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Rat Rebellion Chapter 1: Experiments Gone Wrong By Draconicon

In the city of Cornu, in the palace-home of Lord Florus, an experiment had begun. In the eyes of the fox lord running it, it had the potential to be the beginning of a new golden era for the Gaermus Kingdom. For the rat that was tied down to be experimented on, it felt like the worst day of a bad life.

Anastus kept clenching his hands into fists, his eyes closing, opening, then closing again as he stared up at the ceiling. He was doing his best not to panic, not to scream, not to do anything that would make his master angry with him. Considering that he had already earned the 'honor', or rather, the punishment, of being experimented on, he did not need to make his master any angrier with him.

Then again, Anastus was still rather clueless as to how he had actually managed to anger his master to the point of being strapped down to a stone table. His arms were pulled over his head, his legs tied down and spread wide. He hadn't been gagged, yet, but he imagined that was because his master wished to fill him with potions as well as jab him with the needles assembled on the side of the table.

"This is a glorious day, rat," the fox said, purple and red robes of state swishing about as he walked around the table. "You will be the first to show your species true perfection, true obedience to the kingdom. After today, not one of your people will ever think of rising beyond their status ever again."

Anastus nodded, but said nothing. It was more of the same, what every rat in the house had been hearing for the last week. Lord Florus had been clear to all the rodents that they were going to learn their place and love it, but until this point, the master hadn't been clear as to how. All of them, even him, had taken it as just another rant and rave of the upper class over those that they didn't particularly like.

Well, it was real now. The rat shivered as the cool air of the laboratory drifted past his naked body, rustling the brown fur of his belly and back, almost tickling his bald toes and fingers. He tried not to think about the way that his balls dangled down, almost covering his pucker, and how his shaft was forced to shrink in a little bit from the cold.

The fox chuckled again, making him look at the master out of instinct, as all rats did. The laugh of any non-rodent immediately drew the eye, if only out of self-preservation. The voice of any non-rodent did the same; it was too risky for the lowest class of the kingdom to do anything but pay attention, to be ready to do what was needed to survive.

"You're shivering in anticipation. Very good, rat. Very good indeed. I'm sure that you're looking forward to losing all those fears, yes? All those annoying little thoughts? It must be horrible for you and the rest of your species, thinking that you're equal when you're not. All those times when you see a rodent pushing himself above the rest, trying to claim that all of the rest of you are smart.

"You're not, of course. Just a bunch of dull little laborers. At least the females of your species are useful for something beyond dull work; those hips are fine for grabbing, eh?"

The fox laughed, shaking his head as he picked up a needle. Once more, Anastus nodded, holding back the little squeaks of fear that were building up, and worse, the little chitters of anger. If he lashed out...

No, best not to think about it. The rats that showed their anger were taught 'lessons.' They were made to submit again, beaten down until they could no longer feel that anger through the fear. At least he could still feel angry, still feel things. If he had that beaten out of him, he didn't know what he'd do.

So, instead, he whimpered, trying to hold still, trying to be a good rat.

The master looked down at him, nodding his head.

"You'll be the perfect example. I've been working on this formula for months. A potion designed to break any will. A potion that will make any rodent submit to the greater species. One sip, and you will never, ever feel the urge to rise above your station again. Your greatest joy will be obedience. Your purest bliss will lie in following our orders. No matter what they are. I could tell you to hang yourself, and you'd do it, you dumb beast. Good thing that you've been good, eh?"

Lord Florus laughed again, dipping the needles into various liquids. He didn't know what they were for, nor did he know what the master planned to do with them, but he knew better than to think that it would be painless. The master had never been kind in that way. He doubted that the master would ever be.

One by one, the needles were coated at the tips, more than half of them coated in the same pink goo that lay in the biggest bottle. The master took that bottle in hand, carrying it with him as he stood by the rat's head.

"Now, beast. Open your mouth. This is the last moment of your freedom; if you had the wit, I'd tell you to cherish it, but that means nothing to you, does it?"

"It...it doesn't mean much, master," Anastus lied.

"Then open your mouth. Drink."

The rat had no choice. He did as he was told, even as he shivered from head to toe. No rat could disobey the powers above.

The potion was a simple thing, tasting of cherries and bitter mint. The flavor burned on his tongue before sliding down his throat, and he had to fight a gag as it went into his neck. He kept swallowing, forcing it down, and he coughed as it finally cleared his neck. Anastus braced himself for the effects...

But felt very little. Aside from a tingling in his belly that gradually moved out from his stomach to his limbs, and then down between his legs, he felt almost nothing at all. If anything, he mostly focused on the horrible flavor that still lingered in his mouth, wanting to spit it out.

In fact, that was just what he did.

"Ptooie."

He spat on the floor, almost hitting the edge of Lord Florus's robe. The fox jumped back in shock, shaking his head.

"What? How dare you. Apologize right now!"

"..."

Anastus opened his mouth, intending to do just that, but just as the word was about to come, he stopped. It...it didn't need to come out, he realized. He wasn't being forced to say it.

The obedience potion had failed.

Lord Florus knew it, too, the fox staring at him with wide eyes. His master shook his head repeatedly, trying to deny what was going on, while Anastus knew that this would be his death sentence. The master wouldn't just allow him to stay alive, wouldn't let him spread the news that a rat had offended one of the upper classes by not allowing the experiment to work. He'd be killed, his body gotten rid of, and no one would know about it.

Unless -

"M-maybe it needs...more?" he managed to suggest.

"...More?"

The rat nodded rapidly, hoping that he could make things better just by being helpful. Anything to live for a few more seconds, to make his life last that little bit longer.

As the fox considered, the master looked down at the needles. He picked one of them up, rolling it between his fingers. He slowly shrugged.

"I suppose I can try. If nothing else, I can deal with some anger..."

The first needle came down, and Anastus barely held back a scream as it slipped in just under the base of his cock, between the shaft and the balls. He bit his lips, feeling the burn of the chemicals on the needle sliding under his skin.

But more than that, he felt the same tingle as before, the same strange tickle that had run out from his belly. He huffed, puffed...

And he felt himself start to stiffen.

To his shock, he looked down between his legs, his cock slowly starting to rise. His cheeks burned slightly, knowing that it was not permitted for a male rat to get aroused in front of one of the other, superior species, but there was nothing that he could do to stop that. All he could do was hold himself steady, hope for the best. Maybe...maybe the master wouldn't be cruel to him.

That was a vain hope. The fox grabbed him by the balls, pulling out another needle.

"You foul, lecherous thing! Is this how you thank your master for a few more minutes of life? You - take this!"

The needle came down again, and it barely missed stabbing into one of his testicles. The narrow needle gave almost no pain as it penetrated the space between the orbs, the chemicals on the needle hot and tingly as they entered him. Yet...yet they still added to his erection, making him harder...stiffer...

Panting with arousal, Anastus shivered as his cock throbbed and bounced as if it was being treated to the best affections that another rat might have given him. He struggled to keep his head on his shoulders, gasped for breath in a desperate attempt to keep from losing control, but his cock only grew more and more erect, stiffer, more sensitive. It felt like it was on fire, and pre-cum rolled down his shaft in a flood.

"What's going on? What is happening to you?!"

Lord Florus was barely more than a voice in the back of his head as his arousal hit its peak. The rat gasped, arching his back and thrusting his hips forward. The fox took a step back, but too late. Hands-free, the rat came, and he came hard, shooting his seed through the air and right into the fox's face.

"Mmmph!"

His master fell back, gasping and covering his eyes and mouth, but the rat's cum had already struck him full-on. Half of it had already gone into his mouth, and Anastus wasn't done there.

"Ah! AH! Nnnngh! Oooooh!"

He kept cumming and cumming, his cock throbbing and pulsing between his legs with each and every shot across the room. Some of it went far enough to hit the ceiling, while others shot over his head and hit the far wall. Still other splits hit the fox again, soaking his robe and his face, covering the room with the thick scent of rat musk.

Throb, throb, throb went his cock, and on the few occasions that he could look down, he saw that his cock had grown. From five inches to six, six to seven, seven to nine. More and more cockflesh showed itself as he throbbed, as he screamed, as he came.

Another pulse, another orgasm, another blast of musky goo across the room. He couldn't keep his head on straight, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he kept on cumming, kept on throbbing. The world felt like it was upside-down, his skin felt almost like it was on fire with pleasure as he kept shooting cum. More of it marked him, more of it soaked into his fur and left him with the streaks of scent, and still more of it soaked the room.

He didn't know how long it lasted, but it was enough to leave the room marked like a rat breeding den. He could hardly breathe, his chest rising and falling with a shiver and shake. His breathing was ragged, and he...

He was different.

Fighting through his gasping, shaky state, he looked up at his hands. The shackles were tighter, his arms a bit thicker and harder. His biceps were much larger, muscular clumps showing through the flesh. He looked down, his chin resting on the beginning of pecs that hadn't been there before, and further down still...

Hanging between his legs was a cock that looked like it could have belonged on one of the horse soldiers that served the kingdom. It was a big one, not quite a full foot long, but not far short of it, either. It was thick, too, the head drooling with cum, a long droplet running from the tip all the way to the table under him. A puddle of cum ran from his balls - swollen as well - to his thighs, soaking them in his own product.

Pulling at the chains on his legs proved that something had grown down there, too. He couldn't quite see, but he knew that he was...different.

"M-master?" he managed to say, his voice slightly less squeaky. "Master, are you...are you there?"

"What...what is...Why...nnngh..."

"Master?"

"You...you did this..."

"Master, I can't see you. Stand up!"

He said it without thinking, and he immediately regretted it. But even as he opened his mouth to apologize, the fox stood up on the far side of the room.

Master obeyed? Anastus thought, blinking in surprise. Master's...also messy...

The rat had cum so much that the fox might as well have been bathed in it. His robes were ruined, and Anastus could no longer smell his master's scent through the robes or the seed that covered them. He was marked the way that the upper classes would have marked a fresh rat female, marking her for pleasure duty before she was released to do her work, either in the breeding dens or in the palaces.

He shuddered, waiting for punishment...but it didn't come. Instead, the fox seemed to be seething, trying to growl, trying to be angry, but...

Anastus looked down, and his eyes widened once more. The fox...his master...had an erection.

"Master...are you...are you hard?"

"No!" The fox bit his lips, fighting something, before - "Yes..."

"...Why? Why are you hard?"

"That...damn potion...side-effects...stop asking me questions!"

"...No."

"No? You will -"

"You untie me!"

The rat said it, again, without thinking. If he had thought about it, fear might have made him stop, but instead, he was pushed to say it, to scream it, and it paid off. The master glared at him, once more fighting against his own nature, but he couldn't fight it forever. In but a few seconds, the fox took a step forward, reaching down and undoing the chains that held the rat's legs down. The ones that held his arms were undone a mere second later, and Anastus sat up.

He was almost as tall as the fox, now, almost as tall and definitely stronger. He had been shorter, merely four feet tall compared to the fox's five foot six, and now he stood slightly over Lord Florus's shoulder. His master looked positively furious, but underneath that, he could see the fear.

Fear of what?

Fear of what the potion had done, he realized a second later. What should have rendered him obedient had allowed him to take over. The master had to obey the slave, now, and...and he might be able to spread that.

But first...

"You humiliated me..."

Anastus had never thought about what would happen if he ever had power over someone that wasn't a rat. It was said that the upper powers could detect that sort of thing, would punish those that ever thought a bad thing against the masters. But now...now...

"Get on your knees."

The fox fell, obeying faster this time. Lord Florus opened his mouth -

"Don't talk. Just get...get out of those robes. Get naked."

"Nnngh...you...foul..."

Despite his anger, the fox was doing exactly as he was told, stripping off his robe, pulling it out of the way. He let it slide back down his arms, pooling down against the backs of his legs. It was enough to expose him.

Red fur marred with white cum was smooth and soft, unmarked with imperfection or even with the bulges of muscle. The fox looked like nothing so much as a curveless woman, his cock tucked down and tiny before the rat. He looked like he was embarrassed, too, trying to curl his tail forward.

Desperate not to lose his nerve, Anastus stepped forward, bringing one bare foot down on the fluffy fox tail while shoving his cock into the fox's face. The lord stared at him, gasping in shock, but the rat wouldn't let him pull back.

"Suck this."

"You - mmph...I...don't...I...I can't..."

Yet, his master was doing that very thing, leaning forward bit by bit, the fox's muzzle nearing his cock little by little. The hate and distaste in the lord's eyes were slowly fading away, replaced by a strange hunger that even the master didn't seem to understand. The fox's cock was slowly rising, too, almost like it was responding to the pleasure of giving into the command.

Wait. That had to be it. The fox had been saying that the rats would enjoy being commanded after they were dosed with the potion. Yet, now the master was suffering from that...

Was he supposed to drink the potion first? Was he supposed to drink it, make it mix with his juices, so that he could dominate anyone that...

He looked at his cock. The master had already tasted him, already been 'dosed' by the potion through his balls. Would that work a second time? Make it stronger? Or would it do something else?

Lord Florus looked up at him, evenly split between hatred and hunger, between fear and arousal. He wanted to do it, but he didn't want to want to do it.

"Suck. Me."

Anastus said it again, the anger that he had suppressed for so long driving him to just take his master. He growled it, putting one hand on the fox's head, and he barely had to push to sheath his dick down the master's throat.

One thrust, and he was in blissful heaven. He gasped at the feeling of warmth and wet around his cock, a tongue lashing along the underside. His master grabbed at him, clawed fingers trying to grab around his thighs. For a moment, the fox seemed like he was trying to push back, to pull away, but then...then he pulled forward.

"That's right. You like following orders now, don't you? Even if it's a dirty fucking rat on top of you...even if it's someone that's so far below you...you like being a fucking cock sucker..."

The words came to him in a flood, things that he had never said, things that he had forced himself to never think. All the anger at the way that he and his people had been treated, all the rage at being on the bottom for so long came bubbling up and out, forcing itself into the open air, and he was helpless but to follow along for the ride.

He slammed his cock down the fox's throat, and Lord Florus gasped, gagging around it and sucking for air as he struggled to deal with it. Anastus didn't care. He pulled back and did it again, and again, feeling the clamp down on the tip of his cock getting weaker every time that he slammed forward.

Pressing both hands down on the fox's head, he slammed him all the way down to the base of his cock. Lord Florus gasped for breath again, struggling to pull anything in, his eyes wide, his mouth wet, warm, huffing, puffing...

And Anastus felt the master's cock spurting all over his toes.

Still panting, he looked down. The fox had cum, alright, cum hard, shooting his seed just from the taste of a cock in his throat, the scent of a rat in his nose. He growled deep in his throat, a slow chuckle coming after.

"Heh...heh...looks like you aren't so high and mighty after all, huh?" he muttered, pushing Lord Florus back until the tip of his cock popped free. Lines of spit connected his shaft to the fox's mouth, and the lord's hazy eyes followed his shaft back and forth, back and forth, watching it as it swayed. "Look at you. Years and years as a fox lording over all, and now you can't take your eyes off of a rat's cock."

Big, fat, throbbing, musky, drippy rat cock, for that matter. He gripped it, feeling the slime running down from the tip, making it all slippery and messy. He gave it a pump, then another, spurting a shot of pre-cum over his master - no, former master's face.

"Say it. Say 'I love rat cock.'"

"I...love...rat...cock..."

"Say it again."

"I...love...rat cock..."

"Again!"

"I love rat cock!"

Each successive statement was less and less hesitant, and more and more, the haze of pleasure had grown over the fox's eyes. The lord's dignity had gone right down the drain, and with it went much of his resistance. Anastus couldn't help but grin as he realized that he had put this tormenter of his down, had taken his revenge.

It was...well, it was exactly what he needed.

"Fuck...you..."

"Fuck me, master?"

"Yeah...yeah! Turn around. Show me your ass. Show a 'dirty rat' your ass."

He had never been as excited as he was right then. He needed this. He desperately needed this, to know that this was real, to know that things had turned around.

And the master obliged him. The fox turned, going down on his hands and knees and lifting his tail. It wasn't big, wasn't fat, wasn't the big, beautiful thing that rat females had, but that didn't matter. He wasn't here to breed, wasn't here to take that sort of pleasure. He was here to take revenge.

This was a hate-fuck. No more, no less.

He slapped his cock against those ass cheeks, holding them apart with one hand without even trying. There was still some hesitation, some fear, some...some holding back that the fox was doing, but he was falling apart. He needed to get used, now, needed orders, needed to follow them. The indignation and rage had almost completely disappeared.

And if Anastus was right, after he finished having his fun, it would disappear entirely.

He pressed the head of his cock to that tight little pucker. It was clear that there was no way that the fox had ever been used by another man. Had probably never been with another man, judging by how he had acted so far. The upper classes always pretended that it was too much for them, something that they would never do.

Not in the age of the rat, though.

Age of the Rat...I like the sound of that...

Hissing softly, he slapped his cock between those cheeks again, the fat, slippery tip finding that tight pucker. He ground against it, feeling just how tight it was, how it fought to keep him out. That wasn't going to work, though. He knew his way in. He knew how to take a fucking ass.

He pushed forward again, and again, butting the head of his cock against that hole. It quivered, tensing, pulling in a little bit, only for it to relax again a second later. Another bump, another nudge and it was a bit weaker, a bit more open.

Again and again he kept up with the thrust and nudge, thrust and nudge, gradually forcing that hole to relax, to open up, until -

"AH!"

Lord Florus gasped as he was suddenly penetrated, and the rat hissed louder, gripping the fox's hips tightly. It was so tight in there, tighter than any rat female that he'd had the pleasure of breeding in the past. His swollen balls churned, eager to deposit a load in that tight little ass, but he forced himself to hold back.

Not yet...not yet...

He pulled back, shivering as he felt that tight pucker gripping at him, begging him to go deeper. He wanted to feel it around him again, wanted to feel that hole opening, stretching, breaking against him. Fuck, it was so slippery now that he'd gone inside, now that he'd soaked it with spit and pre-cum.

Thrust, pop! In he went again, more than half of his cock disappearing into that tight hole. The fox wheezed as his breath was knocked right out of his lungs, but it was impossible to miss that slippery smack that came from underneath. Oh, he was enjoying himself, alright. He was massively enjoying himself, and so was the rat.

Forward, back, forward, back, each thrust wet and slippery, and just a bit messy with how gooey it was becoming. It only took three, four thrusts before he had oozed enough pre-cum for it to be flowing out around his cock, dripping down the back of the fox's thighs. Thrust, squelch, thrust, squelch, the messy muck sliding out and staining the fur, filling the air with the thick, hot scent of rat sex even more.

He couldn't stop himself. He grabbed the fox's tail, yanking his former master back with it as though the fox was nothing but a whore himself, nothing but a slave. Anastus slammed forward, his big balls dwarfing those of the vulpine noble, slamming in again and again and again, each time feeling that tight grip of the fox's hole slicken up that big more, slackening off and getting more and more slippery.

A bit more, just a bit more.

In and out, in and out he went, his hips slapping at those ass cheeks. The fox moaned under him, his master pressing back against him finally.

"You love being under me, don't you?" Anastus growled. "All this time putting us down, and now you have a rat telling you what to do. How's it feel, 'master?' How's it feel to be the slut for a dirty, fucking rat..."

"It...it feels..."

"Say it!"

"It feels so goooooood!"

The fox moaned, and he felt the spasming clench of an orgasm around his cock. Spurt, spurt, spurt went the fox's shaft, shooting all over the floor, but the smell didn't even penetrate the rat's nose. There was so much more rat musk around that the fox's just got lost in the mess. It was never going to be strong enough to claim him, never going to be enough to own anyone ever again.

He yanked the fox back, standing up, holding his former master by the knees as he bounced him up and down his cock. One thrust, two, three -

"Nnnnngh!"

And the rat finally came. His massive balls pulled up, his cock swelled, and he felt the spurts shooting through his cock. Every pulse came with a swirling, hot, slippery sensation around his shaft as he flooded the former master with his cum. He marked his master.

No. He marked his slave.

Panting hard, he pulled the fox off his cock, the former 'Lord' Florus panting as he was laid on the stone table. The fox looked at the ceiling, and then at him with utter bliss, utter worship. It wasn't just that the fox had been fucked silly; it was that the former lord had been taken by his own potion.

"You're going..."

He panted softly, having to catch his balance from the sheer exertion he had just put himself through.

"You're going to tell me how the potion works...and then you're going to help me feed it to the other rats in the house."

"Yes, Master," the fox said with a smile.

"And then...then we're going to have..."

It was a word that no rat had dared say, not in the generations that they had been the slaves of the kingdom. None of them had ever believed that it would even be possible, that the superior species could be brought down.

But now they could. Now they had a weapon.

"Then we're going to have a rebellion."

The End