Mutant Tails 3

Monroe’s hands slid along the soft supple body of the tribe elder. They stood In the partly rebuilt ruins of the town the rodent clan had claimed as their own. While it had a long way to go to being a proper town it was serviceable and safe. 

The two were kissing each other deeply, Monroe delighting in feeling the elder running her fingers through his hair. He had dreamed and spent many nights with his hand fantasizing about this day. Since he was old enough to have desires he had desired the broodmother elder. However he soon realized that her body, being over two centuries old, was not meant for strenuous activity. As much as he wanted to rock her world, he feared doing any damage and kept his lusts to himself. That was until Claire entered the tribe and using her Before Person knowledge was able to use some fungi from the metro and nearby plants to make a potion that gave every rodent renewed strength. It was like a miracle and even the most weary soul had energy to work and play harder.

The biggest transformation was in the elderly. Before simply walking too much would hurt her back and some tribe mate would need to help lower her to a seating position to rest. But now she seemed as spry and lively as she was when she was twenty years old. And much to Monroe's relief she kept her current appearance.

The gentle smell of incense burned around the two and they were lit by candle light. Monre invited the elder to this room where he had set up a scavenged mattress and everything else the duo would need for a romantic evening. He even found an old CD, covered in drawings of hearts. While he couldn't recognize the instruments used in the songs he knew it had a romantic tone. The very idea of previous generations of Hue-mans mating to the sounds of these songs excited him greatly.

The elder pulled back letting out a soft moan as Monre did not let up and licked at her neck.

“Monroe, I have not felt a stirring in my loins like this in ages. But, there are plenty of younger rats in the tribe for you to mate with, surely you can-”

She was silenced by Monroe gently placing a finger on her lips. “There are none more beautiful. Elder, I have dreamed of this day for as long as i can remember, but no dream ever came close to the joy i feel now.”

The elder was short, the top of her head only reaching to about his pectoral muscles. Looking up to meet the gaze of her suitor she saw many things. Lust, desire, but above all a sense of love. She had to look away, suddenly feeling shy. 

“You don't need to call me Elder. Call me Sofia.”

“Such a beautiful name.” Monroe muttered as he kept kissing with renewed vigor. He ran his hands down her sides, gliding across ribs and down to her hips. They were as soft and wonderful as he had imagined. He pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together as they embraced. He could feel her sagging breasts against his chest, the softness of her stomach, her hot breath. Every bit intoxicated Monroe and pushed him further into lust.

Sofia reached down gripping her loincloth. Monroe stepped back, enjoying the sight of the elder fully undressing in the candle light. She stood fully naked, leaving the male momentarily dumbstruck. Her hair and fur was graying in parts, discoloring parts with splotches to show her age. She was plus sized, with large sagging breasts, plump belly, and soft arms and legs. Most of all was her tender smile, seeing how much Monroe enjoyed the show. He had to fight every urge in his body to not tackle her and fuck her then and there. As much as he would love to, the male knew properly building up to it would be all the sweeter. 

Monroe guided her to sit on the bed, and he stole a glance at her bare ass as it jiggled with every step. Her butt had several dimples, each one Monroe wanted to kiss individually. When she sat the male knelt in front of her, slowly moving himself to her crotch. 

“Wait.” She said, “I have not had a chance to wash up in some time, I am sweaty down there.”

This did not deter Monroe, and in fact only spurred him on further. He needed to taste her, all of her. He brought his muzzle to her inner thigh, planting a kiss on her leg. He loved her body, he wanted to make sure he knew how much he loved every inch of her. He kissed again. And again. Then opened his mouth letting his tongue slide across her leg in one big long lick. Sofia moaned and by reflex pressed her legs together, sandwiching Monroe’s head between them. The male rat brought up his arms and wrapped them around her legs, desiring as much direct contact with her as possible. He moved closer to her womanhood and could see she was already becoming wet. While she was covered in fur all over her pubic region was especially hairy, covered in long curly hairs. He took a deep long sniff, smelling her sweat and glistening vagina. It was like a drug and he couldn't get enough. Once more he smelled her, the earthy aroma overtaking his nostrils and swimming in his head. He wanted to command her to never bathe again.

He opened his mouth again, licking at her slit. At first he teased, only letting his tongue glide across the outer lips. He wanted to take his time and enjoy her body fully. His resolve ended quickly when he heard the elder let out a deep and passionate moan. “It's been ages since any man did this to me!”

Monroe couldn't hold himself back and threw aside all inhibition and dug in, burying his face in her crotch and licking with wild abandon. Her taste was everything he wanted as was her smell. He brought his tongue low, starting at the very end of her ass and moved all the way to the top of her vagina, slowing down only at her clit. He moved back and positioned his thumbs on either side of her lips to pull them apart and was greeted with bright pink. Elder got shy blushing but any embarrassment went away when Monroe renewed his licking, going as deep as he could. Sofia couldn't contain her lusty moans as a pleasure she had not felt in years awakened in her. This kept up for some time, the two lost in their passions. 

Only when Monore realized he needed air did he stop, moving back to take a deep breath. He looked up at Sofia, who was breathing heavily. She could see Monroe’s muzzle was slick with her juices and smiled. She beckoned him to stand up. “You got me all warmed up, only fair I return the favor.”

Monroe smirked, moving his hands to take off his jockstrap that struggled to contain his erection.

“Now, it's been some time since I did something like this so-”

Her excuses were stopped suddenly, the male’s penis fully extended after finally being freed. It bobbed in her eyesight for a second, leaving her dumbstruck. “Its fucking huge.”

Monroe’s brow raised. He wasn't used to hearing the usually dignified elder swear, but he did like it. “Well if it's too much for you we could try to take it easy.”

“Oh no, young man, momma’s got this.” She said as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. 

The male felt a jolt run though him, both at her referring to herself as momma and at the softness of her hand. Sofia examined his penis for a moment. It had to have been a foot long, thick, and hard as a rock. She pushed it up gently to look at his balls. Her mind raced at the image of them shooting all the cum in those nuts. She leaned in and kissed his scrotum. They were warm on her lips and his own musk hit her nose. She couldn't get enough, so she kept kissing all the while pumping this dick. The woman let her tongue out and licked all the way from the base to the very end of his dick in a slow deliberate motion. Monroe could help but let out a whispered swear as the sensation hit him. She opened her muzzle as wide as she could, for a moment before leaning forward and trying to take as much in as she could. The elder was able to get halfway down his length before stopping. She moved her head back and forth, and Monroe was feeling very good. Despite himself he felt a sense of masculine pride. “It's ok if you can't take it all.”

Suddenly her eyes went up and met him with a fierce determination. Monroe was taken aback. Suddenly she grabbed his ass and pulled him closer. Slowly and surely she took it all down her throat.

The male tried to say something to the extent of ‘holy fuck’ but all that came out of his mouth was a grabled mix of half words and moans. Sofia kept him inside before gagging twice and pulling out. She coughed before looking at Monroe. “You think I became the broodmother by taking it easy? Now get your butt on the bed.”

Monroe definitely could get used to women telling him to do that and he happily obliged. Laying down he crossed his arms behind his head, waiting for Sofia. Still with the vision of the kindly older lady he was expecting her to take her time, but she eagerly hopped on the bed, causing it to creek loudly. She moved between his legs and facing him, her soft belly gently brushing against his dick. She got up on one knee, hovering her dripping wet slit above his penis.

“Now look, I know you're excited but dont push yourself.”

Sofia only smirked before lowering herself down on his , taking in all of his length. Eagerly she bounced up and down with an energy unbecoming for her age. 

She huffed in delight, long dormant passions reigniting in her body. “Did you forget, honey? Broodmother.” She stated, emphasizing each syllable with a new bounce. The bed creaked loudly, barely able to support the fierce sex. Monroe’s head swam, he gripped the side bed itself and ripped long gashes in the fabric with his nails. Even his wildest fantasies weren't even half as good as this. He looked at Sofia, who was throwing her head back and moaning shamelessly. She reached and cupped one of her large sagging breasts and gave it a squeeze. Monroe had a sudden realization. He enjoyed the sex, the passion, all of it. But what made him most happy was seeing how much the kindly broodmother was enjoying herself. He gave a big smile before he reached to grab her hip, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. Placing his feet firmly on the bed he began to push upward, using his arms and body to try to take control of the rhythm. Sofia allowed the change, starting to move to his pace. He made her bounce up higher with each thrust, causing her fat ass to clap with each motion. With every downward motion the male could feel her entire body weight slam down on him.

Both were drenched in sweat, the musky scent of sex overpowering the candles and incense used to set the mood at first. Even the music was completely drowned out by both of their screams of pleasure and the struggling bed. Monroe slowed down. “Sofia, do you mind getting up? I want-” He stopped himself. “-need to!”

The female gave a lusty smile as she looked down at her mate. She stopped bouncing but swiveled her hips in small circles to tease him. “You need it?” Monroe squirmed, the sensation overwhelming him.

She giggled to herself before hopping off the bed and walking to a wall. Monroe rolled off the bed, sparing a glance to see the large wet spot left by her womanhood and several drops of sweat all over the bed. 

“Don't keep me waiting.” The woman stated as she stood bent over with both hands pressing against a wall. Her ass was fully exposed, each cheek jiggling as any movement sent ripples across it. She was winded, but had lots of energy left to burn. Monroe eagerly got behind her, grabbing his penis and guiding it to her vagina. It slid in easy and with the initial set over he started to thrust himself back and forth. His body slammed against her booty causing loud clapping noises that echoed in the small room. 

“Oh, you're hitting all the right places!” Sofia screamed, her voice reaching a crescendo. Monore could tell she was nearing climax, as was he. He grabbed her hips again, taking full control of the tempo and upping the speed to a near frantic pace. It felt like his body was melting as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

“Fill me up! Make me a mommy again!” Sofia screamed.

At this Monroe snapped, every bit of his body giving in to primal desires. With all his strength he picked up the broodmother at the hips, pushing her against the wall. She was surprised by this show of might but loved it, shouting in delight. Monroe thrust upward as he held her, feeling his balls swinging up and slamming against her. With a scream he climaxed, his testicles clenching and firing a load almost directly into the woman's womb. She felt it, screaming to match Monroe as he kept going to drain every last drop of his ejaculation into her. With one final push he tried to make sure all of his cum would stay in for a bit before giving out and lowering her to the ground. Once he knew she could stand he gave out, his bare butt hitting the floor as he struggled to catch his breath. With delight he could see his glowing sperm dripping from the woman’s crotch. To his surprise though she quickly turned, pressing him down and kissing him on the mouth. 

“Hope you're ready for another round.”

Monroe hoped Claire’s formula would give him the endurance he needed.

After several hours of lovemaking Monroe stumbled from the building alone. He had offered to grab some more of the potion and desperately needed a break himself. On shaky legs he walked through the ruined town, moving to where Claire had set up her lab. Monroe had put on the elder’s loincloth, and with a smile he made sure to rub his dick all over it to stain it with the residual drop of cum still on him. He found Claire’s laboratory, a single story home she took a liking to. He slowly opened the front door. “Hey, you got any more of the potion?”

His eyes widened as he saw Claire as well as most of the male population of rodents all cramped around her. She bounced eagerly on one rodent's dick, while stroking off two others in her hands. She motioned with her head for a fourth male to get closer. As he did she gobbled up his dick, sucking like her life depended on it. Monroe was beyond impressed, especially seeing several sticky rats laying around her trying to catch their breath. He decided to let her have her fun, and would just try to renew his strength by drinking some water to hydrate himself, and maybe try to buy time to rest by cuddling

Mutant Tails 2

Setting off alone into the wasteland alone in search of new resources and aid for a fledgling town certainly sounded heroic, but it required a lot of walking. Monroe was about a day away from his tribe and their new home. They had the means to survive there, but Monroe needed them to thrive. He knew there was a town not too far from their location, so he wanted to find some work and hopefully buy some supplies.

Monroe shifted in his newly acquired trenchcoat and body armor. He couldn't help but wonder what the rodent who owned it previously was like. He liked to imagine it was the property of a brave and noble frontiersman, helping those in need with a witty one liner and dashing smile. At least he hoped so, but the ‘Rat Bastard’ written on the back pointed towards the previous owner being a scoundrel. Either way, he wanted to put it to good use. Monroe also had his trusty pistol with him, so he was feeling like a hero in an old picture book. The idea of him strolling into town, taking down some bad guys and returning to his tribe with some quality survival gear kept him motivated. That and how best the tribe would express their gratitude to him, especially the tribe elder.

No sooner did he have mental visions of the older woman being deceptively spry did he feel a sudden sting in his neck. With a curse he pulled out a small dart. He fumbled for this gun, desperate to defend himself from the unseen attacker but it felt like his body had weights all over it. His legs gave out and his face fell to the dirt below. Sleep soon followed.

When the rat woke up he found himself squinting to keep light out of his eyes. When his pupils adjusted he looked round, finding he was inside of a tent with a bright spotlight above him. He tried to move his hand to block it out, but found he was strapped down. He pulled harder only to find all his limbs locked firmly in place by his wrists and ankles. Still in a groggy haze he looked around more and his eyes struggled to focus on a duo of figures standing near him. Blinking rapidly his vision cleared enough to see one was a robot, but unlike one he had ever seen before. There had been robot guards in towns his caravan visited, but they were mostly cobbled together from scrap and looked like they could fall apart from a stiff wind. This one was clean, engineered, and most of all intimidating. It was made of a matte gray material and shaped in the form of a skeleton. It had a rifle of some kind grasped in its metallic fingers. A piercing red glow in its eyes let him know this machine was unfeeling. Monroe’s tail thrashed and he bit back the instinctive urge to hiss.

Monroe’s eyes shifted to the second figure  and what he saw made him question what was in that dart. It stood upright, wearing what looked like a pure white trench coat with a light blue set of scrubs underneath. It had long golden hair atop its head that was tied up in a ponytail. Most of all it had no hair anywhere else he could see, with pale pinkish skin visible on its face, neck, and hands. It took him some time but when he remembered where he saw this creature his heart raced and dispelled any lingering tiredness.

“A before person?”

The blonde haired person looked up from a clipboard she was scrawling on. She reached towards her hip and clicked on a cassette recorder, its mechanisms springing to life. 

“Subject has regained consciousness. I Will continue to collect samples regardless, recording  any vocalizations for research.” Her voice was cold and detached, not a shred of emotion. 

Monroe pushed against his restraints to try to get up, only to be held back by the restraints again. “I've seen you in the picture books!” His current situation eclipsed by his excitement at seeing a mythical creature. 

The woman walked towards him, her voice growing stern. “Do not struggle. The guardian bot is quick to fight perceived threats. I only wish to collect some samples from you and I will release you back into the wild.”

The rodent relaxed some. While he would love to see what the bot’s weapon could do he was less keen on getting too close a lesson on its destructive power. Looking back to the before person he asked before. “What kind of samples? And why do you need them?”

The woman pulled on some thin stretchy gloves. “Nothing intrusive. I already took a blood and hair sample. Now I just need a semen sample.”

Monroe’s brow rose at this. Looking down at his body he had the realization that he had been stipped nude. He pleased himself with fantasies of doing it with a person before, using the picture books as visual aid, but never did he picture things happening like this. Still, he decided to shoot his shot. 

“You know, if you really  wanted that kind of sample all you had to do was ask.”

The woman stepped closer and her scent filled his nostrils. It was oddly sweet, something like a flower. Already he could feel his penis start to harden, excitement getting the better of him. “My name is Monroe, what’s yours?”

Her blue eyes flicked to him, meeting his gaze for only a moment before returning to the task. She placed a glass beaker on the slab Monroe was on and put a clear lubricant on her other hand. She began to rub his semi hard member, the cold of the lubricant causing the rat to shiver. “My name is Claire. You won't see me again after this, no need to get friendly with me.”

“Oh, you are feeling very friendly to me.” He said with a smirk, her cold hand warming up as it stroked his rathood. He couldn't help but shudder in pleasure, even if she had a glove and cold demeanor, the sensation of being stroked off by a creature of legend was beyond enticing. “I thought all the Before People were gone, I never saw one before.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Isn't that what you are? A Before Person. From the Before Time.” He rolled his eyes at himself, realizing how silly it all sounded. Claire seemed to think to herself for a moment, debating if she should tell this rodent anything. With a shrug she spoke up, never letting up her stroking. 

“Well, I am a human. We survived the war secluded in underground bunkers. I was born and raised down there. This is my first time on the surface.”

Monroe’s mind raced at this news. His mind wrestled with news that not only were these ‘hue-mans’ were alive and well but managed to burrow themselves underground to stay safe. He didn't remember reading anything about that in his books. He stopped this train of thought when he let out a moan, his climax was getting close.

For the first time the woman showed some emotion when she let out a surprised vocalization looking at Monroe’s manhood. “Oh my, it's glowing!”

Monroe smiled. “It tends to do that when I'm getting really excited. I'm gonna cum soon.”

Claire was enthralled by the pulsing bioluminescence, but managed to snap herself out of it. “Yes, yes.”

She snatched up the beaker, holding it so the ejaculation would be caught within. She stroked faster, getting somewhat excited herself. Monroe let out a loud moan and thrust his hips upward. His balls clenched and his dick twitched before shooting a hot stream of cum into the glass. His changed position caused the ejaculate to splash back and fling back to the woman, coating her face in sticky fluid. She was surprised, taking a few steps back. She wiped it off with her gloved hand, letting the beaker fall to the ground. 

“Hey, I warned you.” Monore said with his best attempt at a shrug. He felt a little bit sorry for the hue-man, but he did feel the unmistakable sense of male satisfaction seeing her pretty face covered in his cum. Cursing she stormed off, leaving him alone in the tent as the robot followed its master.

Monroe lay in the tent by himself, admiring how clean it was. Looking around he was able to spot many empty containers, seemingly she had just started her sample collection. Eventually he ran out of things to stimulate himself and drifted off to sleep.

When he awoke the rat man tried his best to stretch his muscles, failing to get to satisfactory length. He saw the hue-man and her robot companion enter the tent with him. He was able to steal a glance at the room beyond, seeing a simple sleeping set up. What caught his eye more was the woman, and the changes she had, after cleaning off his spunk. Her scrubs were undone at the front, giving him a peek at her cleavage, the breasts being small, yet perky. Her hair was let down and flowing freely below her shoulders. Monroe could already feel his member starting to spring to life.

“The last sample was ruined when I dropped it, so I need a new one.” She stated, forgetting to record herself as she had done before. 

She walked to the rodent, snapping on a new pair of blue gloves. Monroe had to wonder if his mind was playing tricks on him, as he detected a hint of desire in her voice when before there was only cold detachment. Furthermore her face seemed different, with her ears coming to a sharper point and her front teeth looking more pronounced. 

She readied her hand, rubbing clear lubricant on it. Monroe lifted his hips up, eager for her touch. She chuckled, leaning forward and giving Monroe a better look down the top. 

“Eager to give me a fresh sample, are we?” Claire cooed.

“I have plenty to give.” He started, trying to act cool like a picture book hero. His toes curling and shuddered when she grabbed his penis betrayed him, however.

Eagerly the woman pumped at the now fully erect dick, biting her lip. Monroe would have been happy to sit back and relax, letting her use him freely. Until a familiar scent drifted to his nose. The Before Person was aroused. Feeling bold, he went for it. 

“Ya know, I could give you a much more personal sample.”

The woman seemed to think about it, tossing the idea around in her head.

“If you're worried I’ll try something your metal friend looks like he's a quick enough draw to keep you safe.”

“Hardened plastic.” She corrected, before smirking. “But fuck it.”

She let go of his manhood, moving to release the straps that had bound him for so long. Giving a full stretch his joints popped with a satisfying sound. Moving to stand he faced the woman and was a full head taller. Monroe was only considered average height for his tribe, but wondered if hue-mans were shorter than rats on average. The idea oddly excited him more.

He pushed that thought aside, devoting his attention fully to the woman in front of him. She seemed to have second guessed her choice, looking somewhat intimidated. Monroe did his best to give a reassuring smile and slowly drifted his hand to her face. Gently he caressed her cheek with his hand, admiring how soft and smooth her skin was. She leaned in, moving her own hand to hold his. Her fear subsided and she moved in closer to him, his penis with a dollop of pre cum rubbing against her stomach.

“Are all members of your race so hung?”

Monroe lowered himself a little and guided his dick between the woman's legs. “If you want you are more than welcome to find out for yourself.”

Unable to hold himself back further he started to grind his hips back and forth, his erect dick rubbing her crotch. She let out a gasp. Even through her pants the heat and pleasure was overwhelming. She moaned loudly in his ear, wrapping her arms around him. The lube felt a little strange being rubbed on his back, but Monroe couldn’t care less. She ran her fingers through his fur. This spurned the rodent to pump his hips faster, happy to feel a wet spot forming on her pants. He reached below her waist and fished his fingers under her pants. He firm round butt in his hands he started to greedily feel her up and squeeze shamelessly. The woman loved this, scratching her fingers across his back. It stung, but Monroe loved it. 

He moved his snout to the woman's neck, licking long and hard across her exposed neck and up to her ear. The taste of her skin and sweat was intoxicating and he couldn't get enough. He moved his jaw to her shoulder and pressed his teeth inward. It was a gentle bite, just hard enough to hurt. Normally when he would mate with a fellow rat he would draw a little blood, but he worried about being gentle with this Before Person. Besides, just nibbling seemed to be enough for her.

More than enough it seemed, as she scratched again. She screamed with pleasure and pushed him back, his rump hitting the slab he used to be strapped to. The rodent was delighted to see her practically ripping her pants off. He also saw that her fingernails had ripped through the glove, a small ruby stain of blood on only rat-like nails.

“Shouldn't you be getting your beaker?”

“Shut the fuck up and get your ass on the slab!” The white hot desire was clear in Claire’s voice, taking Monroe by surprise. Eagerly he hopped on the slab, laying down with his throbbing cock bouncing upwards.

Now only clad in her lab coat and blouse she hopped on the table, kneeling in front of Monroe’s cock. The rodent was delighted to see a tuft of blonde hair on her crotch, and it was a very large bush. She moved and hovered her dripping wet vagina above him, lowering quickly before stopping suddenly. She bit her lip and closed one eye in pain.

“If you need to go slow we ca-” his voice was cut off and shifted to a moan of pleasure and she forced herself all the way on his cock. All higher brain functions left the male's head as his mind swam with only the words ‘tight’ and ‘wet.’

The woman didn't let up, lifting herself up and down at a rapidly increasing pace. Monroe couldn't believe his luck. He had seen some pornographic Before People comics and knew they were horny, but his was a sex drive was even higher than the bunny tribe. The woman leaned herself back, looking up at the sky and lost in bliss. The rat man reached up with both hands ripping her blouse open. His eyes widened as her breasts bounced as she kept up her rapid pace. Reaching up he cupped one in his hand, giving it a tender squeeze. His eyes wondered, looking at her head and noticing that the blonde hair from her head seemed to be spreading across her face and neck, growing across her body. Likewise thin golden hairs started to spring up all over her body. His hand glided across her stomach, feeling the bumps of extra nipples that rats have. Monroe had seen enough hue-man porn to know they didn't have those. 

His heart raced as he realized that she was changing into a rat like him. The process seemed to be extasy to the woman and she didn't want to stop at all. If anything she was giving everything she had to fuck his rodent brains out. Once more looking at her stomach he could see the glow of his dick shone through her skin. This drove him over the edge and he screamed, yelling that he was about to finish. 

She encouraged him, practically begging to be filled up with his seed. She didn't let up, her frantic pace rushing on until she felt the twitch inside her. Monroe moaned as he shot his load deep inside her. The woman felt like she was melting as pure pleasure washed over her. She shuddered and writhed, slumping forward against Monroe. She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him as tight as she could. She was lost in an intense afterglow. The two embraced each other, breathing hard and heavy in each other's ears for some time as they slowly came back to reality. When Claire pushed herself back up Monroe was looking into the eyes of a fellow rat.”

Now back in his trenchcoat and body armor Monroe led the way back to his tribe, Claire in mended clothing following behind.

“So, how do you feel about the new look?”

Claire looked at her now fur-covered hand and felt her new muzzle. “It'll take some getting used to, but honestly I love it. It feels so-” She tumbled the idea in her head. “Right.”

“I'm glad you like it. I know the tribe will love to have you. And we can definitely use a doctor like you. If you get something to help the tribe elder’s back she will be over the moon. Not to mention having your hardened plastic friend keeping guard keeps my mind at ease while I go out into the world.”

The bot trudged through the wasteland, still following Claire’s orders as it is voice activated. Thankfully that was not affected by the transformation.

“It will be nice to be appreciated. And it sounds like your tribe is very loving.” Claire said as she rubbed her arm nervously.

“Things not that way in your hue-man burrow?”

“Not really. I was classified as a lower citizen. It was a cold uncaring upbringing. We were just taught how to maintain the facilities, gather information on new life forms, and work work work. I don't even know where the bunker is on a map, they knocked me out to transport me to the campsite. They said they'd come back to pick up my samples, threatening to not give any food if I didn't have any. I never even knew my parents, they said such attachments would only hinder progress.” Claire looked downtrodden, eyes stuck to the dirt below her. 

Monroe wrapped an arm around her, bringing her in close with a large smile. “You'll find plenty of love in the tribe. I know you'll get along great with everyone. And they all love to hear from a genuine Before Person. I think bumping into you has to be a twist of fate.”

Claire softened at this, once more reaching her hand to meet Monroe’s.

The rat man leaned in close to her ear with a lecherous tone. “And now you get to find out how hung us rats all are.” 

Claire giggled in excitement and felt a twitch in her loins.