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Rat Rebellion

Chapter 10

By Draconicon

Anastus slept the sleep of the furious, which was to say that he barely slept at all. His mind drifted on schemes of revenge, on ideas of punishment. Never of justice, but just vengeance, of putting the foxes down so that they understood what they were doing to him and the other rats of the city.

Occasionally, he would wake, but the rape wasn't done. Some other soldiers had always come in, replacing the last one that he remembered and using his hole for their pleasure. Some brave souls would move to his face, using his mouth and muzzle for their satisfaction, and more than one tempted him to bite them. He had the jaw strength, he had the power to rip their cocks right off their crotches.

But he never did it. Not because he was afraid, but because he was angry enough to know that one bit of revenge wouldn't satisfy him. He needed to wait, wait to do this properly.

And so the night went, drifting into sleep before being ripped out of it by a passing knot or a painful fist. Every time he woke, he allowed himself to be used - raped - and then passed out again, his own enhancements meaning that he could take it and not completely lose consciousness, even during the worst parts of it.

When morning rolled around, he was more rested than he had any right to be, and likely more than the foxes expected him to be. Certainly more than the fox soldier that had taken up residence in the bed with him, sleeping off the last fuck of the night.

Turning his head, the rat's fury crystalized into a cold decision. One glance at the door confirmed that it was shut, and he'd hear it opening if anyone came to take another turn. Another glance at the window confirmed that it was pre-sunrise, meaning that there was less chance of someone coming to wake him and bring him before the king.

He had time, and he'd use it.

He rolled over, putting his bulk over the smaller fox. The guard hadn't bothered putting his clothes back on after his fun, and his balls hung down, shrunken from use. He could have crushed them. Instead, he gripped his morning wood and slid it under the fox's tail. There was a moment of resistance, a soft grunt from below. Anastus rested his hand over the vulpine muzzle sticking past a pillow, aimed himself for that pucker, and rammed in.

The friction burn stung, but not nearly as much as the pain his rapist was probably feeling right then. Anastus clenched tight around the narrow muzzle trying to open, muffling the scream that rumbled against his fingers. As he sank in, his cock going further and further past that pucker until he was completely hilted in the smaller male, the rat leaned forward and whispered in the guard's ear.

"You earned this..."

"Mmmph?!"

"You raped me. I'm just returning the favor."

He pulled his hips back, feeling some hint of pleasure with having his cock wrapped up in warm flesh, but even this sickened him. The only reason he stayed hard enough to keep doing what he was doing was fury. Anger, hate-fucking, something to rut this bitch into an understanding of what had been done to him. He pulled his hips back, dragging unwilling ass-flesh with him, feeling it clenching tight despite the pain. All the way back to the head before slamming back in, and the fox whimpered, whining against the rat's hand holding his mouth shut.

Anastus didn't hold back. This wasn't like the times that he had fucked the vixens and the foxes around Florus's manor. This wasn't something that he felt guilty enough about to really stop himself. This was about teaching them a lesson, and he felt completely justified in that.

In, out, in, out, each time feeling that pucker clenching down around the head of his cock as he pulled back, feeling it sucking against his cock as if some bitch-part of the fox under him liked it. The potion that coursed through his veins and through his balls was likely already starting to do something to the guard, already changing him. Hell, he could feel the little spasms going through him, knew that there was something changing. The little thrusts back told him that the guard was weak enough that he might be turned without the full rut.

But he didn't stop.

He couldn't stop.

In, out, in, out, each time feeling, hearing his balls clapping off the fox's shrunken pair, feeling the male beneath him giving in, shivering, shrinking away from the rape. Was there blood? No, but there was heat, heat and warmth that came from fucking someone's ass completely dry. In, out, in, out, feeling it pulling at him, sucking him right back in, feeling those inner walls swelling and clenching against him.

The rat's grunts of effort were the only sound in the room. If anyone found him now, they'd try and kill him. He wasn't sure that he would stop them -

No, he would. Wrong as this was, he would still try and stop them. He would make them see what they did to him. Let them see how it felt when one of their own was treated the way that they treated him.

Let them see how it felt when it happened to a 'person' instead of a slave.

Gritting his teeth as he heard the whimpers turn to moans, Anastus sped up, ramming his hips against the fox's ass, the flesh-clap getting louder, the raw thrusts turning squelchy as he oozed enough to start making it slippery. The fox moaned, arching his back, thrusting into the rat's cock.

After that, there was little more to do but wait. Eventually, it ended.

With a groan, he thrust forward and flooded that hole, feeling all remaining resistance fading away. The fox moaned into the bed, slowly grinding back, that hole squeezing down and milking the rat of everything that he had to offer for that orgasm. The guard even tried to reach back with one hand to milk more from Anastus's sac, rubbing it gently.

He had no patience for that. He pulled out with a soft 'pop', sliding off the bed and dragging himself from the other male. No clothes, but that was no problem. Rats had never been allowed them.

"Get dressed," he muttered.

"Nnngh..."

"Get dressed," he growled, shaking his head. "Go and find the other rat. Lidochka. The female. Tell her that we have to talk."

"Mmmph...will...will tell..."

"And tell her...I understand."

For the first time, he did. Her rage, her ruthlessness: he finally got it, and almost felt the same. Almost.

The only thing that separated the two of them now was not that he had mercy and she did not. It was that he had the understanding that the limited acts of revenge that they could do right now wasn't enough. It would never be enough. They had to take it further, take it all the way to the top. It was no longer about keeping it from being a bloodbath for the kingdom; it was about making sure that this never happened again.

The two rats walked together in the garden, naked as they had been upon arrival and watched by two guards at each corner of the mansion's garden. Probably thinking that they would run and hide if they were unattended - as the foxes always expected rats to avoid duty, while always ensuring that the rats were the ones expected to do everything - the guards remained at each exit, and several watched from balconies, keeping an eye on them as they wandered by one of the garden walls.

Anastus shook his head as he walked at the side of the albino female, looking down at his feet. His asshole still ached, and his stomach turned at what he had done when he woke up. He wasn't sure if it was because he thought he had gone too far or because he thought he hadn't gone far enough.

Lidochka had been treated as badly, though she didn't seem to be as touched by it. Maybe it was experience, perhaps something else, but either way, she ignored the seed stains on her thighs and running down her rump. She walked slowly, her eyes just as downcast as his, though they glinted with the same rage.

"It happened to you, huh?" she whispered.

"Mm-hmm."

"You get it now. They can't...we can't let them just..."

"I get it, but we're doing it right. With as much pain as we can."

"Good...Good."

She nodded, though he wondered if she really understood what he had planned. Probably not, if she was agreeing with it.

"We need more if we're going to get to the king," he muttered as they walked around a bush. The guards would come soon, but that was fine. They just had to be quiet, lure in a couple at a time. "He doesn't trust us, does he?"

"No fox trusts us."

"But he knows something's off about our story. He wants the names of all our conspirators, wants to know what happened and how."

"So what? We lie."

"He'll check. We need to play for time. And for that, we need allies."

"...How many do we need to fuck?" she muttered.

"I don't like it either -"

"You don't have to take it to break them. You don't have to feel them in-fucking-side you."

He knew that, he did, but it was one thing to know and another thing to be reminded. Anastus shook his head, knowing that the guards would be coming soon.

"As many as we can. At least enough to get the guards turned to our side. His royal bodyguards, specifically. If we can do that..."

"...Then nobody will stop us from seeing him privately."

"And we can take him down."

It was the only way to stop it all. If they could get to him - and Anastus no longer felt wrong about breaking the king down, not with all that he had allowed, not with the monarch ordering his rape the night before - then the whole thing would be over. The kingdom would fall. The city would go back to what new order that he and the other rats had established. They would have something better.

They just had to fight quietly for a bit longer.

"I will hurt them," Lidochka said.

"Just don't mark them."

"No promises."

"No. Every promise," he hissed. "I get it -"

"You think you get it. You've only had it happen once. Let's see how you feel in a week...or a month..."

She looked away, and before he could say anything more, the guards arrived, one male, one the female that had let them into the governor's mansion when they first arrived. The male stepped forward, taking Lidochka by the tail and pulling her back. She yelped, growling, but managed to hold back from ripping his arms off. He muttered something about her fulfilling her duties, and - to Anastus's relief - she went along with him, silent as could be.

That left him with the armored vixen. She shook her head as she looked up at him, lowering her ceremonial spear until the tip hovered a scant inch from his nose.

"What were you doing, hiding?" she asked.

"Talking."

Flick. His nose flashed with heat and pain, and a split second later, a little line of red showed through the dark.

"Forgetting our place, are we? There is a title missing there..."

He bit back the immediate anger and the cowering fear that leaped up at the pain, managing to keep as neutral a gaze as he could without actually becoming rebellious. She looked at him with her head cocked to the side, her leather armor burned and etched with the symbol of the royal house. One of the greater bodyguards, then, and...

And he remembered how she had been rather familiar with the king. She was someone that had his ear, which could be useful.

He lowered his head slightly, wondering if the scents he was putting off would be enough to catch her nose and mind. He shifted slightly, allowing the wind blowing around the bush to catch him. Did it work? She flared her nostrils slightly, but that could just be the smell of other males on her offending her nose rather than anything useful.

The spear danced again, coming close to his muzzle.

"Well, rat? I'm waiting."

"...I was talking, Mistress."

"And what use do you have for that?"

"I was tired. I was talking to her -"

"Hmmph. I imagine that you were just thinking of breeding. Sleeping, eating, breeding, that's all that you creatures think of," she said, and just like that, the butt of her spear came up.

Anastus reacted without thinking, his hand getting in the way of the smooth wood coming right for his balls. He managed to block it, nudging it to the side, but the defiance was enough to shock the vixen. She went wide-eyed, only to lunge into him, grabbing him by the throat.

"Was that disobedience, rat?"

"Nnngh..."

"Were you trying to stop a rightful punishment?"

He was trying to keep his balls attached more than anything else, but he knew what was happening. She was angry, she wanted to lash out, and he was a convenient target.

But...he was also alone.

She and the other guard had been the only ones to come behind the bush to find them. The other guards were still further off, on balconies or at the other exits. Nobody else was watching.

And she was not as strong as she thought she was.

He grunted as he grabbed her by the wrist. At first, she just sneered at him, but the harder he squeezed, the more that her face twisted up in shock. Her eyes went wide, her mouth hung open as he pressed down, and then -

"NNGH - mmph!"

She lost her grip with a yelp. He smashed her mouth shut, holding it around the middle as he had done with the guard in the bed that morning, and then all but yanked her off her feet, dragging her down to her hands and knees in front of him. He thrust forward, his cock bumping her nose, then his balls.

"Breathe..."

She squirmed, trying to fight him, but he was bigger, stronger, and had more of a reason to keep hold than she had a reason to get away. He shifted his grip from her wrist to the back of her head, pinning her hand against her scalp as he shoved her down. Fingers wrapped around her muzzle forced her to breathe through her nose, and her nose was pinned against his sac, where all those musky scents that had held the others captive for a time could be found.

Breathe...breathe and fucking learn...

She stiffened at the first breath, then tried to pull back, but even that was just a weak imitation of the first time that she had fought against him. The vixen took another breath, and then another. By the fourth, she was barely staying upright.

That was enough. He pulled her to her feet, steadied her as she wobbled. He had a minute, maybe two. Shoving her spear back into her hand, he turned her around, whispering to her.

"Escort me to a bedroom. Slave quarters. Now."

She obeyed without a word, the two of them quick-marching through the garden and down the halls. It was almost too slow, even at a jog, because by the time they reached the slave quarters, she was coming out of it. The vixen rubbed her forehead, groaned, and he had to wrench the spear from her grip before she could point it at him.

"Nnngh! What - what did you do to me, you blasted rodent?!" she hissed.

"Not the least of what I plan to do."

"You'll be killed for this. I'll see to it myself."

"You think so?"

She threw a punch, and to his surprise, she managed to land a blow. Not a very good one, just against his left pec, and she winced as she pulled her hand back, but the fact that she was fast enough to hit him was a reminder that he wasn't completely invincible. Even now, she could have hurt him if she had used a knife rather than her hand.

Speaking of. He swept his tail around, knocking her off her feet and sending her to the ground. Kicking her knife from her belt, he swung his tail back and locked the door as he knelt over her, pinning her arms to the side and sitting on her chest. She grunted, trying to pull away, but there was nothing that she could do. Not against his bulk, not when he had her arms pinned, and sure as hell not when he had his cock flopped out across her chest.

"I used to feel guilty about doing this," he muttered.

"Nngh...you should, monster."

"You should. You made me."

"..."

"You made me, and you do this to all of us. You should feel guilty, but you don't."

"Why should we?"

"Because you aren't better than us...you're the same...and if you won't lift us up, then we'll pull you down."

She tried to bite at him, but the only thing that was close enough for that was his cock, and he had already pulled that out of reach of her muzzle. Making sure that she wasn't going to dislodge him, he gripped his dick at the base and started stroking. Long, fast strokes that ran from the bottom to the tip, soon milking out pre-cum that drizzled over her face. The vixen groaned, trying to keep her head turned to the side to avoid getting splattered, but as trapped as she was, there was no getting away from it.

He could see the little effects of the scent happening again. She was slowing down, her reactions no longer as quick. She groaned as he worked his cock against her cheek, then against her lips when she was no longer biting away. The first little mouthful of pre-cum was enough to wake her up for a second, but then she shivered, shaking her head.

"Stop...stop!" she hissed, her breath coming too shallow for her to shout. "Please...don't..."

It was the same thing that so many rats had said, the same thing that he would have once listened to and slowed down, at least, possibly even pulled away from. But what Cassia had damaged, last night's rape had shattered. Guilt could come later. For now, all that mattered was giving the lesson, and teaching her just what she had done to him and the others.

This time, at least, he kept it to hand work. He didn't force her mouth down on his cock, didn't even force her to lick it. All he did was slowly stroke over her face, the twitching at the tip of his cock showing just how close he was to cumming already. She could not turn away; he held her face to look up at him, her mouth slowly opening against her will as the scent and the potion running through his juices took control. She was gradually losing her will to resist, slowly falling under the effects of what he had to offer.

This was going to break one of the best guards that the King had on his payroll. She was going to be on their side, weakened, but still on their side. He would have to be more careful after this, ensure that there were no dead-brained sluts that he left behind, but this would negate a massive threat against them.

Stroke.

Stroke.

Stroke.

Each little stroke along his cock reminded him of the fact that this was a deliberate choice, that he could stop at any point, that he could have mercy. He forced himself to think of all the things that this woman had done already, how this was their way out as a species, that they were justified in revenge.

It was barely enough to keep him hard. He closed his eyes, tuning out the vixen under him, and just stroked that much harder. Self-abuse rather than satisfaction, but it was enough to get him over the edge.

He came, and as he did, he aimed his cock down. Each string of seed splattered against her face, with at least half of it going down her throat. She swallowed, not even thinking about the consequences, and he held her there, making her take it, take it all. Just as before, she stiffened, arching her back, shivering from head to toe as the potion carried in his seed passed through her.

That's it, he thought. You get it now...some part of you does...you know what you're becoming...

She spasmed, shivering and bucking more than once as some part of her fought back against it. Maybe it was the fact that he had given her a lower dose, or perhaps there was something to her willpower that kept her from fading as fast as the others that the rats had fucked. Whatever it was, when she went still, she still had some slight fire in her eyes when she looked up at him.

Anastus didn't get up. This was new. He didn't know if it was good, but it was new, and he didn't want to get punched, stabbed, or anything else by something that he didn't understand.

"Can you...are you still in there?" he muttered.

"...I hate you..."

That was a yes. A very big yes. But that didn't mean that she wasn't turned. He thought about it for a moment, then got ready to get up.

"When I move, you will turn over, spread your cheeks, and show off."

"..."

"Now."

He stood up, half-expecting her to lunge for the spear and ready to stop her if she did. If she got it, she'd take him down, he had little doubt of that. She wouldn't be too cocky this time around.

But she didn't. Instead, she held position for another second, then another, and then slowly rolled over onto her stomach. Her hands moved with shaky determination to her ass, pulling her armor down, then her underthings, showing off her untouched holes. She panted softly, some need clearly dripping down from one of her openings, but she did nothing to stop him from staring. Her tail was up and off to the side, and she waited, not even shouting for the other guards.

It can be done...partially.

It was dangerous to leave her like this, he knew that. It was far more dangerous to leave her able to think than it was to take care of her completely. Yet, at the same time, there was something...something about it that soothed his conscience a bit.

Is it better to take a slave and make them so stupid that they forget what they were, or better to leave them aware of their helplessness?

It was a hard question to answer, and one that he didn't want to think about. Both felt like they led down a road that nobody should follow, and both of them had their ways of helping out the cause that he had.

Shaking his head, Anastus muttered for the vixen to get up. She did, after a moment, slowly getting off the ground and standing up before him. Bottomless, eyes half-dead, shivering under that veneer of calm.

"You're not the King's anymore. You're mine," the rat said, hardly believing the words that were coming out of his mouth. "And you're going to help me take him down."

"...If you...say so," she muttered.

"What's your name?"

"Aeliana."

"Aeliana. Well...For now, you're going to start sending more guards to my quarters. We're going to convert the King's bodyguards one soldier at a time, and then, we're going to convert the King himself."

The End

Summary: Anastus gives in to a great deal of anger and starts converting different foxes.

Tags: M/M, M/F, Rape, Non-Con, Non-Con to Con, Corruption, Mind Control, Rat, Vixen, Fox, Plotting, Orgasm, Creampie, Anal, Facial, Masturbation,