Fat Ugly Rat Pictures Novels & Stories

As though going through some repulsive pregnancy, her stomach and chest become a heaving cavity of gore-speckled, stinking, burrowing rodents. My sole entertainment consists of watching a corpse rot while the rats gradually dismantle what's left... One rat moves a little closer to me than the others, as though inspecting me. It looks a little different too: the ears black-tipped. The others are all a uniform brown. It regards me, whiskers whiffling for a moment, then moves back to the main event, making itself at home on Juliana's rapidly collapsing chest. Ratty. Rat-like... Surely there's a better word?

The Rat was almost the size of a human with a tail that had thorns—a hazardous weapon in battle which can vertically divide a human into two halves when it lands on the human's head. Now, the Rat Alpha was using it to cut Cronus's body into tiny little pieces while the tiger enjoyed the meal ravenously. The other Alphas winced at the gory sight. "Where is Alfred?" Wolfaraine asked, leading the way out of the underground Lab. "Did any of you see him?" "I think he's hiding in one of the rooms upstairs. I caught his scent when I walked past the hallway during the battle." Adanel responded, walking behind the Alpha King.

Seeing the rat running back to the couch, I yelled even more, "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" "What?!" He held my hand tight and gasped. "It's a rat! A big rat!" He scrunched his face. "Hm? A rat?" I nodded. His face squeezed even more, then he blinked multiple times. "Just a rat?" "Just?" I widened my eyes. "Gosh, I hate rats. Please, ask your men to come and kill that thing. I could die if I see it one more time." Unexpectedly, he chuckled. He shook his head at me and hopped down the couch. "Come here." He held my hand, smirking like he had an evil mission.

She had been ready for months. Charmaine raised the basket and all alphas fell silent. She opened it and took out a small creature who had been dyed bright green. Purple or red would have shown easier, so she'd chosen a color that would add to the difficulty while still being unnatural enough to mark it. It was a rat but a small one, a creature that was ready to run. Megan knew this kind of rodent, they were rarely eaten because they were quick, and didn't give much meat for all the hassle they were to catch. She tensed.