Pack Rats of The Inside (Weird Erotic Novel)

By Buddy Tippet

Journey into a dark and surreal world where men and women take on the form of rats. Welcome to The Inside, a terrible place where monsters do as they please to the denizens of the realm. No sexual fetish is out of the question. No one escapes. Everyone eventually will succumb.

Only one pack rat named Kinder seems to have the will to fight through the perils of the The Inside. Will he find a way out? Or will he ultimately become the sexual toy of one of the many creatures?

Pack Rats of The Inside is a very dark and lewd erotica by Buddy Tippet. It walks along and even sometimes crosses the line. The monsters of The Inside are capable of many strange powers. They can even transform the pack rats into strange shapes and use them accordingly. There is nowhere to hide. There is nowhere safe within The Inside.

A fair warning: The reading of this book may lead to madness. Enter into The Inside at your own peril!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Buddy Tippet
• Release date: Jul 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370493272

Buddy Tippet

A fairly secretive erotica writer from the east coast. He enjoys the strange and surreal. And furries. He likes those too. Furries are nice.

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PACK RATS OF THE INSIDE

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Buddy Tippet

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Pack Rats of The Inside

Copyright © 2017 by Buddy Tippet

Thank you for purchasing this eBook. This book may not be reproduced, copied, or distributed.

Your support and respect for the property of this author is appreciated.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

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PACK RATS OF THE INSIDE

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One – Kinder and the Back Door

Chapter Two – Ollie’s Corruption

Chapter Three – Kinder’s First Monster

Chapter Four – Quincy’s Ritual

Chapter Five – Introspection

Chapter Six – Stories

Chapter Seven – Debauchery

Chapter Eight – A Friend

Chapter Nine – Escape

Chapter Ten – Eli

Chapter Eleven – Two Bosses

Chapter Twelve – Daphne

Chapter Thirteen – The Dark Forest

Chapter Fourteen – Mitch

Chapter Fifteen – One Person’s Peril…

Chapter Sixteen – Pel’s Journey

Chapter Seventeen – The Corridor

Chapter Eighteen – Nothing

Chapter Nineteen – Daphne within The Inside

Chapter Twenty – Monsters of the Forest

Chapter Twenty-One – Sleep

Chapter Twenty-Two – A Bad Encounter

Chapter Twenty-Three – Strithor

Chapter Twenty-Four – The Record Keeper

Chapter Twenty-Five – Trapped in a Hole

Chapter Twenty-Six – Guests

Chapter Twenty-Seven – Imprisonment

Chapter Twenty-Eight – Over and Over and Over

Chapter Twenty-Nine – Milk

Chapter Thirty – Credit

Chapter Thirty-One – Britney and the King

Chapter Thirty-Two – Ixus’ Agenda

Chapter Thirty-Three – Ulwyn Meets Strithor

Chapter Thirty-Four – Ralph’s Fate

Chapter Thirty-Five – The Eavesdrop

Chapter Thirty-Six – Of Pel, Sophia, and Other Aspects of The Inside

Chapter Thirty-Seven – An Old Rat’s Agenda

Chapter Thirty-Eight – Ulwyn’s Interruption

Chapter Thirty-Nine – Who Are the Bosses?

Chapter Forty – The Girl

Chapter Forty-One – Kinder’s Escape

Chapter Forty-Two – Ulwyn’s Agenda Revisited

Chapter Forty-Three – Resolve

Chapter Forty-Four – The Intervention

Chapter Forty-Five – Kinder and Strithor

Chapter Forty-Six – A Way Out

Chapter Forty-Seven – The Final Confrontation

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Prologue

The world outside was so far gone that no one really even understood what it was. There was only inside. They were all inside, and there was also the inside of them which they were to consider. As strange as it sounds, the mentality of these creatures were of different stuff as those of the outside world of which there was a decisive disconnect. Either way, the reality of their situation was what it was, and they accepted it. Some–although not all–thrived on it.

The world known by these people was unnamed; however, it was often called The Inside as both a generic and proper term for their state of living. It was neither Heaven nor Hell. It was not neither life nor death. It was likened to a Limbo, but it was not that either. It simply was The Inside, an appropriate designation for what it was and accepted by all involved in a tribal way.

These people were rats. They were pack rats, to be precise. It was their own term and one that was both loved and feared. Their very heartache was the same as their joy. It was a desire to break free of The Inside mixed with a longing to be absorbed into it. The latter was a fate accepted by many even though the concept of absorption was a very nasty one to consider. Some pack rats relished the thought regardless.

Pack rats stood as bipedal creatures and were each one of three colors: brown, grey, and black. Their tails were long, pink, and ribbed. They had fur which was shaggy and wore no clothing but for practical accessories. Some wore loincloths entirely as a matter of shyness where others would go about naked entirely as a matter of exhibition.

The numbers of pack rats were plenty. They lived in a house of stone architecture which was permanently safe from the lusty perils of The Inside in which surrounded it. These creatures were quite social and enjoyed one another’s company whether they were exposed or not. They would sit around a great table in a well-lit room and chat about their lives, their friends, their existence, and often, the prospect of leaving the house.

Another fact that is unquestionably important is the fact of their immortality. Time did not run its course within The Inside. It left the pack rats with the prospects of either living forever within the comfort of their friends and family in the house or taking their chances within The Inside. Whatever was to happen, they were slaves to their choices and were made to live eternally with the outcome. They could not die, and their bodies could take punishment beyond even their own understanding. Even so, they felt like mortals and were filled with a lust to be touched and manipulated, and this was the primary draw of The Inside which could lead them away from the safety of the house.

The state of things as they were gave way to an endless supply of characters and their own adventures. Some of these adventures were short-lived and tragic. Others were long and heroic. Those who could survive The Inside were freed of its prison and released into whatever it was beyond. But to those who left the house only to return were considered strange and unwanted. They would be barred from the house for eternity. To walk out and explore The Inside was a final decision, and one that always came with consequences. This is the story of some who chose to venture, and their fates have been thusly recorded.

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Chapter One – Kinder and the Back Door

The house had a number of exits. There was a front door, a back door, a basement exit which lead underground, and it also had a second story exit which seem to lead into its own world. All exits went somewhere different, and it was impossible to tell where each exit would take you. Each pack rat in the house had an exit they leaned towards in thought. In the case of a brown pack rat named Kinder, it was the back door.

Kinder was one of those naked pack rats who wore only what he needed. He had an adventurous spirit and yearned to see what was on The Inside. He knew the risks. He knew that there was no going back once he had been out the door. The truth was that he wanted to fight, and something told him that he would get plenty of fight out there on The Inside.

Kinder’s best friend in the house was a grey pack rat named Quincy. Quincy was a little younger and a bit spryer. He would often meet up with Kinder near the back door and bring him food they could share. In the case of the present day, Kinder appreciated the gesture and told his friend, I was looking forward to sitting with you today.

You were? asked Quincy.

It may be our last time, confessed Kinder. I’m thinking about moving on.

Quincy always knew the day would come. It came to many pack rats. It was a way of life for them. He was ready to accept it, but he knew he would still miss his friend. If you want, you can have my share as well. I wasn’t really hungry when I came to see you anyways.

Kinder passed up the offer saying, Never fear being full. We are inside The Inside, and The Inside is within each of us. Why not put food in it?

Quincy sighed. It was a line that many pack rats had said. There was something about this world that threatened to fill them to bursting, but they never would truly burst. He took the advice and ate what he had despite not being all that hungry. After some silence, the younger pack rat asked, What do you think is out there?

Creatures that want us, said Kinder. They want to use us and play with us as if we were toys.

"And what do you want to do, Kinder?"

I want to fight them until I don’t have any fight left.

Quincy wondered aloud, It seems strange to me for someone to want to fight anything, but I’m not you. I also don’t want to go out that door.

Kinder gazed upon his friend. Is there a door you fancy more?

The younger nodded. I fancy the second floor exit. I sometimes wonder if it leads to the sky itself.

Kinder smiled. You have an imagination. But keep in mind that all four exits take you to a similar fate. It is simply a change of scenery. We are pack rats. We seek out and suffer those trials. We find our fate. The door we choose to get there are our own choices. I choose the back door, and I think I shall go out once I finish this nice food you brought me.

Quincy had already finished his. He leaned down on his fists and stared at the door in question. It was a darkened foyer with a brown, wooden door. It was unguarded despite it being assumed that there were terrible creatures out there. None of them ever came into the house anyways. No, pack rats always went out there. Like all the exits of the house, it led into The Inside. It was a place of fate where their own immortality would deliver them to whatever outcome that same fate would bring upon them. That door was destiny for Kinder… but not for Quincy.

The young pack rat soon said, You should take someone with you.

I’m going alone, said Kinder with finality.

Conceding away from his suggestion almost immediately, Quincy then said, You’ll probably meet another pack rat out there anyways. You should befriend him and double your chances.

Kinder smiled putting down his bowl. I shall do that. He then looked at Quincy as if urging him that the conversation had run its course. The young one understood and took his bowl back so that it could be returned to the kitchen.

I’ll miss you, said Quincy. You were always a good friend to me.

Kinder gave Quincy a hug and pecked him on the cheek. I hope you enjoy the second floor exit, Quincy.

Thank you, was the reply.

Kinder stood up and stretched with a happy groan. He then sauntered over to the wooden door before turning around to lean against it. Quincy watched from where he sat as his friend went through his own personal ritual of finality. Not all pack rats did a ritual, but in some families it was a tradition. It was like a little dance that was not really a dance they did before going into The Inside.

Kinder rubbed his back against the wood grain a little and then slid down until he was sitting on the floor with his back still too the door. He reached up his right hand and took hold of the knob using his body weight to turn it. The door clacked and swung open a little as he hung by the knob. Pulling himself back up, he leaned on the frame and looked outside.

Quincy was somewhat marveled by the ritual itself. Everyone was different. There were no passed down rituals. Kinder had made it up himself, and there was something beautiful in that fact alone. This was his special goodbye, and nobody else would do it like that again–at least not on purpose.

Kinder opened the door a little wider and put one foot through. It was followed by a second. His body was now gone from Quincy’s vision. The door slowly began to close until the spectator heard the iconic click. Kinder could come back in if he wanted to, but Quincy would only send him back out. Kinder was now an outcast from the house.

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Chapter Two – Ollie’s Corruption

Ollie was conscious. He was alive and conscious. This was his fate for all of eternity. He was a pack rat of The Inside, and that fact alone doomed him to an eternal existence based on his immutable presence. He had left the house before Kinder through the back door. It had been Kinder to see him off. There had not been any ritual at all; he had simply wanted to cross over as fast as he could.

Ollie was conscious. He was alive and conscious. He was aware of himself. He had memories and feelings. He wanted to go out and thrust himself into the perils of the world outside in The Inside. He wanted to fight if he could, and fight he did. He fought with everything he had tossing himself into the fray with no thought at all of his own safety.

Ollie was conscious. He was alive and conscious. He was gray like Kinder’s friend Quincy. It was how he was born, and that was how he always imagined himself. All pack rats were the same height. He was only gray. It was his distinguished characteristic. He knew nothing else. He did not understand anything else. He dashed into the sea of monsters as a gray pack rat with a supreme understanding that that was how he would always be. That was who he was inside or outside The Inside.

Ollie was conscious. He was alive and conscious. He was presently contemplating his own existence which had suddenly changed form. He was no longer a pack rat. He was something else and entirely conscious of that fact. He retained all of his memories, emotions, desires, and regrets; however, he was not the same in form.

There was a rather tall weasel living in The Inside by the name of Ulwyn. He was standing within the embodiment of a stone cave completely naked except for a top hat that rested upon his head. He stood with his legs spread and his hips out trusting his thick and hardened penis into a tube filled with a silicone-based simulation of a tight anus. Ulwyn smirked as he thrust himself into this device enjoying a good session of masturbation–something he had to do at least seventeen times a day.

All the while that he thrust into the flesh-tube, he could feel the tip of his penis seeping with copious amounts pre making the inside of it slick. Every once in a while, he would pull off the tube exposing his shaft to the cool air of the cave before thrusting back into it. Ahh! he moaned as he enjoyed himself.

Ollie was conscious. He was alive and conscious. Although he had been born a pack rat, he was now something else. His mouth felt like the pucker of an anus, and his body was a tube filled with silicone. A large shaft moved in and out of his body. His hearing seemed to come from inside and outside of himself. He could hear the slickity slurps of the weasel penis moving in and out of his entire form. He could also hear the occasional moan of the weasel who really was simply masturbating with the help of a thing, a toy, a nothing-really-important.

Ollie was not blind in this state. He could see from the inside only with some sort of night-vision. He could see the head of the penis sliding towards and away from his body. He tried to blink when it got too close, but he did not seem to have any lids to blink with. He thought he was trembling with fear, for he really was afraid, but it was merely the throes of pleasure moving through the hand of Ulwyn as he neared orgasm.

Ulwyn the top-hatted weasel suddenly grunted out. Ollie saw very clearly saw the tip of the penis fluctuate and spew large wads of sperm into his unblinking vision. He felt the tube–his body–quickly fill up with spunk. He suddenly realized that he could smell it. It overwhelmed him. It became a part of him. He had become a vessel for this weasel’s pleasure. The seed was not intended to impregnate him but merely to be disposed of… for fun. He was a living disposal unit. Ollie was conscious. He was alive and conscious in his new form, but more importantly, he loved it.

Ulwyn panted lightly and pulled free of the flesh-tube that was also Ollie. His viscous, white cum dribbled out of the pucker making a mess on the floor below. He tipped his finger in the sloppy asshole stirring the goo around a bit. Ollie could feel the finger in what he felt was his mouth. He loved that finger. It was toying with him.

Soon, the weasel smiled and said, Well, that was lovely. I’d keep you like this forever, but I thought I might just put you in your place. Coming at me with that sword with absolutely no strategy at all. There are rules to defeating bosses, don’t you know? There’s a trick to it, understand? I’m afraid that you have failed for all time though. Here, I’ll change you back.

The weasel nonchalantly tossed the tube to the floor. It struck with a metal clang and rolled around a bit emptying itself of a little more of the cum inside. Ulwyn waved his hand across the tube and as his hand passed between it and his own vision, it changed back into a grey pack rat of a more appropriate size. Ollie coughed up cum that was lodged in his throat as he pushed himself up onto two fists.

Ollie was wearing a loincloth