You find yourself somewhere completely unexpected. You were hoping that the events earlier were just a nightmare, and that you'd wake up back in your soft, warm bed. You'd even take falling asleep at the bar, as embarrassing as that would be. But where you are is far from that. It smells of sewage. It's incredibly dark and damp, with only a single light from above.
And it doesn't show much. Everywhere but the stone floor around you is complete darkness.
You try to compose yourself. Try to figure out just what happened last night...if it's not still the same day. You could have sworn you were heading back to your apartment, but everything's so hazy. You hadn't had too much to drink. Not any more than usual.
But what little you did drink was strange.
Did...someone slip something into your alcohol while you weren't paying attention? It didn't seem possible. The only other patrons were over by the window, far away from you. There wasn't anyone remotely close to you who would have been able to do something like that without you noticing.
Then a feeling of vertigo started to kick in. You still remember some things, but only pieces. Stumbling out of the bar, foolishly brushing off any help from concerned onlookers. Heading to an unoccupied alley to slump against the wall. Trying to focus. Slumping further down. And further still.
And then being carried off. You don't quite remember what they looked like. Just having your eyes open at the time made you feel nauseous. But you do remember the smell. Like something that hadn't washed itself in ages. Not too dissimilar from the smell in the air right now. That, and a mischievous chittering noise, like laughter.
The same haughty laughter that echoes throughout the dark room when you finally manage to stand up. Your eyes dart around for the source of the noise, but like before, they only find darkness.
"Finally wake up, have you?" The pompous voice says. "You have been keeping us waiting for some time now."
You turn and jump back as two glowing eyes poke out from the darkness. They're giant, far larger than any anthro you've seen...and far higher too, as though the creature were four times your size.
It stomps over, its giant paws making heavy plap noises against the cold floor. Every step makes the ground around you shake. Your eyes widen as a giant rodent foot stomps into the light, proving that the creature truly is as big as the voice and eyes had made it seem.
While you stare in awe, the beast adjusts the light above you with a rod of some sort, letting it wash over his body. It spreads its arms out, as if its mere presence is a gift to you.
At first, you think you're in the presence of some kind of old archaic royalty. You see a scepter, a crown, a long, flowing cloak. But that's not it at all, and it only takes another second for you to figure out what you're looking at, even if the sight before you is making you second-guess that fact.
Before you is a giant, plump, dark-grey rat standing proud on both hind legs. His fur is mangled, and his paws all sport vicious claws. Despite this, he assumes that regal, dignified pose the entire time you look him over, clearly enjoying the attention.
"W-What?" You finally stammer, still unsure if you're still under the effect of that strange drug. "W-Who...how...?"
"Kehehe!" It laughs maniacally and then quickly coughs to keep up appearances. "Are you scared, puny surface-thing? It's only natural to be in awe when in the presence of royalty. You may have the honor of gazing upon our visage for as long as is needed."
A closer look at his garments doesn't do him any favors. Flowing from his shoulder is a 'cloak' torn from a cheap fabric. Gripped confidentially in a grubby paw is a segment of pipe with a gem taped to one end. And a crown...made out of cheap plastic. It looked more more fit in a kid's meal than on the head of royalty.
But the creature before you wore them all as if they were priceless royal adornments. His buck-toothed snout and frayed whiskers point high in the air as though he were looking down on you-
-Which, sure, he literally was, sure. But the rat was looking at you as if you were the rodent!
"We can see you are amazed by our royal physique. It's to be expected by a lowly surface-dweller such as yourself."
He looks monstrous, but at least he can talk. On the slim chance this isn't some drug-induced dream, you try to reason with him.
"W-Where am I?" You ask.
"Our kingdom, of course," He says proudly. "It was rather simple to slip in the potion while your gaze was averted."
Potion? Was it more than just a drug that you were given? Your eyes have started to adjust a bit, and you glance up at the light that's been beaming down on you. It's coming from a lamp. A lamp that can't be more than a foot and a half high...
You fall on your ass when the rat suddenly thrusts his 'scepter' forward. Your vision is filled with dozens of fragmented reflections of your terrified face, as well as some residue from where the price tag was furiously scratched off.
"Now. At this more 'rightful' size, you would make little more than a light snack for me."
You can barely see through the opaque gem, but you swear you can make out a disturbing expression. His sharp yellow teeth flash in your direction, his eyes wide and rabid. But as he sways his scepter back and inward, you only see a sly look on his face.
"But fear not. Though you are clearly inferior to my kind in terms of intelligence and reflexes--and now, rightfully, your size--you are in no danger, so long as you understand your rightful place and obey your betters.
Betters? At first, you thought he was just using the royal 'we', but it was more than that...
"Who are you talking about?" You ask.
"Our royal subjects, of course."
You look around. Despite what the rat is claiming, the only person being subjected to his delusions is you.
He snaps his free paw. On cue, you see them emerging from the deeper dark. Dozens of pairs of eyes come into view, glowing with that same faint, ominous light. They're not as big as the rat king's, nor as high up, but the sheer count of them makes you tremble. You might have had a chance of running away from the chubby 'king'. But dozens of them? All around you? There was nowhere to even try to run to.
A thick tail prods at your back. Before you can pull away, it deftly wraps around your waist and lifts you high in the air. While you struggle and punch the flexible tail with all your might, the king taps his scepter. Immediately after, his 'subjects' appear.
They look more like an ocean than a group of rats. It's impossible to make out just how many there are, moving in and out of the light as they writhe under you. The swarm scurry and scamper over each other, trying their best to climb up.
They look almost hungry, but judging by the size of their bellies, they're well-fed. No, they want something else out of you, which they quickly make known.
"I want first-use!"
"No! First use is mine! I'm biggest! I break him good!"
You spot the source of the voice, a spotted rat furiously pumping his cock as he looks up at you. He's not alone. The entire swarm is eager to have a turn with you, making their case in their own grammatically broken yet descriptively perverse ways. The same tail you were pounding against was the only thing stopping you from getting pounded.
"Ah, my darling little goons." He says.
"Little servants," He corrects himself. "Quite rowdy when they see someone smaller than them. It's regrettably quite rare for our lot. They rather despise the prospect of being on the 'receiving end' of things, so they're a bit pent-up."
The tail curls around to his face. He pants heavily, and you're instantly hit with a thick, rotten haze of cheese-tinted rat breath that makes you cough and sputter.
Looking into his giant glowing eyes, you realize now just how bad your situation is. This is all insane, but it's real. Behind the delusion of royalty is a rat four times your size and below is a swarm of needy cocks just waiting to fill whatever holes they can find on you.
"And although they can be quite cuddly, they aren't much for conversation. Which is why a surface-dweller, while obviously inferior, is quite enticing to royalty like us. You have the honor of being one of the first surface-dwellers to serve your betters."
"B-But-" you stammer
"Of course," He says wryly. "If you're foolish enough to deny your new master's gracious gift, We can always just...let you go.
The tail goes slack for just a moment, and you slip up to your shoulders. You scream, but thankfully, the rat regains his grip in time. The sound of chittering is overwhelming as the rats below go into a frenzy. You can feel the beasts brushing against your feet as they jump up to grab you.
"It's up to you, of course. You'll be shown your place, either way."
The sound of chittering below is making it hard to think. You can't just stay here. You have to find your way to the surface and get back to a normal size! You have better things to do than serve a deranged rat dressed up in stolen goods from a flea market!
But for now, you only have two options. Go along with this admittedly intelligent rat, or be subjected to the whims of a hoard of smaller, stupider ones?
"Do make your decision soon, will you?" He says, tapping the gem impatiently with a claw. "We know you belong to an inferior species, but we refuse to have an indecisive pet. You'll have plenty of time to regret your choice after you make it. If you do not speak, then you will serve me from the inside rather than from out.
He opens his maw, letting that foul, cheesy stench waft over to you in full. The throat leads to a hole just as dark as the world around you, and you know instantly that he can make good on that threat...
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