The Volumptous Rodent: Love and Loss

Fivesome (part one)

Hours after the Voluptuous Rodent and co. were kidnapped, Ratmala called forth a meeting amongst the ratmiticians (Rat Politicians).

"Me and Joe Ratden have found the solution of our problems!" Ratmala exclaimed, grinning widely.

"Indeed! P-people want something new, not the old... dreadful flatness of other ratmiticians! So, we're all going to... become c-curvy!" Joe said slowly (as he was suffering from ratmentia)

They all rackled (rat cackled) evilly, delighted that there would finally be voters to get them into presidency. It had been a problem for a while, not any voters. Everyone was so obsessed with getting their figures as flat as ratly possible that they didn't care about politics whatsoever. The year previous, there had been only a single voter in the entire country of Ratlandia.

But, how exactly would their new 'curvy campaign' even function? As brilliant as the idea was, there was one problem: how exactly would they become curvy? There were no implants to use - none had been made in centuries, as their was simply no demand.

It was Barat Obama and Ratnald Trump that had the solution, like the evil genuises they are: The rodent was their solution - the one that they'd discovered. What better way to become curvy, than to steal the curves from an already voluptuous rodent? It was just perfect. Divine, even. The voluptuous rat had enough curves for all of them to be insanely curvy. World domination could be theirs. But-

"What about the voluptuous rodent's family? Won't they wonder where all the curvyness went?" Joe Ratden wondered.

"Don't worry, the parents sold it for being TOO curvy." Ratnald answered.

"But, how exactly will we steal its curviness?" asked Barat, like the ratimist (rat pessimist) he is.

Ratnald rolled his beady rat eyes. "We'll have a fivesome with it, obviously."

Ratmala started to rackle once more, and all the others ratidly (rat rapidly) joined in.

*rackle rackle rackle*

"We'll be the rulers of all of Ratlandia. Then, we can invade Wolflandia, and take over the entire australia hole!"

*rackle rackle rackle*

***

The volumptous rodent, Remy and Ratry were all being held in a funky funky cell, deep below the earth. The voluminous rodent was being all emo and pondering deep important things, things so *freaky* she was unwilling to share with the other two, who were tailfighting (fistfighting but they're rats hehe) while screaming ratfanities at each other.

"YOU'RE A FATTY FATTY BUM BUM!"

"YEAH WELL YOU HAVE A FLATTY FLATTY BUM BUM!"

"THE VOLUMPTOUS RODENT IS MINE!"

"NO IT'S MINE YOU RAT!"

"WE'RE BOTH RATS YOU DUM DUM!"

"YOU'RE THE DUM DUM, BUM BUM!"

"GRRR RUFF RUFF!"

etc etc...

Anyways, the cell door opened up suddenly, and in came the four ratiticians. Ratry and Remy stopped fighting immediately, and raised their tails instead towards their captors. But the four ignored the two entirely, looking straight at the volumtous rodent.

The volumptous rodent blushed furiously, tucking a strand of rat hair behind its left ear like a #quirkygirlie

"We... w-w" stuttered Ratden

"We want to have a fivesome with you," interupted Ratnald, getting straight to the point.

Both Ratry and Remy started shouting all at once.

"SHE DOESN'T WANT TO HAVE A FIVESOME WITH YOU!"

"THAT'S RIGHT, SHE'S MINE!"

"NO, SHE'S MINE, YOU C-"

"SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI!" chanted the volumptous rodent all at once, curving itself aggressively towards them. Their mouths instantly closed, as it had used her curvy powers upon them. Drool leaked out of their tiny rat mouths, at the sight of her luscious curves.

It looked bashfully to the politicians. "Y- you really want to have a fivesome, a fivesome with a... curvy rat like me? Someone who's... not like the other rats?" It bit its upper lip shyly as it stuttered quirkily.

"Yes - it's you we want," said all the politicians in sync, laughing internally at how easy it was.

The blush upon the volumptous rodent's curvaceously luscious face grew even deeper. "W-wow... I guess, if you insist... *emo hair flip* "

The spell it had cast upon Ratry and Remy wore out suddenly, and they both began to sob all at once.

"Oi, luv, stay wit me inst'ed!" said Ratry in rapid ratrish (rat british). "Me an' the band'll wri'te a song 'bout you, please please please tea'un'biscuits'crumpet'crumpet'queen'lizzie" His ratrish grew frenzied with the fall of his salty tears. He opened his mouth, about to burst into song, when he was shoved aside by Remy.

"Please, don't go with them! I'm made for you, you lusciously preppilious baddy rat. PLEASE!" cried Remy, kneeling at the volumtous rodent's feet, ratty tears falling slowly upon its curvy toes as he glanced up at those curves, the curves that mattered more than anything else in the whole world. "I can't live without your curv- I mean, I can't live without you, my darling volumptous rodent!"

They both looked at the Volumptous Rodent with tear-soaked eyes. It didn't move at all for a brief moment, before it gave a slow shake of its head. The volumptous rodent turned around to the sound of sobbing, exiting the cell like a baddielicious queen along with the politicians, who were all grinning slyly.

***

They lead it to a richly appointed bedchamber, which had the perfect sexurat (sexual but with rats) atmosphere: lights off, candles glowing, sultry music playing from a heart-shaped speaker.

"It's so... so yass uwu slay queen!" yelled the volumptous rodent as soon as it entered. Then, more meekly: "Sorry guys, I just... yell out sometimes! Haha, I'm so *bites lip* quirky and unique!"

"Yes you are!" said Ratnald wickedly, though the volumptous rodent was too busy being not like the other girls to notice his 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 tone of voice.

"Now, let's start the fivesome!"

TO BE CONTINUED

thanks for reading slay queenssss - apologies again if there's any inconsistencies, since there's like three of us writing this story. skibidi skibidi skibidi!