Twig's nose twitched and he hesitated. The mouse was familar with these woods, but something felt strange. The birds above were silent, and the overcast sky felt ominous. Twig's beady blue eyes shifted from tree to tree. He placed his paw carefully on the tree next to him as he listened. The Guosim shrews never went through this particular spot in the woods, but Twig knew them to be superstitious - something the mouse had grown out of after leaving them to strike out on his own. But this was making him reconsider. 
	His cautious steps across the leaf litter were dotted with pauses to sniff the fall air. He darted from tree trunk to tree trunk, carefully making his way through the dappled forest towards a stream at the other end. As he crossed the threshhold from forest to stream, the mouse breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his hood and knelt by the stream, splashing water onto his face and washing diligently with his little paws. He lapped at the clean, crisp water and poofed up a bit, happy to hav found a spot to relax. He disrobed, placing his clothes on a nearby rock before stepping into the cool water. He shivered, whiskers trembling, but smiled and let out a soft happy squeak. The mouse was unaware of eyes upon him - lost in his newfound joy at finding such a perfect spot, the young mouse archer was busy splashing and aggressively bathing in the stream.

	Twig finished up bathing and dove under the water of the stream, surfacing again with a gasp near the shore. He found himself looking at a pair of paws next to another set of paws. His head slowly lifted until he was looking, face to face with two evil beasts - a mangy rat holding a sheathed scimitar, and a dark reddish furred weasel with a bent tail. Before Twig could even process what he was looking at, the weasel grabbed him roughly by the ears while the rat grabbed him by the arm, yanking him so suddenly from the stream he could only let out an alarmed squeak of terror.
"Right, that's a little one, eh?" The rat said with a gritty laugh. 
"Aye, aye," the weasel cackled. "Smaller than a sparrow! Lookit his little hands!"
"P-please," Twig squeaked in distress. "Won't harm nobeast, lemme go!"
"Saying that with your bow over there!" The rat exclaimed. "Harm nobeast my arse." The weasel spat at the ground, shaking his head with a laugh. The two dragged him up the bank while he flailed and squeaked desperately. The weasel got annoyed at his squeaking and took a length of leather strip from his satchel, wrapping it tightly around the mouse's snout to muffle his terrified squeaking. 
"Ah, much better! Can't stand that sound," said the weasel as the two fished out more bits of rope and leather to string up Twig. 
	Twig was pushed to the ground, arms tied behind his back and ankles bound. His muffled squeaks only grew more frantic as the rat and weasel slowly circled him, licking their chops, slowly turning Twig over with their clawed feet. 
"Well ain't a girl like you thought, Benttail," said the rat. "But it's awfully cute."
"Heh," Benttail the weasel chuckled, "Very, very cute. Look 'ow small it is too.." Benttail pressed a claw to Twig's tiny, flaccid penis and surprisingly large balls.
"Whaddya think, Mange?" the weasel asked, scratching his scraggly beard. "We killin him, or?"
"Naw, naw," Mange the rat shook his head aggressively. "He's too pretty to waste, eh?" The beasts chuckled and began to undress, making Twig's eyes widen in fear, his squeaking turning to muffled screams beneath the leather strap. 

	Benttail gestured an "after you" to Mange, while sharply kicking Twig in the chest, making the mouse curl up and whine. Benttail then grabbed Twig roughly and pulled him onto his stomach, leaving him tail-up to Mange, who was licking his lips and grinning as he knelt behind the mouse. He grabbed Twig's tail to keep it still before roughly spreading his ass with his other paw. 
"Oi, lookit that... Nice n' pink, eh?" Mange shoved his snout against Twig's virgin ass, making the mouse shudder as he felt the rat's tongue violate him. Twig managed to look up enough to see Benttail slowly stroking his long, red cock while he watched. 
"Thaaaat's it," Benttail said with a grin. "Get 'im nice n warmed up, eh?" Benttail's balls bounced as he stroked his cock, which was making Twig feel especially nauseous on top of the feeling of his insides being licked by a slick rat tongue. 
"Mmph, that's fuckin delicious..." said Mange as he pulled away, smacking his lips. "Think he's ready?"
"Naw," said Benttail with a chuckle. "Shove it in."
	Mange's thick cock pressed against Twig's unwilling hole, precum oozing and dripping down Twig's taint and balls. The poor mouse found himself wishing he had stayed with the Guosim just a bit longer - but that was the last thought he had before he suddenly felt as if he were split open from behind. He screamed hard against the leather strap around his muzzle.
"Aww, wow..." Mange sank into him deep and hard, grunting loudly as his massive balls rested against the mouse. "That's damn tight. Think this one might squeeze my dick clean off, eh?" Benttail jerked off faster, pre dripping onto Twig's terrified face. 
"Damn, he's fuckin wrapped around your cock nice n snug, huh..." Benttail's voice grew deeper as he watched the show, fondling his balls in addition to stroking his cock. Twig whined softly in pain as Mange fucked him raw, slowly shoving it in as deep as possible before pulling out, only to force it in again, over and over. Twig's small body trembled and shivered, his paws kicking out unconsciously as the rat's fat cock made it feel like he was being torn open. 
"Ha...lookit, Mange," Benttail growled. "His cock's hard."
"Oh?" Mange asked with a grunt. "Yeah, lookit that. He fuckin loves it, huh." Mange chuckled and started moving his hips faster and rougher, causing Twig to squeak and grimace to the rythmn of his hips. Mange's balls slapped against his ass loudly as he fucked faster and faster, before suddenly pulling his cock out with a loud groan and cumming across Twig's back, ass, and thighs as he milked his cock for the last few seconds. 
"Fuckin..." Mange moaned before shoving it suddenly back in, making Twig's back arch. Benttail's claws dug into Twig's face as Mange slowly rocked his hips against Twig, the last of his warm and plentiful cum filling Twig's wrecked ass. 
"Mmmf," Mange muttered, his balls tightening up as best as the massive orbs could. "Yessir. That's it." He slowly exhaled before moving away, his cock still dripping across the mouse as he shakily stood up. He sharply slapped Twig's ass, making the mouse squeak loudly beneath Benttail's clawed foot. 
"Yer turn," Mange said with a chuckle. As the two changed positions, the weasel grabbed Twig's thighs with his claws, streaking them across his flesh and drawing blood as he growled.
"Finally," Benttail muttered. "Be a good little mousey and fuckin take it." Twig squeaked and squirmed desperately as Benttail leaned over him and sank his teeth into the back of Twig's neck and shoved his thin, long cock inside of the mouse. Benttail was much rougher and more violent than Mange, eagerly mounting and breeding him as if he were a female weasel in heat. Mange reached down and pulled off the leather strap around his snout with a flick of the claw, immediately filling the clearing with the desperate sobbing and squeaking of the little mouse.
"Yeah, listen to him fuckin' sing," Mange said enthusiastically as Benttail violently bred him. 
"Fuckin. Take. Grr..." Benttail's cock probed so deeply inside Twig he was scared it might completely tear open his stomach, especially with how roughly he was doing it.
"Please!" Twig screamed out. "Please, it hurts..."
"Good," growled Benttail, letting go of his neck and grabbing the back of his head. He shoved Twig's head into the grass, panting hard and letting out a final, viscious snarl as he emptied his balls into what felt like Twig's stomach. His stomach felt heavy with liquid from the two already, and as Benttail continued panting, cock twitching inside, he groaned softly - and more warm liquid felt like it was pooling inside him.
"Ha! Lookit him take all that piss! Right latrine he is," Mange said with a chuckle. Benttail's hot breath continued to warm the back of Twig's neck as he let everything out inside the mouse. Twig could only whimper as he felt it filling him. Mange held his thick, flaccid cock and pointed it at Twig's face - and Twig only barely closed his eyes in time before warm piss splashed over his face and neck too.
"Don't piss on me too, you fuckin idiot," Benttail growled. 
"Well if ya don't want it then get off the damn latrine, eh?" Mange laughed loudly as he finished emptying his bladder on Twig.

	Twig laid, panting, on the ground as the two foul beasts got dressed once more, laughing and elbowing each other over their good fortune.
"Alright, cute stuff," Mange grunted, grabbing him by the wrists bound behind Twig's back. "Bout time we show you to the rest of the clan, eh?"
"Oh, right!" Said Benttail with a joyful chittering. "The warlord oughtta be pleased with our treasure, eh?" Benttail grabbed Twig's bound ankles and grinned. 
"Well, if they can even use em."
"Aye, might've ruined him for good, eh?"
"Ha," said Benttail, as they carried the mouse deeper into the woods. "Still makes for a decent place to piss, at least."