‘Revenge of the Weak’ by furvoreite

“Alison, hurry!” – I yell – “For the thousandth time, take those damn high heels off!”

“I already told you, I don’t have any other shoes!”

“Then run barefoot, for goodness’ sake!”

“I already told you this too, I can’t! My feet are delicate!”

Honestly, I’ll never understand some people. I look over my shoulder and primal fear immediately fills my heart as soon as I lay eyes on the five giant rats running after us, squeaking and clicking their tongues as they do. I do my best to not let that fear paralyse me, though it’s not easy. I fix my eyes on one of the rats – the one ahead of the others, the one whose ferocity makes his eyes seem almost red, the leanest and shaggiest one of the bunch. He’s a strange one; there is an air of frightening determination about him, and his eyes are always fixed on me. Not on Alison, not on James, only on me. Is he rabid or something? His fur isn’t even shiny like the others’; it’s oily, dirty, and very sparse in some places.

There is a loud creaking noise all of a sudden.

“They’re closing the gate!” – James shouts, looking at me in terror.

“Holy mother of shit! They must’ve noticed the rats!”

Faster, faster, I know we can make it! I run ahead with all the strength in my body. We have no weapons, nothing to defend ourselves with, nothing to treat wounds; if we don’t make it through that gate in time, if we don’t get to the safety of this village before they close the door shut, we are all done for. Come on, Alex, you can do it! Almost there!

When I am only a few metres from the almost closed, wooden gate, I hear something.

“Eek!” – comes a scream from behind me.

I turn around to see Alison collapse to the ground as the heel of her shoe gets jammed in the rocky ground.

“Goodness’ sake, Alison!” – I shout, my shoes sliding across the rocks as I abruptly stop and turn to run towards her just as James runs through the gap still left between the closing gate and the ground.

Just as Alison gets to her feet, I reach her, grabbing her slim, light body with both my hands and literally throwing her, putting all my strength into the throw. Sorry, lass. She flies through the air and ends up right under the closing gate. With a cry of terror, she rolls to the side just as the gate shuts tight. Facing the gate, I collapse to my knees, a terrified smile on my face. At least they made it. Thank you, muscles; you did a great job. Immediately, the sound of claws scratching stone is right behind me, pink feet pinning me to the ground and, to my annoyance, turning me to lie on my back; if I’m about to get eaten, I’d rather be looking at the ground. I might be a well-built, strong young man, but right now I’m scared like a little kid. I think I just did a little pee-pee.

Well, if there’s any good news, it’s that it wasn’t the lean, feral rat who got to me first; I’m pretty sure pieces of me would be flying through the air right now if that were the case. I close my eyes as four wet, twitchy noses start sniffing me – my feet, chest, face and even my crotch. A shiver runs down my spine when I open them again, for looming above me is the shaggy rat, his burning eyes staring right into my soul. He says a few words to the other rats. They quietly argue for a moment. To my absolute horror, once they stop talking, four of the rats turn and begin to walk away, leaving me with the one whose mere presence is thunder itself.

I stare at the rat, not daring to move a muscle. He clicks his tongue in disgust before placing a greasy paw slap-bang on my face and, with a single swipe, rips off all my clothes with the other paw. He then takes the paw off my face and jams my wide-eyed head into his mouth. He then walks off, dragging my naked body across the ground in-between his legs. The rocks are cutting my skin, but I hardly notice; I’m way too creeped out by the hot tongue pressing against my face, the thick saliva enveloping my head and the hot breath that smells of digesting meat. Then there are those bits of flesh in-between the rodent’s yellow teeth; I wish I didn’t know what they were.. I swallow my saliva.

From the small gap between the rat’s teeth I see the top of the stone wall surrounding the village. Wait, is that...people standing there? Yes, it’s people! And they’re looking straight at me!

“Help me!” - I shout, waving my hand from under the rat’s body.

Immediately, the rat clamps down on my head even tighter, his tongue sealing my mouth shut, his teeth digging into my skin. I cough and sputter, trying the get rat spit out of my mouth, but it’s no use. Taking a deep breath, I try not to think about the thick, sticky slime in my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the guards cower in terror before kneeling down to be out of sight. Ah, what was I expecting?

Now that the initial horror has died down within me, I start feeling the soreness of my skin as it’s dragged across the rocky ground. Where is the rat taking me? Just as I think that, he spits my head out and I hit the ground with a thud. I look around – we’re by a small lake surrounded by a thick ring of trees. There is nobody else around, it’s only me and the rat. I look up at him as he places his front paws on my chest and leans in close, so close that I can feel his hot breath on my face and his whiskers tickling my cheeks.

“So...eating time?”

“Not quite yet.” – answers the rat in almost a whisper – “Do you know who I am?”

“Some kind of rat boss?” – I guess.

He slaps me in the face, his claws making a few cuts in my skin.

“What was that for?!”

“So you don’t remember me. I thought as much.”

“Remember?”

“All we wanted were a few measly scraps. We were hungry, cold and soaking wet. But no! You had to come down. You had to find us and start chasing us around with a broom. You hit my mother so hard she flew across the room and crashed against the wall. I watched her die.”

Wait, is he talking about that one time…

* * *

The sky was the greyest I’ve ever seen. I was eight or nine at the time and helping my mother with kneading dough.

“What was that?” – my mum said suddenly as a loud thud came from the cellar.

“I’ll check it out!”

I opened the trapdoor and started descending down the old, creaking steps when, all of a sudden, I noticed two pairs of small, gleaming eyes staring right at me in the darkness. Instantly, I grabbed the broom hanging on a nail in the wall and charged in.

“Out! Get out of here, you filthy vermin!”

I loved doing this; it felt empowering to have other creatures at your mercy, especially that I used to be the weakest at school.

“Take that!” - I shouted, swiping one of the rats with the broom.

However, I didn’t realise how stiff the broom’s bristles were; before I even realised what happened, a loud thud filled the room and, the next thing I knew, the rat I hit was lying by one of the walls. Sprawled. Silent. Still. I gritted my teeth. I didn’t really mean to do that. Still, it was just a rat, I thought; nothing to be worried about. It’s not like they are conscious being like humans – they just exist to make our lives easier.

As I turned to leave the cellar, I jumped at the sight of a man at the top of the stairs.

“Don’t take your anger out on the weak, child, for you never know when the tables will turn.”

“But, grandpa, it’s just a rat!”

“My boy, and aren’t you ‘just’ a human?”

* * *

I smile. I was so different back then. Is it really me in these old memories? Another clawy slap in the face brings my mind back down to earth.

“What are you smiling about?! It’s just a game to you, isn’t it; after all, you’re a human. You kill for fun.” – says the rat with determination – “I assure you, though; you won’t be laughing once you’re going down my throat.”

“It’s not that. I’m sorry. You see –“

“I don’t want your apologies. I want revenge.” – the rat says in a dangerous whisper.

I open my mouth to speak, only to choke on my words as a huge penis slides out from in-between the rat’s legs. Before I can protest, he shoves it right down my throat.

“Suck it! You humans think we’re gross, don’t you? You shudder just at the thought of touching one of us. I hope you enjoy drinking every last drop of my cum!”

The rat violently pushes his cock all the way in before withdrawing it a little and then pushing it back in again, carrying on like this with very rough, very fast movements. I feel like my oesophagus is about to burst; the hard, tender rod barely fits in. I feel like I’m gonna vomit, but not from having my mouth filled with throbbing rat genitalia. It’s the gag reflex. I think I would have actually vomited once or twice, but the fit is so tight that all the stomach acid came straight back down, not a single drop of it able to slip past the rat’s penis. To be fair, I was grossed out beyond belief when I first tasted his flesh, but it’s alright now. For some reason, knowing who the rat has made me calm down; I’m no longer so terrified, and neither am I as grossed out by him as I was at first. He’s not just some ferocious stranger any more. He’s angry with me, and he has every reason to be so.

As I begin enjoying the heat in my chest from the rat’s cock rubbing against my gullet, the penis starts throbbing much more violently, much more purposefully before a sea of semen is pumped right into my stomach. Even when it’s full, the seed doesn’t stop coming, filling my stomach up and stretching it like a balloon. When there is nothing more to come out of the rat, he collapses on top of me, panting, squishing me with his heavy weight.

“So, are you letting me go now?” – I ask the heavily-breathing rat.

“Of course I’m...letting you go. Into my...stomach.”

Now that the fear of the unknown is gone, I can feel my old desires returning. No matter how much I try to suppress them, it’s no use; simply having the rat’s weight on top of me, hearing his belly rumble through the thick layers of muscle and fur and knowing I’m going in there in a matter of minutes is enough to give me an erection. I know what I should be doing – trying to explain myself, apologising, trying everything I can to save my life. But I can’t. Ever since all animals mysteriously became huge, it’s been known that, for an as-of-yet-unknown reason, they specifically need to eat humans to survive.

It’s not hard to figure out why this rat looks so malnourished; we’ve been stalked by him and his pals for just over a week now. My guess is that he recognised me the first time I saw him in his giant form and swore to himself to not eat anything until he has me digesting away inside of him. I can be very persuasive when I need to be, but there’s no need for that now; he is so full of anger and bitterness that he needs to have his revenge on me. If I interfere now and mess with his brain, I fear he might break entirely and wither away.

The most difficult part is going to be trying to not seem excited or aroused – this would just fuel his anger. I’m gonna have to pretend I’m terrified. Although…now that he collected himself off of me and has his lips only millimetres away from my face, I realise the terror might not even have to be fake. It’s funny really – to be aroused and terrified by someone at the same time. It’s an adrenaline bomb.

The rat opens his mouth, fountains of drool pouring out of it onto my face as the starving rat can barely contain himself and not wolf me down in an instant. He places my head in his jaws, his hot tongue once again pressed against my face. I smile. The rat takes my head out abruptly. I’m still grinning.

“No, I’m not letting you die this soon; you can wipe that moronic smile off your stupid face.”

Changing his mind, the rat turns around, his balls hanging right above my face. Oh, right – I’m supposed to be terrified.

“Wait! Don’t eat me! Please, I’m begging you! What happened back then, when I –“

I don’t get to finish my sentence as a warm, sweaty rat foot lands on my mouth, its caws digging into my neck as the toes curl around my chin.

“Mmmf! Mm-ooof-mmph!”

“Shut up!” – commands the rat, but I manage to catch a glimpse of the satisfied, ruthless smile on his face.

I shudder from excitement as my bare, right foot is enveloped in silky smoothness and warmth. However, when the rat’s sharp, slim-covered teeth find my foot, it all turns into the sound of crunching bones, a slurping rat and unbelievable pain shooting up my leg as my foot is crushed and chewed into a pulp. He licks his lips as he swallows my clearly delicious foot with a wet gulp. To the rat’s amusement, tears stream from my eyes. Damn you, pain!

“Oh? Need your mummy?” – he teases – “Call out and maybe she’ll come. I will give her a warm welcome, I promise you. A very warm welcome indeed.”

He has a nasty smile on his bloodied muzzle as he returns to chow on my leg. No, both of my legs at the same time now. Slowly, carefully, so as not to make the rat suspicious, I reach with my right hand for my armpit and release the little capsule I always carry there for precisely such situations. It’s a painkiller. An ultimate painkiller – I won’t feel anything or even be able to move for a while after taking it. I hold the capsule against my lips. Seriously, am I so pathetic that I can’t even endure a little bit of pain? To eat it or not to eat it – that is the question. After a while of thinking, I pierce the capsule on one of the rat’s claws and let the clear, blue liquid spill on the ground. I’m a man, dammit! I’ll die like a man!

Something feels strange. He was clearly savouring me when he first started to eat – when he was eating my foot –, but now he lost all control and is wolfing me down uncontrollably. I don’t even think he’s bothering to rip off chunks of me – he’s swallowing me whole like a snake, only taking a few (powerful) bites here and there to get all the flavour, slurping up whatever liquids come out of me. It feels strange as my body gets deeper and deeper inside the rat’s throat as it’s still in one piece, muscles squirming against me to try and pull down the rat’s meal of which half is still outside.

To my surprise, by the time the rat reaches and nibbles on my thigh, I hardly notice any pain, be it from the rat’s claws digging into my skin or his razor-sharp incisors occasionally ripping into my flesh – it’s like my body was warning me of danger at first, but eventually gave up, allowing me to at least stop gritting my teeth and watch in disbelief as more and more of my body disappears inside the rat, sucked into a dark abyss from which there is no return.

A sharp slap on my face wakes me up from daydreaming.

“What is that?!” – demands the angry rat, the reddish light in his eyes glowing brighter than before.

I can hardly make out what he’s saying with his mouth (and throat) full of me.

He points to my stiff, erect penis. Oh dear.

“Well, it looks like an adverse reaction of my body getting eaten. Come on, do you think my body wouldn’t react to that?!”

The rat stares at me suspiciously, but eventually buys it. Phew. I don’t want him having any regrets now; I’m actually loving the passion he is devouring me with. The rat doesn’t turn around or place his foot on me again, but instead places his hands on my torso and…oh God. I look, wide-eyed, as he takes a huge bite into my crotch, chewing away all my manliness.

In the blink of an eye, I find that only my head is outside the rat’s maw now, his glistening lips pressing against my chin, my remaining foot already in the rat’s stomach, itching like crazy from the acids.

“Time to dive deeeeeep inside me, boy.” – the rat says, slobbering all over my face in the process.

While the muscles of his throat still squirm angrily, unable to push me down, the rat stares deeply into my eyes before popping my entire head in his mouth. There is spit everywhere, getting in my nose, my mouth and my ears. The rat then pulls my head out again.

“Mmmm. You would make a scrumptious lollipop.” – he says.

He then drags his incisors across my face back and forth with just enough force to make a very light scratch on my skin while he thinks aloud.

“Hmm. It’s such a tough decision; I could chew your head up and enjoy the juiciness of a watermelon with the taste of wonderfully fresh meat, or I could swallow it whole and feel the delightful bulge of my enemy sliding down into my ravenous gut. Decision, decisions.”

I know what he’s doing – trying to prolong my terror, playing with me like a cat playing with a mouse. To a certain extent, this is torture indeed, but not in the way the rat intended; the excitement flowing through my veins is increasing exponentially, and I feel like I’m going to go insane from the sheer will to already be inside him and let his body claim mine as its nourishment, its servant, its slave.

Finally, the rat’s tongue slides out, wraps around the top of my head and gently pushes me inside the wet maw. By the look in the rat’s eyes, I am certain about something: this time, it’s for real. This time, when I look at the black depths of his throat getting closer and closer, I know this is my final destination. This time, when I glance at the yellow, bloodied teeth and the black, glistening lips, I know they will seal me inside this individual forever. This time, when I look at the rat’s eyes, I see the triumphant, cold, cruel gaze of the one who will now absorb me and make my very existence a mere meal to be soon forgotten about.

And, just like that, the rat’s mouth closes as my entire body is within him and he gulps loudly, sending my head down that one tunnel you see the entrance of every single day of your life, but never think will get the chance to explore it any further. I feel kinda honoured – not everyone gets to know somebody from the inside. I blush. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this is even more intimate than sex. The muscles of the rat’s oesophagus, gravity and even my own weight all combine forces to pull me down, down, down into the rat’s stomach, all believing that the only thing I’m good for is being rat food.

As soon as I slip into the stomach, acidic fumes fill my lungs and I cough uncontrollably, while gasping for air. Instead of air, though, all I apparently deserve is rat breath mixed with vomit fumes. Not that I mind; as soon as openings in the stomach closed on my entrance, my fate was sealed, a beautiful fate I am proud of. Being rat food might sound utterly degrading, but I don’t care – I’m so happy to fill this beautiful creature’s belly. Speaking of which, I stopped sloshing around in the stomach and hear the rat breathing in a very deep, calm, rhythmical manner. He’s asleep, and the calmness of everything around me, as well as the comforting body sounds echoing all around me, are making me sleepy too.

Isn’t it funny? We associate sounds of the body with safety, possibly because we’ve always heard them in our mother’s womb. And now here I am, feeling safer than ever in my life, feeling like in my mother’s womb, mercilessly being digested to death. Oh, the irony. Nonetheless, I soon can’t take it any more and close my eyes, letting myself fall asleep, giving my body over to the rat’s.

* * *

His fur once again shiny and muscles strong, the rat lowers his muzzle to the water, drinking peacefully from the lake. He can’t remember the last time he felt so calm and collected; it’s like a terrible burden has been taken off his shoulders, a burden that was slowly driving him insane. It feels so good to have the souls of your enemies flowing through your blood, completely at your mercy even after death. Humans are so clueless – they think something as insignificant as death will give them peace and hide them from him. How pathetic!

“I can hear you, you know.” – I say.

“You’re finally awake, are you? Good. You were quite the morsel; look, I’ve even gotten some fat on my belly!”

“So, what’re you going to do to me? I’ve no idea what you can do, to be honest.”

“Pretty much anything I want.” – he says with a mischievous grin – “I’ve sent some of the souls I’ve eaten down into my crotch; the extra pressure makes orgasms extra pleasant.”

“Are you seriously gonna talk about orgasms with me? Ouch!”

What did he just do?! It felt like a slap in the face. From Hercules.

“You are a part of my body now – what are you so embarrassed about?!”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Now, returning to the subject. Some of the other souls I’ve sent into my mouth to help clean my teeth. Very helpful, you know.”

“Doesn’t seem to work. Your teeth are yellow.”

Another slap.

“So ignorant! That’s a layer of special, yellow, enamel rodents have on the front of their teeth; it makes them harder on the front while being softer on the back, helping them stay super sharp. You can’t say that doesn’t work, now, can you?” - the rat says with a smirk.

“Oh,” – he continues – “and I’ve sent quite a few into my feet. I needed them as far away from my brain as possible because they were damn loud and annoying. I tried my tail first, but they kept swinging it this way and that. The feet are great, though; it’s stuffy, moist and stinky in there. The perfect prison!”

“So...is that where I’m going?”

“No. It’s a prison for those who keep refusing to cooperate and do their duties, as eaten souls, of helping to run my body. I think you’re willing to cooperate, right?”

“What makes you think that?”

“Don’t think I didn’t feel your sexual excitement when I was eating you – I was just so angry that I tried to persuade myself that it’s something else. Now that I think about it, though, it’s perfectly clear that you were enjoying being eaten. You’re such a weirdo, you know.”

“Okay, well...that’s very embarrassing.”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” – he says – “We are one now.”

“Wait, why are you so nice to me.”

Ouch. Not another one!

“As your soul is currently at my disposal, I can feel certain things. Meh, I’ll be blunt – I know all your thoughts, all your dark secrets and all your memories. I know everything. And I know that you honestly want to fix what you did to my mother, if only you could. You’re not as bas as I thought you were. I mean, back when you were a kid you were horrible; you’d be going somewhere even worse than my feet. You’ve changed, though.”

“Let me take a minute to process that.” – I say, blushing.

Can ghosts even blush?

“Anyways, you’ll be going to my stomach to help with digestion!”

“Great. Can I go there now?”

“Sure. I need to get going. Got stuff to do.”

The rat pushes me down into his stomach. I rest in the acids. It feels like a warm jacuzzi. It’s super relaxing. Man, I feel like Dracula; I’m resting in my own grave. Still, I can’t help but smile; this is more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. My fantasies came true. I no longer have to worry about anything other than helping my rat friend stay alive. I no longer feel any negative human emotions; I feel so...blissful and care-free. I close my eyes and sigh with content.