Tags: M/M, Furry, Probably other stuff I missed since I suck at tags
Setting notes: Deadsteel is an alloy of lead and trace amounts of cold iron, usually used as plating over another metal. It's intended to be a cheap and effective means of preventing magical interference, anti-magic barriers and pure cold iron are far too expensive.
Orcs are famous for their unique architecture, which is essentially ancient Greek.



"Fools! Your efforts are meaningless. I am far more than just this mortal shell! Strike me down if you wish, but I shall only regenerate again and again!" the old man cackled madly, slinging blasts of fire at a huge stone pillar, trying to burn out the adventurers hiding behind it.

Little did the wizard know that one of those adventurers had long since slipped past and was now standing behind him, dagger poised to strike and a smug grin on her lips. The elven woman plunged the blade into his back, and she said aloud "Whatever you say old coot."

As the old wizard fell to the ground, he choked out another laugh, "See you... sooner than you think."

The elven rogue laughed and motioned to her half-orc companion, who tossed her a glittering crystal amulet, which she dangled in the wizard's face. "Not so fast, you didn't think we'd come to kill a lich unprepared did you?"

The wizard paled, gritting his teeth with rage. "Destroy it if you wish, but know this, mortal! Every city has its sewers, and every sewer has its rats, and so long as there rats in this world, there must also be a Rat King!"

"Spare me the monologue" the elf woman sighed, rolling her eyes. She dropped the amulet on the smooth granite floor and crushed it underfoot, causing the wizard to tense as if struck, then collapse into death.

The adventurers stood in silence for a few moments, until the dwarf piped up, "You gonna loot that?"

The elf looked at the wizard's corpse, he was a sorry sight clad in only a pair of ripped and ragged cloth trousers. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, "Go ahead. He doesn't have any pockets in case you hadn't noticed."

The dwarf and the half-orc both shuddered and the dwarf muttered, "Eww, nevermind."

As the three adventurers left the Rat King's dungeon, stepping over the corpses of his fanatical rodent followers all the way, the found themselves too busy with their banter to notice the ratfolk who yet lived. As they climbed the final steps to the sunlit surface, the elf heard the faintest noise, almost a howl of grief. She shrugged, blaming it on the wind and left the sewer without a care.


147 years later a young human by the name of Vince was running for his life. He did this often, as guards tended to disapprove of his occupation of choice and he'd rather not lose his hands as the law suggested he should for finding them in other people's pockets. He was new to the city of Greenwarren, and he hadn't quite familiarized himself with all the streets and alleys of the bustling metroplex. He had noticed that all the entrances to the sewers were sealed off with deadsteel grates and people seemed to avoid them for some odd reason. 

At the moment though, he couldn't care less about that. All Vince cared about was ensuring that those guards and their swords never caught up to him. As he darted past another sewer grate, he noticed that this one had been broken down, and someone could very easily slip into the sewers without notice. Without a second thought, Vince jumped inside, and quickly found himself falling much further than he'd intended. Well, falling isn't quite the right word, he was technically sliding on smooth, slick stone, but the angle was so steep  it might as well have been a free fall straight down.

He landed in a pile of filth that broke his fall with the rattle of trash and bones crunching together on impact. He shuddered in disgust and jumped to his feet, but it was so dark he could scarcely see anything. He tried to climb up the chute, but it was impossible without some kind of magic, and Vince had never bothered to learn any. He swore loudly and kicked the trash pile, instantly regretting it when he stubbed his toe on something hard. With nothing else to do, he decided to stumble his way through the dark, progressing down the rubble-lined passage that lead to his little dead-end.

It seemed like hours had passed, but nothing had changed. He continued to trudge along, one hand steadied on the wall for balance in the pitch black abyss he'd lost himself in. Vince was never one to blame himself for anything, and he began to rage at the guards chasing him. First silently, but then his thoughts gained volume until he was shouting about all the horrible things he was going to do to their mothers when he found his way back to the surface. Vince didn't stop shouting until he noticed a faint light in the distance. He squinted at it, and realized it was quickly heading his way. He wasn't sure if he should be running toward or away from the light, but he didn't have time to decide. 

The light came from a small lantern tied to the tail of an extremely large rat, only this rat was almost humanoid in shape and posture, and was clad in tattered rags stitched from scraps of cloth and leather. It stood hunched over, but if it were upright Vince was sure it would come up to about his chest, maybe a bit lower. There were two other ratmen on either side of the one with the lantern, and all three leered at Vince with murderous intent. In a flash they were on him, knocking him to the ground and holding him still while the one with the lantern chittered his teeth menacingly. Vince struggled to free himself, but the ratmen were too strong and the one with the lantern drew a knife. Vince's struggles caused the hem of his shirt to ride up and reveal the birthmark on his navel. When the ratmen saw it, they gasped and jumped back, then immediately bowed, holding their heads low in shame.

Vince pulled himself to his feet, brushing the dirt off his clothes. The lead ratman spoke up, "Forgive us great one, we did not know it was you. Please, spare us your wrath and we shall return you to your throne."

Vince stared at the ratmen, who stayed bowed down, eyes closed and nose to the ground. This was by far the strangest thing to ever happen in his twenty years of life, and he wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to react. Eventually he shrugged and cleared his throat, figuring an imperious attitude was best in this situation. He lifted his chin and spoke in his deepest, most intimidating voice "I will spare you, for now. Take me to my throne and I will pardon your offense."

All three ratmen spoke at once, "Thank you, oh great one, for your mercy!" They stood, and the one with the lantern bowed again, "Follow me, your majesty." 

The three ratmen scurried off, making sure to not get too far ahead of Vince as they led him down a maze of crossed and twisting tunnels. After several minutes of walking, they finally reached a massive natural cavern of glittering black granite, complete with an expansive lake that multiple sewer tunnels drained into. Small hovels built from all kinds of scrap and cobbled together with mud dotted the lake's shore, and more were built on various natural shelves climbing up the cavern wall. The hovels were everywhere, lit by torches that burned here and there, everywhere except the center of the cavern. The center of the cavern was taken up by a massive stone temple, carved from same rock it sat on. It was built in the style of an orc temple and flanked by four huge braziers that remained unlit. The hustle and bustle of hundreds of ratpeople running about their daily lives echoed through the cavern, and it grew louder as Vince was led down the treacherous slope that trailed down to the rat village.

The three ratmen led Vince toward the temple, weaving around hovels and piles of refuse. Every rat villager who saw Vince as he walked by immediately dropped what they were doing to bow before him in silence, and he could hear that as soon as he passed they immediately began to chatter in hushed and excited whispers. When they reached the temple, Vince found that the smooth, dark stone was engraved with intricate designs and stylized images of rats, all seeming to converge on the massive stone doors that stood at the temple's entrance. The three ratmen pushed open the doors for Vince to enter, and bowed down before him as he passed, "Welcome home your majesty."

The air in the temple was warmer than the cavern outside, in fact it was just a bit too warm for Vince's taste. It also smelled faintly of vanilla, obviously some kind of magic was involved. The inside of the temple was a decadent throne room, lined with massive stone pillars  leading up to an intimidating black throne on a tall dais. The room was lit by braziers high up on each pillar, making the bright firelight glitter on smooth granite. There was a door on either side of the dais, and one opened up for four grizzled ratmen to step through. They were each adorned in an intact, though ragged robe of plain brown cloth, and they each carried a long and gnarled wooden staff. They took place around the throne, two on either side, bowed down before Vince and gesturing for him to sit on the throne. Vince did exactly that, trying to look as imperious as possible. The four robed ratmen crowded around him, ripping away his shirt and nodding sagely at his birthmark.

They scurried away and whispered hurriedly amongst themselves, one of them seemed to be disputing something, but the other three remained adamant. Finally, they nodded in agreement and hurried to the entrance of the hall. One of them called out to the village, his voice echoing in the silent cavern, "People of the sewers! The Rat King has returned at last to his people! We have long awaited this day, let the festivities commence!"

A deafening cheer rose up in the cavern as hundreds of ratpeople clapped and shouted in joy. The four robed ratmen withdrew back into the temple, and the heavy stone doors were pulled shut, muting the cacophony outside. The four ratmen bowed before Vince and one stepped forward to speak, "You do not remember us your majesty, but our legends have foretold this day for many years. In a past life you were our god and king, you uplifted us and made us your chosen servants, blessed and privileged to grant your every desire. Your mortal shell was destroyed many, many years ago, but now you have returned, oh great one, and we may resume our sacred duty."

The ratman drew back and bowed, and another stepped forward to continue speaking "We are your high priests, it is our duty to manage the people and relay your wishes to the workforce so that your will may be made manifest. You are our god, anything you so desire will be yours, you need only give the order."

The high priest switched with another of his companions, who presented Vince with a necklace, a chain of gold adorned with hundreds of tiny crystal fragments, and even dusted with impossibly small specks of crystal. The ratpriest lay the amulet around Vince's neck, "Before you passed, you gave us orders to follow when you returned next. There will be a feast, then a test to prove that you are indeed our Rat King, and then you will reign supreme as is your divine right."

The final priest then stood and pointed to the doors on either side of the throne. "To the left is our quarters, that is where your high priests will dwell so that we might better hear your commands. The the right is your private chamber, you will find it exactly as you left it, in perfect repair and stocked for your needs. None are permitted access to the temple without your permission save us and a small staff of personal servants. We will take our leave, please relax while we prepare the festivities."

The four rat priests retreated to their quarters, leaving Vince alone in the throne room. He noticed that is was just the right temperature now that his shirt had been ripped to shreds, and he found himself glad of it. He'd never been fond of shirts to be honest, and he doubted the ratmen would question him if he just never wore one. Vince took a moment to look around the room, noting that the engravings of scurrying rats covered every inch of stone in the room, including the ceiling. They all stopped at the foot of the dais, making it seem as though hordes of rats were rushing toward the throne. Vince sat back in his throne, liking the way that everything seemed to be built around him.

Before Vince had the time to get bored, the doors to the temple slid open and a troop of ratfolk carrying trays of food entered. The ratfolk carefully placed them at the foot of his throne, surrounding Vince in an excess of assorted foods. He had been expecting something stomach-turning when the ratpriest mentioned a feast, but somehow they managed to get their hands on food of the highest quality. 

One of the ratmen stood and gestured to the trays of food, easily enough to feed two dozen people. "You will find all of your favorite dishes here your majesty. When you have eaten your fill, simply ring for us and we will clear away the excess." 

The ratfolk all bowed their heads and left the room single-file, closing the doors behind them. Vince noticed that somehow, all of his favorite foods were indeed there, and he wondered how the ratfolk had known his tastes so well. He took a bite of pie and came to realize he cared very little about how the ratfolk had prepared this feast, so long as it was available for him to eat. He was beginning to enjoy this.

When he was done eating, Vince found a small bell beside his throne, and remembering the ratfolk's words, he rang it. There was no sound, but sure enough the ratfolk scurried in and removed the various trays silently, leaving as quick as they came. Almost immediately, the ratpriests returned, and one of them stood by the throne while the remaining three left with the servants. 

The ratpriest that stayed behind bowed to Vince, saying "Your majesty, the time has come for your test to prove that you truly are the great one. I have no doubt that you will succeed."

The other ratpriests returned, with a trail of dozens of ratfolk in tow. Each of them clad only in pink gossamer scarves wrapped intricately around their bodies, intending not to conceal, but to accentuate. These ratfolk seemed cleaner, with light brown fur that was combed and washed to be soft and spotless. They were heavily perfumed, but Vince found that despite himself, he was fond of the aroma. Vince noticed that they were all women, and they took formation before his throne and stood to attention. The ratpriest by his throne whispered in Vince's ear, "These represent those among our tribe who are most able to please you, oh great one. You must choose which among them is to receive your blessing. Your choice will reveal if you truly are the Rat King."

Vince scanned the crowd with more than a little bit of panic. There were at least thirty ratwomen, if not more, and they all looked so similar. Vince had never been fond of women in that sense,  and he was not looking forward to spending time with any of these ratwomen. He started give up hope, until he noticed that one particular ratwoman wore her scarf differently than the others. There was nothing covering her breasts, in fact she appeared to have no breasts at all. Vince realized with a start the bulge in that ratfolk's scarf was because he was in fact male, the only one among dozens of women. Now this was a choice Vince could get behind, and he stood to point at the lone ratman, "Him, in the corner. I want him."

The ratpriests grinned and nodded, "As you wish, your majesty. Long live the Rat King!" All of the ratfolk present joined in the cheer, and they filed out of the throne room in an orderly fashion, leaving Vince alone with the ratman he had chosen. He approached the throne and stood tall, presenting himself for Vince's inspection with a bowed head. Vince found himself groping a tent in his trousers despite how awkward he felt. It was strange being treated as a god like this, but Vince couldn't deny the upsides. 

Deciding to stick with his imperious facade, Vince slid his pants off and tossed them aside. He leaned back in his throne and said "Now then, show me what you can do."

Vince wasn't quite sure what the ratman was going to do. His huge incisors made a blowjob impossible, and the coarse hairs on his tail made that far from an appealing option. Vince doubted the ratman would be able to do much for him, but the ratman did not seem deterred in the slightest. He unwound the scarf from his body and wrapped it around Vince's erection, snug but not too tight, and then once more around Vince's balls, tying the silken fabric into a tight knot and giving it a gentle tug. Next came the ratman's deft hands, gently stroking Vince's shaft until he was hard and throbbing. The ratman produced a small bottle from somewhere, probably hidden in the scarf until now. He poured the contents onto his hands and began to rub it in to Vince's shaft, some kind of scented oil that made Vince gasp as his cock grew more and more sensitive. Vince leaned back into his throne and groaned softly, gripping the armrests and fighting the urge to buck his hips in the ratman's steady grip. 

When Vince's cock was slick with oil and precum, the ratman climbed up onto the man's lap and turned to sit on Vince's throbbing shaft. While Vince was about average in size for a human, he was also over twice the size of this ratman. The ratman was extremely tight, but he pressed himself down to the hilt with unmatched zeal, somehow remaining silent despite being impaled on a hunk of meat nearly as big as he was. Within moments the ratman was eagerly bouncing up and down Vince's cock, tugging on the scarf as he went. 

The oil amplified everything he felt, and Vince was now groaning loudly and gripping the ratman's soft, fuzzy rear and shoving him down harder and harder. Finally, the ratman broke his silence, Vince was expecting adorable little mousey squeaks, but these were the pleasured moans of a full-grown man, if somewhat higher pitched. 

Vince felt himself quickly approaching climax, and he held the ratman still, not yet ready to finish with the overwhelming sensations. Both men took a moment to catch their breath, then the ratman spoke up, "Please, grant me your blessing oh great one. Fill me with your holy strength! Tell me what it is you desire and I shall prove myself worthy!"

It finally sank in to Vince that he was a god to these creatures, that they held him in the same reverence that people on the surface held for Adrena. He was their Rat King, divine sovereign who's word was holy law. This ratman saw the chance to please him as a privilege and blessing, and something about that made Vince extremely aroused. 

Vince stood from his throne, grabbing the ratman by the waist and sliding him up and down his throbbing cock like a toy to be fucked. The ratman moaned in pleasure, begging for more in strained grunts. Vince himself was far too focused on his own cock to pay concern to the ratman's cries, and he plowed the beast's tight hole with reckless abandon, scarcely noticing when the ratman shot a load of cum on the stone floor. The ratman was delirious with pleasure, muttering "For the great one" over and over while Vince used him for what seemed like hours. By the time Vince's climax approached, the ratman had already came twice more. Vince grunted and slammed the abused ratman down on his cock, holding him tight while he flooded the beast's hole with cum. The ratman could only sigh, on the verge of passing out, "The great one gives me his blessing!" 

Vince didn't bother to pull the creature off his cock when he collapsed back into his throne, feeling powerful and satisfied. He picked up the bell from earlier and rang it, and within moments the ratfolk servants returned. 

Vince waved at the cum covering the floor and his throne, "Clean this up, and take this one away. He served me well." 

The lead servant nodded and began to relay the orders to his crew, who eased the poor ratman off Vince's lap and carried him gently out of the temple. The rest of the ratfolk scurried off to grab the proper tools. Vince called out before lead servant left, "Bring me another one when you're done cleaning, surely there's more than one young ratman who wants my blessing?"

The lead servant bowed and nodded, "As you wish your majesty." Vince smiled and lounged in his throne. It was good to be the Rat King.