Sea Lion Shores a rat who gnaws at a cat's tail invites destruction

Have fun with this one, Karm! :P

He was sick in the head; he was sick in the body. He simultaneously knew this and did not know this, such a peculiar understanding of himself and the world did he have. He did not think nor ponder much as Vlad left, doing as he was bid he merely waited. But inaction made the presence of his parasites all the more detectable, and he chewed at them in a vain attempt to ease the itching they brought upon his skin.

Number One tossed a dazed rat in front of him, and he flashed him another dark and toothy grin. He did not require Vlad's threat to put him to work; his mind was still obsessively fixed on the idea of being rewarded with food, and indeed, he drooled even as he looked at the rodent. Here was food, but first, he needed to insure more food. He leaped upon the rat, his teeth biting at it and drawing a squeal as if he could not resist this one aggressive action.

With the rat between his paws and his gleaming, slobbery fangs bared in a twisted grin, he started to thrust. But the nature of the two creatures involved was simply not going to work. The scurvy wolf thrust vigorously in the air, guided by some warped instinct on how to do this thing, until he was thrusting wildly and faceplanting into the ground. Caught in his rhythm of ghastly humping, his snout buried into the sands, the real-rat found its escape from out beneath the wolf-rat's sunken stomach. It scurried, shrieking, down the beach, surely horrified, and surely suffering from PTSD.

All humped out, the Rat sat up with a stupid, blank look.