Emiiixlier, horny and desperate, turns to his rat, Ratito, for company. He strokes the furry creature, imagining it's not a rodent, but a willing partner. He pictures soft, delicate skin, not rough fur. He growls, his fantasy taking over. He tugs at his pants, releasing his throbbing cock. He jerks off, his eyes locked on Ratito, who squirms in his grip. He's so close, his breath ragged, his heart pounding. Suddenly, Ratito squeaks, breaking the spell. Emiiixlier grunts, finishing himself off, his fantasy shattered, but his need satisfied. He tucks Ratito back into his cage, his mind already wandering to his next solo adventure.