke around the cock a bit before I get my bearings and get back to sucking.

Satisfied, Bellaris gets back up off my back and presses the tip of his dick against my asshole. Even the very tip is thicker than the tanuki's shaft. I shiver from anticipation, I want it inside me, I want it to rub against that soft spot that Scadder touched earlier! It begins invading my insides, spreading my butt even wider than before. Pleasure fills me, my body trembling and my brain going into overdrive. The gator's cock mashes against my pleasure button, and I can't hold out any longer. I reach another orgasm, my cock shooting cum over my ceremonial robes as both the rat and the gator push their huge dicks deeper inside me.

Then, the two of them stop pushing any deeper inside me. I hear them talking, but... I'm so overwhelmed by pleasure that I don't really understand what they're saying. I think they're talking about... 'crossing swords' or something? Scadder pulls away, and the alligator pushes in until a huge ball of flesh bumps against my butt. Then, it's his turn to pull out, and Scadder rams his cock back inside me. The two keep this game of pushing when the other is pulling for a long while, accelerating their rhythm ever so slightly. They're arguing and ranting at each other playfully while fucking me, saying things like “Bell-end" and “Weasely rat". I'm not registering much of what they're saying anymore, and to be fair... I don't care what they're saying. I just want them to go in deeper instead of pulling out like they're doing now.

As if to answer my plea, both of them begin pushing inside. Deeper and deeper. Scadder's cock slides down my throat, bulging my neck with its girth. Bellaris's dick reaches deeper inside my ass, bulging my groin, my lower stomach and my belly. They both keep pushing until I feel a more substantial stretching in my middle. It's as if the two cockheads in me have met and bulged me even more. How that is possible is beyond me, but it happened! They keep pushing more and more, and I think I can feel their shafts slide next to each other's. F-fuck, they're going even deeper. This is... absolutely amazing! I just close my eyes, gag around the cock in my mouth and clench my butt to hopefully stimulate them both. The alligator grabs me by the waist, pulls back a tiny bit and rams back inside me, slamming his knot against my butt. He repeats that again and again, trying harder with every push to make it fit inside. I can't see just how... impossibly thick this knot of his is, but I definitely can feel it slap my ass every time he thrusts inside me. Scadder too begins ravaging me, grabbing me by the head, pulling his cock out and bucking his hips forward to ram the tool back inside me. They keep going faster and pulling or pushing more. I'm in heaven. My body feels almost numb because of how long I've been in this constant state of pleasure.

Suddenly, I feel immense pleasure from my hole as Bellaris tries to force it open even larger than it is now. FUCK! I want to yelp, the pain and immense pleasure from the gator's knot sliding inside my ass is... indescribable. Both Scadder and Bellaris smirk at each other, and then they resume the fucking. Faster and faster. Scadder takes half of his cock out with every movement before shoving it back in. W-wait. Is the alligator pulling out? Oh, fuck, that knot! His tugging and my ass' stretching feel... amazing! He's definitely trying to force it out again. F-FUCK. It... it finally pops out. My ass feels sore, now. It feels so empty, now. The pressure against my hole comes back. For the third time already, my ass stretches impossibly wide around his thick throbbing knot. Gods, it feels amazing. Scadder keeps on fucking my mouth at an accelerating pace, and... holy shit. The alligator goes back to pushing and pulling his knot out. The rat is destroying my mouth and throat, and Bellaris is completely ravaging my ass now. Their crazy ever accelerating rhythm causes me to reach yet another orgasm. Gosh, I think it's my fifth release already... or maybe more. I don't know, I don't care. I just want this moment to go on forever.

Both the guys fucking me suddenly shove their cocks all the way inside me. Their groins bump against me as their cocks begin throbbing powerfully. I can feel the rumbles of their groans and grunts go through their immense tools. Y-yes, I can feel their cum start to flow in me, faster than with Xander and the tanuki earlier. It's amazing. The crowd is going wild. I feel my belly swell, lifting me ever so slightly off the stone monument. I bring both my hands to caress my slowly distending skin, feeling great pride at being able to take so much inside me.

I want them to keep going forever. To fill me with more of their cum. To make my pleasure last for all of eternity. While the bursts of cum that came from both of them were huge, their cum factories seem to have quickly emptied. Their orgasms come to an end, and the two are panting, still throwing some friendly banter at each other. They slowly begin pulling out of me, my ass stretching around the huge knot one last time. As soon as Scadder's cock is fully out, I feel cum rushing through my throat and I have to let it out. A steady flow begins dripping on the altar from my mouth. A few seconds later, the alligator has also pulls out of my ass, which begins gushing cum in a cascade over the stone.

I lay on the altar, exhausted, filled with pleasure, in a pool of cum from all four of the men who fucked me, along with my own seed. My current position of laying on my belly is so uncomfortable... Ah, well, I flop on my side to face the king and pat my full belly. Much better. I even get an amazing view of the king like that. It might take me a long while to recover from that. Gosh, that enormous equine cock of the bull is teasing me... I want to worship it... Wait, the weird feeling from earlier is coming back. My belly gurgles loudly once again. I look down to what's happening, and...

Holy fuck! Is my belly shrinking? I swear the flow of cum out of me shouldn't be enough for my belly to shrink like that! Wait a minute... my calves are not lying on the monument anymore? What's going on? Am I... The tip of my round ears are also off the altar? Holy fuck. I AM growing!

“The two pairs of initiators have welcomed the newest member of the City!" yells the bull excitedly, “Now is the time for the last initiator to come in! The final initiator will be..." he then pauses. “Yours truly. I have decided to personally welcome the black sheep in our herd!"

Cries resound from the whole arena. The bull stands up from his scrap metal throne and starts walking towards the altar, towards me. His hands go to the front of his loincloth and unfastens it, letting it drop on the floor. With how much I've been sneaking glances at his insufficient loincloth not much new is revealed except the large wavy wrinkles at the base of his cock. Those giant balls dangle like two hypnotizing pendulums with every thudding footstep he takes. His huge maleness bobs with every footfall, looming high above me and making me shiver in anticipation. I gawk at his frame as he closes in on me, lusting for his cock and admiring his balls. A simple glance at him is enough to see that he's too big for me, but I can't help but desire him... Even with my growth, he's more than twice my size! Just thinking about taking this cock inside me... I... I want it! I don't care if it's too big, I want it inside me, and I want these balls to unleash their content inside me! He's getting closer and closer. His musk gets stronger with every step he takes, and... fuck, it's driving me wild. I bring a hand to my own cock to start masturbating through the ritual clothing, surprised at the amount of girth I've gained. Damn my cock is huge. Nowhere close to what the bull is sporting, but still puts past me to shame.

The gigantic bull stops in front of the altar. I look up to him, in awe at his whole body. It looks even more impressive from up close, and if I weren't exhausted already, I'd be throwing myself against him. He stares down at me, grins wide, grabs my ceremonial robe with both hands and pulls, ripping it open. Rags are sent flying and land with a wet splat on the ground because of how coated in semen the fabric was. I'm left bare naked in front of him. Fuck, I feel so... exposed, vulnerable, and... impossibly horny. He huffs loudly, a hungry smile on his face. Then, he circles around the stone monument upon which I'm currently laying on my side, probably to have a good look at me? When he gets to the end of the altar where my feet are hanging, he stops and kneels. He pushes his ginormous tool down. Or rather, he just lets it flop down. It's so huge that gravity makes it land with a wet slap right next to me on the altar. That thing has to be as wide as I am! I scooch closer to the immense member so my belly is resting against it. I can feel through my slightly distended skin the powerful throbs rocking the massive tool. I instinctively bring both hands around the shaft to bring it closer to me. I had never seen so many different shapes for cocks before. Not that I had seen many cocks at all, but still, the shape and size of this one is especially intriguing. I brush my hands against the giant flare at the end, then slide it down the consistently huge girth of the whole length. My arms reach a large bump in the middle that seems to circle the cock. I then reach low to feel as much as possible before having my arms slide back up. I can't even imagine how blissful such a dick would feel inside me. At this point, I'm worshiping the enormous fleshy monument with both arms, and am licking it wherever I can reach with my tongue. I lay my leg over the massive shaft and use my limb to rub it, and I even try to use my tail to help with the stimulation even though I don't yet have great control over the new appendage.

A broad hand grabs my leg and lifts it up. I look at the bull, who is now holding my foot high up while looking at my abused, sopping wet hole. I move my tail out of the way, offering myself to him. Slowly, he pulls his cock away from my grasp and, with the help of his free hand, brings the huge flare to my ass. The enormous tool is at least twice as big as the gator's knot, if not more. How it's going to fit, I have no idea... but I know I want it.

Without even a warning, the bull starts pushing his cock against my hole. He brings the top part of the flare to my rear entrance, pushing in little by little and spreading me wider than ever. I let out a loud moan, which the king takes as a sign to push harder. He grips my leg with one hand, pins me down with his other, and keeps on trying to force my ass open. My pelvis distends as the huge cock completely distends my hole. The experience is a blissful trial. Spasms rock my body, shivers run through my spine, my brain is in overdrive from the pleasure. My cock is spraying more cum over the altar. It's an overwhelming orgasm like none of the others before. Every micromotion of the cock inside me renews my climax, causing a never-ending orgasm in me, and yet I haven't even taken more than part of the flared head. If only this small part of his cock caused this much pleasure, how will it feel when I take more?! Fuck, I want it all!

Finally, the whole flared head has slid inside me. The trial of taking it inside felt like it took ages, when in fact, it's only the beginning. King Magerus keeps pushing inside me, forcing my insides to make way for the enormous spire. A distinct outline of his cock slides past my belly button, then my upper abs, then to my pectorals. It takes up so much room in my comparatively little body. The immense bulge that his cock makes is large enough that even the inflation from the previous fuckings were nothing. I rub the phallic shape through my distended skin. Holy fuck, I love seeing this pillar bulge my whole body. Then, the bull pulls it out until there is nothing but the flared head inside me. It leaves me with a bitter feeling of emptiness. Then, he pushes once more, making his shaft invade the depths of my ribcage and forces it outwards. Holy shit, this feels amazing! My stomach is starting to gurgle more, and I feel a pressure at the base of my throat. Already, I can taste his precum on the back of my tongue. It makes me desire more. I say that, but I feel like I've reached my limit. I can't imagine taking any more of his magnificent dick, even though I want to take it whole so bad... I'm just so small compared to him, and even his cock dwarfs me. The bull pulls his cock out once more, and rams it back inside me. The strength of this thrust put previous ones to shame, and it forced what little cum was left in my belly out through my throat and onto the altar.

This marked the beginning of the railing. Pushing, pulling, every time adding or removing almost two feet of cock inside me at an accelerating pace. My mind is so overwhelmed with pleasure. My whole body is constantly assaulted by the throes of the blissful rough fucking from the bull. It feels like every push, King Magerus is trying to bury his dick deeper inside me, even though I'm out of room to welcome the tool inside me. With one of the pushes, he stops moving and looks all around the arena. He yells something that I can't understand because of my pleasure-induced haziness, and seconds afterwards, a chorus of words echo from the audience. I think that both the bull and the audience yelled the same thing, but I don't know what it was.

The bull goes back to pushing inside me. I realize the pressure of his cock starts invading my throat; the gigantic cock bulging my neck. I can feel its taste on the back of my tongue. Then, I realize what it was they said earlier and are chanting now. “Impale him". My jaw dislocates painlessly as the cock inside my mouth slowly forces its way from between my lips, his flare now pulsing right before my eyes. I try to use my tongue to work on the cock poking in my maw, but I can't do much as my tongue is pinned because of how thick the shaft is. I don't know how much more length he has to offer, but I sure know I want to feel more of it. I feel something bump against my ass. I know it's not his crotch because I'm not feeling fur against my butt at the moment. It's... just like Bellaris' knot. Fuck! It's his median ring! He pushes inside me, trying to force it in, and eventually my ass gives way. The enormous ridge is fully inside me, and holy fuck does it feel amazing. Now that he has penetrated me all the way through with his cock, he goes back to fucking me in a rough manner. Ramming several feet inside me at a time, pulling it out, massaging his own cock through my distended body, even going as far as giving his own cock a sloppy kiss right above my distended jaw. My body is rocked by tremors of pleasure. Every time the dick pulses inside me, it flattens my pleasure button even more, makes me reach another orgasm.

Several minutes of rough fucking later, the giant leans over me and looks at me with a wide grin. His hands grip around me, sliding me down his shaft to make his crotch bump against my ass. There is at least three feet of cock protruding from my mouth, and I see it rumble and throb powerfully. Holy fucking shit, it's swelling, from the base and travelling through the length. It's utterly amazing! As the wave of expanding reaches the tip of the cock, its head flares wide and a gigantic blast of cum that is fired with the strength of a fire hydrant. I notice that most of the audience has moved and gathered in front of the dick, effectively getting a cum shower from their king. A few more blasts are fired onto the excited crowd, and each pump of cum makes the cock throb powerfully inside me, sending me to orgasm after orgasm.

Unexpectedly, the bull starts pulling me up his shaft. Why is he doing that? He's still in the middle of his climax! I look at the mesmerizing tool and its blasts of cum as they get closer and closer to my mouth. Until the flared head bumps against my nose. Making it slide inside my mouth is slightly more difficult due to its increased size, but it eventually does. I wonder how I must look to others, my mouth being a hose firing cum all over them. The king then pulls a whole foot out of me at once, ending my fun with this image of my mouth being a cum hydrant. Seed begins blasting and pooling in my belly, and much of the flow shoots out of my mouth and onto the altar.

Then, I felt the king wrap his hand around my muzzle. What's... why's the king suddenly wrapping his hand around my mouth?! He forces me to close my maw, clasping it shut. With more cum reaching into me that's now unable to leave my body through my mouth, my belly inflates a lot faster, and even my neck is bulging with the excess liquid. My cheeks swell comically large, and cum begins seeping through the gaps in my teeth, sprinkling cum in front of me. Every shot of semen inside me makes the pressure build up more and more inside me. I can already feel my belly grow too big to fully rest on the altar. He's pulling his cock out little by little, but I'm still inflating more and more. What were gentle sprinkles of cum just a few moments ago are now powerful minijets of cum from my mouth because of the intense pressure building up inside me. When there's only just his flare inside me, the rest of what's filling me being his warm cum, the bull releases his grip on my mouth, making cum almost explode out of my mouth as I open wide to allow liquid to exit my body. An uninterrupted flow of seed pours in a cascade over the crowd.

I let myself rest on the cum-coated altar. The flare of the king's cock is still inside me, though it's stopped firing cum now. I take labored breaths, partnered with coughing up cum. I feel so exhausted. King Magerus pulls his cock outside of my ass, and when its flare exits my anal ring, torrents of cum escape from my ass. Suddenly, I feel like my energy is coming back to me. A tingle runs through my body, tickling me in all the right places. My belly grumbles incredibly loudly, and the feeling of the growth comes back, stronger than before. The cum inside me is quickly disappearing, either becoming fuel for my growth or spilling through one of my holes. Wait... fuel for my growth? I immediately clamp my mouth shut and try to clench my abused ass to keep cum inside me. If that's what makes me grow, I need to keep it in!

My belly keeps gurgling, making the waves of heat and pleasure rock my body non stop. I look at myself, mesmerized by the spectacle of my growth. Eyes wide open, I stare at my hand thickening, my arms pack on muscles as my belly shrinks. My pectorals are swelling. I bring my hands to them, and holy shit they're rock hard! Speaking of rock hard, my cock is still gaining girth and length, slowly creeping up higher along my torso. I sneak a peek beneath my dick, and spot my massive bowling balls dangling heavily between my knees. F-fuck, it feels so... arousing. Everything looks like it's shrinking around me as I grow bigger and bigger. I let myself fall back on the altar and begin pumping my cock up and down with both hands. Y-yes. Bigger, bigger! My huge dick is swelling in my hands. I quickly reach another orgasm. Somehow, my belly digests the last of the cum contained within, making my cock throb powerfully. Huge shots of cum fly above my head, landing with wet splats on the ground of the arena. After a few dozen pumps of cum, the flow finally slows down. I let go of my dick, feeling it plop down, its head resting right between my nipples. It's still leaking cum that drips down along the small crevices between my now chiseled muscles. I've never been particularly fit before and I was relatively average in height, but I'm now well-built and I've become so tall that I bet even Scadder would look small now. Most important of all, I feel absolutely amazing now.

“Now, fellow citizens!" yells the bull to everyone in the coliseum, even though most of them are not listening and are rather fucking with each other, “Ferron has become a proud member of our family, herd, and our community!" he adds, making a fist pump in the air. He then turns towards me and extends a hand to me and gives me a benevolent smile. “Welcome to our herd, Ferron. May your rebirth be favourable, and may you find happiness here with us."

Having gained back my strength, I sit on the altar and he reaches down for a handshake. I put my hand in his, and he envelops it with his. He warmly shakes my hand and smiles wider at me. While the whole audience in the arena is still going crazy, the king helps me get down from the altar. My first couple of steps are a bit shaky, my center of balance thrown out of whack with my growth and my new tail. The king steadies me, I grip onto his hand for support. I notice that I'm still only half as tall as the bull, my eyes level with just below his belly button.

As soon as I get my bearings, we head over to the exit. Next to the large arena door stand Scadder and Xander, still naked, waiting for us. Just as I had thought earlier, Scadder now would have to look up to me, if he would be looking at me in the eyes. Instead, he's staring at my still leaking cock with a grin on his face. Xander is holding back squeals and wagging his tail, ears held backwards. The king invites us all to take the exit so we can get to someplace less noisy.

We travel back to the upside down ship hull containing Donger's lab. Scadder and Xander wanted to know all about the transformation and how the hell I took such big insertions, the twos' dicks chubbing up throughout the conversation. The king politely interrupts. “Once again, Ferron, I'd like to formally welcome you into our family. There are a couple matters we need to deal with, thus why we brought you here. First, we need to talk about the cardinal rule. There's actually only one rule in Clavegueram, and it's to have fun while being careful not to hinder other peoples' fun," he looks at me expectantly. That seems to be an easy rule to follow, so I nod. Seeing my reaction, he continues “then, the matter of what job you will take in here."

“Ferron is an amazing journalist!" exclaimed Xander excitedly.

“Come on, fennec boy," Scadder sneers, “Ferron's too sexy to take on such a boring job. You too were a journalist, weren't you? I say you become the city's journalist and Ferron takes your job as an escort."

“Wha-?!" Xander protests vehemently, “No way I'm not giving up my job! I love it too much to give up on it!"

“That's a shame. Well, would you want to prove how much you love your job to me this afternoon?" the rat says with a big grin, putting his arm around the fennec's shoulder.

“You bet I will!" replied Xander. After a little silence, he turns to me and says “actually, Ferron, if you want to, we could catch up this afternoon. Maybe you could try out your new equipment on me if you'd want...? What do you say?"

I... I'm taken by surprise here. Weren't we supposed to talk about a job for me? A door creaks open, revealing a familiar black-clothed figure who slowly steps out of a laboratory. All four of us look at Donger, who's heading straight to us.

The alchemist, who doesn't look as threatening now that I'm twice as tall as he is, looks up at me and then at the king. “Strong reaction to the serum." he states to all of us.

“Donger," the king says, sighing heavily, “we've been over this, if you want something, you have to be less cryptic."

“Annoyance." says the doctor, before sighing himself. “I require an assistant. This one seems fitting," he adds, pointing his gloved finger at me “He was very receptive to the formula. He worked as a seeker of knowledge, he may therefore prove to be useful in assisting me with research."

I hear whispers from next to me, “that's the most words I've ever heard Donger say all at once" and see both Scadder and Xander staring wide-eyed at the doctor.

“Very well." the king says, ignoring the rat and the fennec, “I believe it is up to Ferron to decide." he turns to me and smiles down at me. “Ferron. Would you like to take on Donger's offer? Perhaps you would prefer to work as a journalist? Or would you rather maybe try something else?"

I take a moment to think about it. If it was the potion that made me undergo my transformation and growth, and it's Donger who makes them, does that mean I'll get to try to test potions with similar effects? That's an offer I'd gladly accept! “I'd love to work with Donger!" I blurt out.

I look at the alchemist and see him shaking his head. “In my lab, silence is golden. I do not appreciate loud noises. Henceforth, please refrain from yelling."

“S-sorry..." I whisper.

“It's quite alright." says the scientist, “It's settled, then. You start tomorrow when the bell tolls seven, in my laboratory. Magerus, I believe I require a larger laboratory that can house my assistant." Without even waiting for a reply, he turns back towards his lab and starts walking there.

“There you have it, Ferron. You're now officially Clavegueram's lab rat!" says Scadder before snickering. I hear a scoff from the king as well. I can only roll my eyes with a smile.

Eventually, after some conversation, the king bids us farewell and lumbers towards the arena - seemingly the only place that can house his large body. That gave me the rest of the day to kill with Xander and Scadder.

I turn to Xander and say “Donger said I'm supposed to start tomorrow, right? Until then, I think I need someone to show me around, get to know the place, and… I'll take you up on that uh, get together thing, Xander."

“Already cheatin' on me, boy?" Scadder says, shrugging teasingly, “nah just kiddin'. Though if you need some more company, I'd be up to stick along with you two!"

“A-ah, I don't know if I can handle two guys at once..." says Xander, ears lowered. He however continues with an excited “I'm willing to give it a try!"

And so my new life as a citizen of Clavegueram begins. Xander and Scadder are arguing about what to do, whether to visit the city first or go straight to a bedroom to have sex. To be honest, both things sound enthralling at the moment, and I can't wait to start my journey here.

In that moment, Jadmere became a distant memory, not giving me much in terms of fulfillment. I have no regrets leaving it behind. I'm pumped full of energy, made a couple new friends, and have a whole world to discover in front of me. It finally clicked that this secret behind the ironhive is the paradise I'm in. Frankly, I'm too enamored with where I am now to care about that dark grey city. All that matters now is exploring this new world of possibilities. I can't wait to see what's in store for me in Clavegueram.