Gavin sat in front of his computer, controller in hand. He mashed furiously at the buttons as a pixelated anthropomorphic squirrel in boots kicked and stomped the living daylights out of a dragon. With one final blow, the dragon collapsed to the floor. Bruised and battered, it waved a white flag on a stick just as all previous bosses in the game had done in their defeat. The squirrel stood before her fallen foe, flexing an arm as the rested one foot upon him. A victory theme played as text began to appear at the top of the screen: 'Congratulations, Boots the Squirrel has defeated the evil dragoon emporor and forced his surrender. Now all of her friends in Oakview Village may finally live in peace.'

"Finally..." Gavin said with a smile on his face. "No more bugs to iron out, no more tweaks to be made... I can finally call this game finished!"

Making a game from start to finish was no easy feat, especially when done entirely by yourself. It took ages, but Gaving had finally managed to do something he was passionate about since he was a child. Sure it wasn't a technological marvel like many of the AAA games, but he poured his heart and soul into recreating the feeling the videogames of his youth brought him and he knew others were out there looking for that experience as well. Having tested the game over and over from start to finish, he knew this would be the final time. Now it was just a matter of waiting for his planned release date to make it available online for others to enjoy. With nothing else left to do, Gavin opened the game's menu and clicked the exit option. He looked at his monitor with a puzzled expression as the game completely froze up.

"Strange... it hasn't done this before. Maybe I've got a little more work to do..." He said.

Before he could try and open the task manager, his computer hummed loudly. It was almost as loud as a vacuum cleaner.

"What the he-" Was all he was able to get out before a loud pop cut him off, followed by complete silence as the monitor blinked off.

The smell that immediately invaded his nostrils was unpleasant to say the least. Without a doubt, something had blown in his machine.

"Great..." He said with frustration in his voice. "Guess I'll be on the old laptop for awhile. Thank god for cloud storage..."

As Gavin stood up to try and assess the damage, his monitor suddenly came back to life with static. He stared at the black and white mess of pixels littering the screen with confusion. He reached a had out, feeling a strange compulsion to touch it. As soon as his fingertips met the LCD screen, his hand began to tingle immensely. The uncomfortable sensation spread up his arm and then throughout his body. Once it reached his legs, he could no longer stand and collapsed to the floor of his apartment. As he lie there unable to move or call for help, the static soon flooded his own vision until everything faded to black.

Gavin jolted awake, quickly standing up on his own legs now that he was able to feel his own body again. Immediately he noticed something was very wrong. No longer in his apartment, he stood in the middle of what appeared to be a forest. Gavin typically wasn't one to panic, but something felt terribly off. His brain was struggling to process what was happening, as if it weren't working properly. His thoughts were heavily muddled and as he tried to speak them aloud, all he could form were simple noises with no actual words. A breeze blew through, chilling Gavin's skin all over. Looking down, he gasped to find that he was completely nude from head to toe. Stranger still was that his body hair was compeltely gone, save for his scalp. His proportions were also far off. It was as if he was in the body of a small child. Gavin stared at his hands in shock. He fell onto his bare butt into the weeds and twigs on the ground. He didn't know what to do, alone and scared in a place he didn't know. Tears began to well in his eyes as he trembled. The warm droplets of liquid ran down his face and he sniffled, wiping the snot from his nose. It was then that he looked up and saw it. Through the clearing in the leaves above him, he could see a massive tree standing taller than any other in the forest. A number of balconies and windows could be seen on its exterior. Despite the issues his head was provding him, Gavin could never forget the location he had dreamed up in his own head: Oakview Village. It was exactly as he imagined it would look in real life. He didn't know why it was there, only that he really needed to get there. It was his only hope from being all by himself. He got up and ran as fast as his little legs would allow him. His motor skills were far from ideal, but he managed to move ever forward over the forest's diverse terrain. Finally he found an actual path, a large dirt road that cut through the forest. From here it was a straightshoot to the massive tree and the people within it.

The naked child ran and Oakview Village grew closer. Suddenly, where his foot should have hit the ground with one step, Gavin felt nothing. In the blink of an eye, as if he fell through the ground itself, Gavin hit a cold stone floor. Gavin lifted himself from the ground, fine albeit a little scarped from the impact. He looked around to try and figure out what happened. As suddenly as his own aprtment had vanished from him, so too was the forest. He appeared to be in a network of tunnels that resembled an old, dried out sewer. Though the only water to be seen were a few puddles here and there and droplets from the ceiling, the air felt very damp. Cracked and crumpled bricks lined the walls and ceiling, with the occasional tree root protruding from them. A foul stench lingered in the air that served as a constant reminder that this was no place to relax. Somehow it all felt very familiar to him, but he could not figure why. As the small boy toddled his way through the damp and dank environment, he swore he could hear laughter within the shadows. He trekked onward, determined to find an exit and reach the village. His bare feet pattered on the flat stone beneath him until something stopped him in his tracks.

"I know you're heeere! I'm gonna get ya!" A gleeful voice drifted from the tunnels.

Gavin's heart was pounding. Had he heard a voice in his previous setting, it would have been a relief but he did not want to be found by whatever might lurk in this old sewer. Unable to tell which direction it came from, Gavin took off in a random direction. Filthy puddles splashed beneath his steps, but he did not care. He needed to get away from the voice that still called.

"Come on ooouuuut!" It called again, followed by a cackle.

The young boy tripped over a loose stone on the floor and fell over. Seeing the wall beside him was cracked open, he crawled inside hoping to hide in the shadows until whatever was searching for him passed by. He peered out from his hiding spot, watching and listening carefuly. He didn't see or hear anything. No voice, no footsteps, nothing. He was so focused on everything in front of him that he failed to notice the glowing pair of eyes open above him from behind. A scraggly pair of hands grabbed him from behind as Gavin let out a scream.

"Gotcha you little punk!" The voice yelled from behind him.

The terrified boy couldn't see the source of the voice in the darkness, but whatever it was had wrapped him under one arm and covered his mouth with the other hand.

"Oh, don't be so scared! I just want to have some fun with ya! Just you wait..." The voice said, carrying Gavin deeper into the tunnels.

The little human struggled as best as he could, but it was no use. The creature's grip was to strong for the boy to break loose. Finally, the two of them entered a chamber that was well lit with torches. A stone table of some sort sat in the middle and Gavin's captor forcefully held him down onto it.

"This is as good a spot as any. Let's take a break from all that walking, eh??" The creature said.

Through teary eyes, Gaving could finally see who had been searching for him. It was a rather large beast of a rat. Standing on two feet, it continued to pin him down with his hands. He was covered in itchy looking grey fur with patches of it missing to reveal a red mangy skin beneath. His worm like tail dragged lazily behind him and his eyes glowed a bright green with a gaze that corroded its way into your soul. His nose constantle twitched and his mouth was lined with chipped, yellow teeth. The only thing clean about him was the well polished crown of gold that sat on his head.

"So what do you think of your new body, kiddo? I worked real hard on it, can't have you fighting back after all!"

Gavin's eyes widened. Was this rat the reason he was here?

"Betcha don't remember me, do ya? But I remember you... I remember you veeeery well!" The rat said with a sense of eagerness in his voice. "And now that I've got ya, we're gonna have such gooood fun!"

The rat cackled as his penis became erect. The boy stared at the dripping member, unsure what this all meant.

"You like making games and playing games, well it's about time I played with you. You see that? You're gonna lick and suck my cock and you're gonna enjoy every second of it!" The rat demanded. "And don't you even think about using those little teeth of yours! We wouldn't want to have to pull them all out now, would we?" He added.

Scared and confused, Gavin didn't dare to make the rat angrier. His best option was to do exactly what he wanted. Gavin looked the beast in the eyes and nodded his head.

"Yesss, that's a good little slut!" The rat shouted, shoving his member towards the child's face. "Now get on with it! Be gentle now... and I wanna hear some noise!"

The toddler stared at the throbbing erection, confused as to what he was supposed to do. He gently clutched the rubbery thing in his hands as he began to lick the clear goop dribbling down its surface. It tasted awful but as commanded, Gavin kept at it. He the placed the enitre tip into his mouth as he began to slurp the knob loudly.

"Oooooh, yes. You have no idea where that's been!" The gleeful rat taunted the boy. "Now use those little hands of yours! Get to it!"

Gavin rubbed his hands up and down, gently stroking the rat's cock as lips and tongue continued their job.

"Oooooh, here it comes! I hope you like it, you little brat cause it's gonna be all you eat from now on!" The rat said.

Before he could understand, Gavin felt a gush of hot goop flood into his mouth. It quickly forced its way down the back of his throat before he pulled away from the releasing member. He coughed loudly, spraying cum from his mouth as the rat continued to spurt semen onto him.

"Yes! Nice and messy! I like it like that." The rat said with a fit of laughter.

As the beast laughed, Gavin noticed something. Where there was once a wall behind the filthy rat, there was now an opening. It glowed with daylight and Gavin knew this was his only chance at escaping. Quickly, he stood up and gave the crown atop the rat's head a good smack. It hit the floor with a clank and rolled across to the other side of the room.

"My crown! You little twerp!" He cried out, running after it.

The little boy quickly got down from the stone table and ran towards the glowing light. As he made his way through it, he could hear the rat calling out behind him.

"Don't think this is over, you runt! I'll have you back soon enough!" He yelled.

Wherever the hole took him, it was too bright to see anything. Soon the light faded, however and he felt himself rolling in dirt. Gaving opened his eyes to see that he was back on the dirt road towards Oakview Village. Dirt clung to him from the sticky mess made by the rat, but he had finally made it out. Excitement filled his heart once again. There it was in view, clear as day. He was finally going to reach his destination.

"Well hey there, little fella! What're you doin' out here all by yourself?" A woman's voice came from behind with a southern accent.

Gavin turned to look at the stranger and his jaw fell open. It was her. Boots the Squirrel stood right there before his very eyes, a basket of nuts hanging from her left arm. Covered head to toe in fuzzy, brown fur and a large fluffy tail that stood proudly behind her, she was exactly as Gavin pictured her outside of her video game sprites. Boots even wore her namesake on her feet: a sturdy pair of boots that she kicked butt with. She looked at the boy with concern, quickly walking towards him and setting the basket down.

"Golly, you're such a mess! What happened to you? Where's your mom and dad? I aint never seen a critter like you before, where ya from?" She battered him with questions he could not answer. "Oh... this ain't good..." She said to herself.

She heaved Gavin off the ground, cradling the boy in one arm and lifting the basket with the other.

"I better getcha to the village. We gotta get you all cleaned up..." She said, noticing the boy did not struggle as she tried to take him.

The two headed towards the massive tree. It was an eventful day, but finally Gavin felt safe.