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A grey-furred rat walked through a town wearing a cloak and hood drawn up. Grey skies above opened to let down a gentle shower of rain that dotted the ground in various puddles. The rat’s steps were heavy due to his size and stature, dragging just a bit as ragged eyes watched the way ahead while he reached through his cloak to grasp a pouch. John had plenty of coins jingling within that pouch enough to get him a few drinks or better yet, a wench. A good whore would give him what he needed to get through the next day without wanting to fall over and let the rains take him. From where he was, John headed through the small town looking through the corners and alley’s until he found himself at a door tucked between buildings with a small sign that showed a mug of ale with the silhouette of a woman holding it. With a grunt, he grabbed the handle of the door and opened it, the people inside immediately stopping to look at him.

The tavern was full of humans and not a single beast-kind such as himself. He stepped in and the wooden boards groaned in response. No one dared to tell him to stop dripping on the floor, no one dared to ask him to turn around and leave but they all looked at him with mixtures of disgust and fear; a momentary flash of honesty. Once their eyes returned to what they were doing, he found himself a seat at the bar and pulled out the pouch he had been checking before. Someone came to attend him once they saw the coin. Even if he was a dirty rat in their eyes, there was no sense in denying his money.

A grizzled barkeep came on by with a mug of something that looked serviceable enough and he leaned in and muttered, “What’ll it be stranger? Take your pick from the waitresses and I’ll call one over.”

John tapped a few claws on the bartop before looking over at the various women. There was a good selection despite the fact that the place didn't impress. He supposed the real money went into the top floor where the beds were. Finally, when he caught sight of the one he wanted, he pointed at the girl with the red hair and freckles. She looked fine enough with a rear that pressed against the folds of her dress and breasts that were not quite as large as some of the other women, but rounded and lovely on their own. The bartender called for her to come over and she paused. Her eyes looked at him for a second with a sort of distaste that was common among humans but regardless, she came over to take her place next to him.

The woman saw the pouch of coin and took it, checking the contents with a finger before cursing under her breath. John intended to have a good time and it seemed that she realized the amount was too much to deny and too much to give him any lip. With a breath, she placed a few stray coins on the top and paid for her own mug, downing it one pull as if her throat was on fire. John couldn’t help but snort at that. Whether she was sober or drunk it didn’t matter to him. All he wanted was a warm body beneath him while he rode out his anger. She could even be passed out for all he cared.

When she set the mug down, she breathed out, “Name’s Alice big fellah. You’ve got enough money to pretty much have me for the evening and then the morning for anything you want. So, wanna get this over with?”

From one little mug, she seemed to gain her confidence and a bit of a slur to her words. He took a short pull of his own drink before sliding it over to her and grunting, “Sure…”

She looked at the mug and he swore he saw her mouth the words, “Thanks.”

Alice drank down the rest of his ale before she got up to start heading upstairs. John got up from his seat to follow along. There were stray eyes watching them but hell, he didn’t care. All he wanted was a bit of ass and some warmth to take the edge off of the day. It didn’t take long before they were upstairs and in one of the many empty rooms. He’d been right about the tavern spending most of its money on the main attraction upstairs. The rooms had good beds and floors covered in furs to make it nice and comfortable for customers who wanted it. After he was done appraising the room, he started to get out of his clothes, tossing off the wet cloak and the rest of his attire before turning his attention to Alice.

The call girl was searching through a drawer for something before she pulled out a torn open pack with nothing in it, with a huff that blew back bangs of fiery red hair from her cheeks, she muttered, “No damn condoms.”

John grunted, “Come on...I’ve paid enough to deserve a bit of time without those things right? Besides, we’re here already aren’t we?”

Alice narrowed her eyes and put her hands on her hips but whether it was the alcohol or his dashing good looks, the human sighed and shook her head, “Fine fine...Damn rat, probably can’t knock up humans anyway? Do you know?”

They can but he shrugged and muttered, “Probably not.”

She took his answer at face value and started to strip out of her clothes, hands moving to slide the straps of her dress off of her shoulders before she let them fall. Her underwear followed, the light outlining the fine curve of her ass and breasts. By the time she was done, he was already twitching and in the air, his thick cock more than ready to earn this touch that he had paid for.

When he stepped forward to grab her chest and hips, she gasped and looked away, “Wait wait...Never said to start, just...We could find another room with condoms or—”

Whatever suggestions or doubts she had, he didn’t want to hear them. He planted his mouth over hers to interrupt whatever she was going to say. At first, she squirmed against his touch and even pressed her small hands against his chest but all she could do was melt to his grasp as he tugged her closer and brought his cock against her gut. When their mouths tore away, the whore was left panting, body trembling and hands moving from his chest down to his shaft as if to show that was finally accepting of his advances. She brought her mouth against his body, kissing from his chest all the way down as she lowered herself so she was face to face with his cock. Alice knew the game and knew what to do to try and get him to not cum inside of her but the rat had more endurance than she could ever expect. He paid for a good evening and he was going to take advantage of every moment.

When she got low enough, he let her go, hand resting on her hair, claws flexing as he rumbled, pleased with the performance for now. He could feel her lips start to make their marks along the tip and side of his cock, her mouth trembling against his shaft as she kept on going down. She probably hadn’t ever seen such a thick cock since she was adjusted to human customers but he didn’t give a damn what she was used to. This was his chance to take out his frustrations on a target he paid for. When she got to the balls, he felt those frustrations hold back just a bit while her tongue danced over the sack, a pleasant slide of cool coming up his body as she licked in just the right spots. The tongue kept on the center of his balls, working each orb lovingly in turns before she dipped back up the shaft and onto the tip. There he saw her suckling, a frown set on her mouth as she took his shaft into her maw.

His frustrations were coming back with that little look of disgust she had. It reminded him of all those humans down at the bar who had been staring, who had been questioning his existence with their gazes and it brought the hackles on the back of his neck standing. His fangs showed as his lips pulled back while he growled, digits tightening around the whore’s hair until he found the anger burning in his gut telling him to do it. John’s hips moved forward to draw his thick shaft into her mouth and all the way into her throat in one go, his balls resting on her chin. Both of her hands came up to press through the fur of his thighs but he did not pull away and did not stop as he yanked back only to thrust back in.

The rat’s other hand gripped her head to keep it steady while he started to pump back and forth, using her mouth and throat like sex toys. Each thrust caused a muffled squeal and squeak to come off of the human that was more satisfying than her bitching tone. He shut his eyes tight while letting every little frustration out into her mouth, pounding the spasming human whore. There was no care or love given in each of those thrusts, only an angered passion that mutated into a frenzied desperation to get rid of the heat deep inside of his body. His balls kissed her chin with every push, each thrust sending out a sticky smack of his hips on her cheeks and lips. The whore’s mouth coated in drool pressed against his balls and body, her eyes glazed over and fluttering as she struggled to maintain breath underneath his constant assault.

There was a part of him that wanted to pull out now so he could impregnate her rather than just fucking her throat but he wanted her to feel his anger in her shallow breaths. He kept on pounding while his cock started to twitch and throb. Each push was another spurt of sticky pre that ended up coating her tongue and mouth with the stuff as he kept on pushing. Perhaps she could sense that he was about to blow because her hands gripped tighter at his thighs, her eyes growing wider as she tried to pull away. The rat snarled as he slammed forward, his sticky balls firmly set against her chin as they started to churn and throb with the signs of his gushing orgasm pouring down her throat.

Alice swallowed down every drop while John snarled and leaned over her. Both of her hands started to weaken their grips on his thighs until they both faded down to her sides and her eyes began to shut slowly. John kept on rolling his hips forward, his eyes opening to see how drunk and stupid she looked from the cum flooding her throat. When her eyes were fully shut, he pulled his cock out of her throat and let the rest of his load out onto her chest. She gasped in a breath but her eyes were still shut, her chest rising and falling while he dragged her up by the hair onto the bed. The whore sputtered and breathed in steadily while trying to regain herself and John marveled at her body. He licked his chops while feeling over her legs before he turned her over and gripped her hips to tug them off the bed. One hand held her body steady while the other one gripped his own still hard shaft sticky with her drool before he placed the tip at her cunt and leaned down against her to wait.

The rat waited there with his chest pressed against her back and his mouth near her ear. He wanted to wait until she was back with him enough to realize what was happening but being so close to her made it difficult. The tip of his cock was brushing against those warm folds, pressing and edging them apart to get closer and closer to her hole before he pulled it away. She started to stir with a small hum, eyes opening slowly before she tried to push herself up off the bed only to realize she was pinned. Perhaps she realized where she was but she shuddered and brought her hips up against the rat, her face pressed down against the bed and her hands keeping herself steady while she waited.

It wasn’t exactly the reaction he had been hoping for but he breathed out to her ear regardless, “Good girl.”

Those words only seemed to shake the human whore further but the rat leaned in close and brought the tip of his cock forward to slide inside of her cunt. He took his time, edging the tip against her folds to part them before stretching her apart. Once he felt the raw heat of his cock sliding against her inner walls, he buried himself halfway and grabbed onto her hair. He leaned back, tugging, grunting as he started to rock his hips forward. Alice cried out, nails digging into the bed. Deeper, deeper and deeper he went until his balls were kissing her crotch and his hips were slapping against her fat ass.

Every push and shove sent the girl jolting, her mouth opening to let out a gasp or cry here and there while her insides tightened around him. John himself tugged on that hair, growling while he slammed inside of her over and over again. Every little aggression was coming out nicely. He thrust in as hard as he could for the fact that every human he met treated him like some sort of lesser creature because he was a rat. His digits yanked on her hair for the fact that he never received the respect he deserved at his work and he went even harder than that because he needed to walk through the damnable rain today. Finally, his hand moved from her hair giving her a moment of rest before he grabbed her neck. It wasn’t a tight grip, wasn’t firm but it caused her to gasp and shake either way. His claws tensed against the smooth skin of her neck, easing against it while he kept on pounding inside.

The rat tugged her head back by the neck enough that he could lean over and plant his mouth over hers, forcing her into a kiss where their tongues met in her mouth while their bodies continued to clash together. He could feel the deepest point in her body opening up to him, could feel his cock throbbing and swelling as his orgasm got ever closer. Every little movement brought him nearer to a climax and he could feel her struggling start to renew no doubt due to her feeling his violent throbbing.

When he pulled his mouth off of hers, she whimpered, “Please, please not inside. Take it out. I know you’re lying about not being able to knock me up, you’re a dirty fucking rat. Rat’s always fucking lie.”

John slammed in harder and his digits tensed on her neck while he snarled, “That’s exactly why I’m knocking you up. Bitch didn’t even treat me kindly, didn’t even pretend. Got yourself drunk and whimpered about having to treat a dirty rat. Well then, let me be the monster that you fear so much, you stupid bitch.”

In truth, he had been saving her from most of his fury and strength but now those were unleashed in full from her insults. He pounded in as hard as he could causing her to let out a sharp squeak, her eyes growing wide while she was pounding into oblivion. He brought up one foot on the bed so he was pounding directly down inside of her and her body collapsed beneath him, her mouth open and letting out apology after apology that he did not give a single damn about. He kept on thrust until he finally felt the gush of his heated cum start to pour out into her cunt. John did not stop thrusting even as his seed stuck to her insides. He growled and gripped onto her neck just a bit tighter while pounding in faster, slamming his hips forward to bring out more of his cum. It seemed like his climax would never end, the human whore now groaning out and trembling like a pathetic leaf rather than attempting to apologize.

Even after he finished cumming inside of her, he still felt the anger boiling within him and so he let go of her neck and grabbed her hips to start pumping her back and forth like a sex sleeve. Each push was a wet and sticky slap caused by the meeting of his hips and her fat ass. He growled like the savage beast she thought he was and kept on moving until he could feel the last bits of his orgasm pumping out of his cock and into her abused pussy. Alice had shut her eyes, panting but no longer responding to his touch. With that, he was left there alone breathing out over her body his eyes observing the curve of her form, admiring his conquest as he slowly pulled out of her with a wet pop. When he turned her over, her legs drew in, her eyes still shut but they still had so much more to do until the morning came. His cock was still hard, his fury was still there but by the end of this night, all of that frustration would be taken out inside of her. All he had to do was wait for her to wake again.