The Volumptous Rodent: Love and Loss

Fivesome (Part 2)

"Wake up!" shouted a distant voice. "Wake up, Rodent, wake up!" She felt an aggressive shake, and slowly opened her eyes... But it was not the ratmiticians who greeted her, it was Ratry and Remy.

"W-why am I here?" she asked groggily, stretching. Why wasn't she with Ratmala, Barat, Ratden and Ratnald? She vaguely remembered beginning the fivesome, but nothing afterwards...

Ratry gave her a long look, then eyed Remy hesitantly. "Oi, lad, you wan'a tel'er?"

A sudden bit of fear overtook her. "Why am I here?" she repeated slowly, staring at them both.

"I- I don't know," stuttered Remy, eyes travelling down her weary physique. "All I know is that... you're flat now."

She looked down herself. But, instead of the lusciously, radiantly curvasiously preppiliciously spldendescent curves she'd had for all her meagre rat live - there was nothing, no curves whatsoever. She was like a piece of printer paper- no, even one of those were more well-endowed than she was now. But no, it wasn't just her curves, everything was gone- her luscious lashes, her 10-foot long nail extensions, the fishnets, the 100 pounds of makeup that had covered her busty face. She looked just like any rat now- she looked normal, she looked...

"FLAT!" she screamed with horror. It was the most horrible sound Ratry and Remy had ever heard, so filled with sheer terror and emotion that they had to cover her ears. Tears fell down her flat body like a waterfall, blurring her non-spherical eyeballs and covering her modest outfit.

Then, her horror was replaced with anger, burning anger, as the details of the previous night came back to her all at once. They'd begun to chant in some strange tongue, the four of them, just as she began to ratgasm (not going to explain that one). "THOUSHALTNOTLIE..."

She began to glow, all her now-missing curves, and rose high of the bed.

"THOUSHALTNOTCHEAT..."

"THOUSHALTNOTGETCAUGHTORYOULLENDUPJUSTLIKEMEE.."

Only after repeating this terrifying chant for hours, did they finally become satisfied with their levels of curvaceousness. "WE'VE DONE IT!" They ratxclaimed (rat exclaimed). The voluptuous rodent was left an empty shell of flatness.

Presently, the now chest-less rodent could only see red. It growled loudly, scaring away the other rats. "I WANT MY CURVES BACK..." it thundered. "W-we can' get ou' o' he'e" Ratrry trembled. " None o' us can ge' ou'" Remy squeaked. "We don' have curvy powers." The flat rodent quaked, sheer fury making it float. Instead of the usual splendescent curvy power, flat energy took over. "I want my curves back! I'll become a true ralpha and face the ratmiticians in a battle of dominance." With that, Ratrry and Remy bowed, making the un-voluptuous rodent their official ralpha. Their pack of three was a force to be reckoned with, power unmatched in all of Ratlandia. In the past, they had rejected the flat beauty standards. Now, the force of their flatness was making the walls shake (or maybe it was marlena's fatty fatty tum tum).

Soon, they had made a huge gaping hole in the wall. Their combined anger and flatness had destructive powers. Quickly, they escaped the prison, although, completely unrecognizable due to their lack of curves. Nobody recognized the two famous rodents from ODR, due to their extra flat bodies and ruggedly-disheveled faces.

They walked around the parliament, avoiding all the other flat rats, even if many of them came up and complimented their flatness. They came around a corner, when they saw the ratmiticians standing in a corner, very obviously plotting their next move.

"We'll go after him next..." Ratnald declared menacingly. The very flat rodent craned its neck, only to find a picture of Ratsaac Rat, the second curviest rodent in all of Ratlandia. He dawned 49" Stilettos and emo bangs,  making him a fashion icon to the curvy community. It would be a huge loss if he lost his curvaceousness, sending the chested rodents into ratxiety and ratpression (rat anxiety and depression). They couldn't let his curves be stolen. It was the flat rat's responsibility as a ralpha, and a fellow curvy rodent to make sure no one ever got their curves stolen again.

The un-voluptuous rat used its remaining curvy radar to locate Ratsaac, while Ratrry and Remy called up their muscled security guards, leading them to the address in... Ouagadougou??

Using their Mach 57 plane to fly to Burkina Phaso in 6 seconds, they landed in front of a Kurvy Kastle. Knocking loudly did nothing, so the pack of three climbed through a window meant for chested rodents, and arrived in a lavish living room. "Hello, ex-fellow curves" a gravelly, rumbling, -3 octave voice said.

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