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\n\t\t\t\t\tHedgar\n\t\t\t\t\tAiden85\n\t\t\t\t\tCharn","writing":"[center]Rat Attack: Repossession \n2013 © Krechevskoy[/center]\n\nBEEP! BEEP! “Stan, you have a call on line three.”\n\nThere is a long pause as the foxtaur tries to maintain his composure, keeping his voice painfully calm as he responds, “I’ve told you a hundred times now Karen… My name is Evan, not Stan…”\n\nThe foxtaur grumbles as he releases the intercom button on his phone, picking up the receiver and selecting his line.\n\n“Hey Evan, this is Maxwell. I think I finally found that white sedan you’ve been looking for. It looks like the scumbag sold it off to a scrapper downtown. Check your email, I sent you an address. You should get over there ASAP”\n\n“Thank god… I was half asleep here. I’ll head right over, Max.”\n\nEvan stood up and stretched out, eager to get away from the office. He needed the money that his desk job gave him, but he hated being cramped up in the tight spaces. He was eager to go out and do his other job, repossessing things that people bought and couldn’t pay for.\n\nEvan had some trouble getting to the time clocks. It is hard to maneuver a cubicle farm when you are a 500 pound foxtaur. He always had to wait for others to pass, and it was a rare occasion when nothing got knocked over. He had been working here for a few months now and he still got looks from most of the anthros in the office.\n\nTo be fair, most of the gawking crowd got to wear clothing. Evan was too big for anything you could buy in stores, and he couldn’t afford a tailor to make him a pair. Instead he just went around wearing a dark green vest and letting the rest hang out all natural. He wasn’t ashamed of his equipment at all either. His prowess had gotten him laid more than a few times for just walking by at the right time.\n\nEvan walked out of the building, shielding his eyes against the sun as he walked to his van. It was easy to find as it was one of the largest cars in the parking lot. The front seat had been replaced with a thick pad on the floor. Taurs are quadrupeds after all, so they come with their own seating. Making them use chairs is an amusing if not somewhat painful display.\n\nIt was sundown by the time Evan arrived at the given address. He could see the car he was after from the street, but he drove by twice to confirm the license plate. He pulled into a parking space across the street, scoping out the car lot and checking for any employees. It looked like everyone had already left for the day. The only thing in his way was a padlock on the gate, and then the car was in the back of the lot.\n\nHe felt a bit daft as he pulled a mask over his face, curious how many 500 pound foxtaurs there were running around the city. With a pair of bolt cutters in his hand he headed across the street, looking both ways before snapping the lock and slipping through the gate. He made his way across the lot, keeping his head on a swivel in case anybody was still there.\n\n“Fucking scrappers…” He cursed as he closed in on the car, noticing the back window had been left down, “Better not be any water damage, or the boss will kill me.”\n\n“Uwhuuuu?” He noticed a glint of metal just as he was reaching for the handle, followed by a sharp sting in his right thigh. He looked down just in time to see a second feathered dart lodge it’s self into his hip. He tried to reach out towards his attacker, but the ground rose up to meet him, dropping his considerable weight like a sack of bricks.\n\nAs everything went black, Evan swore he could see a neon butterfly go by. He chuckled as he followed it off into dream land, bounding away into a land which has never heard of the compact car. As he bounded along though, he noticed the land around him turning grey and dying. Running to a mirror, he saw himself stretched and contorted. There was a furry compact car staring back at him, his face smiling out of the front window.\n\n“N-No… I burn clean…” His head was spinning as he came to, his eyes slowly adjusting to the dark as he stares down at an oil soaked floor several feet below him. He had been drooling, a small puddle of spit mixing with the stained concrete.\n\nEvan looked around the room, starting to make out tool boxes and carts scattered around the large space. It suddenly crashed back on him that he was in a chop shop, though the sun had long since set. There were cars on lifts all around him, and he began to wonder if he really had turned into a compact.\n\nDetermined that he must still be dreaming, the taur closed his eyes and tried to enjoy the feel of two warm paws working his shaft. There may still be a chance to turn this nightmare around…\n\nTHWACK! Evan yelped and shot forward, pulling on the bonds holding him in the lift, suddenly acutely aware that he wasn’t dreaming anymore. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Somebody was using his balls like a speed bag, bouncing his hefty orbs around in their sack and turning his stomach inside out.\n\nEvan’s eyes were watering as he tried to cry out, finding a leather muzzle secured firmly around his maw. Despite his panicked struggling those hits just kept coming, his body barely able to move against his bindings. Once he was sure he would pass out again the hits finally came to a stop, followed by the clearing of a throat and a squeaky voice.\n\n“It was quite a pain dragging you around you know… I had to be sure you weren't going anywhere until I’m finished. You could definitely stand to lose a few pounds.”\n\nEvan tried to crane his neck around to see his attacker, but all he could make out was the lower half of a white rat, totally naked save for some kind of tool belt. His vision was blurred with tears as his balls were squeezed and twisted round, another strong punch slamming into them.\n\n\"I can't having you seeing too much of me, Evan. Not if I want to let you out of this alive…\"\n\nHe could feel the rat’s paw on his shaft again, doing a surprisingly good job of keeping him hard, despite the pain and confusion of having his balls beaten and bruised.\n\n\"Like you, I specialize in repossession... but I don't repossess cars or TVs. I'm after something a lot more valuable…\" The rat presses his face between the taur's hind legs, taking in a deep breath of the musk and sweat, \"I've been after these for a long time… tonight will definitely be worth the effort.\"\n\nEvan’s mind was still reeling from the pain, not sure why this rat wanted to get fucked so badly. Evan would have gladly topped the greedy little rodent if he’d just asked… It hadn’t yet registered in his mind what the rat was really after.\n\nThere was a metallic clank as the rat pulled a pipe fastener out of his belt, using a ratchet to expand it to its largest size. Even at this size, the rat had to squeeze Evan’s nuts through one at a time. He was sure that Evan had no idea what was happening, as the panicking only started once he began to ratchet the metal ring closed. He didn’t stop until all the slack was gone, biting softly into the soft furry skin of Evan’s scrotum.\n\n\"I'm sure you are going to miss these beauties once they are gone... So I've decided to make sure that you at least get a little enjoyment out of this…\"\n\nThe attacker puts the ratchet back in his belt, grinning as he picks up a reciprocating saw, walking round to show it to the bound taur. He’s replaced the blade with a decently sized canine shaft. Certainly not as big as Evan’s manhood, but plenty respectable for any anthro.\n\nThe rat dips the toy into a drum of machine lubricant, pulling the dripping shaft out of the clear fluid and pressing it hard up against Evan’s virgin tailstar. Evan blushes brightly and lets out a loud moan as the tip is pressed into him. He grunts as the knot bumps up against his tight muscular ring, quite uncomfortable with the new invader.\n\n\"Your furbook account says that your straight, but I've never seen a straight guy open up quite this easily…\" He chuckles as he uses a series of C-Clamps to lock the tool in place, making sure it won’t go anywhere before he turns it on.\n\nEvan struggled against the strange feeling, clenching and trying to press the toy back out. His eyes went wide as the device turned on, the knot pulling back a bit before slapping hard against his body, starting to pump back and forth at 2700 pumps per minute. Any souds that Evan might have made at this point were drowned out by the sound of the motor slapping a lubricated knot against his ass.\n\nEvan’s mind is conflicted as his shaft throbs and swells beneath him. His cock is drooling thick strands of precum to the floor below as the rat continues to ratchet the metal ring closed. He can feel the metal biting into his scrotum, and his ass is sore from the harsh fuck tool inside it, but he can’t fight the orgasm growing from someplace deep inside him.\n\nOnce the ring is nearly completely closed, the rat stops and picks up the pair of bolt cutters Evan had brought with him. Evan begins crying at this point as he realizes what about to happen to his balls. More than anything, he can’t comprehend why his cock is so hard. He was about to lose his nuts, and his only thought was that he needed to cum.\n\nAs the bolt cutters sink through the middle of the metal ring Evan loses it, crying loudly into his muzzle as he finally lets go of the orgasm he was trying so hard to fight back. As he stops clenching the knot finally pops into his ass, pumping inside him for a moment before popping free.\n\nEvan’s humiliation was complete as the knot began to pump in and out of his ass with decreasing resistance. Evan’s vision was too blurred with tears to make out anything as the rat walked around him. All he could tell was that something warm was resting on his nose, flooding his nostrils with the smell of his own musk, and his cock was still unloading onto the floor.\n\nThe rat drags the severed sack over Evan’s face before he heads towards the door, dropping his tool belt to the floor and calling back to the neutered foxtaur, “Try and enjoy your stay! Somebody is bound to find you in the morning!”\n\n[center]-~ El Fin ~-[/center]","writing_bbcode_parsed":"