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Brin’s eyes stirred, opening to the tangerine glow of the early light. The rat groaned, tossing back the purple satin sheets, and with a yawn, slid his pink feet over the side of the bed. He sat upon the mattress, his fingers working along the smoothness of the bedspread. His head pounded. The rat’s long, hairless tail curled behind him as he brought a hand to his snout, running along the thin brown fur as he tried to wake up. \n\n“Ugh, I guess I had too many last night,” he muttered, then stopped. \n\nHis eyes opened fully, taking in the carpet, the walls, which were painted white. Panic began to set in as he whirled, seeing the shimmering purple of the sheets. This was not his bedroom. This was not his apartment. The rat turned, spying the adjacent nightstand where several photographs were ensconced in faux golden frames. Carefully, Brin picked one up, examining the smiling rodents, their fur white as cream, hugging and laughing. \n\n“Where am I?” he asked. \n\nQuickly setting the photo back down, he then looked to the floor, seeing the crumpled remains of his clothes. He had to act fast. Perhaps, if he was quick about it, he could dress and be out the door before anyone was the wiser. His heart hammered against his ribs as he clambered from the bed, stooping to gather up his discarded underwear. Brin was just rising, his briefs clutched in a trembling fist, when the door to the bedroom creaked. \n\n“Oh, you’re awake,” came a soft, high voice.”\n\nBrin’s heart leapt into his mouth. The rat turned, his wadded up underwear still in his fist. He was naked, his manhood dangling like a fat, pink worm between his sleek brown thighs as he then beheld the creature in the doorway. He was a rat, like Brin, but with soft, white fur. His ablin pelt glistened in the morning light, radiating gold as he took a step. His slender feet were clad in a pair of fuzzy purple slippers which padded softly as he came bearing two steaming mugs of something which smelled bittersweet and so very tempting to the nose of Brin. Ruby eyes glittered with a hidden mischief that stirred the rat’s heart, though he knew not why. His gaze wandered from the pink of the twitching nose, down the supple throat to the narrow chest which was concealed beneath a long, yellow tee shirt. The garment strained against the ripe swell of a massively swollen belly. The rat’s eyes widened, taking in the sight of the white rodent’s bloated abdomen. His navel was a small crater which indented the smooth yellow of the taut shirt. Brin found himself licking his lips, his mind hazy, yet something about that belly made him come to reach out to the other rat. \n\n“Most people say good morning,” the white rat laughed. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”\n\n“U-Um,” Brin managed to stammer. “I uh, good morning.” He turned his snout to the floor, suddenly aware that he was naked. His cheeks flushed scarlet beneath his fur. \n\nThe white rat only laughed, his voice like that of a silver bell tinkling softly as he held out a mug. The ceramic was of pink, the scent so heavenly, that Brin eagerly accepted it. \n\n“I didn’t know how you took your coffee,” said the white rat. “So I just added a little cream and sugar.”\n\nHe stepped around Brin, providing the brown rat with a few of his plump, round ass. The cheeks were as ripe as bursting fruits, their globes just peeking below the hem of the rat’s shirt. A shimmering trickle ran from between those fat spheres, matting the fur of the rat’s inner thigh. The rodent sat down on the mattress and turned his gaze up to Brin. Gently, he patted the bed beside him, motioning for Brin to sit. Carefully falling beside his new companion, Brin placed the mug to his lips, delighting in the warm toffee flavor of the coffee. \n\n“I had fun last night,” the white rat said. He held his mug with both hands as he brought it to his lips. Such a delicate motion made Brin’s heart flutter. “You don’t even remember do you?”\n\n“Remember?” Brin muttered. He could not, in fact, remember. Everything from the night before was a swirl of colors and thundering music. \n\n“We were both pretty tipsy,” the white rat replied. “After the club, we came back to my place.” He caught Brin’s stare, the brown rat’s eyes falling on his belly which swelled over his lap. “Admiring your handiwork?” he asked, placing a pink hand on his stomach. “Mmm, you were so pent up. Still, the hard part was keeping it all in. I’m afraid that I let some of it spill when I got up.” He leaned against Brin, his shoulder pressing the rat’s arm. “But you can help with that, can’t you?”\n\nBrin gulped, unable to swallow his coffee. His manhood shivered, suddenly growing tall, leaping upright into erect as he inhaled the aroma of the rat beside him. His mind stirred, bringing with it images of a darkened room. Lights in blazing blue neon flashed overhead, the floor vibrating with the booming of the bass. Bodies writhed like a scene from something apocalyptic, churning and swaying to the rhythm of the music. The acrid scents of stale sweat and cheap booze filled the air, assaulting his nostrils with the tang of cigarette smoke as he waded through that sea of arms and legs, of heaving, sweating forms. Above it all was the oppressive odor of raw sex and the lust which soaked into the very walls of the club. He blinked in the neon gloom, not daring to believe his eyes. Brin rubbed a black eye with his fist, then blinked once more lest he imagined it. \n\nDancing, swaying like a creature of myth, a nymph risen from the foaming sea, was a rat with white fur. Glowing with a blue radiance, the rodent was like something ethereal. His slim frame was squeezed into a shimmering blue dress which sparkled in the light. His feet were encased in a pair of shiny pumps, his lips were painted electric blue. He caught Brin’s eyes and smiled, then much to Brin’s surprise, came striding up to him. His hips were wide and round, tapering to a pair of shapely legs that made the rat’s cock strain against his trousers. He saw himself then, taking the other rat’s hand as the music bubbled up around them. \n\n“I remember,” Brin said, tapping a long nail on his mug. “We met at the club last night.”\n\nThe white rat smiled. “My name is Maddy, in case you forgot.” He chuckled into his coffee as Brin sat his mug on the nightstand. \n\n“I remember, we left not long after.” Brin turned towards Maddy. “I couldn’t hear a word you said, but your eyes were telling me that you had better plans than to dance all night.”\n\n“And I was right,” Maddy replied.\n\nBrin reached up, his heart pounding, his hand falling upon Maddy’s cheek. The white rat’s lips were no longer blue, but a soft pink, like that of his paws and tail. His mouth glimmered wetly, those lips plush, puckered as if awaiting Brin. Crimson eyes watched beneath heavy lids as Brin leaned closer, his breath hot and wet on Maddy’s mouth.\n\n“Your lips were blue, last night,” Brin whispered. \n\n“My favorite shade.” Maddy’s lips quivered in expectation. \n\n“Your dress too,” Brin said. \n\n“Also my favorite.”\n\nTheir lips met with a kiss that stole the breath from Maddy’s lungs. The white rat’s paw shot out, grasping at Brin’s strong wrist as if to save himself from being swept away on that giddy tide. Brin’s tail curled behind him as he fell into Maddy, his arm closing around the white rat, drawing his swollen body to his broad chest. Maddy’s belly churned gently beneath his shirt, stuffed so full with Brin’s virile seed. The brown rat’s tongue slid from between his lips, caressing the long front teeth of Maddy, gingerly prodding, seeking to find ingress into the rat’s mouth. Maddy obliged with glee, opening his jaws to the other rodent. Brin leapt, slipping across the nimble pink member, exploring the red gums, the white pearls of Maddy’s teeth. His mind raced, recalling the tang of booze and the sharp taste of tobacco on that tongue. Now, as he slid across the ridged palate, curling his tongue behind Maddy’s incisors, Brin tasted nothing but the bittersweet of coffee and cream. His nostrils flared, drinking in the aroma of soap and the gentle floral scent of rose. Gone was the bite of sweat and perfume. The rat drew Maddy tighter, his hand coming to pluck the mug from the white rat’s hand, to set it next to his on the nightstand as he sought to plunge down Maddy’s throat.\n\nMaddy would respond with aplomb, surrendering himself to his love. His body grew limp in Brin’s arms, his paws eagerly rustling through the scruffy brown fur as he traced the ripples of Brin’s stomach. Those clever fingers, ever searching, would find their way to the fragrant jungle of Brin’s pubic fur. Tangling within that dense weave, he found the object of his quest. His fingers came to the throbbing pillar of manhood, studded with the bulging veins which crept up Brin’s cock like old ivy. His fingers slid up the rat’s shaft, finding the crown of spongy flesh, the weeping glans which shimmered with the sticky precum that trickled from Brin’s tip. The brown rat shuddered as slender fingers closed around his manhood, stroking his cock gently with slow, purposeful pumps. Not to bring his love to climax, but merely to stir those fires which raged in Brin’s belly. Brin’s mouth opened, saliva crackling on his lips as he uttered a deep moan of agonizing bliss. \n\nHis mouth came away from Maddy’s swollen lips, his face plunging into the soft scruff of white fur which surrounded Maddy’s neck. His lips glided along the curve of the rat’s throat, his mind racing with the blurry images of the previous night. His hands shook, clasping Maddy’s arms as he saw them stumbling from the club. Their feet staggering on the sidewalk as the pair laughed into the night. The stars glittered overhead as they mounted the steps to Maddy’s building. Brin’s fingers closed hard around Maddy’s biceps, his lips suckling at the hollow of the white rodent’s collarbone. Maddy offered a groan, his body tumbling backwards onto the bed, dragging Brin with him. The bedroom was dark, the only light coming from the window, flickering with the harsh gleam of a passing car, its headlights spilling across the walls before fading into the night. Brin’s hands were on his belt, frantic to rip away those hated garments which strained against the roaring of his throbbing manhood. \n\nHis head swam, clouded with the bottle of cheap whiskey that reeked on his breath as he at last slid his belt from his pants with a leathery zip. Then, came his shirt, cast to the floor. Meanwhile, Maddy was grabbing the hem of his dress. Little longer than mid-thigh, he tugged the shimmering garment up his wide hips, revealing the black lace of his thong. His slim rod glistened beneath the thin material, already erect with the desire of the rat. Maddy’s thumbs hooked into his underwear, sliding his thong down his perfect white legs. Brin could only stare dumbfounded, his pants around his ankles. He heard a laugh, watching as the white rat pushed him onto the bed. Laying on his back, Maddy flung himself upon him, his thighs hugging Brin’s waist. \n\nBrin’s teeth nipped at the yellow collar of Maddy’s teet shirt, his cock weeping its shimmering tears to dribble dark stains across the shimmering purple sheets. His hand came to Maddy’s narrow chest, feeling the erect buds of the rat’s eager nipples, thrusting themselves up through the thin cotton of Maddy’s shirt. Slowly, he traced his fingertips along Maddy’s chest, mounting the rise of the white rat’s swollen belly. Maddy gave a low, contented moan and arched his back, pressing his bloated middle into Brin’s hand. His round belly filled the brown rat’s palm, the flesh wobbling as Brin continued to circle Maddy’s stomach. His belly was so warm, so full. Brin licked his lips, seeing again the previous night. The white rat loomed above him, Maddy’s ruby eyes aglow in the darkness of the bedroom, sparkling like two precious jewels as he descended. Sharp fangs bit down on Brin’s lower lip, making the brown rat yelp. The iron tang of blood was in the air, stirring them both into a frantic battle of lust and desire. Brin’s hands slid along the curve of Maddy's back, his fingertips scratching the shining sequins which glimmered on the white’s rat’s dress. \n\nEver lower, did Brin plunge, until his hands cupped the full swell of those ripe buttocks. Maddy let out a faint cry, his mouth falling on Brin’s, meeting in a kiss which stole the air from the brown rat’s lungs. Brin squeezed hard, digging his claws into the swell of those globes. Maddy’s tail whipped the air, threatening to sweep the lamp and photographs from the nightstand in its wild movement. Brin’s cock throbbed against the flat belly of Maddy, weeping its sticky tears to mat the white fur. Maddy tore his lips from Brin’s mouth, his teeth nibbling at the brown rat’s throat. He descended, coming to fill the hollow of Brin’s collarbone with his kisses. Not until that holy fountain was overflowing, did the white rat fall to the broad chest. There, he sought the pink nipple, rising up from the swaying brown sea. His lips encircled the firm bud, his tongue coming to swirl around the areola. Brin arched his back suddenly, letting out a groan as Maddy’s nimble tongue flicked at his erect nub. \n\n“Maddy,” he moaned into the dark. “O-Oh…”\n\nThe white rat ignored his cries, seeking to bring his lover to the dizzying heights of pleasure. His nimble paws found Brin’s belly, his muscles rippling as he sobbed for breath. Gently, did those fingers caress the rat’s stomach, finding the well of his navel. Maddy brought his lips to Brin’s belly button, his ass rising up to fill Brin’s vision with the heavenly vision of two bright moons eclipsing the night. Brin hands slid from those wobbling spheres, sliding down the fullness of Maddy’s supple thighs, finding delight in the quivering of the strong muscles beneath the softness of his flesh. Maddy’s tongue slithered around Brin’s navel, dipping down into that deep well to drink of the dark, rich essence of Brin’s musky aroma. The scents of sweat and the natural musk of the two rats permeated the air, enveloping them in a cocoon of hot lust. Like a heavy blanket, the sharp odor of cheap alcohol and cigarette smoke mingled with the spice of their lust, creating a heady perfume which made Brin’s head swim. Already woozy from the whiskey, he fought to cling to the white creature in his arms, wishing only to give back the pleasures which he was being given. \n\nMaddy slipped from Brin’s navel, his red eyes drinking in the dense pubic fur, savoring the throbbing pillar of hot manhood which rose so proudly from that brown forest. His fingers stole through the humid jungles of his lover, tangling into the wet, fragrant vines. His snout lowered, nostrils flaring as he inhaled the rich aroma of Brin’s cock. The bitterness of stale sweat and the spice of the rat’s masculine scent would bring the white rat’s flower to bloom with gushing petals. Between his ripe cheeks, his puckered ring would gape, leaking the shimmering nectar of his desires. Such a pungent bouquet was not lost on Brin, for the rat’s cock began to throb, pumping its hot precum as Brin’s balls churned, fattening with fresh seed. The brown rat wept, his scrotum growing so painfully tight as he strove to hold back the urge to release as those blue lips closed around his cock. \n\nSweat prickled his fur as his pink hands dug into the purple sheets. His long nails rasped against the satin, his cock straining, spurting its glimmering precum into Maddy’s mouth. The bitter elixir played across the white rat’s tongue, inflaming his senses, driving him to plummet downward. His snout buried itself into Brin’s pubic fur, inhaling the fragrance of his love. The spice of the rat’s natural musk filled his nostrils as he pulled back, his lips closing tighter around the throbbing pillar of erect masculinity. Maddy rose, stopping halfway, his lips loosening around that pulsing member. Closing once more, he slid up Brin’s rod, leaving a distinctive blue ring to mark his passing. Crimson eyes illuminated the gloaming bedroom, sparkling like rubies in the night. Brin licked his lips, his belly heaving as he felt their gorgon stare upon him. Propped on his elbows, the brown rat returned that stare, letting those eyes drink in his very soul. He felt himself plunging into the red abyss, hopelessly lost on that turbulent sea of carnal bliss as Maddy came to his spongy tip. \n\nThe white rat’s tongue slithered around that velvet glans, lapping the spurting precum from Brin’s tip, pressing it to his tongue as if it were a fine wine to be savored. Heat bloomed in Maddy’s cheeks, the white rat’s body coming alive as he stabbed at Brin’s gaping urethra. The brown rat let out a moan, his head falling back into the pillow as Maddy slid back down his shaft. Nimble fingers found the swollen balls, ripe as fresh peaches and twice as juicy. Maddy’s nostrils flared with the excitement of lust, his hands cupping those fat spheres, squeezing them so as to make Brin groan. The brown rat’s back arched, his thighs quivering. Lost in the mindless need to take this white rodent, he groped in the dark for that albin head, finding the delicate ears, the silky smoothness of Maddy’s head. Slowly, he would guide his love, bringing Maddy down into that fragrant jungle, lifting him back up. Meanwhile, Maddy was caressing Brin’s testicles, rolling them between his agile fingers. His other hand slipped beneath the furry scrotum, gliding along the plump perineum. \n\n“Oh, Maddy,” Brin could hear himself saying. “Maddy… Maddy…” \n\nHis eyes fell closed, losing himself in the ecstatic glee. When he opened his eyes, his vision was filled with yellow. He stared down into the swollen orb of Maddy’s engorged belly. The shallow pit of the white rat’s navel was a divot in the smooth sea of sunshine which Brin cupped so gently in his hands. His stomach roiled, aching with the need which made his cock pump its shimmering precum as he slowly raised his eyes from that bloated hump to meet the gaze of the rodent he loved. Maddy returned his stare with a small smile that curled his pink lips. \n\n“I know it’s quite round,” Maddy said. “But my belly is not a crystal ball. I’m afraid that you won’t be seeing your future in it, Brin.”\n\nThe brown rat gulped, feeling as if his tongue had grown two sizes in his mouth. His gums felt like they were made of cotton, his throat full of sand. \n\n“It’s the past that I was seeing,” he answered at last. “Last night, I… I remember you were…”\n\n“I was what?” Maddy asked with a wry grin. “Were my lovely lips around your big, hard cock?”\n\nScarlet bloomed on Brin’s cheeks, which only spurred the white rat to dig further. \n\n“Oh, now. Tell me what else you remember, love.”\n\nBrin was remembering more. Through the fading haze, the night before was becoming clear. His eyes grew wide as the room darkened, receding into the gloom of night. Maddy slid up his throbbing rod, his lips coming free with a wet pop to leave Brin’s shaft slick and shiny. His fingers closed around that wet, glistening pillar, stroking gently, his pace quickening with forceful pumps made to turn the brown rat into quivering jelly. Brin moaned pitifully, whining for the need to plunge his manhood deep, lest he erupt in Maddy’s hand. The white rat suddenly let go, the tortuous ecstasy finding its conclusion as the white rat laid himself on top of Brin. His flat belly hugged the rippling stomach of the brown rat, his slender arms winding themselves around Brin’s neck as he dragged himself along his lover’s abdomen, the rasp of his silky fur setting the Brin to quake beneath him, as he met the eyes of the brown rat. His slim cock pulsed in Brin’s stomach, his chestnut balls, two firm orbs which begged to be fondled. Brin’s arms wound themselves around Maddy, his fingers rasping in the fur of the white rat’s back, tracing the indent of his spine down to the fat globes of his soft, wobbling cheeks. \n\nBrin sighed, his hands cupping those perfect orbs, like fresh dough in his hands. He kneaded those spheres, squeezing and pulling, prying apart those ablin pearls to lay bare the pungent blossom which had laid hidden from him. Maddy’s aroma filled the room, wafting on the unfelt breeze to tickle the nose of Brin. His loins screamed for him to plunge deep, to pierce the puckered bloom. But the brown rat could not, for he craved Maddy with all of his very soul. His lips came up to close around Maddy’s mouth, his tongue sliding between the white rat’s jaws. Maddy’s red eyes closed, his chest humming with a soft moan of contentment as Brin summoned his strength, rolling them over so that the white rat now lay on the bed with Brin above him. Maddy’s thighs, sleek, soft and full, hugged at Brin’s waist, guiding his throbbing tip to meet the puckered ring of his gaping anus. Shimmering precum flowed from Brin’s cock, making Maddy’s rump glisten with a sugary glaze which scorched his tender flesh, so hot was Brin’s body. But the brown rat would not enter, would not dare to plunge into that wet abyss. Instead, his hands came to Maddy’s knees, his lips tearing themselves from Maddy’s swollen mouth. Carefully, Brin pushed the white rat’s legs apart, opening his cheeks to the rat. He slid back, his muscular back knotting beneath his fur as his narrow snout would dip between those supple thighs. The wet warmth of Maddy’s sweat, his musky aroma, was overpowering. Brin placed his lips to a thigh, kissing deeply, making the white rat tremble in his arms. \n\n“Brin,” Maddy moaned in the far distance of his memory. “Brin, you mustn't…”\n\nBut he would. Brin’s kisses led him to that furry scrotum where those sweet chestnuts dwelled. He would take them, one by one, wrapping his lips around each, suckling at those quivering balls until Maddy was sobbing. His lips quested lower, his tongue slipping between those white cheeks. His hunger knew no bounds as he lifted Maddy’s rump from the bed. Balanced on his shoulders, Maddy’s arms stuck out to the sides, gripping the sheets while Brin pushed his legs back until his knees were even with his nipples. His flower lay exposed to the brown rat, a puffy, pink doughnut glistening with its sweet glaze. Brin’s eyes fell closed, his tongue sliding from his teeth to taste of his love. The tang of Maddy’s honey exploded on his tongue, spurring Brin to circle that swollen ring. Faster, he surged, lapping the flowing juices from that brimming chalice. Maddy shuddered in his arms, letting out a cry as Brin’s lips encircled his anus. The brown rat’s tongue plunged into that alien world, exploring the smooth walls of Maddy’s rectum, tasting of the bounty that was his trembling prostate. His tongue slid up the quivering gland, pressing ever so slightly before pulling back. He wished to give the white rat pleasure, to stoke the fires in his belly before bringing Maddy into that perfect climax. \n\nFaster, he plunged, sliding deep, circling, pulling back his lips smacked wetly on the white rat’s slick anus, Maddy weeping as he feverishly grasped at the shimmering bedspread. \n\n“Brin,” sobbed Maddy. Tears streamed from the corners of his eyes. His cock throbbed, pumping its glittering precum to mat into the fur of his chest and belly. “Brin…”\n\n“Brin?”\n\nThe brown rat blinked, then caught the eyes of Maddy. His fingers found the hem of the white rat’s shirt and were just beginning to slip beneath those yellow folds. The morning sunlight streamed through the window now, bathing the bed in a warm radiance. Motes of dust danced on the still air, sparkling like fairy dust to frame the albin face of his love. Brin’s chest was heaving, his breath coming out in a ragged wheeze. His temples pounded with the thump of his heart, beating in time to the aching pulse of his engorged manhood. His fattened balls hung between his legs, begging for the sweet release they craved. Brin’s pink tongue squirmed between his lips, tasting the salt which crusted his mouth. Slowly, his hand would rise, sliding along the fur of Maddy’s round belly. The muscles jumped beneath his fingertips as the white rat shivered. Pink hands clasped the headboard behind him as Maddy laid his head back on the pillow, giving himself fully to the brown rat. Higher, Brin climbed, pulling back Maddy’s shirt. Up over the white head the yellow fabric was tugged. Maddy snatched the wadded up shirt from Brin’s paws, seizing the hated garment in his slim hands, casting it from him to lie discarded on the floor, leaving him bare to Brin’s hungering touch. The vast expense of Maddy’s white belly revealed itself to him and Brin’s heart leapt into his mouth to gaze upon such a wonder. The perfect roundness of Maddy’s belly enthralled him. The shallow well of his stretched navel demanded that he supplicate himself before the altar of his love.\n\nHis lips met the quivering roundness of Maddy’s inviting stomach, his tongue sliding along the curve as he crested that wobbling hill. Maddy’s flesh gurled softly beneath his wandering mouth, the white rat’s guts churning, overstuffed with his virile spunk. His hands grasped the fat swell of Maddy’s rump, just slightly prying apart the cheeks so that the white rat mewled pitifully. \n\n“Oh, Brin, no,” Maddy whined. “I-I’ll leak all of your precious seed if you open me too much.”\n\nBut Brin ignored the pleas of his lover, his attention wholly on that bloated swell of furry flesh. His tongue slithered through the silky weave, leaving behind a wet trail like that of a pink slug. His lips parted, his mouth spreading over Maddy’s flesh, savoring the tang of sweat and the pleasing taste of rose. \n\n“You smell better than last night,” Brin said. \n\n“I showered when I got up,” Maddy said with a laugh. \n\nBrin turned his eyes up at Maddy. “But, I do miss the blue lips.”\n\n“Mmm, maybe you’ll find these to be just as alluring?” Maddy pressed his warm mouth outward, his lips plumping before Brin’s gaze. \n\nThe brown rat quested the rise of Maddy’s heaving chest, exploring the pink areola from which thrust the erect bud that was his nipple. His mouth closed greedily around that blessed nub, his tongue circling, tasting of the bumpy flesh. Maddy shivered his arms, squirming as Brin flicked at his nipple, sending ripples of electricity down his spine. The white rat groaned, his stomach roiling as Brin’s seed churned and bubbled within him. \n\n“Ngh, Brin,” moaned Maddy. “Ungh… Ungh…” \n\nHis faint grunts of swinish lust were not go unheard by the brown rat. Brin plucked his lips from Maddy’s tit, his mouth now seeking the soft pink lips which were parted in a grimace of agonizing desire. His tongue lolled from between his jaws, his hand now placed on the bed, balancing him above the white rat. Brin’s slender tail curled in the air as his tongue descended. Maddy’s tongue leapt from his mouth, meeting Brin’s in the open air. Searching, touching, they crossed, caressing one another as if for the first time. Saliva dribbling from Brin’s jaws pattered softly onto Maddy’s chin as their tongues became entwined. Maddy slid down the underside of Brin’s pulsating tongue as the brown rat would seek to rub the tip of his tongue across the rough surface of Maddy’s taste buds. The richness of butterscotch and toffee, the sweetness of cream and the bitterness of coffee beans enthralled him and Brin plunged deep, plummeting down Maddy’s throat so that their lips locked together in a thunderous kiss which exploded in Maddy’s eye like so many stars. Despite the pain in his belly, the white rat’s knees came up, his ass spurting a stream of warm ooze to stain the sheets as Brin’s semen flowed from his battered rump. \n\n“A-Ah, Brin,” Maddy said with a pained gasp. “Please, not so hard. I-I can’t hold it in if you take me so fiercely.”\n\nBrin pulled away from his love, his lips nuzzling the white throat. “I guess I really overdid it last night?”\n\n“Do you remember?” asked Maddy. “Tell me, Brin. Do you remember how the night went?”\n\nBrin shoved himself up from Maddy, his mind drifting through that hazy sea to the previous evening. He had laid the white rat upon the bed, Maddy’s anus shimmering with his saliva. Maddy panted, his legs opened, his desire showing itself as he slowly opened his ruby eyes. \n\n“Mmm, you are divine,” the white rat purred. “Now, take me, love. I need you so very badly.”\n\nHis white cheeks ran with the stains of his eyeshadow, giving him a sort of morose, gothic vibe that Brin had to admit was a good look. Those blue lips, shimmering with their glossy coat, had become hopelessly smeared. The rat’s muzzle had become a single stain of glimmering navy, his mouth a red bowl which opened in the center, his white teeth radiant in the silver of the moonlight which had come to steal across the room. Brin’s cock throbbed angrily, demanding that he at last should pierce this wanting creature and vent his lust upon the one who so begged him to be taken. Brin took Maddy into his arms, gently turning the white rat onto his belly. Maddy eagerly rolled over, tucking the pillow beneath his narrow chest. His buttocks were as two globes of fresh snow. Not a blemish to be seen on those perfect orbs of wobbling, dimpled flesh. Brin was struck dumb by the sight, for never had the brown rat gazed upon such godly beauty in a mere mortal. His numbed fingers clumsily pawed at the white rat’s rump, fumbling as if he were a virgin and this was his first, awkward time. \n\n“Brin,” said Maddy. The white rat had turned his head, craning to look back over his shoulder. “Are you all right?”\n\n“I-I’m fine,” squeaked Brin. “I’m perfectly, perfectly fine.”\n\nHis fingers splayed over the swell of Maddy’s cheeks, taking delight in the softness of his flesh, the caress of his silken, downy fur as his fingertips glided along the humps of the white buttocks. Gently, he slid his fingers into that deep cleft, prying apart the shuddering mountains to lay bare the wet, warm chasm from which wafted the enticing spice of Maddy’s natural aroma. His thumbs pressed into the jiggling flesh, exposing the puckering ring, swollen into a puffy doughnut. Maddy’s gaping anus opened, blooming to let flow the aromatic honey of the white rat’s lust. Brin sat motionless, gazing down into that depthless void, that single, dark eye staring back into him. His cock quivered, demanding that he plunge into that abyss, and yet, as the brown rat held Maddy in his pink hands, he found that he could not bring himself to thrust. Though he yearned with every fiber of his being, he could not summon the will to place his throbbing manhood into something so flawless. \n\nPrecious albin fur, like that of new fallen snow glistened in the moonlight which was streaming through the window, glowing ethereal. Smooth as silk, softer than down in his hands. Brin trembled, setting the springs to creak beneath him. How could he sully such beauty? Such perfection in his hands, yet his clumsy desires would seek to crush that wondrous bloom. His head swam and the brown rat suddenly found himself swooning. Acid boiled in his throat, filling his mouth with the sour taste of bile as the alcohol in his stomach boiled. Clapping a hand to his mouth, he tumbled, collapsing to the bed to make Maddy bounce. \n\n“What? Brin, what’s wrong,” Maddy asked. \n\n“I can’t,” said Brin. “I’m sorry, Maddy, but I just can’t go through with it.”\n\nThe brown rat sat up, sliding his feet over the side of the bed so that he sat hunched over, his hands dangling between his knees. It felt as if a stone had dropped into his belly. His slender tail lay limp on the bed, like a dead snake curled up in the sheets. Maddy removed the pillow from beneath himself and came to sit beside the other rat. His fur was warm, soft, his slender body pressing against Brin, sending a thrill up the brown rat’s spine. Brin gnawed his lower lip and turned from the white rat, unable to meet those ruby eyes. \n\n“Brin,” he heard the musical voice say. “Brin, you can look at me.”\n\nWith some reluctance, Brin at last turned his head, gazing into the crimson orbs. Maddy placed a hand on his chest, his fingers spreading delectably through the umber fur. Brin could not, despite his trepidations, resist the deep, groaning sigh which bubbled up from his chest as Maddy’s nimble fingers played along the swell of his pectorals. His cock stood proudly from his pelvis, nested in that scruff of damp pubic fur. The white rat was on his knees now, leaning in, his lips just gliding beyond the hungering mouth of Brin as his other hand came to curl around the brown rat’s manhood. \n\n“I know what you’re thinking,” Maddy whispered. “You’re scared.”\n\nSuch an abrupt accusation brought the brown rat to suddenly recoil. His tail stuck out straight, his ears swiveling. “I-I’m not scared,” he protested. \n\nBut Maddy was not about to relent. His fingers slid up Brin’s cock, slowly, luxuriously, seeking to make the rat moan in blissful torment. Brin’s belly gave a lurch as shimmering precum spurted from his weeping tip. The brown rat’s lower lip began to quiver, every breath becoming a sob. \n\n“Yes, you are,” Maddy replied. “I know that is what you’re thinking.”\n\nHis pink lips were on Brin’s mouth, his white teeth finding Brin’s lower lip, biting down sharply so that the brown rat would mewl. Maddy’s hand slid down, stroking with thumb and forefinger, twisting at the base of Brin’s tip as if he were to uncork a bottle of champagne. His other hand began to push on Brin’s chest, forcing the brown rat backwards. \n\n“You’re afraid that you’ll hurt me,” said Maddy. “Afraid that you might break me like some porcelain doll, is that it?” \n\nBrin tumbled, collapsing to the mattress. Maddy knelt above him, straddling him. The lights from a passing car threw the white rat into startling relief, setting his white fur ablaze in glaring light. His eyes glittered like uncut gems, stirring the heart of Brin as he found himself powerless before this beauteous interlocutor. \n\n“I-I,” Brin stammered. \n\n“No, don’t say it,” said Maddy. “I know. That’s why I spotted you in the club. It’s why I wanted you, and only you, tonight.” His fingers crept from Brin’s chest, crawling like a pink, hairless spider down his furry belly. “You’ve a gentle heart. Perhaps, too gentle. And that’s what scares you, Brin.”\n\nMaddy closed his hand around Brin’s cock, stroking up, down, never slowing. His thumb pressed into the velvet tip, circling the flowing urethra. His other hand had slipped from Brin’s belly to cup his fattened balls. \n\n“But most of all,” Maddy said. “You fear yourself. You’re afraid that you’ll come to like it. Afraid of what will happen, come tomorrow.” He lowered his snout to Brin’s muzzle, his breath hot and wet. “You’re scared that this ephemeral dream, this twilight world of ours will disappear when you awaken. Well, am I right?”\n\nBrin could not speak, so struck was he. Finally, after some heartbeats had passed, he managed a weak reply of, “Maddy, I don’t think--”\n\nThe white rat silenced him with a finger to his lips. “Hush now, Brin,” he said. “I don’t want you to say another word.”\n\nMaddy let go of Brin’s cock, stretching his albin body across the broad, umber frame of his love. His slender form was so warm against Brin, the brown rat trembling as he closed his arms around the delicate shoulders of his love. Maddy’s hands were on his chest, his lips grazing Brin’s quivering mouth. His breath reeked of cheap booze and smoke, but Brin did not mind. To him, it was the finest perfume. Brin’s hands swept down the curve of Maddy’s spine, relishing the way the smooth muscles jumped beneath the white fur. His finger found once more the fleshy buttocks as Maddy began to shove himself up. \n\n“Close your eyes,” the white rat said. His fingertips came to caress the fluttering lids as Brin’s eyes fell shut. “I’ll do all the work.”\n\nBrin’s eyes opened at that moment to the stark light of day. His vision was filled by the sleek, white fur of Maddy’s swollen belly. His fingers spread across the globe of bloated flesh, his thumb circling the shallow divot of the white rat’s navel. \n\n“You were right, Maddy,” he said. “I was so scared of what would come from all of this.” He lowered his head to the white rat’s belly. “Did I make the right choice?”\n\nA soft paw came to rest upon his head. “You made the best choice,” Maddy replied. “But, don’t stop, love. Tell me what came next.”\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The golden rays of the morning’s light stole like a phantom through the window of the spacious bedroom. Flowing between the white curtains, they crept across the beige of the carpet to climb the pink fabric of the comforter. Brin’s eyes stirred, opening to the tangerine glow of the early light. The rat groaned, tossing back the purple satin sheets, and with a yawn, slid his pink feet over the side of the bed. He sat upon the mattress, his fingers working along the smoothness of the bedspread. His head pounded. The rat’s long, hairless tail curled behind him as he brought a hand to his snout, running along the thin brown fur as he tried to wake up.

“Ugh, I guess I had too many last night,” he muttered, then stopped.

His eyes opened fully, taking in the carpet, the walls, which were painted white. Panic began to set in as he whirled, seeing the shimmering purple of the sheets. This was not his bedroom. This was not his apartment. The rat turned, spying the adjacent nightstand where several photographs were ensconced in faux golden frames. Carefully, Brin picked one up, examining the smiling rodents, their fur white as cream, hugging and laughing.

“Where am I?” he asked.

Quickly setting the photo back down, he then looked to the floor, seeing the crumpled remains of his clothes. He had to act fast. Perhaps, if he was quick about it, he could dress and be out the door before anyone was the wiser. His heart hammered against his ribs as he clambered from the bed, stooping to gather up his discarded underwear. Brin was just rising, his briefs clutched in a trembling fist, when the door to the bedroom creaked.

“Oh, you’re awake,” came a soft, high voice.”

Brin’s heart leapt into his mouth. The rat turned, his wadded up underwear still in his fist. He was naked, his manhood dangling like a fat, pink worm between his sleek brown thighs as he then beheld the creature in the doorway. He was a rat, like Brin, but with soft, white fur. His ablin pelt glistened in the morning light, radiating gold as he took a step. His slender feet were clad in a pair of fuzzy purple slippers which padded softly as he came bearing two steaming mugs of something which smelled bittersweet and so very tempting to the nose of Brin. Ruby eyes glittered with a hidden mischief that stirred the rat’s heart, though he knew not why. His gaze wandered from the pink of the twitching nose, down the supple throat to the narrow chest which was concealed beneath a long, yellow tee shirt. The garment strained against the ripe swell of a massively swollen belly. The rat’s eyes widened, taking in the sight of the white rodent’s bloated abdomen. His navel was a small crater which indented the smooth yellow of the taut shirt. Brin found himself licking his lips, his mind hazy, yet something about that belly made him come to reach out to the other rat.

“Most people say good morning,” the white rat laughed. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

“U-Um,” Brin managed to stammer. “I uh, good morning.” He turned his snout to the floor, suddenly aware that he was naked. His cheeks flushed scarlet beneath his fur.

The white rat only laughed, his voice like that of a silver bell tinkling softly as he held out a mug. The ceramic was of pink, the scent so heavenly, that Brin eagerly accepted it.

“I didn’t know how you took your coffee,” said the white rat. “So I just added a little cream and sugar.”

He stepped around Brin, providing the brown rat with a few of his plump, round ass. The cheeks were as ripe as bursting fruits, their globes just peeking below the hem of the rat’s shirt. A shimmering trickle ran from between those fat spheres, matting the fur of the rat’s inner thigh. The rodent sat down on the mattress and turned his gaze up to Brin. Gently, he patted the bed beside him, motioning for Brin to sit. Carefully falling beside his new companion, Brin placed the mug to his lips, delighting in the warm toffee flavor of the coffee.

“I had fun last night,” the white rat said. He held his mug with both hands as he brought it to his lips. Such a delicate motion made Brin’s heart flutter. “You don’t even remember do you?”

“Remember?” Brin muttered. He could not, in fact, remember. Everything from the night before was a swirl of colors and thundering music.

“We were both pretty tipsy,” the white rat replied. “After the club, we came back to my place.” He caught Brin’s stare, the brown rat’s eyes falling on his belly which swelled over his lap. “Admiring your handiwork?” he asked, placing a pink hand on his stomach. “Mmm, you were so pent up. Still, the hard part was keeping it all in. I’m afraid that I let some of it spill when I got up.” He leaned against Brin, his shoulder pressing the rat’s arm. “But you can help with that, can’t you?”

Brin gulped, unable to swallow his coffee. His manhood shivered, suddenly growing tall, leaping upright into erect as he inhaled the aroma of the rat beside him. His mind stirred, bringing with it images of a darkened room. Lights in blazing blue neon flashed overhead, the floor vibrating with the booming of the bass. Bodies writhed like a scene from something apocalyptic, churning and swaying to the rhythm of the music. The acrid scents of stale sweat and cheap booze filled the air, assaulting his nostrils with the tang of cigarette smoke as he waded through that sea of arms and legs, of heaving, sweating forms. Above it all was the oppressive odor of raw sex and the lust which soaked into the very walls of the club. He blinked in the neon gloom, not daring to believe his eyes. Brin rubbed a black eye with his fist, then blinked once more lest he imagined it.

Dancing, swaying like a creature of myth, a nymph risen from the foaming sea, was a rat with white fur. Glowing with a blue radiance, the rodent was like something ethereal. His slim frame was squeezed into a shimmering blue dress which sparkled in the light. His feet were encased in a pair of shiny pumps, his lips were painted electric blue. He caught Brin’s eyes and smiled, then much to Brin’s surprise, came striding up to him. His hips were wide and round, tapering to a pair of shapely legs that made the rat’s cock strain against his trousers. He saw himself then, taking the other rat’s hand as the music bubbled up around them.

“I remember,” Brin said, tapping a long nail on his mug. “We met at the club last night.”

The white rat smiled. “My name is Maddy, in case you forgot.” He chuckled into his coffee as Brin sat his mug on the nightstand.

“I remember, we left not long after.” Brin turned towards Maddy. “I couldn’t hear a word you said, but your eyes were telling me that you had better plans than to dance all night.”

“And I was right,” Maddy replied.

Brin reached up, his heart pounding, his hand falling upon Maddy’s cheek. The white rat’s lips were no longer blue, but a soft pink, like that of his paws and tail. His mouth glimmered wetly, those lips plush, puckered as if awaiting Brin. Crimson eyes watched beneath heavy lids as Brin leaned closer, his breath hot and wet on Maddy’s mouth.

“Your lips were blue, last night,” Brin whispered.

“My favorite shade.” Maddy’s lips quivered in expectation.

“Your dress too,” Brin said.

“Also my favorite.”

Their lips met with a kiss that stole the breath from Maddy’s lungs. The white rat’s paw shot out, grasping at Brin’s strong wrist as if to save himself from being swept away on that giddy tide. Brin’s tail curled behind him as he fell into Maddy, his arm closing around the white rat, drawing his swollen body to his broad chest. Maddy’s belly churned gently beneath his shirt, stuffed so full with Brin’s virile seed. The brown rat’s tongue slid from between his lips, caressing the long front teeth of Maddy, gingerly prodding, seeking to find ingress into the rat’s mouth. Maddy obliged with glee, opening his jaws to the other rodent. Brin leapt, slipping across the nimble pink member, exploring the red gums, the white pearls of Maddy’s teeth. His mind raced, recalling the tang of booze and the sharp taste of tobacco on that tongue. Now, as he slid across the ridged palate, curling his tongue behind Maddy’s incisors, Brin tasted nothing but the bittersweet of coffee and cream. His nostrils flared, drinking in the aroma of soap and the gentle floral scent of rose. Gone was the bite of sweat and perfume. The rat drew Maddy tighter, his hand coming to pluck the mug from the white rat’s hand, to set it next to his on the nightstand as he sought to plunge down Maddy’s throat.

Maddy would respond with aplomb, surrendering himself to his love. His body grew limp in Brin’s arms, his paws eagerly rustling through the scruffy brown fur as he traced the ripples of Brin’s stomach. Those clever fingers, ever searching, would find their way to the fragrant jungle of Brin’s pubic fur. Tangling within that dense weave, he found the object of his quest. His fingers came to the throbbing pillar of manhood, studded with the bulging veins which crept up Brin’s cock like old ivy. His fingers slid up the rat’s shaft, finding the crown of spongy flesh, the weeping glans which shimmered with the sticky precum that trickled from Brin’s tip. The brown rat shuddered as slender fingers closed around his manhood, stroking his cock gently with slow, purposeful pumps. Not to bring his love to climax, but merely to stir those fires which raged in Brin’s belly. Brin’s mouth opened, saliva crackling on his lips as he uttered a deep moan of agonizing bliss.

His mouth came away from Maddy’s swollen lips, his face plunging into the soft scruff of white fur which surrounded Maddy’s neck. His lips glided along the curve of the rat’s throat, his mind racing with the blurry images of the previous night. His hands shook, clasping Maddy’s arms as he saw them stumbling from the club. Their feet staggering on the sidewalk as the pair laughed into the night. The stars glittered overhead as they mounted the steps to Maddy’s building. Brin’s fingers closed hard around Maddy’s biceps, his lips suckling at the hollow of the white rodent’s collarbone. Maddy offered a groan, his body tumbling backwards onto the bed, dragging Brin with him. The bedroom was dark, the only light coming from the window, flickering with the harsh gleam of a passing car, its headlights spilling across the walls before fading into the night. Brin’s hands were on his belt, frantic to rip away those hated garments which strained against the roaring of his throbbing manhood.

His head swam, clouded with the bottle of cheap whiskey that reeked on his breath as he at last slid his belt from his pants with a leathery zip. Then, came his shirt, cast to the floor. Meanwhile, Maddy was grabbing the hem of his dress. Little longer than mid-thigh, he tugged the shimmering garment up his wide hips, revealing the black lace of his thong. His slim rod glistened beneath the thin material, already erect with the desire of the rat. Maddy’s thumbs hooked into his underwear, sliding his thong down his perfect white legs. Brin could only stare dumbfounded, his pants around his ankles. He heard a laugh, watching as the white rat pushed him onto the bed. Laying on his back, Maddy flung himself upon him, his thighs hugging Brin’s waist.

Brin’s teeth nipped at the yellow collar of Maddy’s teet shirt, his cock weeping its shimmering tears to dribble dark stains across the shimmering purple sheets. His hand came to Maddy’s narrow chest, feeling the erect buds of the rat’s eager nipples, thrusting themselves up through the thin cotton of Maddy’s shirt. Slowly, he traced his fingertips along Maddy’s chest, mounting the rise of the white rat’s swollen belly. Maddy gave a low, contented moan and arched his back, pressing his bloated middle into Brin’s hand. His round belly filled the brown rat’s palm, the flesh wobbling as Brin continued to circle Maddy’s stomach. His belly was so warm, so full. Brin licked his lips, seeing again the previous night. The white rat loomed above him, Maddy’s ruby eyes aglow in the darkness of the bedroom, sparkling like two precious jewels as he descended. Sharp fangs bit down on Brin’s lower lip, making the brown rat yelp. The iron tang of blood was in the air, stirring them both into a frantic battle of lust and desire. Brin’s hands slid along the curve of Maddy's back, his fingertips scratching the shining sequins which glimmered on the white’s rat’s dress.

Ever lower, did Brin plunge, until his hands cupped the full swell of those ripe buttocks. Maddy let out a faint cry, his mouth falling on Brin’s, meeting in a kiss which stole the air from the brown rat’s lungs. Brin squeezed hard, digging his claws into the swell of those globes. Maddy’s tail whipped the air, threatening to sweep the lamp and photographs from the nightstand in its wild movement. Brin’s cock throbbed against the flat belly of Maddy, weeping its sticky tears to mat the white fur. Maddy tore his lips from Brin’s mouth, his teeth nibbling at the brown rat’s throat. He descended, coming to fill the hollow of Brin’s collarbone with his kisses. Not until that holy fountain was overflowing, did the white rat fall to the broad chest. There, he sought the pink nipple, rising up from the swaying brown sea. His lips encircled the firm bud, his tongue coming to swirl around the areola. Brin arched his back suddenly, letting out a groan as Maddy’s nimble tongue flicked at his erect nub.

“Maddy,” he moaned into the dark. “O-Oh…”

The white rat ignored his cries, seeking to bring his lover to the dizzying heights of pleasure. His nimble paws found Brin’s belly, his muscles rippling as he sobbed for breath. Gently, did those fingers caress the rat’s stomach, finding the well of his navel. Maddy brought his lips to Brin’s belly button, his ass rising up to fill Brin’s vision with the heavenly vision of two bright moons eclipsing the night. Brin hands slid from those wobbling spheres, sliding down the fullness of Maddy’s supple thighs, finding delight in the quivering of the strong muscles beneath the softness of his flesh. Maddy’s tongue slithered around Brin’s navel, dipping down into that deep well to drink of the dark, rich essence of Brin’s musky aroma. The scents of sweat and the natural musk of the two rats permeated the air, enveloping them in a cocoon of hot lust. Like a heavy blanket, the sharp odor of cheap alcohol and cigarette smoke mingled with the spice of their lust, creating a heady perfume which made Brin’s head swim. Already woozy from the whiskey, he fought to cling to the white creature in his arms, wishing only to give back the pleasures which he was being given.

Maddy slipped from Brin’s navel, his red eyes drinking in the dense pubic fur, savoring the throbbing pillar of hot manhood which rose so proudly from that brown forest. His fingers stole through the humid jungles of his lover, tangling into the wet, fragrant vines. His snout lowered, nostrils flaring as he inhaled the rich aroma of Brin’s cock. The bitterness of stale sweat and the spice of the rat’s masculine scent would bring the white rat’s flower to bloom with gushing petals. Between his ripe cheeks, his puckered ring would gape, leaking the shimmering nectar of his desires. Such a pungent bouquet was not lost on Brin, for the rat’s cock began to throb, pumping its hot precum as Brin’s balls churned, fattening with fresh seed. The brown rat wept, his scrotum growing so painfully tight as he strove to hold back the urge to release as those blue lips closed around his cock.

Sweat prickled his fur as his pink hands dug into the purple sheets. His long nails rasped against the satin, his cock straining, spurting its glimmering precum into Maddy’s mouth. The bitter elixir played across the white rat’s tongue, inflaming his senses, driving him to plummet downward. His snout buried itself into Brin’s pubic fur, inhaling the fragrance of his love. The spice of the rat’s natural musk filled his nostrils as he pulled back, his lips closing tighter around the throbbing pillar of erect masculinity. Maddy rose, stopping halfway, his lips loosening around that pulsing member. Closing once more, he slid up Brin’s rod, leaving a distinctive blue ring to mark his passing. Crimson eyes illuminated the gloaming bedroom, sparkling like rubies in the night. Brin licked his lips, his belly heaving as he felt their gorgon stare upon him. Propped on his elbows, the brown rat returned that stare, letting those eyes drink in his very soul. He felt himself plunging into the red abyss, hopelessly lost on that turbulent sea of carnal bliss as Maddy came to his spongy tip.

The white rat’s tongue slithered around that velvet glans, lapping the spurting precum from Brin’s tip, pressing it to his tongue as if it were a fine wine to be savored. Heat bloomed in Maddy’s cheeks, the white rat’s body coming alive as he stabbed at Brin’s gaping urethra. The brown rat let out a moan, his head falling back into the pillow as Maddy slid back down his shaft. Nimble fingers found the swollen balls, ripe as fresh peaches and twice as juicy. Maddy’s nostrils flared with the excitement of lust, his hands cupping those fat spheres, squeezing them so as to make Brin groan. The brown rat’s back arched, his thighs quivering. Lost in the mindless need to take this white rodent, he groped in the dark for that albin head, finding the delicate ears, the silky smoothness of Maddy’s head. Slowly, he would guide his love, bringing Maddy down into that fragrant jungle, lifting him back up. Meanwhile, Maddy was caressing Brin’s testicles, rolling them between his agile fingers. His other hand slipped beneath the furry scrotum, gliding along the plump perineum.

“Oh, Maddy,” Brin could hear himself saying. “Maddy… Maddy…”

His eyes fell closed, losing himself in the ecstatic glee. When he opened his eyes, his vision was filled with yellow. He stared down into the swollen orb of Maddy’s engorged belly. The shallow pit of the white rat’s navel was a divot in the smooth sea of sunshine which Brin cupped so gently in his hands. His stomach roiled, aching with the need which made his cock pump its shimmering precum as he slowly raised his eyes from that bloated hump to meet the gaze of the rodent he loved. Maddy returned his stare with a small smile that curled his pink lips.

“I know it’s quite round,” Maddy said. “But my belly is not a crystal ball. I’m afraid that you won’t be seeing your future in it, Brin.”

The brown rat gulped, feeling as if his tongue had grown two sizes in his mouth. His gums felt like they were made of cotton, his throat full of sand.

“It’s the past that I was seeing,” he answered at last. “Last night, I… I remember you were…”

“I was what?” Maddy asked with a wry grin. “Were my lovely lips around your big, hard cock?”

Scarlet bloomed on Brin’s cheeks, which only spurred the white rat to dig further.

“Oh, now. Tell me what else you remember, love.”

Brin was remembering more. Through the fading haze, the night before was becoming clear. His eyes grew wide as the room darkened, receding into the gloom of night. Maddy slid up his throbbing rod, his lips coming free with a wet pop to leave Brin’s shaft slick and shiny. His fingers closed around that wet, glistening pillar, stroking gently, his pace quickening with forceful pumps made to turn the brown rat into quivering jelly. Brin moaned pitifully, whining for the need to plunge his manhood deep, lest he erupt in Maddy’s hand. The white rat suddenly let go, the tortuous ecstasy finding its conclusion as the white rat laid himself on top of Brin. His flat belly hugged the rippling stomach of the brown rat, his slender arms winding themselves around Brin’s neck as he dragged himself along his lover’s abdomen, the rasp of his silky fur setting the Brin to quake beneath him, as he met the eyes of the brown rat. His slim cock pulsed in Brin’s stomach, his chestnut balls, two firm orbs which begged to be fondled. Brin’s arms wound themselves around Maddy, his fingers rasping in the fur of the white rat’s back, tracing the indent of his spine down to the fat globes of his soft, wobbling cheeks.

Brin sighed, his hands cupping those perfect orbs, like fresh dough in his hands. He kneaded those spheres, squeezing and pulling, prying apart those ablin pearls to lay bare the pungent blossom which had laid hidden from him. Maddy’s aroma filled the room, wafting on the unfelt breeze to tickle the nose of Brin. His loins screamed for him to plunge deep, to pierce the puckered bloom. But the brown rat could not, for he craved Maddy with all of his very soul. His lips came up to close around Maddy’s mouth, his tongue sliding between the white rat’s jaws. Maddy’s red eyes closed, his chest humming with a soft moan of contentment as Brin summoned his strength, rolling them over so that the white rat now lay on the bed with Brin above him. Maddy’s thighs, sleek, soft and full, hugged at Brin’s waist, guiding his throbbing tip to meet the puckered ring of his gaping anus. Shimmering precum flowed from Brin’s cock, making Maddy’s rump glisten with a sugary glaze which scorched his tender flesh, so hot was Brin’s body. But the brown rat would not enter, would not dare to plunge into that wet abyss. Instead, his hands came to Maddy’s knees, his lips tearing themselves from Maddy’s swollen mouth. Carefully, Brin pushed the white rat’s legs apart, opening his cheeks to the rat. He slid back, his muscular back knotting beneath his fur as his narrow snout would dip between those supple thighs. The wet warmth of Maddy’s sweat, his musky aroma, was overpowering. Brin placed his lips to a thigh, kissing deeply, making the white rat tremble in his arms.

“Brin,” Maddy moaned in the far distance of his memory. “Brin, you mustn't…”

But he would. Brin’s kisses led him to that furry scrotum where those sweet chestnuts dwelled. He would take them, one by one, wrapping his lips around each, suckling at those quivering balls until Maddy was sobbing. His lips quested lower, his tongue slipping between those white cheeks. His hunger knew no bounds as he lifted Maddy’s rump from the bed. Balanced on his shoulders, Maddy’s arms stuck out to the sides, gripping the sheets while Brin pushed his legs back until his knees were even with his nipples. His flower lay exposed to the brown rat, a puffy, pink doughnut glistening with its sweet glaze. Brin’s eyes fell closed, his tongue sliding from his teeth to taste of his love. The tang of Maddy’s honey exploded on his tongue, spurring Brin to circle that swollen ring. Faster, he surged, lapping the flowing juices from that brimming chalice. Maddy shuddered in his arms, letting out a cry as Brin’s lips encircled his anus. The brown rat’s tongue plunged into that alien world, exploring the smooth walls of Maddy’s rectum, tasting of the bounty that was his trembling prostate. His tongue slid up the quivering gland, pressing ever so slightly before pulling back. He wished to give the white rat pleasure, to stoke the fires in his belly before bringing Maddy into that perfect climax.

Faster, he plunged, sliding deep, circling, pulling back his lips smacked wetly on the white rat’s slick anus, Maddy weeping as he feverishly grasped at the shimmering bedspread.

“Brin,” sobbed Maddy. Tears streamed from the corners of his eyes. His cock throbbed, pumping its glittering precum to mat into the fur of his chest and belly. “Brin…”

“Brin?”

The brown rat blinked, then caught the eyes of Maddy. His fingers found the hem of the white rat’s shirt and were just beginning to slip beneath those yellow folds. The morning sunlight streamed through the window now, bathing the bed in a warm radiance. Motes of dust danced on the still air, sparkling like fairy dust to frame the albin face of his love. Brin’s chest was heaving, his breath coming out in a ragged wheeze. His temples pounded with the thump of his heart, beating in time to the aching pulse of his engorged manhood. His fattened balls hung between his legs, begging for the sweet release they craved. Brin’s pink tongue squirmed between his lips, tasting the salt which crusted his mouth. Slowly, his hand would rise, sliding along the fur of Maddy’s round belly. The muscles jumped beneath his fingertips as the white rat shivered. Pink hands clasped the headboard behind him as Maddy laid his head back on the pillow, giving himself fully to the brown rat. Higher, Brin climbed, pulling back Maddy’s shirt. Up over the white head the yellow fabric was tugged. Maddy snatched the wadded up shirt from Brin’s paws, seizing the hated garment in his slim hands, casting it from him to lie discarded on the floor, leaving him bare to Brin’s hungering touch. The vast expense of Maddy’s white belly revealed itself to him and Brin’s heart leapt into his mouth to gaze upon such a wonder. The perfect roundness of Maddy’s belly enthralled him. The shallow well of his stretched navel demanded that he supplicate himself before the altar of his love.

His lips met the quivering roundness of Maddy’s inviting stomach, his tongue sliding along the curve as he crested that wobbling hill. Maddy’s flesh gurled softly beneath his wandering mouth, the white rat’s guts churning, overstuffed with his virile spunk. His hands grasped the fat swell of Maddy’s rump, just slightly prying apart the cheeks so that the white rat mewled pitifully.

“Oh, Brin, no,” Maddy whined. “I-I’ll leak all of your precious seed if you open me too much.”

But Brin ignored the pleas of his lover, his attention wholly on that bloated swell of furry flesh. His tongue slithered through the silky weave, leaving behind a wet trail like that of a pink slug. His lips parted, his mouth spreading over Maddy’s flesh, savoring the tang of sweat and the pleasing taste of rose.

“You smell better than last night,” Brin said.

“I showered when I got up,” Maddy said with a laugh.

Brin turned his eyes up at Maddy. “But, I do miss the blue lips.”

“Mmm, maybe you’ll find these to be just as alluring?” Maddy pressed his warm mouth outward, his lips plumping before Brin’s gaze.

The brown rat quested the rise of Maddy’s heaving chest, exploring the pink areola from which thrust the erect bud that was his nipple. His mouth closed greedily around that blessed nub, his tongue circling, tasting of the bumpy flesh. Maddy shivered his arms, squirming as Brin flicked at his nipple, sending ripples of electricity down his spine. The white rat groaned, his stomach roiling as Brin’s seed churned and bubbled within him.

“Ngh, Brin,” moaned Maddy. “Ungh… Ungh…”

His faint grunts of swinish lust were not go unheard by the brown rat. Brin plucked his lips from Maddy’s tit, his mouth now seeking the soft pink lips which were parted in a grimace of agonizing desire. His tongue lolled from between his jaws, his hand now placed on the bed, balancing him above the white rat. Brin’s slender tail curled in the air as his tongue descended. Maddy’s tongue leapt from his mouth, meeting Brin’s in the open air. Searching, touching, they crossed, caressing one another as if for the first time. Saliva dribbling from Brin’s jaws pattered softly onto Maddy’s chin as their tongues became entwined. Maddy slid down the underside of Brin’s pulsating tongue as the brown rat would seek to rub the tip of his tongue across the rough surface of Maddy’s taste buds. The richness of butterscotch and toffee, the sweetness of cream and the bitterness of coffee beans enthralled him and Brin plunged deep, plummeting down Maddy’s throat so that their lips locked together in a thunderous kiss which exploded in Maddy’s eye like so many stars. Despite the pain in his belly, the white rat’s knees came up, his ass spurting a stream of warm ooze to stain the sheets as Brin’s semen flowed from his battered rump.

“A-Ah, Brin,” Maddy said with a pained gasp. “Please, not so hard. I-I can’t hold it in if you take me so fiercely.”

Brin pulled away from his love, his lips nuzzling the white throat. “I guess I really overdid it last night?”

“Do you remember?” asked Maddy. “Tell me, Brin. Do you remember how the night went?”

Brin shoved himself up from Maddy, his mind drifting through that hazy sea to the previous evening. He had laid the white rat upon the bed, Maddy’s anus shimmering with his saliva. Maddy panted, his legs opened, his desire showing itself as he slowly opened his ruby eyes.

“Mmm, you are divine,” the white rat purred. “Now, take me, love. I need you so very badly.”

His white cheeks ran with the stains of his eyeshadow, giving him a sort of morose, gothic vibe that Brin had to admit was a good look. Those blue lips, shimmering with their glossy coat, had become hopelessly smeared. The rat’s muzzle had become a single stain of glimmering navy, his mouth a red bowl which opened in the center, his white teeth radiant in the silver of the moonlight which had come to steal across the room. Brin’s cock throbbed angrily, demanding that he at last should pierce this wanting creature and vent his lust upon the one who so begged him to be taken. Brin took Maddy into his arms, gently turning the white rat onto his belly. Maddy eagerly rolled over, tucking the pillow beneath his narrow chest. His buttocks were as two globes of fresh snow. Not a blemish to be seen on those perfect orbs of wobbling, dimpled flesh. Brin was struck dumb by the sight, for never had the brown rat gazed upon such godly beauty in a mere mortal. His numbed fingers clumsily pawed at the white rat’s rump, fumbling as if he were a virgin and this was his first, awkward time.

“Brin,” said Maddy. The white rat had turned his head, craning to look back over his shoulder. “Are you all right?”

“I-I’m fine,” squeaked Brin. “I’m perfectly, perfectly fine.”

His fingers splayed over the swell of Maddy’s cheeks, taking delight in the softness of his flesh, the caress of his silken, downy fur as his fingertips glided along the humps of the white buttocks. Gently, he slid his fingers into that deep cleft, prying apart the shuddering mountains to lay bare the wet, warm chasm from which wafted the enticing spice of Maddy’s natural aroma. His thumbs pressed into the jiggling flesh, exposing the puckering ring, swollen into a puffy doughnut. Maddy’s gaping anus opened, blooming to let flow the aromatic honey of the white rat’s lust. Brin sat motionless, gazing down into that depthless void, that single, dark eye staring back into him. His cock quivered, demanding that he plunge into that abyss, and yet, as the brown rat held Maddy in his pink hands, he found that he could not bring himself to thrust. Though he yearned with every fiber of his being, he could not summon the will to place his throbbing manhood into something so flawless.

Precious albin fur, like that of new fallen snow glistened in the moonlight which was streaming through the window, glowing ethereal. Smooth as silk, softer than down in his hands. Brin trembled, setting the springs to creak beneath him. How could he sully such beauty? Such perfection in his hands, yet his clumsy desires would seek to crush that wondrous bloom. His head swam and the brown rat suddenly found himself swooning. Acid boiled in his throat, filling his mouth with the sour taste of bile as the alcohol in his stomach boiled. Clapping a hand to his mouth, he tumbled, collapsing to the bed to make Maddy bounce.

“What? Brin, what’s wrong,” Maddy asked.

“I can’t,” said Brin. “I’m sorry, Maddy, but I just can’t go through with it.”

The brown rat sat up, sliding his feet over the side of the bed so that he sat hunched over, his hands dangling between his knees. It felt as if a stone had dropped into his belly. His slender tail lay limp on the bed, like a dead snake curled up in the sheets. Maddy removed the pillow from beneath himself and came to sit beside the other rat. His fur was warm, soft, his slender body pressing against Brin, sending a thrill up the brown rat’s spine. Brin gnawed his lower lip and turned from the white rat, unable to meet those ruby eyes.

“Brin,” he heard the musical voice say. “Brin, you can look at me.”

With some reluctance, Brin at last turned his head, gazing into the crimson orbs. Maddy placed a hand on his chest, his fingers spreading delectably through the umber fur. Brin could not, despite his trepidations, resist the deep, groaning sigh which bubbled up from his chest as Maddy’s nimble fingers played along the swell of his pectorals. His cock stood proudly from his pelvis, nested in that scruff of damp pubic fur. The white rat was on his knees now, leaning in, his lips just gliding beyond the hungering mouth of Brin as his other hand came to curl around the brown rat’s manhood.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Maddy whispered. “You’re scared.”

Such an abrupt accusation brought the brown rat to suddenly recoil. His tail stuck out straight, his ears swiveling. “I-I’m not scared,” he protested.

But Maddy was not about to relent. His fingers slid up Brin’s cock, slowly, luxuriously, seeking to make the rat moan in blissful torment. Brin’s belly gave a lurch as shimmering precum spurted from his weeping tip. The brown rat’s lower lip began to quiver, every breath becoming a sob.

“Yes, you are,” Maddy replied. “I know that is what you’re thinking.”

His pink lips were on Brin’s mouth, his white teeth finding Brin’s lower lip, biting down sharply so that the brown rat would mewl. Maddy’s hand slid down, stroking with thumb and forefinger, twisting at the base of Brin’s tip as if he were to uncork a bottle of champagne. His other hand began to push on Brin’s chest, forcing the brown rat backwards.

“You’re afraid that you’ll hurt me,” said Maddy. “Afraid that you might break me like some porcelain doll, is that it?”

Brin tumbled, collapsing to the mattress. Maddy knelt above him, straddling him. The lights from a passing car threw the white rat into startling relief, setting his white fur ablaze in glaring light. His eyes glittered like uncut gems, stirring the heart of Brin as he found himself powerless before this beauteous interlocutor.

“I-I,” Brin stammered.

“No, don’t say it,” said Maddy. “I know. That’s why I spotted you in the club. It’s why I wanted you, and only you, tonight.” His fingers crept from Brin’s chest, crawling like a pink, hairless spider down his furry belly. “You’ve a gentle heart. Perhaps, too gentle. And that’s what scares you, Brin.”

Maddy closed his hand around Brin’s cock, stroking up, down, never slowing. His thumb pressed into the velvet tip, circling the flowing urethra. His other hand had slipped from Brin’s belly to cup his fattened balls.

“But most of all,” Maddy said. “You fear yourself. You’re afraid that you’ll come to like it. Afraid of what will happen, come tomorrow.” He lowered his snout to Brin’s muzzle, his breath hot and wet. “You’re scared that this ephemeral dream, this twilight world of ours will disappear when you awaken. Well, am I right?”

Brin could not speak, so struck was he. Finally, after some heartbeats had passed, he managed a weak reply of, “Maddy, I don’t think--”

The white rat silenced him with a finger to his lips. “Hush now, Brin,” he said. “I don’t want you to say another word.”

Maddy let go of Brin’s cock, stretching his albin body across the broad, umber frame of his love. His slender form was so warm against Brin, the brown rat trembling as he closed his arms around the delicate shoulders of his love. Maddy’s hands were on his chest, his lips grazing Brin’s quivering mouth. His breath reeked of cheap booze and smoke, but Brin did not mind. To him, it was the finest perfume. Brin’s hands swept down the curve of Maddy’s spine, relishing the way the smooth muscles jumped beneath the white fur. His finger found once more the fleshy buttocks as Maddy began to shove himself up.

“Close your eyes,” the white rat said. His fingertips came to caress the fluttering lids as Brin’s eyes fell shut. “I’ll do all the work.”

Brin’s eyes opened at that moment to the stark light of day. His vision was filled by the sleek, white fur of Maddy’s swollen belly. His fingers spread across the globe of bloated flesh, his thumb circling the shallow divot of the white rat’s navel.

“You were right, Maddy,” he said. “I was so scared of what would come from all of this.” He lowered his head to the white rat’s belly. “Did I make the right choice?”

A soft paw came to rest upon his head. “You made the best choice,” Maddy replied. “But, don’t stop, love. Tell me what came next.”

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