The Skavens Takeover
An 18 + story about two brothers being transformed into skaven. Do keep in mind that not everything is lore accurate so enjoy :)
The age of chaos some might call it. War rampaged across the continents bringing terror and misery to all those that inhabited the lands. Many species of life from dwarves and humans to the more sophisticated like elves and fairies all had their fair share of destruction brought about by the merciless factions of darkness. The blood gods, Chaos bringers, and skaven were just a handful that the forces of good had to hold back to protect there land. It was a never-ending cycle of blood and pain but it had to be endured.
_ _Deep within the walls of order there was a quiet town that had no name. Roughly 200 people lived inside. The town was nothing like the ones run strictly by the order. Small cobblestone buildings with cheaply made wooden stalls lined with fruits and goods adorning the muddy streets. The economy was scarce and all the people could barely get by but most were safe and secure.
Within the town resided two individuals Dale and Nick. They were brothers that lived in a clothing store and lived a very normal life. Dale was the older of the two sporting a masculine physique with dark brown hair. You could say that he was a ladies man in terms of every women in town wanting him. Always kind always going out of his way to help others...the perfect man. If one of the gods would choose any mortal to serve it would be him.
On the other end of the spectrum was Nick. Slender with shaggy dark brown hair and almost zero social life. For a human he was at the bottom of the barrel with no qualities any women would want. He was constantly overshadowed by his brother which left him with no self confidence to do much other than sell cloths and craft wonderful wooden architecture ...at least he thought so. Still he was content with his life at least for the time being.
It was another morning like any other for Nick. Wake up and eat breakfast which was just an apple and some bread. Then clean the shop up and get ready to open. He wishes he could have someone have a bath brought in but that would just be too much of a hassle. Customers walk in and out buying and selling goods...truly just another average morning. While in the middle of a sale his brother Dale came trouncing in with a women on each side.
"Good morning Nicky! How is the business?" Dale asked in passing leading the girls up the stairs into their bedroom. There was going to be another large batch of cloths that he was going to have to wash later that was for certain. If only he had more time maybe he could learn more about dating but all their income was dependent on what he could sell. Oh well its not like there was any one in town willing to have a go at him.
"Excuse me sir I asked for my cloths to be washed before noon." One angry customer said before storming out of the shop.
"200 copper is far too expensive for a new suit...how about 30 and I spread your name around the nearby towns for free?" Another said.
The sheer distain that a Nick had for the town was getting to him. Putting up with this day after day while his brother goofed off with his friends and having the time of his life. Nick wanted something to change. Could he move out and forget about everything? No unfortunately he couldn't. It would be even more expensive plus he did owe his brother for taking care of him when they were younger.
While the sun in the sky drifted down, Nick's hard day came to an abrupt end. All his customers went home for the day and the shop was closed awaiting the next day were time would just repeat itself. As Nick settled for the day, he sat on a stool next to a window and watched the night envelope the sky. Just as he was starting to nod off his eyes caught a shooting star zooming across the stars. "I wish my life would change for the better." He said.
As he watched the star streaking he noticing that it was a strange hue of green that was slowly growing in size. Ding! Dong! The town's alarm bell rung loudly and Nick jerked his head up as the "star" crashed into the center of town sending debris into the air. His home shook rousing his brother from his sleep upstairs. As Dale ran down to Nick completely naked, the sounds of a war horn bellowed in the distance and the clash of swords and shields could be heard not that far from them.
Dale hurried into the backroom to equip himself in some leather armor and a sword. "Don't worry Nick I'll be back soon." He said rushing out the front door, the sky now filling with smoke and the scent of death. Nick hid in the corner hiding himself under the sheets and clothing praying to sigmar that he would live through this day. Minutes turned to hours and there was almost no end to the fighting.
The town was burning and most of the citizens were either gone from the city walls or dead. The women and children were led away by a small force of infantry while the able bodied men defended what remained of the town. A skaven horde somehow got beyond the borders of the order which gave the humans no time to prepare. The town was never really that important so it was unlikely that they would receive reinforcements. The skavens showed no remorse rampaging through the streets striking overpowering the guard with their vast numbers and Dale was still fighting along side the ones that refused to run.
With the guards distracted, some of the skavens had made it onto the smoldering rooftops with green canisters strapped to their bodies. Within seconds they detonated themselves sending the green toxins airborne. The stuff coated the mud and walls while its gaseous form polluted the very air that the humans breathed. With every breathe they took, they forced themselves closer to their doom.
Through the carnage, Dale noticed that his comrades started passing out and one by one, the battlefield was layed waste with the skaven converging in on the remaining survivors. However Dale didn't want to go down without a fight and even though he was breathing in a very toxic fume he stood his ground. Every skaven that charged at him was cut down. Skaven were not the best fighters in a one vs one capacity but Dale was running out of room to fight and knowing that the city was lost he began retreating back to home.
Dale's struggling body bursted through the wooden door coughing and wheezing. Gripping his chest he fell to his knees. The thick fumes from the outside had encompassed his home. Nick who had been hiding came running over to him with a small first aid kit. "Nick! What are you still doing here!" Dale said furiously. "Why haven't you left the town with everybody else!" Nick ignored his outrage doing his best to alleviate some of his brothers pain. A few potions should do the trick....
Clank. Clank. Clank. The footsteps of the rats outside were drawing ever so close. As Nick administered some of the potions, Dale began screaming in pain. "AUGHHHHHH!!!" His grip tightened on his chest and he writhed on the wooden floor as if being eaten from the inside. Nick was unsure of what to do so he laid over his brother hoping it would calm him down. Nick could smell the foul odor coming from his leather armor making his sinuses burn.
Dale's veins were popping out of his skin as his agony was only the start. The leather straps holding his armor attached to his body were growing tighter. Thinning out the more they were forced to part. The muscles under his armor were expanding. Growing larger in both mass and size. Nick quickly began removing each piece throwing them away until he could see his brother's bare chest.
Nick could barely see through the haze of smoke and gas but he could make out small patches of hair growing along Dale's skin. "What do I do!" Nick panicked looking through his medical bag trying everything potion, ointment, and pill he could find but the hair kept spreading. What form of magic was this. Soon the straps and clothing around Dale's leggings were snapping and ripping. The visible skin from underneath coated with the same type of hair from his chest.
Dale was growing and uncomfortably so. As Nick watched his brother he took notice that he wasn't being left alone by whatever the mist was doing. His arm felt unnervingly itchy and as he scratched over the irritation, the same type of hair was revealed. He tried to let out a scream but his lungs seized up and he bent over gasping for what little air that was left in the room.
As every last shred of clothing on Dale's body was on the ground, he was left naked with strained muscles that looked as if they were trying to escape his flesh. The hair on his body slowly covered almost every inch of his body in a blanket of black fur. Dale was able to catch his breath as his body started to relax for the moment and his muscles regained a normal shape. "Nick! We gottaAAAA!" The next surge of pain came at his ass. Slamming his fist against the wooden floor in pure desperation he tried his hardest to fight but it was all to no avail.
The end of Dale's spine protruded from his ass and began streching with the skin. The very tip of his growing tail snaked along the ground as he endured. It remained pink and the skin was rough like sandpaper. It was then that he knew exactly what he was transforming into and he couldn't believe it. A Skaven! Those very monsters that were outside dispatching his former troop members and burning down his town. This couldn't be possible! It had to be a dream!
However this was no dream. He watched with one eye open as his feet began pulling away from his body, streching outward while his toes sharpened and changed. The thin bones in his feet working hard to accommodate the changes. Then after his feet had undergone their ratification, his groin was next. His human cock was fully erect despite the horrific scenario that was underway. "Anything but that FUUUUCK!" He screamed as he could feel the changes affecting his manhood.
Dale forced himself up on his hands and knees unable to find his footing but crawling in a vain attempt at fleeing. His dangling ballsack beneath his new tail was throbbing. All he felt was an extreme force being exerted on his nethers and it was far worse than anything he had ever experienced. His fur covered human ballsack rhythmically pulsed both contracting and increasing in size. The seed inside was being mutated. Skaven DNA was erasing any trace of human sperm. "HNGGG NO PLEASE NOT THAT!" His grapefruit size balls now held very viral seeds for breeding with skaven. Something that was complete taboo for any human.
While his penis mostly remained humanoid, the skin along his shaft changed from a normal tan color to a darker shade of grey to match his pitch black fur. Dale gritted his teeth together as his hips reshaped slightly to better suit his tail and ever increasing size. The plague of pain slithered up his body forcing him to lurch forward as his neck thickened near the back of his skull.
It was an inhumane act of violence that was assaulting Dale. He would rather have been killed in the line of duty and been praised as a hero rather than suffer this indignity. The immense pressure he felt in his head was dizzying. The world around him was practically turning around in circles. He could hear it before he felt it._ _Pop.Pop. His skull was moving under the skin. Dale could almost see it as well, his nose streching forward while his neck very slowly extended. Taste, sound, and sight disappeared completely leaving him in a void state while his sensory rearranged to better suit the soon to be skaven.
Dale's ears rounded out more moving over to the top of his head. His eyes went black before filling in with a red glossy look. When his face stopped pushing out into a muzzle, his human teeth fell out as more pointed skaven ones pushed out of his gums. The two front teeth pushed out further than the rest giving him sharp buck teeth that were as sharp as a knife. A few whiskers pushed out from his lips and soon his skull settled into its more vermin state. Dale now had no human features left and was a complete skaven that was indistinguishable from any other rat.
While Dale floundered about on the floor, Nick was going through the changes on his own. However unlike his brother he wasn't blessed with a massive size increase and instead only grew a few inches at best. His muscles didn't even grow out and the fur color on his body was more brown. His feet were elongating and his tail was emerging from his buttocks just like Dale's however that's were the similarities stopped outright. The universe had different plans for Nick.
Nick's hips grew wider with a lewd popping sound that was rearranging his insides. He clutched as his stomach as it burned almost as if there was a small fire in his gut. The discomfort grew to the point were he wanted to disrobe as fast as possible. He gasped in horror letting more of the foul smoke into his lungs. While the lower half of his body was transforming he could barely find his own penis beneath the fur.
Nick held onto his thighs with both hands and was then hit with a pain only equal to having your balls tapped on by an iron paddle. His ballsack was under such stress he couldn't find any way to relieve the pain until he could feel them tightly against his pelvis. With a scream one testicle was drawn up into his body followed by the second leaving behind a small nub that once was his cock. As his testicles went further in, they modified their purpose fit for a more female skaven. The once sperm filled testies were now egg filled ovaries and were now able to reproduce with a fitting male. On the outside of his pelvis a slick vagina took place of his manhood that a skaven would find irresistible
While the relief was only temporary Nick savored it. Hunched over on the floor he could see his hands becoming longer with the fingernails sharpening. There was more pressure on his chest that only confused him but soon became apparent that the transformation was going to take everything from him. His flat nipples that were surrounded by brown fur began filling out into a small pair of breasts. Nick put his hands on them hoping he could stop it from growing more but they pushed against him slowly pushing out into a normal pair of feminine breasts.
As if it weren't humiliating enough, two more lumps formed right underneath his...or rather her breasts. A smaller second pair of boobs adorned her but not nearly as noticeable as her first pair. Then the transformation continued as normal. Nick lost all senses of her body as her skull pushed outward reshaping so it better matched her rathood. Ears pushed up, eyes reddening, and teeth and tongue morphing just like Dale. Within a few more minutes Nick's eyesight came back along with her hearing. Her tongue hung out of her muzzle as she crawled forward to the unconscious Dale.
_ ** ** Slam_. The door to the shop burst open and a small group of heavily armored skaven equipped with halberds and shields stormed inside ransacking the place. At first Nick thought that it was over. Completely losing her identity and then being killed off was probably not the way she expected to go. She waited to be finished off like a prized deer but death never came. While she could still see her body was giving out on her and before her world turned black she saw the skaven dragging away Dale.
With the conquering on one small town, the skaven were able to get a foothold and expand their territory. They continued their expansion until Human and dwarven reinforcements cut them off once again giving them a stalemate at the borders. The Order's territory was once again safe and security was amplified. While the skaven celebrated their victory, the two brothers were taken to one of the skaven hideouts for treatment.
Among the trees of the forest lie secret cave entrances that were hidden with illusion magic. Beyond the cave there were twisted tunnels leading in every direction with no lights at all only pitch black nothing. However within the earth and stone there was a settlement for skavens. It was nothing compared to the cities and fortresses but it was a safe place for the rat folk to seek refuge. Small wooden structures aligned the walls with boxes upon boxes of warpstone. Each structure was designed for the needs of the skaven. Food, weapon craft, and magic crafting were just some of the areas.
While not heavily guarded the hideout was patrolled by several groups and a majority of the rats were either slaves or researchers. It was important to keep a low profile so close to the borders. If ever discovered they would fight to the last breathe and burn all their discoveries. While the skaven army continued to march forward and destroy, hideaways like these were just as important.
" ATUCH! ATUCH! Victorious wounded come!". A small grey skaven said entering a large wooden shack that had red skaven banners adorned along the walls. A large wooden table with a map of the area was across the table. Small figures were on different locations and the one moving them around was Atuch. A very tall imposing skaven with black fur fully equipped in a terrifying set of armor. The plating around his body was a blood red color with sharp spikes at at every edge. His under armor was chainmail and his helmet appeared to have half of an axe that went down the front of his snout.
Atuch's beady red eyes peered back at the servant. "Good. Go fix-heal them. Then feast." The servant nodded and scurried back to relay his orders. While still new to his command post Atuch was already bored beyond belief. It was far too quiet and the mixture of fear and bloodshed was deeply missed. One mistake one simple mistake and he was forced here by daggers in the dark but someday he will prove himself again.
After many hours Nick finally awakened on a small cot with a blanket covering her body. "Oh thank sigmar it was only a dream." However the more she looked around the more reality came down like a hammer. Her vision was slightly wider than it use to be and she felt....off. The dark dreary room she was in was barely lit by a torch on the wall. Nick propped herself up on her rear reaching up to tough her face and was instantly overcome with confusion and fear. "N-No...what is this."
While on hand stroked along the side of her new rat muzzle her other hand propped up the sheet she was in revealing her breasts. She pulled the sheets tightly to her body almost on the verge of tears. "Dale! Where are you!" she yelled looking frantically around for any sign of her brother. Soon enough her screams were heard but not by her brother.
A door from the shadows creaked open and a hunched over skaven with light grey fur and a walking stick stepped into the light. "Your awake. Good-good. Now why is female so far from home?" It asked using its stick to prod at Nicks leg. "You escape? No? Hmmm. Unsure. Leave to leader." The skaven crept closer and pulled the sheets back to Nick's surprise. While Nick was too scared to speak the rat looked over her exposed body. When it finally left she quickly covered herself back up trying to catch her breathe.
Meanwhile on the other end of the medical ward, Dale was already awake and he was furious. "What have you done to me!?" He said clawing at his furry chest. "I'm a fucking freak now! You're all going to pay for this!" He had every right to be angry. First he lost his home as well as some of his close friends. Now he lost the one thing he prized above most everything..himself. What was once an attractive human male that could lay any girl of his choosing was now an oversized rat that would be shunned in any human society.
As he became more of a threat to the ward, a few soldiers marched inside to restrain him. Bolstered with combat experience as well as brute strength, Dale was able to throw a couple skaven off of him before being pinned down and tied up. Fully expecting to die he huffed against the ground with his nose deep in the dirt. Normally they wouldn't hold prisoners or captives. Dale however was now one of them so they simply left him tied up in his room and left.
Humiliation was something Dale was not accustomed to. With nothing better to do he began scheming of some way to escape and hopefully reverse whatever curse this was. Skaven were known for there corrupt tactics and he resolved to stop this madness. He just had to wait for the right opportunity and be patient. Being a skaven meant being behind enemy lines and once he was done he would be hailed a hero upon returning home.
" Rise! Leader here-here." Bellowed from within the ward. Atuch had arrived so see personally how much damage was done. There were many skaven with bandaged bodies and amputated limbs. Luckily they were being treated by skilled doctors and mages. While it felt happy for Atuch to see there weren't many casualties he couldn't help but be jealous that he wasn't with them.
"Report. Now." Atuch said clenching his fist. The skaven scrambled like the rats they were. Each available one handing him notes upon notes. "What are these two? Afflicted and ...female? What is the meaning of this." He grumbled throwing the sheets of paper to the floor then stepping over them to walk further back into the solitary units. Things were getting interesting for him to say the least.
As Atuch approached the afflicted's unit he sent the guards away from the door. Any danger was going to be handled by him and him alone. Opening the wooden door he found the tied up stormvermin writhing against the ground. There was such ferocity in his eyes that any skaven could appreciate yet he saw no real signs of affliction to anything that the man-things could come up with.
However upon further investigation he noticed that something was off...specifically the smell. It was almost that of a newborn. "Speak black rat. Why do you rage?" Atuch said shutting the door behind him. The black rat sneered hard at him which also felt off. Anyone that dared look him in the eye was either dead or stupid. "Speak now!" Atuch commanded one more time.
The rat gave a slight inhale before speaking. "I am just sick is all. Nothing to worry about." The way he spoke set off another alarm. Was this an imposter perhaps or maybe illusion. No this was definitely a full blooded skaven and a muscular one to boot. Still unsure he had one simple question that would determine who this was. Atuch smirked and asked "Who am I?"
The stormvermin furrowed his brow and was looking at him closely. "Red guard?" He said pulling on his ropes some more. Atuch then let out a loud cackle, laughing at the answer. Of coarse he wouldn't know. Only skaven within this region knew who he was. It was a cheap imitation of a stormvermin yet he knew he was one of them. It was so very confusing and he couldn't make heads or tails on what exactly to do with this.....thing.
"Enough of your lies rat-thing. Speak truth or I send you to the pit." Atuch said pointing his finger at the imposter.
"Fine! My names Dale and your kind has cursed me! When I get out of here I'll destroy you and your kin!" Dale angrily spat at Atuch's feet.
"Dale? That is a human name. Heavy curse indeed to look like us or..." Atuch smiled. " Maybe was not intentional."
Things were getting very interesting indeed. Atuch had never heard of a curse like this one. Of coarse now that he knew this former man-thing the correct form of punishment would be to execute him and be on his way...however it would be such a waste and they were extremely shorthanded at the moment. A cunning ploy began forming and he had a much better idea.
"So man-thing wants freedom and destruction yes-yes? We deal then?" Atuch crouched down so he could see his face better.
"What deal? There is nothing you could offer me you vermin." Dale said caught off guard by the skavens request.
"What about your body. If its skaven magic that did this...then its skaven magic that can fix."
"I won't kill my own brethren if that's what your wanting." Dale scowled at the idea.
"Not man-things...beast-things and Chaos warriors. Need more power."
Dale fell silent for a moment pondering the deal. "What of the other skaven. What if I am cured then what? Are you just going to kill me after the deal is done?" While Atuch did foresee trouble the risks far outweigh it. He was only one man after all and there was nothing of significance at this outpost for him to steal.
"We will fix you up nicely and you need not worry. I'd like to fight you on the battlefield someday." Atuch pulled a sharp dagger from the sheath on his belt and cut the rope. "Now report to barrack master for fitting. Also your name is now Dorock. Use it or draw suspicion." Atuch stood and walked toward the door.
"Wait I didn't agree yet!" Dale shouted pulling the dead rope free from his body.
"Report to the barrack master then we discuss further." After exiting he shut the door behind him.
With one problem dealt with Atuch now had one more to solve. Approaching the females unit he saw that there was a small group of skaven just outside the doorway cackling to themselves. Rumors were starting to spread around and this could be a huge distraction. "DISPERSE!" He shouted and the small group tripped over themselves trying to get away. With a loud sigh he pushed into the room and locked the door behind him.
A quick scan of the small room just to be sure none of the rabble outside snuck in and he nodded to himself. The female skaven was sat huddle against the wall just below the torchlight. Curiously her scent was the same as the other. Unlike Dorock she was timid and weak. She was healthy however which was unusual for a number of reasons. Could this be another of the curse?
"You are cursed as well?" Atuch said approaching.
"Y-yes..." She said cautiously.
It was as expected however this time around Atuch didn't need her strength in this war. If any other skaven was in his position she would have been executed on the spot. However this was quite rare and she could serve in the breeding ward at the main city, but then the skaven bloodline might be tainted with the man-things desire to do good.
He could see that the female was scared of him as most man-things should be and it was completely up to him was fate befell her. "What are you talents? We have no use for the unusable."
"I-I don't know. Do whatever you want. The only thing I was good for was carpentry and clothing." She said looking away from him.
"Have you ever wielded a blade? Construct war machines? Blacksmith?" Atuch listed what he could think of. Maybe it was him being kind for the first time or maybe it was a more primal desire to impress the female. She shook her head and then Atuch came up with a good idea for this situation.
"Well then you serve in a special unit. They not much but could use you. Just don't reveal your curse. I can't guarantee safety." Atuch turned around and opened the door. "Your new name is Neecha so abandon who you were. I'll have a tailor sent here to get you properly outfitted."
"W-wait!" Neecha said gripping the soft sheets that adorned her. "My brother! Does he live?"
Assuming that she was talking about the black furred one he nodded and a small smile crept onto her face. With that he shut the door behind him he had to go make special preparations for this new squad he had to come up with.
"Fall in!" Atuch yelled inside his command post. The doors swung open and four skaven came trotting inside. One was clearly a pack rat. Short small limbs with grey fur that looked someone singed off patched of. Small tools and sacks were attached to his belt and he had a plain cloth tunic that was covered in mud. "I Meekit! " he said. "Treasures I find. Supplies I carry."
The next was a gunner. Completely covered in iron armor except for his tail. Warpstone bullets strapped across his chest and belt. "I Reeka. I kill-kill anything that move-walks". A nice ranged addition to a squad was very welcome and helped counterbalance the more melee focused group.
The last two were the former humans. The black stormvermin looked good in skaven armor. You almost couldn't tell him apart from any other of the stormvermins other than the scowl on his face. Wearing the skaven symbol on his armor felt like he was betraying everything he stood for yet he had to endure this humiliation for the sake of his former body. "I am Dorock. Just tell me what you want."
Nick or Neecha sat just on the end dressed in a black robe that covered her up completely. There were two eye holes in the hood that she could see out of and two short shorts attached to her hips. There was leather padding along her chest giving her the assassins appearance and to not draw attention to her gender. "I'm Neecha." She said sitting uncomfortably by the rats.
"Good-good" Atuch said clapping his hands together. "Good team and we have rat ogre on standby. Now for your mission. Beast-things have settled in skaven territory. A warpstone mine. Kill-slay them and take back what's ours." Atuch walked over to his bed which was just behind a curtain and came back out with his spiked halberd. "I will lead."
While the other skaven folk cheered at the notion of killing things, Neecha and Dorock were looking at each other with familiar sense. With no time to greet one another the small squad began leaving the room with Atuch at the head. They quickly followed and were about to embark on their first mission as skaven.
After equipping themselves with weapons and supplies, the small skaven group led by Atuch began their journey to the east to reclaim their lost mine. Dorock felt spiteful and carrying around a skaven halberd only annoyed him more. While he certainly felt stronger he wanted to return home and forget about this nightmare. Acting like a loyal skaven stormvermin was killing him on the inside.
Neecha was cautiously walking with every step knowing if she slipped up even once could cost her life. The very things responsible for so much death were walking amongst them like allies. Could she however rely on them for protection? Only time would tell if everything would work out for the best. As the group marched onward a small light at the end of the tunnel slowly parted the darkness.
The group walked into the sunlit forest pushing themselves past the overgrown trees. Within a few short hours they found the base of a mountain with large chasms along the ground. "Hmm we climb. Mine entrance is on the other side." Atuch surmised. Looking around he found a path leading upward. "Come-come". The skavens had no trouble following their leader but the two former humans were getting bored and tired. Atuch looked back at them every now and then just to test their progress as skavens and as he thought their minds were just not skaven.
Although they could not sweat, the group decided to make camp as the sun went down. A small fire pit for roasting, a few tents for resting, and a small spot for crafting warpstone tools which gave off a green hue. Dorock watched intently as each skaven had their own ways of preparation. Reeka counted his bullets and cleaned his big Gatling gun. Meekit sat around his warpstone crafting device with a hammer and chisel likely making magic amulets. Neecha sat by herself with her feet dangling off the side of the mountain. Lastly Atuch left to bring back food from the forest below.
"Dorock! Me make shiny things look-look." Meekit scurried up to Dorock holding his half made warpstone amulet and a handful of raw warpstone ore in his free hand. Dorock sighed looking away from the small rat. "It gives much-much protection." The green magic felt so strongly standing this close. The raw power that skavens coveted so much was more understandable now. Dorock could feel it calling to him like a siren in the desert. "Oh you feel so strongly for warpstone? Have-take some. Get good-good feelings.
Meekit put the raw warpstone in Dorock's palm and he was immediately overcome with power. The scent of it invaded his nostrils sending a surge of electricity into his veins. It was if he was invincible and his muscles tensed up ready for battle. As Meekit skittered away Dorock gripped the stone tightly. "Fuck this is warpstone. It feels incredible. With this I might be able to finish the fight even quicker. Though I am positive that's what all skaven folk think when they use this." He said sitting down with a clunk.
Moments later Atuch came dragging two deer up the hill. With a single twist of his hip, he threw them right next to the fire pit. Reeka set down his weapon and pulled out a knife. After all the cooking was done the skaven helped themselves to some smoked venison. Even Dorock was enjoying the meal. Atuch noticed that not all skaven were accounted for.
Within minutes of searching Atuch found Neecha laying down against the hill. The sight of seeing the female laying in the soft grass with the moonlight gently lighting her fur sent shivers down his spine. He coughed shaking his head before approaching her. "You need to eat." He said laying a chunk of venison on the ground next to her. She snapped out of whatever trance she was in and sat up.
"Oh sorry I was....lost in thought."
"What are you pondering?"
"Just about me and how my life seems to be going. I wanted things to change but this....is a bit much."
"I know this is a big change for your kind. I know it must be difficult."
" Was that sentiment from a skaven I just heard?"
"Ugh! I .....yes-yes? Maybe skaven not as bad as you think?"
"I only know things from what my brother and the empire told me. That your kind is a plague on the land. Killing and taking everything from everyone."
"That's just what we are. It's all we know. Someday it might change but leaders now want carnage."
" You're a red guard correct?"
" I use to be. Trained harshly. Won many wars for skaven kin. One act of mercy and they think I gone soft."
"Having a mind of your own isn't too bad."
"Maybe for frail man-things but for skaven its a threat".
Atuch sat down beside Neecha and handed her the venison personally. She sighed opening her maw and tasted the juicy venison on her vermin tongue for the first time. As she scarfed down on the meat, Atuch smiled as if he accomplished a grueling task. He layed back falling asleep and Neecha smiled hiding her face under her hood. "Thank you for caring...although I doubt you would admit it." She said laying back.
While the night continues, the small skaven group got some well needed rest for the battle ahead. The sun rose in just a few short hours and once again the group pressed onwards. Marching one by one they made it around the mountain and soon was right above were they needed to be. The mine's entrance was a massive hole in the side of the rocky mountain held together by wooden beams. There was a green hue coming from deep within that could be felt by the skavens.
The goal was in sight but was well guarded. The bestigors patrolled the front most of which were wearing clad iron armor. They were normally fearsome foes to begin with as most were the offspring between bulls and monsters. To the human eye they looked like anthro goats mixed with the human physique. Each of these were armed with sharp blades and spears. The skavens, hidden just above the mine, awaited Atuch's orders.
"Gunner". Atuch commanded.
With one word Reeka stepped over the rock they were hiding behind with his gatling gun aimed directly at the patrol. A loud whirring sound built up within the belly of the firearm and with loud bang it went off sending a hail of bullets to shower the unprepared patrol. The bestigors frantically looked for cover with some able to get ahold of their bows and shields. With the distraction going, the skaven squad charged down the hill with their weapons drawn.
Atuch and Dorock were in the forefront ramming their pointed halberds through multiple off guard beasties. Meekit scurried around the battlefield throwing rocks and hoarding as much inventory as he could into his seemingly endless sack. Atuch didn't need many warriors in this but felt it necessary to gauge the strength of the two former humans as well as the two actual skavens. They didn't disappoint.
With Reeka using covering fire and Dorock beside Atuch the beastmen fell easily. The entrance to the mine was fully secure within a matter of minutes. "Good-good. Now we head inside....were is Neecha." Atuch said. Everyone regrouped at the mine entrance with Neecha slowly following behind. With a heavy sigh Atuch walked over to her with a scowl on his face.
"Why are you not participating? Kill-kill the beastmen so we can take mine faster." Atuch said gripping his bloodied halberd.
"Easy for you to say. I'm not use to this kinda stuff...I never.." she said looking away from him
"You never take life?"
"Yea..."
"hmm at least act like skaven remember. I don't need others doubting."
Those words seem to bother the she-skaven and Atuch noticed. He wasn't use to apologizing or being empathetic. There was something about this female that made him want to learn to be. Was this normal for skaven? Surely not as most females are bred in droves. Atuch has not had any sexual encounter with a female before and it was very different and more difficult.
"It's just....I actual miss my brother." Neecha said. "I never thought I would considering how much of an ass he was. Everyone loved the guy to death and I thought maybe if he was gone I'd actually get a chance to be myself more. Even as a skaven I'm still just a loser..."
Atuch glanced over to Dorock which is no doubt her brother. Atuch could very well tell her who he was but decided it wasn't the right time or place. The last thing they need was a distraction in the middle of combat. "Listen. Stay by me or hide in the shadows. If you see your moment take it. You can't stop-wait for others to tell you what is necessary." Atuch said. "I think you have the potential at least."
Neecha blushed under the fur reading past the commander talk. No one has ever attempted to cheer her up before so she nodded looking down at the two blades in her hands. The idea of killing wasn't a good concept but if it would help out....under certain circumstances of coarse. With the pep talk complete the two grouped up with the rest of the skaven and were about to begin the final charge into the mine.
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The skaven squad marched inside the dimly lit cavern. Iron railways leading in every direction. The beastmen were seemingly covering every corner but this was skaven territory and it was known well enough by Atuch. Fighting their way inside they hardly suffered a scratch. It was easy enough getting into the inner part of the mine where all the warpstone were mined from the walls. However the bestigors were waiting with an army. At least 400 or so stood between the squad and victory.
With the combined might of Atuch and Dorock the front line was held while Reeka mowed down the enemy from above. The tight spaces of the mineshaft were perfect for weeding out the masses. Their numbers fell and for the next few hours they continued to fall. Soon enough the halls were filled with bodies and their blood splattered across the walls. Victory was nearly at hand.
The cavernous walls shook as a deep bellow sounded in the darkness. Loud thumps pounding in rhythm one after the other. The torchlight was barely able to illuminate the monster that soon came before the team. A large 10 foot minotaur with pitch black fur and a large double handed axe huffed with visible breathe from its nostrils. Atuch and Dorock squeezed their weapons tightly before staring the beast down.
Within an instant the minotaur charged straight at them knocking both skaven down and then bolted right for Reeka. As the monstrous bull swung his axe Reeka blocked it with his gun, shattering it to pieces and sending him flying against the wall. Atuch recovered and charged with his halberd piercing the bull's back. On instinct the minotaur raised his axe and slammed down, but Atuch caught the blow on the handle of his metal halberd.
For a brief moment Dorock thought it would be best if the minotaur took care of the skaven, but in doing so he would rob himself of the chance to be human again. With anger fueling his actions he threw his halberd and with a bonebreaking thud it landed square against the monster's shoulder allowing Atuch to break away from it's grasp. With both skaven feeling their endurance draining there was a high need to end this fight here and now.
As the minotaur prepared for another charge, a shadow fell onto the bull's back and two swords pierced through his neck. The bull reached for his neck and swung his body around wildly throwing whomever was on their back off. When the beast fell down the skavens cheered. Neecha stood up from the shadows and into the light breathing heavily. Atuch smirked at her and she fumbled around with her hands.
With the final battle over and the skaven's victorious, they divided the loot amongst each other. Neecha gladly accepted the praise of her team and Atuch gave the order for preparations on returning home. While the mine was still littered with corpses the team left the mine exhausted and ready to relax. Meekit carried a majority of everyone's loot as they reclimbed the mountainside.
Time flew as they trekked through familiar territory. Nightfall soon took over once again and the group found a nice cave filled with a water that made the stone sparkle. With tents erected and the firepit lit the skavens took the time to fill their bellies with food and water. Once Neecha had her fill however she needed some alone time. Disappearing from the group she set out deeper into the dark damp cave.
Finally alone with her thoughts she sat down by the pool of sparkling clear water. "Euk...I could definitely use a bath." She said looking at her matted fur of both sweat and blood. Neecha still couldn't believe she worked up the courage to take down a minotaur. She saw an opportunity and took it...just like Atuch said. Neecha couldn't help but smile as she unbelted her gear letting the heavy leather plop to the ground with her swords and loot.
Neecha very carefully took off the leather and pulled the robe over her head so that her bare body was exposed to the world. Seeing her breasts again made her feel uncomfortable as just a few short days ago she was a man. Maybe she could ask Atuch if he knew of any spells? Skaven were known for having weird magic. Neecha slowly pushed both her hands up her chest and over her two normal breasts and slid her fingers down to her smaller second pair. "So sensitive..."
Next she dropped her wooly trousers so she was completely in the nude. Neecha could still feel the ghost of her former cock yet it no longer existed. With a big sigh she dipped her toe into the water and slowly descended down until only her head was above. The water turned colors for a moment but still retained its blue hue. It felt so relieving since she hadn't bathed in days. Neecha moved up and down her arms feeling the cool water run along her fur. "I could get use to this..."
"Enjoying yourself?" Atuch said standing just on the outside of the pool causing Neecha to jump.
"Don't sneak up on me like that. What are you doing here anyways." Neecha covered her breasts instinctively.
"You leave-leave. I want to make sure your safe..."
Atuch gripped his tail in his hand trying not to stare at her. Within the iron plating and chainmail his penis throbbed steadily almost ready to break free of its cage. There was no stopping him if he desired to just "take" her. It could be so easy yet he chose to be what the humans call ...nice. She was once human after all and if he started acting like a monster then he would be treated as such. The idea rubbed him the wrong way.
"Well I am totally safe so you can go." Neecha said dipping her head into the water.
When Neecha emerged from the water, the liquid ran down her breasts giving them a certain shine. Atuch could see it all and in that moment he knew he wanted her. The throbbing in his loins pressed hard against his armor almost painfully. In his heart he could feel a glow welling up inside him. It was an uncertain emotion that he was unfamiliar with and it was enjoyable.
"I...uh..can I..." Atuch stammered gripping his tail tighter.
This was unbelievable. The great Atuch Demonslayer getting all twisted up like this. He could conquer wars. He could demolish armies. He could lead! Yet when it comes down to talking to this female he could only feel his heart pounding against his chest and couldn't get the right words out.
Neecha finally crawled out of the little pond still covering herself with her hands. As she attempted to walk past him he grabbed her by the arm. "What is it?" Without thinking Atuch leaned down and pushed his lips into hers. With a surprised expression on her face he withdrew his snout. Neecha had never been kissed before. It wasn't exactly unwelcome she just didn't know how to respond.
Atuch wrapped his arm around Neecha's waist pulling her against himself. "I....want-need you." He said with his breath growing heavy. Before Neecha could get a word in he pressed his furry lips against hers again this time not letting up. His mouth parted against hers with their salivated lips pushing on one another. The warmth that Neecha could feel was unlike anything she had experienced. As she was about to get lost in the moment she snapped back into her senses pushing against him freeing herself from his grasp.
"W-wait ..stop..we can't" She said turning away from him.
"Was it..too sudden?" He retorted.
"What do you mean? Did you already forget what I am?"
"No. That secret I will not tell."
" But your a skaven! I don't get you. Your all suppose to be evil. I'm not even suppose to be this....this"
"Neecha." Atuch grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around so they could see eye to eye. "Stop."
There were visible tears in Neecha's eyes. Being a male human stuck in a female skavens body was one thing and now this. It was taboo as it gets for anyone. Yet the feelings she was experiencing felt so wonderful she never expected anyone to care this much. It was a whirlwind of emotions plaguing her thoughts. What was right and what was wrong.
"I can't tell you how to feel. Just know how I feel..for you" Atuch said.
"If I was still human you wouldn't be saying that." Neecha said looking away from him.
"I doubt I would as well however...I wouldn't have met you then. Think-think for a moment. If you never became skaven then we wouldn't have even seen one another"
"Well...yes..but....what if I told you I was a guy?"
"Will that change how you feel? All I see standing here is a strong skaven that took down a minotaur."
"It doesn't bother you?"
"Maybe but your not a man now are you?"
What if Neecha retained her manhood? Of coarse their relationship would be different. Although Neecha wasn't much of a ladies man she always wanted to settle down with someone and start a family. It still wasn't off the board yet and the skaven didn't seem to care too much of the "What ifs". Love was and always will be a complicated thing. Neecha knew how he felt about her but did she really feel the same.
"I need time to think." Neecha said.
With a disappointed look on Atuch's face he nodded. After straightening his armor a bit he walked back to camp still pondering if he did the right thing. Neecha was left alone and naked sitting on the cavern floor.
Meanwhile back at camp Dorock and Reeka were helping Meekit count up all the silver they collected from their journey. 200....400...600..1000 silver. "Quite the haul yes-yes?" Reeka said hoisting his share to his belt, tying it securely around his waist. Dorock nodded staring at the money bag. While he appreciated being rewarded he knew not what to spend it on. Gear would be the obvious choice but if Atuch held up his end of this bargain he wouldn't need it anymore.
"Oh maybe want fuck-fuck?" Meekit chimed in chuckling to himself.
"Hmph. Has been long time since I've bred. Can't. Need new weapon now." Reeka patted his broken minigun in anger.
Ah the allure of sex with another. Dorock had missed the companionship of the opposite sex. The last day he fucked was of coarse the last day he was human. He could still visualize it perfectly. Beautiful tanned skin....a massive rack....blonde hair....and he did it all while her sister watched. Gods what a day that was. In the midst of his thoughts his body was reacting. His thick cock was swelling under his stormvermin armor.
"How much were they....the females?" Dorock asked.
"Oh? Around 2000 silver I think." Reeka replied. "Though the waiting period is anyone's guess."
"Dorock need to fuck-breed yes-yes?" Meekit hopped onto his feet walking over to him.
Unsure what the little rat was getting at Dorock watched as Meekit pulled his tunic from over his head and taking off his belts. Meekit was now naked except for a loincloth that covered his manhood. Reeka watched on the side with interested eyes. "I help. Save money for now-now." Meekit said putting his hands on Dorock's armor. It soon clicked that Meekit was offering himself but that idea was too much for the former human.
"Stop...I don't do males." Dorock said putting his hands on Meekit's shoulders.
"Come. We help rat-kin." Meekit's skilled hands started undoing Dorock's metal plating.
Dorock was so pent up and this new body needed release. Maybe if he closed his eyes and pretended it was a chick it would help. Afterwards he could save his money and buy a female...assuming he was still like this. With a thunk he removed the bottom of his protection leaving just a chainmail skirt around his waist. "Do you know what your doing?" Dorock asked staring at the small grey rat.
With a smile Meekit pulled up the chainmail up and over Dorock's throbbing greyish penis that was firmly erect. The cool breeze made him shiver and Meekit set his hands against the meaty spire. The touch only made Dorock harder. The skaven's hands were so rough yet so malleable. Dorock quickly closed his eyes and sat back on the ground imagining a hot red head servicing him.
Meekit pressed his rodent nose against the base of Dorock's shaft letting in his masculine scent perforate his senses. Meekit's tiny hands began squeezing around the girthy cock letting his fingers press against the skin. Up and down from the tip to the balls he caressed the blackrat's massive dick. Excitedly Meekit let his wet tongue out of his maw so it could wrap around the skin. While his fingers tickled down over the giant ballsack, his tongue pushed into Dorock's girth dragging it up into the tip.
Dorock grunted under his breathe holding back any moans of pleasure. While he had the experience with blowjobs before this rat....really knew what he was doing. It was incredibly difficult to keep his composure as the small rat felt and licked over his manhood. Each touch..each lick nearly sent him over the edge. It was like being groped by electricity because the stimulation was as if he was a virgin again.
The groans of approval only encouraged Meekit further so it was time to really go to work. He pulled Dorock's cock downward so it was straightened out. As he set the tip to his lips he pushed his head forward allowing his lips and tongue to glide over the throbbing meat. It was almost too much for Dorock as he sat up immediately with his eyes popped open.
Now having his muzzle completely stuffed, Meekit savored the taste. So salty yet intoxicating all the same. The blood vessels within pumping along his tongue while the tip drip fed skaven pre. Confident Meekit pushed his mouth back and forth pushing his nose into the black fur over and over. He then put his hands on Dorock's thighs forcing them to stay open as the intense pleasure was making him squirm.
Dorock couldn't focus on anything other than the skaven between his legs. He couldn't even imagine the human he had in his head. Was he really going to cum from a skaven? While the grey rat suckled on his penis he could feel himself getting closer. His cock head was just at the back of Meekit's throat and that he could feel. Every time he gulped the rat's gullet contracted just around the head.
The time was growing near. Dorock heart was pounding with intensifying drool coming from his mouth. At that moment he lost some control over himself grabbing Meekit on his shoulders thrusting against his snout. Dorock's large furry ballsack slapped on Meekit's chin repeatedly. "Drink it all sack rat!" Dorock exclaimed as the overwhelming pressure that was building inside let loose. With his dickhead firmly lodged inside the small grey rats throat it firmly erupted with his rodent seed shooting into Meekit's hungry belly. Dorock held himself as close as he could unloading his pent up stress. Rope after rope...Glob after glob of the hot sticky spunk slowly pooled into the small skaven.
Pulling himself free from the greedy skaven Dorock laid back panting heavily utterly exhausted. Meekit wiped his mouth and smiled. "See-see? Just as good." Meekit looked back at Reeka who was slowly disrobing. "Not done yet hehe". Reeka and Meekit walked away both sizing each other up. Dorock remained looking up into the shadows with a persisting thought. What have I done? He actually willingly let a skaven suck him dry. Absolutely unforgivable yet he didn't give it a second thought. What was wrong!
The next day the skaven squad finally returned home to their small outpost underground. The rats cheered and sung the praises of their adventure and quickly dispatched workers back to the mine. Meekit and Reeka both returned to their lives training and crafting magical equipment, but Dorock and Neecha however had no place of their own. Atuch met with Dorock at his command post when all the diplomacy with the mine was complete.
"A deals a deal". Dorock said crossing his arms.
"The cure?" Atuch responded sitting down in his wooden chair opposite from the war table.
"I helped with your problem. Now you fix mine."
"Yes-yes. The sorcerers are already hard at work. Patience is all that is needed."
"Thank you. The sooner I'm out of this place the better."
"Oh? Eager to tell you fucked a skaven?"
"Fuck you. That was desperation. Now give me some place to rest."
Atuch wrote down some coordinates on a sheet and handed them over. With an angry huff Dorock left without saying anything else. Atuch smiled slapping the table and leaned forward. "Well it seems like more than just his body has changed. There is a skaven in him after all." He said. After a few more meetings Atuch grew exhausted and stepped out of his post. The marching stormvermins, the hard workers maintaining the wooden structures, and the struggling humans made him feel like a real commander again. Still it was no city just a large cave barely illuminated by the torches on the wall.
"Leader?" A small grey rat said from inside his post. "You have one more meeting."
"Fine." Atuch said giving a lasting look to his outpost.
As Atuch entered his post, Neecha was standing beside the table dressed in her leather cloak and hood. Atuch could feel his heart picking up speed again just at the sight of her and sat down at his table. "Yes-yes Neecha what can I help you with?" Although he could barely see her face it brought him joy to have her here.
"Well I need a place to sleep and stuff. " She said trying not to make eye contact.
"I see. I can't give you anything close to the other skaven for...reasons. I can always let you use my quarters if you want-need."
"I-I don't know about that."
"Listen. Our conversation from earlier does not effect this decision. It is well secluded from everything. and safe."
Neecha scratched the side of her neck pondering the request. She would rather not be sneaking around the other skaven. Plus she could trust him with her safety...him being the commander after all. She nodded and Atuch stepped out with Neecha following closely behind him. A few minutes of walking and they began walking up a rocky hill. It was lit by warpstone fire and it lead to a broken down house. It was dwarven made originally with stone making up most of its features. Support columns were held together by steel and copper. Small windows with a balcony that overlooked the outpost from a distance.
On the inside their was a stone layed foyer with a broken fountain in the middle of the room. Moss grew between the cracks of the busted up floor. There were two separate staircases on both sides of one another leading up to the second floor which you could clearly see from the first floor. There were skaven flags and symbols along the walls and doors that lead to other areas of the house.
"This is your house?" Neecha said looking around in awe.
"It can be yours too...if you want." Atuch said flicking his tail back and forth.
Atuch gave the grand tour showing Neecha the kitchen, the armory, and a variety of other places. When they reached the second floor, the rooms were mostly empty except for the master bedroom. One double king sized bed lay in the middle of the room with a large red and gold pained glass just behind it. The bed had giant curtains that could close concealing whomever slept. The dark red and gold sheets matched the drapes and looked incredibly cozy.
"This is my room." Atuch said. "you are of coarse welcome in it. You may choose any room you want for your comfort."
Neecha walked in with a worried look on her face. " Atuch. You once said to me that my brother was ok. What exactly is happening to him."
Atuch scratched his hairy chin for a moment. "He isn't being treated poorly if that's what you want to know. He is under the same curse you are but is safe for the time being."
"That's good. I can't say that I always liked him but he is family. Seeing him in that much pain on...that day worried me more than I thought possible."
"You can relax now. I can promise you that no harm will come to him even after he regains humanity....if he regains it."
"Thank you. I will have to find him someday....would you help me?"
"Of coarse." Atuch said putting a hand to his chest.
While Neecha explore around his room, Atuch took his helmet off and set it on the broken dresser near the entrance. Piece by piece he unequipped his red painted armor set placing the pieces next to one another. Once the outer heavy metal plating was off he was left in his chainmail gear which he promptly removed. Now he was in his plain clothing. A heavy stitched tunic made from fabric left behind by the dwarves. The colors dulled to a black and brown color over the months but it was ok. Standard pants made from leather and a belt that could hold many knives and secrets. He felt liberated. The only time he could be out of uniform.
"You look good like that." Neecha said.
Atuch walked over to Neecha nervously stopping right infront of her. Lifting his hand to her face he gently stroked along the side of her muzzle. In reaction Neecha grabbed hold of his hand with both of hers. "Atuch....." She said in a somber voice. "I thought about what we talked about. I don't know how far we could take this relationship....or how bad things could get for the both of us. If I'm being honest to myself however I will say that I have feelings for you."
Atuch was scared of saying the wrong thing. Humans are fragile beings after all so he had to be careful. "Even though I am just a horrible skaven?" He said lowering his snout to meet hers. Their lips met once again but Neecha didn't back away. Their furry lips mingled tasting one another. Neecha's hands felt around on Atuch's chest. Her fingers feeling over his muscles while keeping her whiskers intertwined with his.
"Fuck....it feels like...I have an erection but...I know its not there." Neecha said staring into his red eyes.
The two skavens smiled at one another. Neecha couldn't help but feel nervous yet she knew she was safe. Atuch's hands slowly slid down around her waist while he buried his muzzle against her soft furry neck. Atuch memorized Neecha's scent letting his fingers roam around her body. His sweaty palms soon pushed against Neecha's two breasts that lay hidden beneath the cloth. She grunted holding his hands to her chest.
Neecha blushed under her fur, but the more he touched her the less akward it was. Thick clicks cause her ears to twitch and her cloak slowly opened up. Atuch took a step back to allow her the opportunity to disrobe at her leisure. While keeping his eyes on her he slowly walked back sitting on the edge of the double king sized bed. With a deep breathe Neecha turned away from him and put her hood down. Freeing her arms from the sleeves she dropped the cloak onto the floor revealing her brown fur and completely nude body.
Atuch could feel the stiffness throbbing between his legs. His skaven penis constrained by the clothing still on him yet he felt as though they could rip off at any moment. When Neecha turned around his heart pounded so hard he could hear it in his ears. She was perfect. Her furry brown breasts with black areolas, her cute smile, and her dark pink vagina that glistened. "So...what do you think." Neecha said holding her hands off to the side.
"Your the most sexy skaven I have ever seen-seen". Atuch replied gripping the sheets.
"You know I have never seen a skaven naked before.....fuck this is embarrassing." Neecha said covered her face with her hands.
"It's only natural to be curious." Atuch said leaning forward. With both hands he gripped the bottom of his tunic and in one quick motion pulled it up and off. His black furry chest was exposed and to Neecha's surprise there were no nipples. She stepped in putting her hands on him feeling the soft fur in her fingertips. Atuch took the opportunity to feel over her furry butt while the need in his pants grew hotter.
Determined to impress his soon to be mate, Atuch unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. With a kick they were sent sailing across the room and now he was almost fully nude with just a loincloth shielding Neecha's eyesight. "W-wait hold on....my nerves are burning...I have never seen anyone's cock before...". Neecha said staring down at the lump between Atuch's legs.
"We can take things as slow as you want-want." Atuch smiled grabbing her from behind and pulling her in close for a hug.
Neecha took control of her breathing and pushed Atuch onto his back. She then sat down on top of Atuch's belly with her hands firmly on his chest. With Atuch watching her hanging breasts she could feel the tent of his loincloth pushing against her rear. Without thinking Atuch thrusted his hips out of instinct forcing his tented rod between her virgin folds. "Ahh!" Neecha wailed in surprise as the fabric ran against her cunny.
"Feel good-good?" Atuch said groping over her thighs.
"Its way different than just masturbating...its so sensitive." She said looking back.
"Just tell me to stop when you desire." Atuch said licking over her boob.
Neecha leaned back against the rigid cock, the straps holding the loincloth slowly being pushed to their limit. With her legs a bit more open she grinded her rear against the tent attempting to get use to the feeling of her new vagina. Atuch kindly rolled his hips almost unable to weather his intense desire. "Is it hurting you?" Neecha said stopping for a moment.
"Its.....hurting yes-yes."
Neecha lifted her leg over laying next to Atuch. "I know what that's like..umm....I guess you can take it off." She said staring at the ceiling. Atuch sat up staring between his legs and then back to her. Very gently he grabbed her arm and pulled her to a sitting position beside himself. Neecha's hands were then set right on top of the tented loincloth. The sheer warmth eradiated her palms.
"I can not force you to like it. Just tell me how if makes you feel." Atuch said.
With no other words he snipped the strings causing his loincloth to sag. With a tug Neecha pulled free the last remaining clothing on the blackrat. Her nostrils were overpowered with the musk of the skaven yet it was intoxicating. Atuch's cock was a blackish pink color with veins running down to the balls. His massive rat sack were the size of soft balls and were covered in the same black fur he had on his body. It was humanoid in appearance even having the tip of his cock mushroom shaped with pre leaking from the urethra.
"Its...actually turning me on." Neecha said.
"That's how I feel about you all the time." He replied relieved.
Almost spurred by desire alone, Neecha raised her hand forward until it came into contact with his penis. It felt so rigid and the skin was rough but easily moved around. The throbbing reminded her of the dick she once had and ....the taste. Her head lowered with her buck teeth biting on her lip. steadily her tongue came out from her snout and pushed against Atuch's thick member. Much to the skaven's surprise he set his hand on top of her head as she licked up his shaft.
The edges of Neecha's tongue wriggled around the veins of his cock. Her hands curiously wandering between his thighs. The blackrat lip twitched and tail lashed as the pleasure around his girth was indescribable. Soon the pre leaked far down enough that the former human could taste it. With a single drop her thighs clenched together, the warm salty pre cum sent shivers down her spine. So much so that she ached for more.
"Holy...fuck...I...just couldn't help myself I am so sorry." Neecha said lifting her head to look him in the eye.
"Oh its fine-fine...our females are naturally attracted to male spunk so its not your fault. Feels good-good."
"I never thought I would be doing this to a skaven before." She said gently handling his dick.
"You'll get to experience more soon." Atuch said pulling himself back into the massive bed. Neecha crawled toward him and as they both lay next to one another they kissed. Both wrapping each other in their arms they licked and suckled on one anothers lips forcing their growing need into overdrive. Atuch cradled Neecha's ass in his palm slowly getting over top of her. His huge cock and balls dangled between his legs just above her leaking vagina.
Propping Neecha's legs up and out, Atuch let his cock flop against her pelvis. With one hand he kept her right leg open and with the other he pushed on the tip of his head so it was properly aligned with her slit. Neecha watched nervously as her virginity was gone for good. The tip of the black rats penis pushed against her folds. The mushroom tip stubbornly refusing to enter.
Neecha's tight opening was no match for the rigidity and muscle of a skaven's dick however. His cock head slowly pressed inside disappearing as it pushed apart her tight vaginal muscles. Atuch grunted loudly as he was overcome with the moist cliterous wrapping around his skavenhood. Neecha wrapped her hands around his shoulders as she held in her desire to scream out.
Inch by inch the cock pressed in. "GRR....are you alright?" Atuch said keeping on eye on her. Neecha nodded keeping her legs as wide as possible as the intense pressure from having a cock inside you threatened to bust her open. She could feel him throbbing and pushing. The warmth of his cock was also burning her insides as well and she wanted this moment to last forever.
Once the head of the skaven's dick was fully inside, it prodded against Neecha's uterus. The small opening separating his cock head from her womb. With a few thrusts Atuch was fully buried into his lovers cunt. His ballsack nestled right up to her ass cheeks meshing their fur together. Fully hilted he put both his hands on her breasts. "May I...breed you?" Atuch said.
"Y-yes....fuck me you rat fuck.!" Neecha howled.
With no further motivation required, Atuch thrusted finally giving him the moan from his mate. He wanted all the other skaven to hear outside, he wanted her. Withdrawing his hips made his cock pull free but just for a moment. Hammering it back in with the squelching of their combined pre cum. Atuch picked up a rhythm pulling out and in gently patting his pelvis to her ass.
Neecha panted heavily moaning in unison with her rat lover. The constant friction between the cock and her walls sent such pleasure it was incomparable to when she was a man. The pure electricity pumping in between heartbeats was something she wanted to do over and over. The thick pre coating her insides helped the thick rodent cock glide easier with every thrust. The growing temptation to cum plagued her thoughts as it did his.
Atuch could feel his lover loosening up and could feel the tip of his dick prying into Neecha's uterus. The constraining hole squeezed around his head and it marked the last straw that he could bare. With a few hard thrusts and two loud moans, he pushed in as much as he could keeping his urethra pointed straight into Neecha's womb. Atuch's balls tensed up as the cum that was broiling inside was let loose. Thick hot splurges of skaven cum shot into Neecha's body. The seed pumped almost in unison with his final thrusts.
Neecha yelled as her insides were filled with hot cum. All she could do was keep her legs open and while she felt the pulsing of cum being delivered into her uterus she let out a moan and her entire body convulsed in pleasure. The seed inside swarmed her vulnerable eggs and filled every inch of space. Life had begun to form inside the former humans belly. The unison between skaven and humans built stronger bonds on this day with the making of a child.
With the sexual high dying down the two lovers lay next to each other. Atuch spent all his energy in ensuring the next generation and fell asleep next to his mate. Neecha stayed awake for the next hour almost horrified about what she had done. Yet she had no regrets almost oblivious to the consequences. She actually found someone who cares even if it meant switching her species. It was a new beginning just like she wanted after all.
Meanwhile deep in the skaven city the grey seer rat Rasknitt poured through his tomes and grimoires. "Stupid man-things! New gas-gas is super potent. Man-things will not see it coming. Need to find better uses for the life altering magic. Bring-Hire the afflicted ones to our army! The days of the skaven are coming and with it a new generation!"
End?
Author: There ya have it folks. The end of a possible chapter 1 depending on how much this story is liked. Maybe a prego Neecha or a corrupting Dorock doing naughty things. Tell me whatcha think and if I have any errors lol. It was a big story after all. :)