The Rats of Tranga (Patreon)

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Kartonga, in its entirety, is spoken of across Vandyrus not as a realm among realms, but as a condition—an expanse where structure thins, law dissolves, and survival itself becomes the only recognized authority. Thus the term “Outland,” when applied within its borders, loses the clarity it possesses elsewhere. A city in Kartonga cannot truly be said to stand outside the bounds of civilization, for it was never fully within them to begin with.

Even its most fortified settlements—Old Kartong among them—exist as temporary assertions against a surrounding truth that is older, broader, and ultimately indifferent to walls or crowns. What passes for a “city” in this region is often no more than a concentration of will: stone or timber gathered long enough to resist the wastes, trade routes held by violence rather than charter, markets that operate under shifting allegiances of thieves, warbands, and opportunists.

South of Old Kartong, the region of Tranga stands as a transitional scar rather than a settled province—a place where the authority of the city dissolves into dust, and where permanence itself is treated as a liability.

The land is marked not by borders that hold, but by the remnants of attempts to impose them: collapsed tent-lines hardened into brittle husks, trade paths that shift with each season’s wind, and low stone outlines of structures that were never meant to endure.

The coastal city that bears the same name exists in contrast to this interior decay, but not in contradiction. It has grown not by restoring the land, but by exploiting its condition.The lower levels of the city, where the original structures are most intact, house the populations least visible to outsiders.

Urchins move through these spaces with a familiarity that borders on instinct, acting as carriers of message, rumor, and stolen goods. They are not merely victims of circumstance but active participants in the city’s function, forming the connective tissue between its disparate elements.

Above them, the trade in bodies continues with the same pragmatic tone that defines all else. Whores in Tranga are not set apart as a class of indulgence, but as another form of transaction within a system that values utility above all. Their position grants them access—to information, to influence, to survival—so long as they understand the terms under which they operate.

Beyond the shadow of Tranga’s iron-bound gates sprawled a chaos of ragged shanties and wind-gnawed tents, clinging to the dust-choked slope like parasites upon an ancient carcass.

And as the storm rose on the horizon—a towering wall of ochre fury devouring sky and sun alike—the slums stirred with a sudden, frantic life. Lean ratfolk darted through narrow alleys of torn canvas and splintered timber, their claws clutching clay pots, bundles of spice, jars of venom, and trinkets of dubious origin. Tattered awnings snapped like battle flags in the rising gale, and the air thickened with the scent of grit and panic.

Traders cursed and spat as they dragged their wares into half-collapsed stalls. Whores with painted eyes vanished behind flapping curtains. Hunched urchins scurried low to the ground like fleeing vermin, all beneath the looming, indifferent bulk of the hill-city whose blackened walls watched in silence, as if remembering storms far older and far deadlier than this.

And then the first savage gust struck—howling through the slums like a beast unchained—driving sand against hide and stone with a stinging fury that promised to scour the weak from the wastes and leave only those hard enough to endure the wrath of Tranga.

In one such outer tent that Yanza and Naru, two young rat males of the streets, received their first commission of mostly honest labor. Having delivered a sealed message for an older female of their kind who proved to be a prostitute, the pair now stood, so very eager to shed the burden of their virginity. Yanza was already positioned between her thighs, his hips beginning to churn with growing urgency as she guided his movements with practiced rolls of her pelvis. She whispered close against his ear while his friend Naru watched, stroking himself in anticipation.As Yanza pressed forward the tip of his cock breached her for the first time and a loud boyish squeak escaped his throat at the sudden enveloping heat.

The muscular constriction closed around his length in slow deliberate pulses and he froze there trembling letting the unfamiliar sensation flood every nerve. Long pretty fingers dug into the firm cheeks of his ass pulling him deeper while his own muscles quivered uncontrollably and his heavy balls tensed and flexed with each involuntary twitch of his shaft. The older female held him steady rocking her hips in tiny increments so that he might feel the full living grip of a cunt working along every ridge and vein of his inexperienced flesh.

For several heartbeats he simply savored the wet velvet sheath pulsing around him the sheer overwhelming intimacy of being taken inside a female body for the first time. His tail lashed once then stilled as fresh waves of heat rolled through his groin and his breath came in shallow ragged bursts. She continued to guide him with those elegant fingers kneading and spreading his ass while her inner walls rippled in deliberate rhythm drawing him inexorably toward the edge he had never known.

The pressure built far too swiftly yet he clung to the moment desperate to memorize the slick muscular embrace before release claimed him.

Then without warning the climax surged through him and Yanza’s entire frame locked rigid. His balls drew up tight against his body and thick spurts of seed erupted deep inside her as the older female coaxed him through every pulse with soft encouraging whispers against his ear.

His low moan rose and broke into a series of helpless gasps while his hips jerked in short instinctive thrusts milking the last drops from his throbbing length. She did not release her grip on his ass until the final tremor had passed and only then did she ease him back allowing his spent cock to slip free glistening with their mingled fluids. Yanza’s tail flicked sharply. His heavy round orbs drew tight. A low moan escaped him as he spent himself deep inside her, the older female coaxing him through the release without pause. The moment he withdrew she did not cleanse herself.

Naru, unable to restrain himself further, buried his length to the hilt in the same slick heat. His hips pistoned without restraint, shameless and loud, panting and sweating as his eyes clenched shut.

The instant Naru’s cockhead pushed past her entrance a hot spurt of premature seed escaped him and he cried out sharply at the shocking intensity of the sensation. He drove forward in a single desperate thrust burying himself completely and the wet heat clamped down around him with ferocious muscular strength far tighter and more demanding than anything his imagination had prepared him for.

His hips began to piston on their own accord loud wet sounds filling the tent as he moaned and squealed without shame his voice cracking with raw overwhelming pleasure. Long pretty fingers once again dug into young male flesh this time gripping Naru’s ass with bruising force pulling him deeper into the rhythmic contractions that milked his length without mercy.

Sweat poured down his fur and his eyes rolled back as the older female’s cunt worked him with practiced undulations each stroke sending jolts of electric bliss straight into his tightening balls. He cried out again louder this time his entire body shuddering violently while incoherent moans spilled from his open mouth and his tail thrashed wildly behind him.

The pleasure was sharper more consuming than his friend had shown and Naru surrendered to it completely his hips slamming forward in frantic erratic rhythm as fresh spurts leaked from him with every inward plunge. Tears of pure overwhelmed sensation pricked at the corners of his eyes yet he did not slow only drove harder chasing the devouring ecstasy that threatened to shatter him.

Naru’s breath came in harsh broken sobs of pleasure and his voice rose into a continuous stream of squeals and moans as the older female’s inner walls rippled and squeezed around his pistoning shaft. Every muscle in his young frame trembled under the onslaught and his heavy balls slapped wetly against her with each savage thrust drawing tighter and tighter as the climax gathered like a storm.

She whispered low filthy encouragements into his ear that only drove him further into frenzy his cries growing louder and more animalistic until the entire tent seemed filled with the sound of his unrestrained rutting. The pressure became unbearable and still he thrust deeper lost in the slick gripping heat that owned him completely.

When she leaned in and whispered that he was a 'good ratboy', the words struck him like a lash; his body convulsed and he emptied himself almost at once, wondering distantly whether the same phrase had undone his friend.

When both had finished she drew them to stand before her. She took each in turn into her mouth, sucking until they yielded a final small measure of seed.

Then, with a firm squeeze to one flank and a sharp slap to the other, she dismissed them into the night with the promise that continued good work would earn the same recompense.

The two youths staggered out smiling, still unsteady on their feet, the dust of Tranga’s slums swallowing their retreating forms.