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Paul woke up in complete darkness. It was an inky black through which he couldn't see anything at all. As he slowly came to his senses, he realized just how total the darkness was. It was eerie, almost claustrophobic. He shifted around and noticed as well that there was only one other body in the bed with him. Ticktock was pressed close in his arms. She let out a soft murmur and shifted in her sleep, nuzzling closer to him. It was a bit disconcerting, feeling her furry body against him without seeing anything. He swallowed and gently rocked her to wake her. “Hey…Tick…wake up," he said softly.

She let out a murmur and a groan, “Hmm…what is it, Paul?" she asked sleepily, rolling over and pressing her back against him.

“The light is out, and Pox is gone," he said. “I can't see anything."

Ticktock shifted around and he felt her shimmying her shoulders into his chest before her teeth clacked with a yawn, “No gas," she said.

“It's tied into the city supply though, isn't it? That's…" Paul paused suddenly as realization dawned on him, “Oh right, I forgot. A while back I talked with Richard Bright who owns the coal mine. He said they were going to shut off gas to parts of the city. We must be in one of the areas that's gone dark."

He felt Ticktock shift again, turning around once more and her arms found their way around his neck, “Mm…well nothing to do for now," she said, “We can fix it later maybe."

Paul adjusted his position, and he blinked a few times, his eyes still trying in vain to pick out anything in the utter black. “Well…Shouldn't we go find where Pox went?" he asked.

“Pox said she had to go take care of something. She left a while ago, said to stay here with you."

That had Paul worried. Pox had been acting strange for a few days, and she had bouts of illness that plagued her, but she continually brushed it off and refused to tell him or Ticktock what was going on. He felt the tickle Ticktock brushing her whiskers along him and then her muzzle pressing to his lips, with the soft warm touch of her tongue. He relaxed and parted his lips, pressing into the kiss with her for a moment before she pulled back.

“I'm sure she'll be fine. In the meantime, why don't we make the most of our situation?" she said, and he could feel her hand trailing down his stomach.

Paul rolled his eyes and smirked at that, “You know Tick, with your sex drive, I'd hardly know you had been spayed." He winced as he felt that hand smacking his stomach hard. He had momentarily forgotten that he was at a disadvantage in the dark. She huffed out a soft growl but didn't say a word. When she attempted to turn away Paul realized he had accidentally struck a nerve, “Hey hey, hold on…" he said taking hold of her arm, “I'm sorry Tick, I didn't mean it," he said with a sigh, running his hand down her back. “How can I make it up to you?"

She huffed again and pulled away, this time Paul releasing her. He felt her shifting around and soon he was pushed on his back, “Ticktock has one way," she said, and he suddenly felt her warm furry thighs on either side of his head, and her thick rope like tail curling around his neck and squeezing it. He let out a surprised gasp, inhaling her musky scent, and swallowed hard. He didn't know if it was a lack of a regular cycle of heat like Pox had or what, but Ticktock was a very creative and adventurous lover, and she enjoyed being pleasured in more exotic ways. He swallowed again and moved his hands to her hips, feeling her easing herself down until she was settled on his face with his lips pressed to her fuzzy rat cunt.

She rolled her hips, grinding herself on him as a hand took hold of his long brown hair, “Now, be a good nasty little human and lick!" she commanded. While Pox tended to use her superior strength to boss Paul around, Ticktock was quite good at doing it with just her sheer force of will when she desired.

So, he licked. He ran his tongue up the cleft between her legs, tasting her petals. He felt her thighs tense on either side of his face, and her tail tighten momentarily around his neck as her body trembled. He did it again and coaxed a gasp from her muzzle. His hands slid down to her thighs, holding her still as he started to worm his tongue into her tunnel. He'd done this quite a few times and knew all the spots she liked most.

When she was satisfied that he was tending to her properly, the grip of her tail around his throat relaxed, and she released his hair and started to gently scratch at his scalp. She started to roll her hips and undulate her body above him, gasping and moaning out louder and louder.

Paul worked dutifully, his hands squeezing and rubbing at her thighs as he worked. While he was denied his sight, he used his other senses and he could feel and hear her getting closer and closer to her climax, and he brought her right to the edge, before suddenly gripping her hips and pulling his head away. He panted hard, catching his breath, and forcing her to come down slowly for a few moments. He felt her tail squeezing on his neck again, and her body trembling as she tried to keep grinding against his face, but he held her hips firmly to keep her still, enjoying her frustration. Once he was satisfied, he resumed his work, diving his tongue back into her, delighting in her surprised squeaking moan.

They continued like this for several rounds with Paul bringing the rat to the edge of climax and then backing off his attention until Ticktock had calmed down enough to resume, before he finally did bring her to release. The rat let out a louder squeak as her body trembled and her cunt began to squirt her feminine honey all over him. Ticktock stayed in position for a few long moments before her body began to grow limp and she slid off of him, landing on the side of the rag pile they used for a bed.

Paul took hold of her by the hips and pulled her down to be more level with him and he wrapped his arms around her. She was still trembling and panting hard, and her fur was damp with sweat. His hands felt gently along her neck to her cheeks, and he slowly leaned in, missing at first before managing to press his lips to hers in a soft kiss. She licked his face and her arms squeezed at him tightly. He sighed and caressed over her body holding her close. “Is that better?" he asked.

He felt her nod and she nuzzled against his neck, “Much better." She then pulled away from him and he heard a rustling sound, before there was a sudden explosion of stars in the blackness for a moment, when her knee hit him in the temple.

He let out a yell of pain and put his hand to his face, catching her leg with the other and pushing it away, “Ow! Tick! What the devil are you doing?!"

He heard her let out a soft squeak, “Sorry! I didn't mean it!" she said, and he felt her shifting still, a hand pressing on his thigh, before seeking out his penis. “I was going to try and return the favor."

Paul rubbed his head, the spot felt tender, but he didn't feel like he was cut or bleeding. “Maybe having sex in the dark is a bad idea."

Ticktock finally settled into position next to him, and he felt her tongue seeking out his manhood, before feeling her warm mouth closing over him. She started to suck on his length, bobbing her head slowly, being careful to avoid brushing him with her teeth.

Paul gasped softly and decided to relent in his protesting, laying back on the bed gasping out and panting hard. “Ah…okay…" he said and shivered. His cock was already throbbing as Ticktock's warm tongue slid up and down along with her lips. He lay there and closed his eyes, not that he needed to, and just enjoyed the sensations.

Ticktock was rather skilled and eager to please him, just as much as he had been to pleasure her just a short time prior. She didn't bother trying to keep him on edge though, and worked hard and fast on him, letting her tongue lash all about his rod while a had teased and fondled his testicles. She occasionally pulled away and he heard her swallowing and licking her muzzle and catching her breath, before she dove back down onto him again, causing him to groan out loudly.

It took an embarrassingly short amount of time before Paul reached his own climax, groaning out and gripping at the bed beneath him. He felt ticktock continuing to work over him, sucking hard on his rod as he filled her mouth with his seed. Finally, he collapsed back on the bed. The rat was more careful about moving around and soon she settled in against him with her head on his chest, both breathing hard as they lay there in the dark and the afterglow.

As they lay there, Ticktock's ear twitched and after a moment Paul heard the sounds of someone coming up the tunnel toward their alcove. The sound steadily grew louder and louder, and Paul started to see hints of light starting to illuminate the edges of the entry way. “Someone is coming," he said sitting up.

A few moments later, a large brown rat turned the corner. He had a small lantern in his hand. He saw Paul and gestured, “Human! Come!"

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Pox sat in one of the waiting rooms of the pesthouse run by the Children of Hectis. She was sitting on one of the slab examination tables in a sterile white room. She was nervous to move around, everything she touched ended up smeared with greasy gray grime. So, she sat in one spot, sipping a small cup of some sweetened tea with an odd spicy quality to it. The nun Jasmine had given it to her, and it helped with her stomach.

Soon the nun had returned, opening the door, and entering the room. She was dressed in her usual white robes, with the porcelain mask in the shape of a rat's muzzle covering her features. She pulled up a stool and had a few papers in her hands with notes scrawled over them. “Well, Pox, my friend. I have to admit, I can't find anything wrong with you. You seem to be quite healthy, there is no sign of infection."

Pox gave a small huff at that, shaking her head, “Then why is Pox throwing up so much? It happening for many days now, even bad meat not last this long."

The nun regarded her for a moment. “Tell me something Pox, have you had any odd cravings or strange hungers lately? A desire for kinds of foods you don't normally eat."

Pox thought about that for a moment, she had been particularly ravenous the past few days, especially for organ meats. She had especially wanted liver. She nodded, “Yes, Pox has had these cravings," she said.

Jasmine nodded, “How about mood swings? Have you been particularly grumpy or happy for no reason lately?"

Pox gave another nod, “Yes, cause Pox stomach is funny, and she keep vomiting."

Jasmine gave another nod, tilting her head to the side in thought, “How about your sex drive? Have you noticed any changes there?"

Pox huffed a bit at that, “Sex is fine. Why all these questions?"

Jasmine looked at her notes, “Well, I can't say for certain, not knowing how much your physiology matches that of a human…but…have you considered you might be pregnant?"

Pox's jaw practically hit the floor at that statement, and she shook her head vigorously, “No no no no no! Pox can't have pups! Pox's only mate is Paul, only has mated Paul. He is human, Pox is rat! Human and rat can't make pups!" she said and then frowned a bit, “Can they?" she asked after a moment, more to herself than anyone. It was something rather unheard of at least that she could remember. Then again, it wasn't all that implausible. Humans and rats were anatomically very similar. They had all the same parts in all the same places. Paul's size wasn't quite comparable to a male rat, and he didn't have a tail or fur.

Jasmine spread her hands and shrugged, “I'm just guessing here, I'm an expert in human medicine, not rats. I don't know how compatible our species are." She then moved a bit closer, “But let me ask you, do rats experience something like estrus? You might call it heat or season?"

Pox nodded, “Yes yes, once a month rats can breed, get needy usually, if they mate, they make pups."

Jasmine nodded, “Do you remember the last time you felt you were in that state?"

Pox huffed in frustration, thinking about it for a long time. “That…not since Pox beat up Paul and started mating with him again." She frowned, that was over two months prior. She had been in heat right after, that she did remember, but she definitely didn't remember it happening any time since.

“Well," Jasmine said, “That alone is a pretty strong sign that you are a mother to be."

Pox swallowed, “Pox needs time to think…" she said, and Jasmine nodded, leaving the room for a time. Pox sat there stunned for a long while as her mind raced. Pox had originally tried to avoid getting pregnant. That was one of the reasons she had focused on Paul at first, she had figured that being different species would have let her satisfy her needs but not have to deal with producing children and the weakness that came with being burdened with a pregnancy. Of course, she also didn't particularly care for many of the male rats in her clan, even before meeting Paul.

It did occur to her, that if she was indeed pregnant, it was without a doubt Paul's pup growing inside of her. She loved Paul, and the idea of having pups with him wasn't nearly as off putting as having one with a rat like Stumptail or Ninefingers. He was a handsome male too, though she wondered what the pup might look like. Would it be a human with some rat features, or a naked tailless rat, or something else entirely? It also struck her that she had no idea how Paul would react either. The topic had never come up before, but she could guess that he'd respond in much the same way she was, with surprise and worry.

She wondered for a time too if Paul even wanted to have pups with her. If he did, how would he want them raised? Humans raised their children in close family units from what she saw, the sire and the mother raising them together. Rats on the other hand, did it more communally, and often if several females birthed at around the same time, as was often the case, they wouldn't know which pups were theirs or not. Even Pox had ideas on who her sire and mother was, but she didn't know for sure.

It was a while later before Jasmine returned. Pox was still brooding over her situation when he looked up, seeing the nun entering with a bowl of gruel and some more tea for Pox, “Here you are, this might be a little easier for you to keep down," she said and set the tray on a table next to the exam table.

Pox nodded her head slowly and took the tea before taking a sip, “Thank you," she said, “You are very kind to Pox."

Jasmine giggled a bit, it was a funny sound coming from the hollow of her mask, “Of course! You are one of my patients, and you are also an acquaintance I'm glad to know." She shrugged a bit, “I know our people have our differences, but you have helped us tremendously. I'm glad I can help you as well."

Pox nodded some and sighed, “Pox is glad to have kind friends like Jasmine. Closest thing to doctor Rats have is shaman, and Pox hates him and he hates Pox. Pox doesn't trust him to not harm child if Pox is pregnant."

Jasmine tilted her head down at that, “I see. Well, I of course can't promise anything. But I'll do my best to help you as much as I can."

Pox nodded her head again and sipped her tea. “Well, Pox should get going. Need to talk to Paul."

Jasmine shook her head, raising a finger, “No, not yet. Eat your gruel. I can't send you back down there on an empty stomach, especially if you might be pregnant. You'll need to be eating for your child too."

Pox nodded and took the bowl from the tray, “Yes, okay," she said, both not wanting to upset the woman, and she was hungry.