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Somewhere in Glasgow, a griffon was making a wrong turn across the river. It had started with a visit to the Kelvingrove Gallery, full of beautiful paintings and fascinating tech from the old industries. But then he heard about the Science Centre, south of the Clyde, and a few wrong turns put him somewhere in the district of Ibrox.

Using the local stadium, the homeground of Glasgow Rangers as a keypoint, he tried to navigate his way back north. The square-box stadium with terracotta walls and white roofs was oddly quiet today, as the newcomer wandered down dinghy streets in the midst of industrial lands. He was regretting not buying the provisional flight licence to scope the city better, until he found the Govan Cross Centre.

On the outside it looked rather soviet, a rectangular orange brick with factory vibes. But inside it was like any other enclosed mall, full of frozen-food stores and retail outlets. It was a welcoming place, the murmur of crowds helping him to realign his directions, his black shirt and blue jeans glinting in the store lights.

"Are ye losht, shunny?"

He turned to see a cloaked short woman shuffling up to him.

"Ye seem awfy hoachin' fer summat."

"Uhh, maybe?" the griffon smiled. "Do you know which way is it to the science museum?"

"Ohhh aye, aye, thas ower at Prince's Dock, lemme show's ye."

"Is it far?"

"Naww naw, jest follow me lad. Ah ken Glesgae's a bit much fer folks like you."

She beckoned with a tiny hand, shuffling with an odd stagger that resembled a lego tower built too tall. The bird cocked his eye but said nothing, following her down a dark hall off to the side of the shopping centre. The rumbling shudder of cars outside turned to a dragon's breath, echoing through the passage as his wings stiffened up.

"Ne'er seen a burd nae flyin' roond," said the old biddy.

"I didn't get the clearance for here," James replied, bashfully, "wanted a reason to walk the streets proper."

"Awww, that's nice dear, but awfy silly of ye, Glesgae's bonnie whither be sky or groond."

"Oh it is, I love this city! Everyone's so friendly."

"Ohohhh aye...very friendly."

As she passed a branch in the hallway, a maintenance door opened to his left. A dozen hands grabbed him, first from the legs, then a hundred fingers crawling up his back to wrap a rope round his beak and wings. His squawks trembled in a start, as he tried to pull hard before the old lady turned and swung her cloak over his head.

"QUICK, PAULL'S HIM!"

"WHEESHT, keep yer voice doon!"

Dragged and blindfolded into the door, the last thing James saw was the old woman was actually several rats stacked on top of each other. They scattered to help their sisters shove him in, closing the door behind as they forced him to walk down into the depths.

Despite his protests, his head jerking every which way, the rope-pullers were much stronger united, as the sound of excitable squeaks deafened him throughout. After a seemingly-long walk, they finally stopped, and pushed him up against the wall of an old storage room. The smell of rusted oxide and oil stains filled his beak, along with the rakey scent of a hundred rats.

Filling the room like a dark furry ocean, the rodents were all naked with little bumps of cleavage, and mangy clumps of fur ranging from black to grey to strips of brown. All of them were different sizes, some half the size of his foot, and some as large as household cats.

"AH TELT YE'S!" squeaked one. "AH TELT YE'S WE'D BAG 'IM!"

"Awrigh' dinnae get gallus," said another, "we aw gettin' oor hole either wa'."

"Do we tak aff his beak-stopper?"

"Aye, naebody's gonnae hear him."

James was still tied up, but they soon pulled off the rope off his beak to let him speak. With arms and wings bound to a pipe behind him, he sat on his rump with his legs spread out before him, leaving an open runway to his crotch.

"Hey, what is this?!" he snapped. "What the hell, who are you?!"

"WHEESHT, YA BAWBAG!" shouted a rat. "Yer here fer pumpin', nae greetin'!"

"What?!"

"S'much mair fun that we lumber wi' a tourist, we've had e'ery dick from here tae Paisley."

"Pffft, fuck aff, them Paisley dicks like gobbin' a church pew."

"HAH!"

The ratties laughed in a rippling wave as the griffon tightened up his legs, before a sharp whistle made the rodents stiffen and part. A Moses figure parted the sea, two of the largest rats that Jamesy ever saw.

One was grey with a white spot on her head, and dressed in a ragged orange shirt. The other was black with a pale belly who wore long snowy cargo pants. Were James still standing, they would reach as tall as his crotch, and they wielded a pair of truncheons with nails in the top like orc clubs.

"Awrigh' pal?" said the grey one. "Ahm Daisy, an' this is Bitch."

"Short fer Bitumen," said the black one, "my da worked oan oil rigs."

"So we's took ye doon here tae ride ye, let's nae piss aboot, you's goat a fat dick an' we're emptyin' it the night."

"Wh-WHAT?!" The bird stiffened his back. "You can't just kidnap someone and do that, that's illegal!"

"Ohhhhh lookit you!" Daisy swaggered up to James. "Oh well that's us aff then, SORRY GIRLS PACK IT IN, we cannae get oor hole cuz mister birdy said it wuznae legal!"

The rats started laughing with a deafening rancour, the griffon flexing his bare leonine paws with sandy soles before Bitch swung out her truncheon.

"Ya ken whit we dae with thuh law? Ah took this from thuh polis afore ah gutted 'im."

"Naw ya didnae," muttered a squeaky voice, "ya stole it from thuh museum."

"SHUT YER HOLE OR AHLL PEEL YER CUNT!" she turned back towards James. "Ah dinnae gies a FUCK whit's legal or naw, doon here we're thuh law!"

"Aye," said Daisy, picking her teeth, "we're gonnae let ye go, after you's pumped us tae fuck."

"You could have just asked," the bird shrugged with his bare feet, "this is a bit much, also there's a hundred of you?!"

"Ah-huh, did ah stutter? Whussa matter, mistah big-dick afraid of sum Glesgae patter?"

She snapped her fingers as several rats grabbed at his zipper, pulling it down and yanking out his twitching shaft, along with a thick pair of plump greyish orbs. A foreskin covered the head, before one dirty rat grabbed the meat and pumped it against her belly.

Her fur felt like a tar-brush, raking across the flesh, a soft whimpering giggle trembling through her chest before he turned erect, a glossy head unfurling at the top. The bird clenched with a heated moan, the stiff unwashed fur like nails scraping his glans.

"Ohhhh thassit," Daisy rubbed her hands, "nuthin' tae git yaldi aboot but that'll dae nicely."

"Eh, ah've seen bigger," said Bitumen, pulling at a bulge down her leg, "you wants tae start or should I?"

"Well summat has tae tenderise 'im." The grey rat pulled out her truncheon. "Best kinda meat issat."

"Hohohhh aye, alrigh', ahll tak his beak."

"S-STOP!" James cried, pulling back his legs. "Stop, just, take my money, I won't tell anyone just let me leave!"

"We dinnae WANT yer money, we're nae fuckin' hoors!"

"Aye!" Daisy marched between his legs. "Not that ah dinnae mind that, s'a respectable joab tae hauv, but there's only wan way yer gettin' oot, an' that's fillin' every cunt in this room!"

[i]"AYE!"[/i] the room of rats shouted. [i]"YOU'S GIVIN' IT BAWS DEEP THE NIGHT!"[/i]

"HAH, good sync girls, ye been practicin'!"

The silver rodent groped at James' testes, a pair of fluffy grey balls that fit neatly in her smaller hands. Daisy gave a sudden kick to them, causing the bird to gasp and lift his rump before a second foot slammed in with stinging force. Like kicking the tires of a car to test their weight, the rodent made a kicking dance to batter his bollocks, causing his sceptre to thicken with panting gasps.

Jamesy took a few deep breaths, trying to work through the pain as he felt the little toe claws dig into his scrotum, plucking the loose skin. A small bud of pre was building up on his staff, trickling out as he felt a hundred tongues lick their lips at once. Fear clenched in his veins, his paws stretching its talons at the hungry eyes piercing through him.

Bitch started climbing his body, planting her feet on his shoulders and gripping his hair-feathers, before sliding open her pants. The bird gasped at a third leg slipping free, a long 13-inch sceptre that was throbbing pink and already hard, enough to slap his face when her pants came undone.

"Like I said, ah seen bigger then you," she chuckled, "suck it good, pretty boy, make it mair easy fer yer arse."

Not only was it enormous in comparison to her size, but it was also tremendously thick at 5 inches wide. When he didn't open wide, she forced his beak open with her truncheon, wedging its nail between like a jack before sliding herself in. She tasted like sweaty dirt, the grit of her pants sliding off against his tongue as James grimaced.

Her own balls were huge, dangling between her legs and wafting a thick spice that made the bird strangely submissive. Bitumen slid in deeper, hugging his scalp to start thrusting inside. His beak struggled to hilt as she started thrusting, each slide of her shaft reforming the taste of her grimy schlong. His eyes watered and his tongue withered, but Bitch just kept panting with harder slaps of her fat ratty bollocks, whapping against his chin.

"M-mmmmph, aaaah...f-fuck me runnin', thassa good pigeonfuck."

"MMMHH, GLRRK!"

"Sooner you get me wet, the sooner yer arse is mine."

Whilst she was throatscrubbing away, her partner kept tenderising the meat. Digging her feet into the ballsac, she climbed up to stand on them and squeeze his plums flat, rocking on them back and forth and squishing them under her heels like a mortar and pestle. One hand gripped round his shaft to watch the pre slither out, staining her belly as she ducked low beneath Bitch's balls.

Her truncheon was still in the other hand, leaning back to pull Jamesy's member against herself and pushing her heels harder in. Squashing the balls like beanbags, she heard Jamesy's whimpers grow louder through Bitch's meat, rocking harder in a kneading motion before she kicked herself off.

"That's a good start, now let's get you's proper beat!"

She swung her club with an upwards strike, smashing his plums to make him shriek. The nails were blunt, bending the sac to make him shoot more pre. She wielded it like a broadsword, hammering his nuts to have them resemble golfballs and cause new sounds that vibrated Bitch's shaft.

His gag reflex petered out as she thrust faster in his gullet, leaving a mix of salty sweat and a dirtier layer like cheap oregano, peppering his taste buds. Her fat tangerines smacked his chest with such force that it slightly hurt his ribs.

"A-AAAH, ahh ye basturt," she bent over his head with rancid breath in his hair, "f-fuckin', FUCKIN' TAKE IT!"

An adorable shriek filled his ears as she came at last, flooding his throat with hot ratty seed that was immensely sour. But he swallowed regardless, feeling the constant squish and thump of his orbs until he started cumming in turn, spraying a fountain all over Daisy's body.

"OOOOH, hahaha, ohhhh we got a gusher 'ere aye?!"

"H-HAH, HOY, DINNAE WASTE IT!"

"Alrigh'!"

Bitumen squeaked as her partner yanked her down, gripping by the tail to shove her rear down on Jamesy's lance, and pull herself away from his testes. Her ass was stuffed with the head, a tightening clench of her ring sucking the glans as he sputtered with whimpering moans. The monochrome rat hissed with delight, waiting until he was finished before rolling off into the grey rat's arms.

"Aaach...f-fuckin' cow, ye ganked me!"

"Aaah wheesht ya loved it," Daisy pushed her aside, "righ', mah turn tae get filled."

"An' it's his turn tae! HOY, girls, lift them leggies an' lessee his hole!"

As Daisy climbed back onto the bird's dick, stabbing her truncheon into his throbbing red sack, she grabbed at his shirt and slid down his pole, that went straight into her pussy. Compared to the teasing smooch of Bitch's pucker, the rat lady was much warmer, and took him more easily by a few inches with a luscious warmth.

"AAAAH! O-ohhh fffffuck yes."

"MMMMHHH, ooooh!" Jamesy gasped. "That...w-well I guess that feels good, b-better than whacking my nuts."

"It certainly does...dinnae be afraid tae start pumpin', that's whit yer here fer."

Her smile was delicious as she leaned up for a kiss, her mangy snout peppering the side of his beak as he slightly cringed. But then he felt his legs being hoisted by a dozen hands, as smaller rats made a pulley system with spare ropes to yank them high, and expose his feathery butt.

The dark sandy pucker invited Bitch to come waltzing forth, her ass still dripping of bird seed as she grabbed his balls in one hand to keep them out the way. The gang lifted him higher off the floor, in an uncomfortable position with legs stretched upwards and tail dangling halfway down, before their leader thrust into his rear.

"SQUAAAK!"

"OHHH, f-fuck...fuckin' tight cunt ye has."

"NNNGH, OOOH-AAAH!"

"Squeals like a bitch tae, aaah!" Daisy kept riding. "Dinnae break him tae fast, we goat plenny girls left!"

"Ah ken tha'!" snapped Bitch.

Her driving spear shunted into his rear, spreading his cheeks as his tail spasmed underneath. He felt the grease on her staff lubricate his walls, an oily sensation that made his legs shiver with disgust. Walking herself into his hole, she slipped to the hilt with some effort, but the tightness made it even better, as her dripping member flexed against his walls.

Deep enough she ventured that Bitch managed to hit his prostate, jabbing him with a start to cause more pre to shoot inside Daisy's cunt. It was a struggle to fit, but the grey rodent managed to hilt all of James into her, tickling her depths with drooling pre that warmed her belly. Then the griffon felt her feet clasp round his shaft, whenever she pushed herself up before sinking back down.

The softest little pink paws rubbed over his flesh, grimy enough to leave black trails on his scrotum and paw marks on his tangerines. As she squat herself down to hilt, his balls tightened with every stroke of Daisy's feet, her soles clenched round his staff to sometimes rub in a soft twisting motion. She was strangely soft, even when she scratched him with tight little claws.

Neither of them could last long, the silver ratty pent-up to the point she was overrunning with thick pre. The griffon's halberd soon developed a glossy coat, a wet slapping sound filling the room to accompany Bitch's thrusts. Her drill pumped him to the hilt, her balls dragging on the floor as she picked up the pace.

Cumming once more with a shriek, the black-and-white rat pumped Jamesy full of dirty rodent milk, sputtering a geyser in his rear that dribbled down her mangy sword. A few last slaps turned wet with drools of white, before she pulled out at last in a gurgling shlorp.

"Auuuugh fuck me," Bitch sighed, sitting back. "How's you up tap?"

"A-almost, ALMOST, F-FUCK, FUCKIN' CHRIST!"

Daisy squealed as she slammed deep, feeling the volcanic gush of griffon cum slather her insides. A sloshing froth filled her womb, the avian shaft pulsing against her walls before she managed to pull herself off. Her furry cunt dripped profusely as Jamesy sighed with relief.

"Thassa good birdy," Daisy tittered, "righ', that's me awa', ALRIGH' GIRLS LINE UP HERE!"

The two leaders snapped their fingers as the 100 rats snapped to attention. Already James could see tiny paws fingering at little pussies, or stroking surprisingly hung lengths.

"All you's wantin' a gammie, line up thurr, all you's fer cockridin', line here! Make sure ye tie them ropes so the rest o' yous get his arse!"

[i]"AYE CHIEF!"[/i] the room cried.

"Ohhh no," Jamesy whimpered, "I thought I was done!"

"Are ye fuckin' blind?!" Bitch shouted. "We telt ye afore, we's AW gettin' oor hole awa', so suck it up ya nigel!"

"We're gonnae crank yer baws sae empty ye'll be stoatin'!"

The rats laughed as one, a terrible wavelength of derision as they amassed upon him. A surging tide of furry bodies clambered on top of him, some rodent-sized, and some like small cats. The ropes round his legs were tied to other pipes nearby, keeping him suspended for all the rodents to take advantage.

What followed was at least two hours of nonstop fucking, an orgy of beastly little buggerettes who rode on his staff, pumped his ass with little spears, or hammered his beak with nail-sized dicks. Most of the female rats enjoyed pumping themselves on his harpoon, some far too small to even fit the head in whilst others managed just barely.

Regardless of their size, they were voracious in needing his milk, and a rat never left his throbbing pillar until he had cum, whether it was from grinding her tight little twat along the cockslit, or sucking her lips tightly round the head. Whenever Jamesy came, he bloated another belly, leaving a ratty gal full and happy.

They climbed into his pants and ran up his legs, tickling the bird who gasped and squirmed with a cringing cackle. Hundreds of dirty little feet scratched on his legs and rippled on his thighs, before they snugly swrapped themselves in the seat of his crotch. Several rats shoved his bollocks back into his jeans, allowing the smaller girls to run laps around his orbs like little asteroids around the planets.

There was surprisingly less biting than he expected, but the constant flurry of paws and twisting bodies made him gasp with panting moans, bucking his hips with spasming legs still hung in the air. Between the facefuckings, he could feel the rolling lumps of ratty gals crawling all over his legs and running circuits in his crotch. Hot, sweaty, furry rodents rolled under his ball sack and nuzzle-smooched away.

But it was an arduous struggle, with each orgasm becoming more painful and even more exhausting. His meat started to burn, a rawness thickening in his veins with each pump of jizz into each little rodent. In his more lucid moments, he was surprised by so much size difference between the all-adult crew, wondering what the hell they fed them in this city.

"Yer knackered yet?!" said Bitch, stroking herself nearby. "Ye goats mebbe sixty-eight left."

"Naw naw, sixty-nine," Daisy winked.

"Nice," they bumped fists, "you better nae run oot o' pigeon milk or else!"

"Yer gettin' thuh clappers!"

They swung out their truncheons as a warning as the next ratty climbed up. The more gifted ladies fucked his ass together, double-or-triplefucking his rear to rake their schlongs inside his walls. Thirty, forty, sixty times he came, until water was spurting out of his meat and drizzling the tiny pussies. A few of the rats forced open his beak to slide half their bodies in. The griffon tasted dirt and grease, the paws easy to wrap his tongue around like trying to wring out a dishcloth, and tasting just as good.

He found some solace in their pussies, that familiar taste of bitter raspberry as he tried to stuff his tongue tip within. Adorable squeaks rang in his ears, the griffon smiling slightly despite the constant agony of his balls being drained. One rat after another offered their feet to his maw, as he sucked them clean and tonguefucked their snatches, before they squirted down his throat.

When they finally stopped, James was almost frightened to start thinking again, having blanked out after the 30th orgasm. His flesh was spongy and withered, his plums were a gaping hollow, and his legs still suspended had turned numb. Cum dripped from his mouth and rear and drooping length, the horde of rats all collapsed in front of him.

"Hooo...fuck me," Daisy stretched her arms then swaggered up, "that'll dae ye good."

"[i]Haaah...hooo,[/i]" his eyes bulged with a heavy head, "[i]are we...done?[/i]"

"Mmmmm, aye," Bitch joined her partner, "but first, a wee gift fer ya."

She whistled to some of the littlest rodents, who carried needles that they then heated up, and ink stoppers on their backs. Another group of rats brought a long cardboard box with a hole cut out the top, as they grabbed Jamesy's meat and jerked him back to full erection, much to his whining chagrin. Once he was hard again, they slid the box over his shaft to obscure his view.

"Hey!" he struggled in his bindings. "What, you said you'd let me go!"

"Wheesht ya prick!" said the grey leader. "Righ', mind yer space an' gies everyone a shot, say nuthin'!"

He realised what was happening when four rats took a needle into the box, and a ticklish scratch came down his member. These rats in particular had tattoos on their little biceps, of skulls and daggers and flaming serpents with more than a few having their backs completely wrapped in violent dioramas, of skeletal cats and white ravens.

Bitch grabbed the base of his pole to keep him steady, his laughing whimpers threatening to mess up their craft. One by one, a group of ratties went in, and then came the most painful little stabs that made Jamesy squawk in flinching spasms. Hot, ruthless teeny jabs that plucked at his skin, and dug beneath the scrotum with an icy-warm shiver.

Hours would pass for each tattoo, with 5 rats going in at a time to confer with each other and help lift the needles for the smaller girls. It was the worst edging he ever had, his shaft already spent-and-beyond but now forced to keep achingly hard by Bitch's rubbings, as well as the odd kick to his balls.

Every little plunge and scrape of the needles made him wheeze and cackle-wince, venting the pain as he felt the dragging sharp lines across his scrotum. Their laughter grew with each new writing, as panic rose further in James' breast, to the point his veins were pumping out another drool of watery pre.

Once they were done, they pulled off the box and revealed their masterpiece, much to the griffon's shock. His schlong resembled a subway train, spackled with lurid graffiti and insults aplenty. His sharp eyes managed to pick out several, with each new phrase making him frown further.

On the left side was "[b]Ratty Bait[/b]", "[b]Chew Toy[/b]" and "[b]Feet-Sniffin Freek[/b]"; on the right was "[b]Budgie Boy[/b]", "[b]Rat Kuck[/b]", and "[b]My Clit's Bigger Than This Wee Prick[/b]"; the glans had "[b]SWEET SPOT[/b]" scrabbled around it; and lastly the top of his meat, had the biggest phrase of "[b]PIGEON BITCH[/b]" scrawled down its length.

There were also various tattoos, which only until now did James realise were the gang tags of these ratties, sharing similar motifs of white ravens and cat skulls

"Ahhh, there, that'll DAE!" said Daisy, shoving his meat hard back into his pants. "Now yer aw tatted up, so every cunt oot there kens who ye belang tae!"

"[i]Nnnngh...haaah.[/i]" James felt the ropes from his legs slacken at last. "[i]Am I...free to go, now?[/i]"

"Ohhh aye, you can leave." Bitch snapped her fingers. "But yer nae free, birdy cunt."

A pure white rat came scrabbling up his pants, at the same time that other rodents would untie his limbs. Falling on his butt fully, he stretched his arms and wings with relief, before he felt that little rat snuggle beneath his balls.

"That's Jackie, she gonnae live in yer undies now."

"Wait, what?!"

"Aye, takin' care of oor praperty, that dick's oors an' them spunk-tanks'll keep us full."

"Oh, hell no, I'm not gonna have a rat living in my pants all-EEP!"

"That wuznae a fuckin' choice," said Daisy, raising her truncheon, "ahm still in bawbag range, so dinnae test me. Now, Jackie gets awfy lonely, so her wife's comin' tae."

A second rat clambered into his pants, making James wiggle on the spot with cackling groans. This one was also white, but with grey spots as he felt two fuzzy lumps sit together under his testes. Other rats came up the outside of the legs to snap his pants shut, tightening the belt until the girls' bulges could be seen.

"That's them there forever noo," said Bitumen, "gonnae need at least ten orgasms. Each. Otherwise they get hungert fer yer cockmeat."

"Ohhhh, are you kidding me?!" the griffon sighed. "I'm not living here, you can't make me stay!"

"Mmmmm, you ken that noo."

The rats smiled as one, a terrifying sight before they pointed him out the door, and let him walk back to ground level. With every bump in his step, waddling weak with sore ankles and a paper-weak crotch, Jamesy felt the fuzzy girls suckling on his balls gently. It was going to be a long vacation, he could tell already.