Torres pushed on the ancient door, the bronze metal green with the patina of age. No one had been down here for a long, long time. From the light of his spelunking helmet, the explorer could see the small cramped hallway give way to a vast room, its reaches drinking up his light so he could not see past a stone’s throw. “It’s…it’s huge.” He murmured to himself. The boy dusted off his kaki jacket, looking back to the dimly lit hallway he came through. He had left small chemiluminescent torches along his way to the ancient temple. The light they cast gave the passage an unnatural and eerie green glow, small globes of green reaching all the way back farther than he could see. He knew if he followed them, they would lead him back to the cave he had started his underground journey at…but this, could this be what he had been searching for? All those months in the jungle, the bug nets, boiling water…everything hardship fell away in front of a find like this. “Hello?!” He called out to the darkness, feeling giddy and wondering just how far the darkness reached. His voice never echoed, the darkness seeming to shallow it up just like the light of his head lamp.

Torres proceeded forward carefully— slow steps, each footfall carefully inspected. He thread upon old stone, nothing like what had been around in the jungle or cave. Its surface was smooth and each one fit together tightly at odd angles. The adventurer marveled as such craftsmanship, a relic from a bygone age. At about fifty meters into the room, Torres found water. His eyes scanned over the poor of dark liquid, almost looking black despite his torch. “Must be deep.” He murmured to himself. The explorer unslung the pack from his back, taking out a rod like object and bending it in a sharp motion before shaking. The rod began to emit a brilliant green glow, lighting his visage so that he appeared alien. He gave the stick a short toss into the water to see how deep the dark pool went…and to his surprise, it splashed and sank to a depth of about mid shin. “Huh…” He murmured, the pool’s dark reaches scattered with the green glow of his chemiluminescent torch. He pull another from his back, throwing it out farther. Torres eyebrows raised in disbelief as it too landed in water that wouldn’t even threaten his knee’s with its depth.  “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Torres murmured. In the far off reaches of the green light, he could see an island with some eldritch alter upon it.

Torres didn’t entirely trust the water…but he had to see what was out there. Maybe a clue to who built this place and all those pylons lying in ruin throughout the jungle, but first things first. Torres opened his pack and started to pull various items out to make camp. The stone floor was hard but level, the boy unrolled his sleeping pack out before setting up a small camp stove. With a few strikes from his lighter, he managed to get the burner going. “Good, good.” He murmured to himself. He turned and studied the lake from the comfort of his bed roll, taking out a tin cup when his curiosity finally got the better of him. The boy got up and walked to the edge of the pool, dipping his vessel in to fill it. He gave the cup a sniff. It smelled a little odd, like iron. Torres face screwed up in thought before he brought it to the stove. He set it on the burner, waiting patiently for it to boil for a bit before taking it off. The cup steamed on stone floor, cooling as the adventuring surveyed his surroundings, of what little there he could. He took off his helmet for a moment, running his hand through his silver curls, those iconic ringlets all his countrymen shared, marking him as an Auxonian. His eyes were red, set above a little upturned nose on a rather childish face. His garb was that of an Auxonian field researcher, kaki jacket and shorts with large brown leather boots. A white sleeveless undershirt, trunks, and long knee socks were worn beneath. Torres kicked his boots on the pavement, waiting for the water too cool to the point where he could study it. He took out a strip of paper from a container in his pack, dipping it in and observed the change in color of the parchment. “Neutral.” He mused to himself, sniffing the water again. It smelt like something out of an old well…but well water was drinkable... He dabbed a finger in and waited…nothing. Then he put some to his lips, not imbibing, and waited…nothing. Finally he drank some, it tasted like water from a rusty old can…but nothing happened. “Mmm, safe enough.” He murmured, eyes looking back to the alter. “And it looks like I can just wade right out to it.” 

Torres took off his boots and socks, laying them next to the extinguished stove. The explorer stretched a little, building up his courage or maybe letting his curiosity reach peak levels. He was bit short, all Auxonians seemed to be compared to their neighboring nations’ citizens. His body with lean with wiry muscle from time spent in the field. Sweat made his undershirt cling to his smooth abs, displaying the defined musculature beneath. Well-turned calves once hidden by his high socks glistened against the pale light cast from rods in the pool. A curious trait was his hereditary lack of body hair, another characteristic of his countrymen. “Oh well, for Auxonia~” He mused and dipped a bare foot in the pool. It was cold. Very cold. Torres shivered a little and stepped the rest of the way in, rubbing his arms as he made his way to the first rod and then the second. He took another glow stick from his pack, breaking the chamber inside, shaking, and tossed it in a high arch to the island in the distance.

By the rod’s light, Torres could see the island wasn’t very large… more water stretched farther its far shore further than he could see. A great stone mural set around an altar was the main feature of the little stone island. Steps lead out of the pool up towards it. The explorer grinned to himself, making his way up to those steps and, with a thankful thought to the gods, out of that icy water. The island was bare save for the polished rock mural curving around an ornate square stone table…and on the table, a dark carving. The little statue drank in the light from Torres head lamp, only giving off the weakest of luster with the stingy way it reflected the light of his lamp, but it was enough for the adventurer to make out its finely carved shape. The piece seemed to be made out of something like onyx or obsidian, little over Torres’ forearm in height and about half as much in its base. It looked like a goddess, flowing robes cascading over her otherwise nude form. Torres noticed it had the head and tail of a rat though. “Odd.” He murmured, recanting that some believed in gods shaped like animals, but usually great lions or hawks or some other beast. Something as miniscule as a rat didn’t really strike fear or awe in the eyes of a believer… Torres shrugs and reached out his hand. The statue was cold like the water, almost feeling metallic in his hands. “Amazing~” He murmured to himself in awe, picking it up. The statue was dense…not the most easy thing to carry back to his camp in the jungle, but the explorer was beside himself with glee at the find. He turned it over in his hand, running his finger down the rat-like tail, tapping its end with his finger tip. “Ah!” he exclaimed sharply as he pricked himself, the point sharp enough to draw blood. A bead of crimson well up on his finger.

Torres sucked on his finger, wading back out into the cool water. The explorer popped the finger out of his mouth, stared at it to make sure it wasn’t bleeding anymore. To test his luck, he even pinched it…causing crimson to well up once more until it dripped into the pool. He made is about halfway across when he heard something. All this time, in such a large room, he realized there wasn’t a sound besides himself…until now. A splashing sound repeated itself, Torres looking around, wondering if water wasn’t dripping from some unseen roof…but he didn’t want to stay and find out. He began to move quicker towards his makeshift camp. Something wrapped itself around his ankle…something strong and wet and unseen. Torres cried out and flew forward in the icy grip of whatever it was. Pain shot through the boy’s knee’s as he hit the stone bottom with a spalsh, the icy water only cushioning his fall slightly. Luckily, the cold temperature numbed the pain, but there was sure to be a nice set of bruises later. He panicked, struggling only to find his leg still ensnared. Looking back revealed nothing, nothing around him at all. He looked down and thought he could feel some icy cold rope around his leg, squirming, but he couldn’t see a thing. Before he could yell out, he was pulled down into the shallow water, his arms bracing himself up to keep from drowning in the comically small depths. Something had ahold of him…something unseen.  An icy tentacle formed from the pools essence and crept up Torres leg, sliding along his thigh and up his shorts. His testicles pulled close to his body as the cold encircled him, wriggling its way beneath his trunks. “H-help!” Torres yelled out futilely, the cool tendril sliding between his firm rump. It wiggled between his cheeks probing his ring. The boy fought frantically as the water tentacle pushed, softly at first but growing more forceful, like it was exploring Torres’ body. The tendril stop, Torres breathing a little sigh of relief, thinking he was safe for a moment before it forced its way in his virgin rear. He cried out in pain, the icy appendage crawling inside him in a most unpleasant way. 

Torres struggled, gasping as the cold sapped his strength, making him feel numb all over. With adrenaline fueled strength, he began to crawl in the pool, the best he could do as the water wouldn’t let him stand. All the while, the feeling of the tentacle penetrating him follow, pushing against the warm walls of his bowels. He dare to look back, seeing nothing in the water but his glow rod. He could see the edge of the pool not far off, if he could only…Torres was pulled flat off his hands and knee, icy fluid rushing into his mouth and nose as he splashed down. He sputtered the water from his mouth, feeling something larger push against his rear. His pucker began to stretch out more, larger than when it was just the little water worm in there. The adventurer flailed, the water letting him move just a bit as it had its way with him. With great effort, he managed to get himself on this hands and knees again, moving with every muscle in his body tensed. He looked down between his legs and saw something new…something terrible. Little orbs of dark purple light had appeared in the water, closing in on him. He saw one was on his leg, moving up it with ease. He watched it slip under the hem of his shorts with eyes wide open, that sensation forcing itself way inside him making sense horrible sense. Torres grit his teeth and forced his pucker tight as he could to keep it from slipping in, pulling himself to the edge. He had to make it. The tentacle undulated in his rear, pushing against his prostate and causing the boy to react in a most embarrassing fashion. His cock, not really erect in the cold, dribbled out seed. His surprise orgasm caused the boy to groan and momentarily lose concentration. It was all the orb needed, it forced his ring open as it squeezed inside like some alien egg burrowing its way in and ruining the poor boy’s anus. He cried out, openly sobbing now into the pool. Another orb pushed in and another. By the time Torres made it to the shore, he had half a dozen purple orbs filling his bowels. As his hands touch dry stone, he could feel the water tendril relent, letting the boy pull himself from the water. The tentacle slipped out of Torres as he did from the pool. Sobbing still, he pulled himself toward his camp on hands and knees, his strength spent. He felt woozy. Unbeknownst to Torres the orbs had begun to dissolve and suffuse into him, sapping his energy as they worked their dark magic. The boy reeled, slipping out of his wet clothes so that he wouldn’t freeze and labored his way towards his bed roll. “S-so cold.” He chittered, his teeth clicking together and he wrapped himself up. His eye closed and the world went black.

The intruder had made it out of the sacred pool with the dark holy one. On silent paws, the little rodents scurried closer, their eyes seeing perfectly in the dark. They were quite diminutive compared to the stranger, their height only coming up to the defiler’s waist, but what they lacked in stature they more than made up for in numbers. Even though their robes drug against the floor, no sound was audile as the hooded figures neared and then encircled the sleeping Torres. One of the pack looks from side to side at the others before lowering his cowl. A dark furry snout and whiskers appeared from the darkness of the hood followed by the rest of the rat’s visage. He looked grim, pointing down to Torres’ sleeping form in the bed roll. The boy’s rest was fitful; he tossed and turned in the sleeping bag, brow drenched with sweat so that silver locks clung to his tanned skin. Beneath the confines of his sleeping roll, changes were happening. The lead rat address his followers with motions of his hand rather than speech, a second rat drew a dagger and closed in on Torres. Just before she could strike the killing blow, the leader’s black eyes went wide. His hand grasped the assailant’s paw and held her from her mark. He pointed to the silver fur that had begun to creep across the intruder’s cheeks and purple that had suffused into his lips. The lead rat nodded to the others who nodded back, each then taking a position around Torres. They bent down and, with nimble little fingers, quickly worked out how to open the roll and expose the intruder.

Torres lay on his back squirming in the cool temple air, his naked body slick with sweat. The purple hue was not merely relegated to his lips. Other fleshy parts normally pink in color had taken up the alien pigment, his nipples, the tips of his fingers and ears, even his flaccid cock head now shared the violet coloration. Black oozed from the boy’s soft cock as he shifted and moaned. More patches of silver fur showed in the glow of Torres’ camp lights. The lead rat nodded to the dagger wielding follower again, the acolyte hesitating for the briefest moment before lowering her cowl as well. She stood up and let the black robe fall from herself, her lithe little form covered only barely. Her small breasts were wrapped with a bandage, giving her the appearance of a flat chest while a grey loin cloth ran down from her flat toned tummy. She looked rather boyish, short hair in a small crest atop her head, muscles running along her arms and short digitigrade legs. Her black fur and eyes looked much like that of her leader’s. The head rat nodded to the others who began to disrobe as well, most of the pack consisting of males save for the boyish girl and a slim, toneless waif. The leader pointed down towards the intruder’s pelvis and the female rat bent down once more.

She grasp Torres darkly oozing soft cock with a small paw, her pads feeling a bit rough against the soft skin of the boy’s member. The boy’s black emissions were slick enough to help her along though as she began to fondle him, but making the boy erect was a bit difficult. He tossed and turned, flailing a little as he was touched. The lead ratting pointed to Torres’ arms and legs which his follows proceeded to kneel on and secure dutifully. The boyish mouse grew frustrated, a frown turning on her muzzle as she bent her snout down to Torres’ loins and began to suckle on the flaccid cock. The boy groaned, the rat could feel him swelling inside her mouth, black ooze coating her tongue and running down her throat. Every so often, the others could see her struggle to swallow. The lewd wet sounds of act were the first things audible besides the stranger’s fits. The rat sucking the boy to a throbbing erection. She pulled back, but not before playing and suckling strongly at Torres’ head, her little tongue running around his odd mushroom shaped tip. She sucked on it with aching force, the boy groaning from the depths of unconsciousness as his head swelled larger. It pulsed with aching sensitivity. When the rat finally pulled off his cock with a pop, the sudden loss of suction making an utterly vulgar sound, Torres member was twitching pervertedly. The boyish rat gave her maw a wipe with the back of her hand, black slime smudging her lips as more oozed from from Torres’ cock. She gave the intruder a doubtful look and then eyed her master. His stern gaze caused the rat’s ears to wilt against hir head, shoulders slumping as she accepted her fate, less than enthused. The purple in Torres lips had darkened, making the boy look like he was wearing some odd lipstick. His penis was dark with the odd coloration as well, black slime continuing to ooze from his blood swollen head and down his throbbing shaft. His ears had begun to grow pointy as well, feet growing longer while his soles thickened into purple pads. The boyish rat slung her leg over Torres belly, straddling him. She looked at his odd face before placing a hand on his partially furred abdomen, her other hand pulled her loin cloth aside. 

The girl’s sex was outrageously puffy with need. She blushed crimson though none could see what happened beneath the dark fur of her face. Sucking off the stranger’s purple cock had somehow caused her body to react in a most animalistic way, the black slime most likely the culprit. She looked down in shame, a trickle of feminine honey running down her inner thigh from her massively swollen lips. She grabbed the cock with one hand, using her other to steady herself by bracing against the boy’s abdomen. Torres was changing quicker now, silver fur spreading over his body. His face changed, pushing out into a vague snout. His ears became pointed, a slender tail sliding out from beneath him. The rat brought her hips forward, lowering her swollen cunny to the unconscious boy’s rounded head. Gritting her teeth, the small rodent sank down on Torres cock, the boy groaning as he slipped inside her tight hot pussy while the rat mouthed a soundless squeak. Down and down she went until the relatively large cock was filling her completely, her lips resting against the base of Torre’s root. The boyish rat then began to roll her hips, grinding the cock inside herself. Her face of concentration slowly changed, taking on instinctual lust. Her mouth opened, tongue lulling out as the foreign cock stirred her needy insides, swollen lips rubbing against a patch of the stranger’s still smooth skin, smearing him with her fragrant honey. Torres trashing about had calmed into a moaning wet dream, the boy slightly bucking his hips back and up into the small rodent. Her hands found her erect clit, rubbing while the other pulled at the wrappings on her chest. She tore them away while the other’s watch, the waif trying to advert her eyes but a paw on her shoulder made sure she paid attention. The boyish rat offered no sound save for lewd wet noises of sex, her paw kneading at small breast, tweaking her hardened black nipples. Her needy cunny grew tighter and tighter around Torre’s aching member, her walls churning around his cock, causing him to ooze more and more black ooze up inside her. His head smeared it against the entrance to her womb, the dark substance working its magic on the girl’s ovaries. It was more than the unconscious boy could handle, his body reacting to the feeling of the girl’s tight cunny in a most reflexive way. He shot his hot black load deep inside the little rat, her eyes going wide from the sensation of being cum inside of. Black poured into her womb, his unnatural emissions pumping up into her fertile uterus as that rounded head nestled against her cervix. The girl’s body jerked and shook, her little cunny clenching and spasming around the cock rhythmically as she came. Torres orgasm was long and intense, his balls pulling up as he inseminated the girl…before suddenly disappearing into his abdomen. The loose flesh of his scrotum grew swollen and purple, the crease separating where his testicles once where pulling deeper into a furrow. Slowly his body began to change, a cunny of his own developing while black ooze leaked from between his and the rat’s intermingled sexes. He seemed to pour all his masculinity into her, the boyish rat’s smaller body convulsing with soundless lust atop him. As his unconscious orgasm began to subside, the boyish rat giving mute pants, Torres cock slowly throbbed less and less, softening. It slipped from the rat’s cunny, a trickle of black following it ran down onto his tummy. The freshly fucked rodent toppled over, clutching her belly and rolling beside the boy, her thighs drenched with the dark residue of their coitus. The purple cock grew smaller, shriveling up into his new folds to become a clit. Torres new cunny was already drooling, his body now like a larger version of the rodent’s surrounding him. Purple skin and silver fur clashed with his assailant’s darker features. 

A look between pain and horror painted the boyish rat’s face as her body changed as well. Her belly began to bulge. First it looked like she just had too much to eat, a slight swell in her lower tum that she rub and cradled. But the swell grew, ballooning outward. Whatever was in that black substance had caused her to go into heat after suckling on Torres, her ovaries squeezing out a cloud of fertile eggs while her body pushed her to breed. Her cunny continued to spasm in orgasm, black seed oozing out of the freshly inseminated rat’s puffy folds. It had already done its job and then some…all those little eggs had been claimed by otherworldly forces, fertilized only to be implanted into her womb. The new mother’s belly bulged outward lewdly, her small breasts swelling with dark milk. She arched her back against Torres’ side, her distended pregnant stomach displayed even more, while the other’s still held the transformed boy’s arms and legs. As Torres’ slept, his cunny drooling darkly, the lead rat let his robes fall. His red pointed cock was hard, a slender crimson taper extending from his black furred sheath, dripping with white pre already.

The leader nodded to his followers, the rats doubling in the grasp on Torres’ rodent limps. As the boyish rat underwent an unearthly quick pregnancy beside him, the older rat grasp and stroked his cock. He seemed to eye her up for a moment before turning his attentions back to Torres, kneeling down to his spread open form. He made no move to bother with niceties, aiming his pointed red head up against the boy’s new feminine sex. Torres shivered, but only for a moment. A moment was all he had before the touch of the older rat’s cock turned to penetration. The boy cringed and screamed, lurching from his unconscious depths as his virginity was taken. Blood mixed with black honey as he looked around wide eyed, not sure what was happening…was this still a dream?! He couldn’t believe what he saw, fur covered his skin, he was subdued by little rodent people all around him…and…he had a pussy? The rat thrust forward again, clearing the fog of confusion as pain lanced up through his sensitive new cunny. “U-uuugh” Torres winced trying to pull his hands free. He could feel his tight inner walls stretch for rat’s invading member, yielding stubbornly with a not-so-dull ache. “No, stop!” He moaned, the rat starting to pump faster into the deflowered boy’s pussy. Tears ran down Torres cheeks as he struggled but the rats kept him spread open for their leader. He could feel the boyish girl’s softly furred rump rubbed up against his side, looking over to see her enormous belly. The boy tensed up at the sight, making the rat try even harder to fuck him. He grasp Torres’ hips, slamming his crimson taper home inside the boy as his black honey ran down between his legs. The explorer was only vaguely aware of the extent his body had changed, the black residue he now produced completely alien to his former morphology. But the old Torres was gone, a slim rodent boy in his place with a freshly deflowered purple cunny in place of his pink cock. “Stoooop, why are you doing this?” Torres pleaded, tears running down his cheeks. He was confused, sore, and…horny? The feeling between his legs has slowly shifted from one of sharp pain to a dull ache to unfamiliar pleasure. He squirmed, trying to clench his muscles together to make it harder for the rat, but the leader just pushed harder into his cunny, making the feeling that much more intense. Torres’ sobs were interrupted by a lewd little moan. 

Though he didn’t know it, the rat’s virile pre and forced mating was causing the boy’s body to react in unknown and vulgar ways. His lower tummy tingled, warming as the rat’s slim head kissed his cervix. The tingling grew pleasantly hot as he began to ovulate. When Torres’ testicles receded into his body, they had been reformed into ovaries, swelling larger and larger with a plethora of fertile eggs. Now, triggered by the stimulation of mating, they began to squeeze out their stores of gametes in a storm of purple ova, making Torres quite the fertile myrtle. The boy groaned louder, his midsection cramping for a moment as his reproductive system prepared itself for the impending insemination. His small nipples were hard as rock, little dark purple stones with black fluid dotting their tips as he began to weep dark milk from his flat chest. “W-why?” Torres asked himself as much as his captors, the rats continued their policy of never uttering a sound. There was a look of stoic concentration on the lead rats’ face as he bred Torres, never looking at the waif but directing her over with a gesture of his paw. She reluctantly left the company of her pregnant friend, the not-so-boyish now rat feebly reaching out a paw to stop her before it shot back to her tummy with the advent of a strong kick. She stroked her belly, her midsection churning with anxious life. The waif took her directed place next to Torres before bending her muzzle down to the explorer’s mound. He could feel her warm breath on his short fur, the sensation of her hand on his thigh. The leader nodded. Torres’ eyes when wide, a lewd moan was pulled out of his throat, the temple devouring the sound as the waif took his clit into her maw. She suckled dutifully at the purple nub, his button growing a little larger as it swelled with pleasure. The boy’s folds tightened on their own, his hip bucked instinctively up into the lead rat’s hips and waif’s face. The feeling was so strong, so overwhelming…he needed to cum. His black honey oozed all over as he ground his nethers into the rodents, cunny twitching as he was almost at his peak. His womb descended, the mouth of his uterus nuzzling the tapered crimson head of the rat.

 The leader grabbed Torres furry hips, pulling the boy’s rolling pelvis into his as his red taper buried itself deep. The explorer’s transformed body yarned for this moment, every nerve in his body screaming for it, his brain squeezing out dopamine in reward for behaving like a good little slut. The rat’s tip embraced the entrance to his new fertile womb, grinding against the boy’s cervix as he gave a few deep, sharp thrust before he came. The rat’s stoic look became stained, his eyes wincing close as his testicles bobbed. A torrent of virile rat spunk erupted inside Torres, his mind going blank with lust as he came…hard. The boy’s cunny clench and milked the rat’s twitching member, his clit throbbing in the waif’s mouth as alabaster seed poured mixed with dark honey pour out from his abused hole. He could feel the molten seed, so warm after his time in the pool, fill him. The rat raised Torres hip so that his seed could pool against his uterus, draining into his womb rather than spill on the temple floor. The other rats helped to keep the boy’s ass elevated. Torres shuddered and moaned. The warm sensation of spunk filling his lower tummy, warming him from the inside out, was wonderful. He tried to speak but all that came out were unintelligible moans and splutters.

The rats held him in that strange position for a while, long after the leader had pulled out, his crimson taper receding into his dark furred sheath. The waif licked his abused and messy folds clean of honey and seed, but left his freshly fucked hole be. Only when Torres would clench and overflow with cum would she busy herself tidying the boy up. The explorer groaned, his orgasm having subsided leading him feeling soiled, used, and sore. “P-please. Let me go. Take the statue back and just let me go—.” The boy’s pleading was cut off by the first made by anyone other than Torres. A guttural squeak eked out of the boyish rat’s mouth as she writhed against the freshly inseminated boy, her fecund form no longer resembling the athletic looking rat who had ridden the restrained adventurer. The other rat’s immediately shot their attention towards her, the worrisome and grim looking waif had faltered in her duties as she stared at the pregnant rat, letting the boy’s creampie run over and down his ass, slipping between his cheeks. He could feel the warm mixture of seed and honey slide across his aching pucker. Torres winced, his belly suddenly cramping, an odd warm, full feeling filling his lower tummy. His belly tingled. Suddenly there was a sensation of wetness against his thigh as the girl’s water broke, the boyish rat panting as she went into labor. “What is this? What’s going on?” Torres moaned, craning his head up to look down at his belly. He could see he had a slight tum, his own growing baby bump. As the pregnant rat lay next to him, she grabbed hold of his leg fur. She held on tightly, spreading her legs as her pussy distended. Black fluid flowed from her laboring cunny, her folds parting as a silver furred head crowned, two little rodent ears topping its head. The reality of the situation stuck home. “This can’t be happening... I can’t be pregnant, I’m a boy!” Torres bemoaned his captors, wanting to rub his aching belly as his skin stretched. All he could do was watch his pregnant tummy grow, his flat chest swelling to motherly milk filled breasts. The rodent beside him matched his lurid sounds, trembling as she pushed. Her pussy gaping wide as a rodent head pushed out into the world.

 By the time the boyish rat’s first slipped into the hands of the lead rodent, it’s small body wet with black liquid, the boy could feel the kicking of his own growing litter. “No, no, no…” Torres murmured frantically. He felt like he was about to pop, the skin of his midsection stretched to hold the enormity that was his pup filled womb. So full of life. The waif rubbed his tummy, working to sooth the aching. Just when he didn’t think he could take anymore, another cramp shot through his body. His rounded belly heaved, clenching with the advent of his own set of contractions. Torres water broke. Black fluid erupted from his cunny, over flowing and running down his ass and belly with the rest of the rat’s white seed. It cascaded down from his raised ass. Seemingly satisfied, the rats lowered Torres’ rear to the ground where he struggling in their grasp. “A-ahhnnn!” Torres screamed as he could feel the small body stretch out his cervix, his womb contracting and pushing the pup into his birth canal. It stretched and pushed out his vaginal walls, his muscles squeezing to force it down and out into the world. He could feel his pussy bulge outward as its head pushed against his opening, tears running down his cheeks from the pain…and yet it was oh-so-pleasurable too. Torres realized as much as his contractions where pushing the body…his cunny was also spasming from an earth shattering orgasm. The boy’s quivering legs pulsed with each jolt of pleasure, vagina distending as the first of many pups began to crown. His pussy pushed open slowly with the child’s blunt head until it reached the point where the small form slide from his body in a gush of fluid, leaving Torres’ pussy gaping and contracting lewdly around nothing. However, it didn’t take long before another pup was making its way out of his uterus.

Torres lost count at the fifth pup, his mind a haze of pain and pleasure. The boyish rat beside him shared his same look. It was no longer necessary to restrain him, the group of rodents now literally having their hands full. Each rat had a tiny silver or black pup in their hands, swaddled in their robes. They peered out into the world with large black eyes, silent as the others. The only noises came from the mewling Torres and his pregnant companion. By the time the two were done, the boy had no energy left. His eyelids heavy, he could feel his consciousness leave him, the world going as dark as the rest of the cave.