The Rats are Winning

 

Wandering down St. Nicholas Ave in Manhattan, you look into the store windows as you pass them by and wonder if there's any place that won't charge you an arm and a leg for some food. Having arrived in the city a few days ago, you've been burning all your money on basic amenities and overpriced restaurants. It's a wonder how anyone even manages to live here. Strolling by both high end eateries and low quality chains, you start to think you might never find anything decent or affordable at all until you notice someone walk out of a building in front of you holding a sandwich. When you look inside, you can see rows of grocery products with a deli counter on the far end and decide to give the place a shot. 

"Welcome in! What can I get you?" a cheery voice greets you, and you turn to see a girl waving at you from behind the counter. Her outfit seems normal enough, a blue tank top over a brown t-shirt, but your eyes instantly travel to the top of her head where two gray animal looking ears sit. Her shaggy bob cut of blue hair has streaks of gray running throughout it as well, but your grumbling stomach distracts you from the smiling girl's features.

"Hey, uh, I'm not sure. What kind of place is this?" you ask, walking up to the counter.

"It's a bodega! We can make sandwiches, there's some stuff in the bay window there, different types of salads mostly."

Looking up at the menu on the wall, you feel a bit overwhelmed by the sheer amount of choices and spend a bit too long staring silently.

"How about a baconegg'ncheese? It's a New York staple, can't go wrong," the girl suggests, crossing her arms and leaning forward on the counter. The neckline of her shirt sinks lower as she leans in, and you end up getting an eyeful of her cleavage before finally mustering the willpower to avert your gaze.

"Yeah, sure, that sounds good," you mumble, looking back one last time and noticing a smirk on her lips.

"Alright, give me just a minute!" she says, punching in the order and bringing it to the grill. As she turns away to work on your sandwich, you get a better look at her and scratch your head. She's wearing tight denim short shorts that really accentuate her ass, but protruding from just above her waist is a long pink tail. You remember seeing a news article not too long ago, but it seems it wasn't a joke; the rats really are winning.

"So uh, what's your name?" you ask, trying to make conversation. 

"Bodega!" she replies, cracking two eggs onto the flat top and throwing down some bacon beside it. Her answer leaves you even more confused, since you thought that was the name of the store, but you don't push the issue.

"Right. Do you have any recommendations on places to go? I'm in town for a few more days and I'm a real fish out of water here."

"Oh! Well, you should definitely go to Rockefeller Center and see the tree! I'd say go ice skating there too, but it's always packed so good luck. Central Park is nice, there's almost always something going on there, then there's the museums..."

"I'm trying to keep it as low budget as possible, don't really have a whole lot to spend," you interrupt, shuffling awkwardly.

"Well you picked a great place for that, New York is known for its affordable prices," Bodega laughs, flipping your eggs, "But there are still some things you can do. Looking at a tree doesn't cost anything, last I checked."

"Where is Rockefeller Center? Might as well head there today, don't have much else to do."

"Want me to show you? My shift ends in fifteen minutes," Bodega asks, turning back to smile at you, "I just have to run back to my place to change real fast."

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you nod and walk back to the counter to pay as she wraps up your sandwich. You really weren't expecting to meet anyone while you were here, but you can't bring yourself to turn her down. She is pretty cute, all things considered...

"Thank you for the baconegg'ncheese! You're my favorite customer!" Bodega says, sliding your sandwich forward. You reach out to take it, but your fingers brush against hers and a jolt of electricity shoots up your arm, making you twitch and drop the sandwich on the floor.

"Sorry, I, uh..." you mumble, bending over to grab your food.

"You alright, bud?" she asks, leaning over the counter again. With sandwich in hand, you start to reply, but when you catch another glimpse of Bodega's breasts pressed together you stumble and fall forward. You manage to catch yourself on the edge of the counter with your hand rather than your face, but you still apologize profusely for being such a mess.

"Sorry, I haven't eaten all day, I'm a little light headed," you stammer, stepping back from Bodega's grinning face.

"Hey, it's alright. Go eat your sandwich, I'll meet you out front in a few minutes," she replies, patting your shoulder, "Just gotta finish up a few things."

Heading back outside, you open up the wrapper and take a bite of your baconegg'ncheese, the runny egg coating your tongue. Each ingredient is immediately distinct, but they all mingle together in savory harmony, the crispy bacon contrasting with the soft bread and gooey cheese. You can taste just a hint of sweetness and acidity breaking through the heavy flavors and you realize she must have added a bit of ketchup. It's a cheap sandwich from some corner store, but it's the greatest thing you've had in the city so far and you make a mental note to come back if you have the time. Just as you finish eating, you hear the door open up again and Bodega slips her arm through yours.

"You ready, bud? My place isn't too far, just a couple blocks down."

"Yeah, I'm good," you reply, already getting dragged by the arm towards her building. The wind howls as it passes between the skyscrapers overhead, and Bodega clutches at you tighter when it swirls around the two of you, ruffling her hair and clothes. 

"Aren't you cold?" you ask, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"It wasn't this bad when I left this morning, I thought it'd be fine," she stutters, teeth chattering, "We're almost there anyway, I can make it!"

Standing in front of Bodega to partially block the wind, you take off your jacket and hang it off her shoulders, helping her slip her arms through the sleeves once the gusts die down. You can make it another block or two, but she looks like she might collapse at any moment from the cold. After a few more minutes of walking and ducking into stores to hide from the wind, you finally make it to Bodega's apartment building and rush inside, sighing in relief. It looks fairly old, but you've noticed that most buildings in the city do. Must be hard to renovate when there's barely room to fit a car down most streets.

"Thank god, I really need to get some warmer clothes," Bodega groans, pressing her floor on the elevator, "Then we can go head to Rockefeller Center."

"Hey, I'm in no rush," you murmur, your arm pressed firmly against her chest as she holds onto you. Her soft breasts conform around your body, and you can feel her warm breath through your shirt as you wait for the elevator to stop. When the door finally opens, you almost collapse again as your muscles stop tensing.

"Here we are, come on in and make yourself at home. I'll just be a minute," Bodega calls as she runs off to her room. Taking a seat on the couch, you grab the remote and start flipping through channels idly while you wait, ending up on some old movie. As you lean over to rest on the arm of the sofa, you notice a small table beside it with an ashtray, but the cigarettes or cigars crumpled up inside it don't look like any you've seen before. Giving a quick whiff, they certainly don't smell like any either, but considering you're not really an avid smoker, it's not that surprising.

"Do you want some?" Bodega asks out of nowhere, causing you to jump. Turning around, you see she has a blanket wrapped around her as she walks towards you, taking a seat beside you on the couch.

"Some what?" you ask, clueless.

"Do you want to smoke some bud, bud?" she giggles, producing a brown papered cigar from beneath the blanket and offering it to you, "Might as well get the full New York experience."

"I don't know, I don't think I've ever..."

"You've never smoked? Well. I'm not going to say you have to, but it's worth trying everything once, right?" Bodega remarks, inching closer, "I don't mind sharing..."

Your lips start to form the word 'no' when the windows suddenly rattle violently, the wind outside howling once again and reminding you of how awful it is outside right now. Maybe staying inside isn't the worst idea, and your hotel is way across town...

"I suppose we can go see the tree later," you relent, taking the joint and looking it over, "So how does this work, exactly?"

"Here, you take this end, light the other, and inhale," Bodega instructs, brushing her fingertips against your lips as she places the home wrapped cigar in your mouth, "Don't worry about coughing, everyone does on their first time."

"Do you have a..."

"Oh yeah, here."

Reaching into her pocket, Bodega takes out a small lighter and brings it up to the joint, cupping her hand around the flame as she lights it.

"Alright, just inhale a little bit to get it lit... Good," she murmurs, "Now inhale through both your nose and mouth, then hold it."

Following her directions, you take a deep breath and try to keep it in, but you end up coughing it out in just a few seconds. You feel a bit lightheaded as you get it out, but you don't think it's from the weed.

"There you go, just breathe," Bodega whispers, rubbing your back slowly, "You just need to get used to it, then you'll be fine."

"I don't... Maybe it's just not for me..." you cough, head spinning.

"Here, I have an idea..."

Taking the joint from you, Bodega takes a long drag and presses her free hand to your chest, pushing you flat onto the couch. You can feel her soft breasts pressing against your chest as she follows you down, but when you try to say something, she presses her lips to yours and exhales, forcing the smoke into your lungs. Miraculously, you don't cough this time, and when she finally pulls back, you exhale without issue, lying dazed on the sofa.

"One more time," Bodega murmurs, bringing the joint back to her lips and sucking down another lungful before returning to you. Clutching lightly at her shirt, you feel Bodega send the smoke down your throat and you do your best to keep it in. Instead of pulling away like before, though, her lips stay planted on yours, moving slightly until you're locked in a deep kiss and the smoke slowly escapes out your nose. Tangled awkwardly on the couch, the two of you squirm to get comfortable, her thigh slipping between yours and rubbing against your crotch. 

Breaking free of the kiss for a moment, Bodega finishes off the joint and drops it into the ashtray behind you, and you prepare yourself for another shotgunning. Instead of shooting it down your throat like normal, however, she gently lets it fill your mouth before bringing her hand down to your waist and brushing it against the growing erection in your jeans. Gasping sharply, the smoke disappears into your lungs as she rubs her palm against your straining cock and makes you writhe beneath her, small wisps escaping from your mouth. Eventually, all the smoke fades into the air as Bodega kisses you, her lips traveling across your cheek to your neck as a wave of lethargy falls over you.

"Hey bud, you wanna stay in and watch a movie or something?" Bodega asks, pulling the blanket over the both of you. You try to move your head to nod, but everything feels so heavy and you only manage to let out an affirmative grunt. What was even playing?... It doesn't matter, it's fine anyway... It's so hard to keep your eyes open, but you feel so good...

Bodega rests her head on your chest as the two of you listen to the TV in the background, her hand still idly rubbing against your crotch. You manage to find the energy to push your hips up towards her, but the rest of your body feels like it's made of lead and remains firmly on the couch. After a few minutes of fondling you feel her fingers playing with your belt buckle, but you stay silent and stare up at the ceiling, trying to keep your breath steady. Quiet jingling and a slow zip later, and her fingers begin to creep inside your pants, pulling you through the hole in your boxers and gripping you lightly.

"You feeling okay?" Bodega murmurs, looking up at your face and planting a soft kiss on your chin.

"Yeah, I think so..." you breathe, letting out a soft gasp as she begins to stroke you. Your head is still spinning from the weed, but you feel great otherwise. Like nothing at all outside the apartment matters. 

You can feel Bodega shuffling on top of you as she adjusts the blanket, when suddenly your whole crotch feels like it was dipped in hot water and you finally break out of your catatonic state to look down. All you can see is Bodega's outline through the blanket, and you stare in brief confusion as it rises and falls rhythmically with wet slurping noises sneaking out from under the covers. 

"What are you..." you try to ask, but the only answer you receive is Bodega's lips gliding down your cock as she takes you to the base. Unable to keep your head up any longer, you collapse back and let her do as she pleases, panting heavily while she works you with her mouth. Her tongue traces and presses along the underside as she slides you between her lips, and you let out a weak moan when she brings her head up to focus on the tip, sucking excitedly and swirling her tongue over it. Gripping the couch cushions, you tense up inside Bodega's mouth when she takes you deeper again, unsure what to do. You'd only just met, but here you are, high on her couch and on the verge of cumming down her throat. 

"How are you doing there, bud?" Bodega whispers from underneath the blanket, and you blink suddenly, your mind erased. 

"Um, good..." you moan, trying to claw back the thoughts in your head. 

"Good, just keep this dick hard for me," she smirks, pulling the covers back and dragging her tongue slowly up the underside.

You don't think you could deny her that even if you wanted, but something about her voice makes it seem less like a request and more of command. Not that you can complain...

Wrapping her lips around the head of your cock, Bodega begins to tug at your jeans and slide them down your thighs little by little until they're bunched up around your ankles, her hands slipping through the legs of your boxers. With one hand wrapped around the base of your shaft, and the other firmly gripping your sensitive orbs, she begins to stroke you steadily until a drop of precum forms at the tip. Swirling her tongue quickly over the swollen head, Bodega repeats the motion to draw out more as you moan under your breath.

"You ever think about monogamy, bud? Like, really think about it?" Bodega asks between slurps, letting the tip of her tongue tickle the underside of your head.

"Huh?... I mean, not really..." you groan, blinking in confusion.

"To give yourself completely to one person, body and soul..." she goes on, pausing briefly to suck out another helping of pre, "Doesn't that sound nice?"

"I... I guess..."

You're not really sure what she's talking about, but you don't want her to stop either.

"And not just the usual things, I'm talking about ALL of you. To be used however your partner wants," she murmurs, squeezing your balls lightly, "Do you think you'd ever let someone do that?"

"Do... Do what?"

"Give yourself completely to someone else, let them use you like a slut," Bodega whispers, pulling your thighs apart, "Be reduced down to a hole for someone to fuck."

"I don't know about tha-" you start to answer, but Bodega's finger tapping on your backdoor makes your voice catch in your throat. Strange tingles shoot up throughout your waist every time she makes contact, but you're not sure whether you like it or not.

"Something to think about, bud," she chuckles quietly, taking you back into her mouth. You try to relax and focus on her soft lips surrounding your cock, but you can't stop thinking about how you felt when she touched your hole and clench reflexively, bearing down on an invisible invader. Throwing your arm over your eyes, you bite your lip and try to distract yourself but images of Bodega's grinning face over yours keep flashing into your mind's eye, until you finally break down.

"M-maybe it'd be nice," you stammer, spreading your legs wider and hiding your reddening face with your arm, "Try everything once, right?"

"Yeah, try everything once," Bodega smiles, tapping your hole again, "You got a condom?"

"Uh, wallet, I think..." you mumble, trying to slow your breath. You're still not sure what you just agreed to, but it's too late to back out now. Propping your head up carefully, you watch as Bodega slips your pants off your ankles and digs through your pockets, pulling out a gold wrapped condom from inside your wallet. 

"Don't want to make a mess, do we?" she murmurs, ripping it open and rolling it carefully down your shaft, "Now don't move, I'll be right back."

Lying half naked on a random rat girl's couch while high out of your mind was not what you planned for this morning, but apparently anything can happen in New York. Still, it could have been worse. You could have actually gone to go look at a tree and thought that was a good way to spend the day. 

"Alright, I'm back!" Bodega interrupts your thoughts as she hops back onto the couch, "Now let's get these off for you."

Hooking her fingers into the waist of your boxers, she pulls them down gently, making sure not to hurt your latex wrapped cock. With your underwear finally out of the way, she turns her attention back to you and gives you a few strokes in preparation for whatever's next. But when you manage to bring your head up to see what's happening, you notice she's still fully clothed.

"Aren't you gonna, uh... I mean... How are we..." you ask incoherently, your brain still ten steps behind. 

"Oh, we're still gonna," Bodega laughs, crawling up your body and straddling your torso, "Don't you worry. Now open up, bud."

Blinking a few times, your jaw falls open before you can think about what's going on, and something heavy slaps down onto your tongue. Crossing your eyes in confusion, you see Bodega has some kind of harness over her shorts with a thick black shaft extending from it. It doesn't really taste of anything as she pushes her hips forward, but it's a bit rubbery and flexes slightly to conform to your mouth.

"That's a good boy, it's important to reciprocate," Bodega sighs under her breath, sliding the strange object back and forth past your lips. You try to say something, but you're too mesmerized to do anything but stare at the button on Bodega's shorts as it moves. The end of whatever's in your mouth keeps prodding against the back of your throat and making you gag, but it only seems to spur her on further until it's almost buried in your maw. She keeps pushing forward insistently to slip it further down your throat, pulling free just as you start to see spots in front of your eyes.

"Sorry, got a little carried away," Bodega apologizes, wiping tears from your eye with her thumb, "Let's change positions, bud."

Slipping off the couch, Bodega takes you by the hand and helps you to your feet, keeping you upright briefly before lowering you to your knees.

"Wait, what are you... What is that?" you ask, trying to make sense of what's happening.

"It's just a little toy we're gonna play with," Bodega replies, sitting back on the couch and parting her legs, "Now come here and get yourself acquainted."

Patting her lap, Bodega beckons you forward and you catch yourself shuffling forward before you can stop yourself. Now that you're face to face with it, you see that her 'toy' is oddly phallic shaped and you tense up out of reflex, your cock jumping between your thighs. 

"What are you waiting for, bud? Don't you want to get your lips around it?" Bodega asks with a sly smile, and you find yourself bracing yourself on her thighs as she guides your mouth forward. The soft rubbery length makes contact with your lips, and you briefly consider pulling away, but by the time you finish the thought you've already taken it halfway. Her fingers run through your hair as she helps you swallow it down, and you end up stroking yourself while sucking on her fake cock. 

"Aren't you a bad boy, touching yourself without permission," Bodega laughs, watching your cheeks flush pink, "But I don't mind. You do seem to be enjoying yourself."

Sitting on the edge of the couch, Bodega angles her toy straight out and slides her hand around to the back of your head, pulling your face into her crotch firmly. The fake dick is too big to hold your lips around comfortably, and you end up drooling all over it, and subsequently the floor, but she seems determined to bottom out inside your throat.

"Just relax your throat, don't fight it," she whispers, "Give in to it. Give in to me. That's it, bud..."

Blinking a few times, you feel yourself relax and slide forward, your lips landing against her plastic harness. With the entirety of her shaft buried in your throat, you feel something strange welling up inside you, and before you can even think of pulling free, you squirt white into your condom. Still impaled on Bodega's cock, you shake through your orgasm and finally start to inch yourself off her shaft, coughing when it slips out of your throat. 

"Hey, that was a pretty goo- Wait, did you cum from sucking my dick?" Bodega exclaims, "Holy shit, you're perfect..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..." you mumble, hanging your head, but Bodega pulls your face up by your chin and kisses you deeply.

"Don't worry about it, there's plenty more in there and I'm gonna work it out of you," she replies, leading you back to the couch, "Just get on your back, bud..."

With trembling limbs, you lie back down in the same position as before and sink into the cushions, still not sure why you're continuing on with this, but every time you start to question your position your mind seems to go blank instantly. Is this what it's like to be high?... It doesn't seem to be affecting Bodega that much...

"W-what should I do?" you ask, looking up at Bodega as she kneels between your legs.

"Just sit tight, I'll do all the work," she whispers, pulling a small bottle from her back pocket, "You're doing great so far."

Before you can say anything else, Bodega pops the cap of the bottle and pours some kind of liquid onto her hand, rubbing it into her strap-on slowly as she watches you tremble beneath her. When she's finished preparing herself, she pours a bit over your condom covered shaft and lets it drip down, cupping her hand beneath your balls and letting it pool in her palm.

"Here we go, just stay relaxed," Bodega murmurs, and you feel the tip of her finger pressing against your hole again. Familiar shivers travel throughout your lower body when she touches you, but instead of pulling away like before, she keeps up the pressure until her digit slips inside. 

"Wait, I don't know if... This is... ah..." you gasp, bearing down on her finger. Her entry hurts a little bit, but the slick liquid on her finger prevents you from keeping her out. 

"Shhh, you're doing fine. Just breathe..."

Bodega keeps whispering as she slides her finger deeper, bringing her palm up and letting the rest of the slimy lube land on your skin. You do your best to stop clenching, but your ring seems to have a mind of its own and tenses up every few seconds. The next few minutes pass agonizingly slowly as Bodega fingers you slowly, but by the end of it you start to adjust a bit more to her intrusion.

"I think you're ready," Bodega smiles, slipping her finger free, "Now take a deep breath..."

"A deep breath? For wha-" you ask, but you get your answer when Bodega picks up your leg and rests it on her shoulder, bringing her hips in towards yours. The rounded tip of her strap-on circles your anus dangerously, but you're still too weak to resist. After prodding for a while around the mark, she finally manages to hit home and you inhale sharply, signaling that she's found her target. You try to move your hips away to the side, but Bodega holds you still and maintains pressure on your hole, the slippery tip starting to ease you open. 

"Normally I'd say don't fight it," Bodega sighs, "But I don't mind if you struggle a bit."

With your limbs still feeling like they're made of cement, it takes all your energy just to bring your hips up and away from Bodega's toy for a moment. Unfortunately, she takes the opportunity to slide forward and angle her strap-on up, and when you quickly run out of stamina you find yourself pressed firmly against it. 

"Wow, what a mess you've put yourself in," Bodega chuckles, holding your waist up, "But my arms are getting reeaally tired..."

"Wait- ah..." you gasp, feeling yourself gradually sink lower. With gravity's assistance, the slick head of the fake cock begins to work its way in, stretching you wider by the second, until it finally pops inside and you bear down instantly.

"Ah.. It's... I can't... It's big..." you pant, but with all the energy sapped from your body, the only way is down. As Bodega's strap-on sinks deeper into you, her grin grows wider, and when you've taken it to the hilt she begins to readjust.

"You like it, don't you bud?" Bodega teases, leaning over you and letting your leg fall to the side, "You swallowed that thing up completely!"

You try to shake your head no, but even breathing is a chore right now. Your stretched hole burns painfully, and you can't help but clamp down on the cock buried in your guts as Bodega holds herself inside you. 

"It's... too big..." you manage to exhale, but Bodega simply waves your complaint off and brings her hand down to your waist.

"You're doing just fine, bud. Here, let me help you loosen up," she smiles, wrapping her fingers around your half hard cock and stroking you slowly. Even with her strap-on buried inside you, your cock begins to swell once more until it's once again at full mast inside the condom. After a minute or two of steady rubbing, you feel yourself starting to relax around Bodega's toy as she begins to move her hips.

"So how's it feel?" Bodega asks under hushed breaths, rubbing the head of your cock with her thumb.

"I don't know... Hurts... But kinda good?..." you groan, overwhelmed by the sensations. Your hole clings to every inch of her shaft as she drags it out, but when your legs tighten reflexively around her waist she takes it as a sign to drive it back in, forcing a strained moan from your lips. 

"What I meant was, how does it feel to be reduced to just a hole?" Bodega clarifies, thrusting into you faster, "You said you wanted to try it, so how is it? Do you like being a slutty toy for me to use?"

Her words barely register as she begins to slam into you in earnest, and you tighten your legs around her waist in response, clutching desperately at her shirt. You didn't really feel anything but pain when she first penetrated, but now it's as if electricity is spiking throughout your lower body every time she hits a certain spot inside you. 

"Oh, I wish you could see your face right now. It's so cute..." Bodega sighs, propping herself up over you, "Right when I... there!"

Hammering into you with shallow thrusts, Bodega aims her attention on the spot that makes you make whatever face she's enamored with. Unfortunately, it's the same spot that sends pins and needles throughout your waist, and after a solid minute of focused thrusts, your whole body tenses up and you send another spurt of seed into the condom. 

"That's what I've been dying to see!" Bodega grins, fucking you through your orgasm, "Tighten up for me, squirt it all out!"

Hiking your legs over her shoulders, the manic rat girl pounds you into the couch and wrings another anal orgasm out of you, laughing hysterically as you grimace. Your ring clenches tight around her strap-on, but there's no stopping her from bullying your boy button and soon your whole waist turns numb from the overstimulation. With your legs shaking beside her head, Bodega bottoms out one more time and leans in closer, bringing her lips to yours in a rough kiss and drawing out one last load from your flagging cock.

On the verge of passing out, you collapse utterly into the couch and let out a soft groan. Your leg still twitches every once in a while, but it's completely out of your control. 

"I think you're a natural," Bodega compliments you, pulling the sagging condom off your length, "Maybe you should extend your stay in New York by a few days."

Too tired to reply, you sigh noncommittally and try to think back on what just happened and how you ended up here. You were just going to go see some Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center, then...

"Feel like hanging out some more? Free room and board. Well, almost free. What do you say, bud?"

Blink.