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The next morning, Paul was startled awake, as he had been several times before. It took him a few moments of groggily looking around before he remembered where he was. He settled down after a few moments, looking around his surroundings. The gas fixture that lit Ticktock's workspace had been turned down, to a very dull orange glow, leaving the room dark except where the light reflected off of the dozens of watches that hung on the walls, giving a vague impression of a starry sky around them. He felt Pox shift in her sleep and her nuzzle into his hair and he smiled softly. It was cold in the tunnels and a little clammy, but he felt rather comfortable there between the two rats.

He lay there for at least an hour, listening to the ticking of the watches and the slow breathing of the two rodent women, before they eventually woke up. Pox was the first, stretching and yawning behind him, and Ticktock was not far behind. Ticktock sat up first and made room for the other two, and Paul found he had some stiffness in his neck and shoulder. He looked between the two of them. “Mm…morning," he said and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

Ticktock went over to her worktable and twisted the knob on the gas fixture, turning the light up to illuminate the dark chamber. Pox meanwhile sat up and stretched before leaning on Paul and nuzzling into his neck, letting out a wide yawn that ended with her jaw snapping closed hard enough to make her teeth clack together.

Paul looked over to her and kissed the side of her muzzle, “I don't mean to be rude but I need to relieve my bladder."

Ticktock stretched her arms above her head and then pointed, “There is spot at the end of the tunnel where sewer trough is."

Paul nodded and sighed a bit, “Lovely…" he got up and made his way in that direction, adjusting his clothing as he went. After he had finished, he returned and looked to the other two a bit awkwardly, not sure how to make conversation.

Ticktock began combing her hair with her claws, looking over at Pox, “So what did Milkeyes say about Paul?" she asked.

Pox shrugged and leaned back against the wall of the chamber, “Said he talk to other elders, that's all. Will call for us in day or two maybe."

Paul nodded and sat back down next to Pox, “A few days…what happens in the meantime?"

Pox put her arms around Paul and nibbled on his neck, “Stay here and have lots of sex?'

Ticktock stood up and crossed her arms, “We should find a way to make the elders like Paul better," she said. “There will be plenty of time to have sex after."

Pox nodded some, “Yes, but can still have sex now."

Paul rolled his eyes some and rubbed at the side of Pox's muzzle, “Heh…maybe perhaps after we have something to eat?" he suggested, which got quite a bit of laughter in response from the other two.

Ticktock shook her head, “We eat when there is food available. That could be today, or tomorrow, or next week sometime," she said, “There isn't any telling."

Paul leaned back against Pox and nodded slowly, “Ah…" he said and sighed, closing his eyes for a moment, before sitting up again as an idea came to him. “Well…why don't I buy us some food?" he suggested, “I mean…I am a human, I can just go into a shop. I don't need to steal anything."

Pox nuzzled at his hair, “You have no money," she pointed out.

He nodded and turned back to look at her, “Not on me, no, I left my purse at home. But you could go get it. It's in my room on my writing desk."

Ticktock looked to Paul and then Pox, then back to Paul, “How much money do you have?" she asked.

Paul shrugged, “In my purse I have maybe a dozen silver coins, and maybe twice that many in pennies," he thought for a moment, “I keep more in one of the other drawers, I don't remember how much."

Ticktock nodded and squeezed her hands together, rubbing them slowly, “How much money would you need to buy food for the whole clan?" she asked.

Pox nodded, “Oh! Yes! Good idea Ticktock!" she said, squeezing at Paul, “If you buy lots of food for all of us, that prove you want to be part of clan!"

Paul rubbed the back of his head, “Well I'd need to see how much money I have first," he said, “And I'd have to buy staples mostly, like beans. It won't be the most exciting food, of course."

Ticktock nodded, “That is fine, we eat anything, whatever we get."

Paul looked to Pox, “So, will you go get the things I need? I think it's better for you to be alone than for me to go near the house right now."

Pox nodded, “Yes, Pox can get coins."

Paul smiled, “Great…um…" he frowned and rubbed his chin, “Would you mind picking up a few other things for me? Some clothes at least? I don't have fur like you two do to keep warm…and I don't really want to wear the same thing all the time…"

Pox shrugged, “Pox will do what can." She got up and stretched and got her belt and knife and then her cloak. She also fished around in the pile of cloth they had used as a bed and found an old sack.

Paul nodded, “Thank you," he said, and gave her instructions for what to get and how to access the drawer with the false bottom to get the money he had hidden. “Be careful though and try not to hurt anyone. I'd like for you to get in and out without being seen," he said, holding Pox's hands in his and he leaned up to give her a kiss.

She kissed him back and nodded, “Will do best, no promises," she said and then disappeared out into the tunnel.

Paul looked over at Ticktock now that he was alone with her again, “So…uh…"

She looked back at him and then looked to her workspace and sat at it, starting to take out her tools. “I am going to fix a watch or two. You can sit with me if you want. If you are looking for other entertainment, I can't help you there," she said.

Paul nodded, “Uh…sure, I'd like that. Will it bother you to talk?" he asked. He knew some people didn't like to be bothered when they were working on a task, but he wasn't sure Ticktock's feelings on that.

She gestured to a spot on the floor, “Sit there so I can use your lap," she said, “And what do you want to talk about?" she asked.

Paul moved to the spot the rat indicated and he sat down on it, grunting when she plopped herself down in his lap and she made him slide closer to the table so she could work. “Oh…um…well I…like your watch collection," he said, looking at the ones around the room hanging from their chains on the walls and from the ceiling. “They were very pretty last night when the light was out."

Ticktock nodded and pulled his arms around her middle and she leaned over her table and began to work, taking a new watch from a pile of them and she began to look it over, “Thank you," she said as she got a small rag and she spat onto the watch's case and began wiping away grime from it, “It is a good use for them."

He nodded and leaned over her, resting his chin on her shoulder as he watched her work, “Why do you collect them? Is it just because they are pretty?"

She shook her head and got some of her tools, beginning to open the back of the watch up so she could get at the inside, and giving a grunt of annoyance as she struggled with it. “Not just that, they are pretty yes, but I like fixing them too. Each one is similar, doing all the same things, but they break in different ways. It can be a challenge to make them work again."

Paul nodded some as he watched her work, noticing the way she awkwardly held her tools, and the scars that crisscrossed her misshapen palms. “Ticktock…can I ask you a question?"

Finally, after several failed attempts, the back, of the watch came free, and she set the pieces and her tools down, and she rubbed at her fingers and palms. She glanced up at Paul and saw where he was looking, “About my hands?" she asked. She let out a sigh when he nodded, turning in his lap to better face him. “A few months ago, not long after Pox met you, she met another human taking care of you."

Paul nodded his head, remembering, “Yes, it was that fellow in the beak mask. Malachi was his name I think."

“I guess, Pox never told me his name," Ticktock said, “But he knew about the herbs we use in our medicine. He wanted to trade for them. Pox thought it was a good idea, and I did too, so I asked our shaman Gnarltooth." Ticktock's fingers curled, and she began shaking, “He's a cruel rat…one of the cruelest. He gave me the herbs, and then told the other elders that I stole them."

Paul swallowed a lump in his throat and rubbed at Ticktock's shoulders as the rat began crying.

Ticktock continued, “He punished me for it…the next time he performed the ritual to use magic to make the herbs grow," she sniffed and wiped her eyes, “He held me down, while his infernal hound familiar mauled my hands. It bit them and shook its head and ripped the flesh to the bones. Gnarltooth then dragged me into the tunnels and left me to bleed to death."

Paul shook his head, “By the gods…that's barbaric!"

Ticktock nodded some, still sniffling, “I was lucky Pox found me when she did. She took me to the nuns who wear the rat face masks. They did what they could to fix me," she said. “I'm lucky I didn't lose any fingers, but the insides are still messed up," she held up her hands and pointed at some of her fingers, “These ones hurt all the time, and these others I don't feel anything at all," she said. “They are stiff, and most don't bend right. Even though they are getting a little better all the time, the nuns said they'll never be back to normal."

Paul took hold of Ticktock's hands and gently rubbed the backs of them. “I'm sorry, I feel a little responsible. If Pox never met me…"

Ticktock shook her head, “No, Paul. You had nothing to do with this! It's Gnarltooth's fault. He hates me for being weak and he hates Pox for protecting me and turning others against him. He's fat and lazy and only does the minimum. He grows herbs instead of food because it's fewer plants to care for and less work."

He sighed a bit and nodded, gently squeezing Ticktock's hands and he brought them up and gave each one a kiss. “I still feel bad…" he put an arm around her and hugged her tight.

She nuzzled into his chest, “I try to tell myself it's not as bad as it could be. I can still do some things. I can't write as well, but I can still hold my tools, and I can fix watches and things. It just takes longer."

He nodded some and rubbed the back of her head with his other hand as he held her, looking at the partially disassembled watch on the table. He kissed the top of Ticktock's head, “I know it wouldn't be the same…but…would you like help maybe?"

Ticktock's ears turned red, and she wiped her eyes and looked up at him, “Help?" she asked, “Help how?"

He gestured to the watch, “Well, I know it's not the same but… my hands work fine…" he said, “You could tell me what to do, and use my hands to do it?"

Ticktock thought about it then gave him a small smile, “Yes, if you want to, that would be nice." She turned around and took hold of Paul's hands guiding them, “Here, pick up that one," she said, “Now let me show you how to take the next piece off…"

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Pox panted softly as she got up onto the balcony, climbing over the railing and standing on the deck. She looked into the dimly lit room, before using a bent piece of metal to trip the latch and push the large double doors open. The room was dark except for the pilot lights from the gas fixtures, but that was plenty of light for Pox to see by. She sniffed the room, finding it rather strange to be in here without Paul around. His scent was still in the air, but already getting stale as it had been a little more than a day since he had left.

She moved further into the room and dropped the sack she had brought onto the bed and began to look around. She spotted the desk in the corner, and she made her way over to it and opened up the top. She quickly found the bag of coins and then started going through the drawers, looking for the one with a false bottom that Paul had described. After going through each drawer and finding it, she couldn't figure out how to open it, and she began to toss the items out of it onto the floor.

Pox was about to start trying to rip the drawers out when a voice behind her interrupted, “There is a small dowel on the underside of the drawer." Pox hissed loudly and turned to see a young woman standing there, dressed in a maid's uniform. She raised a hand and backed up, “I don't mean any harm…You are Master Paul's rat, aren't you? You are getting things for him? I won't stop you," she said and swallowed looking scared.

Pox growled, “Good," and turned back to the drawer, feeling the underside for the dowel. Finding it, she pressed it in, and the false bottom of the drawer popped up to reveal a large quantity of copper and silver coins. Pox gathered them up and put as many as she could into the coin purse, and then started putting the rest into her belt pouch. She then looked around the room, before spotting the wardrobe and she opened it, glancing at the array of clothing inside.

The woman swallowed, “Do you need help?" she asked, taking a tentative step closer.

Pox sighed and nodded, “Please…need clothes."

The woman nodded, “So he won't be back then…I'm glad for him," she said, and got to work selecting several sets of shirts and pants and other items, folding them up so that she could put them in the larger sack Pox had brought with her. She then arranged the rest of the clothes to hide that some were missing. “I'll clean up for you. Master Hawthorne won't know you were here, I promise."

Pox gathered up the things and nodded, “Thank you," she said.

The woman sighed a bit and clutched at her skirt, “It's the least I could do. I caused you and Paul so much trouble…I was the one who caught you two sneaking in, the one who told Master Hawthorne about you. I'm very sorry for that."

Pox grumbled softly, “It fine…" she said, watching the girl for a few moments.

She moved over to the desk and began putting things back together, “I saw how it affected him, not having you around. I can't really say I understand what he sees in you, but I know he is a good man, and has a good heart in him, unlike his father, so I'm glad he has someone like you make him happy."

The rat gave a nod, before hoisting up the sack of clothing and she made her way back to the balcony, and then gave one look back before dropping down and disappearing into the dark. She hurried back to the sewer entrance she had emerged from and then down the tunnels making her way back to the warren.

Pox eventually arrived back at the small alcove to see Ticktock and Paul finishing up with the watch they had been working on. She smiled, glad to see the two getting along and she moved in. “Pox is back, found clothing, and the coins," she said, setting the sack down and retrieving the coins.

Paul looked to Pox and then kissed the top of Ticktock's head, “Here, give me a bit of room so I can count this up," he said to the smaller rat, he then looked to Pox, “Did you run into any trouble?" he asked as Ticktock slipped over and sat on the makeshift bed.

Pox shook her head as she placed the money on the worktable, “No trouble. Maid saw me but promised not tell father. Said sorry for telling about us before."

Paul tilted his head at first, “Oh…that must have been Rebekah," he said and then turned to the pile of coins, starting to sort them by type into neat stacks. It took several minutes, but he eventually counted it up, “Okay, it looks like I have 53 full moons, 12 half moons, and 129 brass stars," he said. “How many of you are there down here in your clan?" he asked, looking to Pox and Ticktock.

Ticktock thought about it, “We have probably around 50 or so."

Paul nodded, “I think a sack of beans goes for a full moon, and one of those can about feed that many people, so…this is enough to buy around two months of food," he said and smiled, “Think that will buy us some good will from your elders?" he asked.

Ticktock nodded, “If not the elders, then other clan members."

Paul nodded and then thought about it, “That's…going to be quite a lot…we might be able to get a few sacks at one time, but I don't think that much all at once, not to mention it will be hell to move it all."

“Pox could get some others help," the larger rat suggested, “Pox knows some she can ask. Two or three."

Paul nodded, “Okay," he said and looked at the coins, “I think we should try for ten sacks. Ten days of food for your clan. Then we can present that to your elders maybe?" he asked.

Ticktock got to her feet and stretched some and looked at the coins, “Sounds good to me. So that will be 10 moons, what do we do with the rest of the coins?" she asked. “Other rats might try to take them."

Pox huffed, “Nine-fingers tries, Pox will make his name Eight-fingers," she said crossing her arms.

Paul chuckled a bit, “Well, Ticktock does have a point…I don't know where we could hold it until we need it."

Pox shrugged, “Pox will keep some in pouch. Paul keep some too. Then have to steal from us directly at least."

Ticktock nodded, “That might be best for now."

Pox nodded and then grabbed onto Paul and dragged him to his feet and then over to the bed, pushing him onto the pile of cloth and rags. “Mm…good! Plan settled! Now," she glared at the human as she got on top of him and then leaned in and licked his face, “Pox's heat is starting. Needs her mate."

Paul blushed a bit at the suddenness of it, “Oh…um…okay…" he said, looking up at her and swallowing. He glanced over at Ticktock, “Um…what about…"

Pox followed his gaze and looked to Ticktock and then back to Paul grinning wide and flashing her teeth, “Ticktock can join if she wants!" she then started to work her fingers over Paul's shirt, unbuttoning it and starting to strip him.

Paul squirmed under her, “Pox! I'll undress myself," he said and blushed more as he glanced over at Ticktock again, who was still standing there watching him. He thought about it for a moment and then gave her a nod, giving his permission for her to join if she wanted. He then started helping Pox get him out of his clothes, and he ended up naked under her before long.

Pox smiled and pushed her muzzle into a kiss with Paul, her hands rubbing over his chest as she moved her hips into position over his. She pushed her thick tongue into his mouth and rolled her hips grinding on him, while Ticktock made her way over to join them on the bed.

Paul ran his fingers through Pox's curly black hair, and he scratched around the bases of her ears, panting hard into the kiss as her tongue teased around in his mouth and over his own. His other hand moved around to caress down Ticktock's back and over her ropy tail, rubbing around the base of it. It was an area Pox liked to be touched and he hoped her sister did too.

Pox finally pulled back from the kiss and took hold of Paul's cock, lining it up with her pussy before dropping down onto it with a gasp. Meanwhile Ticktock moved in to give Paul a kiss of her own, breathing softly through her nose as she tasted him. She held the kiss for several long moments while Pox started riding Paul's cock.

Ticktock pulled back and smiled softly to him, rubbing his chest gently as she looked into his eyes, giving him a mischievous look as she then swung one of her legs over him, placing her knees on either side of his head, her own sex right above him. She ran her hands over his head gently and giggled, “Since Pox is using your penis, how about I use your tongue?" she asked and started to lower herself down.

Paul moved his hands to Ticktock's hips, and he held her up as he looked up at her a bit nervously and shivered as he inhaled Ticktock's scent. It was strong now that her pussy was in his face and gamey, not at all like a human woman, and fortunately not as unpleasant as Pox's. “Um…okay just…please don't piss on my face…" he said.

She wiggled her hips in his hands, “I'll try not to," she said and settled down gently on him when he relented.

He closed his eyes and started to slowly lick at Ticktock's folds, glad she tasted better than she smelled. He licked deep into her tunnel, while rubbing his hands over her thighs as he panted harder through his nose, moaning out from the pleasure of Pox riding him.

Pox leaned forward and put her arms around her sister's upper body, continuing to ride Paul's cock as she nibbled on Ticktock's neck, while her hands teased over the smaller rat's even smaller breasts, cupping them gently in her hands and teasing at her nipples, while she glanced down the smaller rat's body and smiled to Paul, “How is tongue?" she asked teasingly as she nipped at Ticktock's neck again.

Ticktock gasped and rolled her hips, grinding firmly against Paul's mouth and she leaned back against Pox, letting out soft squeaky moans of pleasure. She shivered and reached her hands down, running her fingers through Paul's hair. “Ah…good…" she groaned out.

Paul closed his eyes and thrust up into Pox, panting harder as he continued to lick at Ticktock's folds, tasting the smaller rat's nectar as it dripped all over his face from her grinding, making a mess of him. He figured he must have been doing a good job, as it didn't take long at all for the smaller rat to let out a louder moan as she began to squirt all over his face.

Pox giggled softly and gasped out, “Good…" she said and groaned out, “Paul is very good mate…" she groaned and continued to hold and tease at Ticktock. One of Pox's hands continued to play with the smaller rat's breasts, while another dipped between her legs to help prolong her orgasm.

Ticktock groaned out and reached up, turning Pox's muzzle and she pressed into a kiss with her sister, moaning out into the larger rat's mouth as she rode out her orgasm for several long moments, before she finally slipped back and off of Paul's face, letting the human catch his breath while Ticktock did the same.

Pox gripped at Paul's shoulders firmly and then leaned down, kissing him and then licking some of Ticktock's honey from his face, panting softly. “Mm…feel good…Pox getting close…" she said panting harder and harder as her hips slammed into his own, and her tunnel gripped him firmly.

Paul nodded some and panted harder, groaning out as he thrust, driving deep into Pox over and over again. “Ah…Pox…" he moaned, his eyes closing tightly as he held onto her hips and he continued to help her bounce along in his lap. He groaned and finally pushed himself deep inside as his climax hit, and he began to fill Pox's cunt with his cum.

She huffed and panted hard over him, grinding down and shivering as she felt his hot cum flooding into her and she started to cum as well, screeching out in pleasure as her body tensed up and she held tight to him. She rolled her hips a few times and when his orgasm and hers subsided, she pulled away, laying out on her side next to him.

Paul panted hard, laying on his back, and he thought it was over, until he saw Ticktock moving in, taking hold of his member she began to lick him clean. He gasped and groaned out, “Ah…Ticktock…not so rough…" he panted and shivered. The smaller rat made quick work of him before crawling up his body to lay on his other side, resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arms around him. Pox smiled and pulled them both against her, having a size advantage over the two.

Paul looked between them and then leaned in kissing Pox's muzzle, and then turning and giving Ticktock one as well and he sighed, laying back against Pox's chest, using her breasts as a pillow. “I…hah…love you both…" he said, still panting hard, and he squeezed an arm around each of them. He then closed his eyes and relaxed there with them, basking in their mutual afterglow.