Radan Dubhach: Glory Days - Commission for Citizenbane
Story by Sir Thaikard on SoFurry
A commission for Citizenbane. Having been hired to assist in a battle against Orcs, Goudazola the Mercenary now has a chance to prove himself and his abilities while also bolstering his crew and harem. But where will his fortunes take him? And who else would want to hire a Skaven?
The encampment that Goudazola and his troops found themselves in was unextraordinary and ramshackle at best, even by Skaven standards. It appeared that the clan that hired him was just hiring everyone they could and promising whatever it took to lure them over.
With the exception of one Vermathies. The ratman spent all his time brewing various concoctions and testing them on mostly the slaves with widely varying effects. Pretending to sleep, Gouda watched the potion maker test a refined batch on a soldier.
“Here-here, try this Boris. Should work now."
The ratman swallowed a ladleful of the slurry and coughed. Then his joints started to crack and pop as limbs twisted the wrong way causing him to screech in pain. At least, until he collapsed face first into the dirt and went completely still.
The Skaven Titan continued to watch and was unimpressed. He wasn't so sure what made this guy so special. All he did was mix random crap together and feed to others with no consistency.
That is until Boris stood back up. His entire skeleton had grown so he was up to Gouda's shoulders in height and in those few moments his muscles had grown to be almost as big too.
And as if to prove that the muscles weren't just for show the mutated ratman picked up a nearby slave, cleanly ripped its head and spine out, and then crushed said skull in the palm of his hand with no visible effort. Vermathies nodded approvingly.
“Good-good. All ready for fight-kill."
He and Boris lumbered off, leaving only a few quivering ratslaves to guard the still hissing cauldron. If the potions of this quality could consistently and reliably be concocted, it would prove to be very helpful as Gouda grew in notoriety. A brewmaster like this could instantly convert weak fighters into battle-ready warriors.
And more importantly, who knows what other transformations he'd be capable of.
But how could he convince the ratman to join his cause… Goudazola stroked his jaw thoughtfully as he sauntered over to the pot. The slaves made little effort to defend the potion, even meekly moving out of the way to grant the giant ratman easier access.
As tempted as he was to try a mouthful he decided against it. Perhaps sabotage could help in creating a new ally? In a rare act of Skaven deviousness the Behemoth picked a number of bottles pilfered from Throt's own laboratories from his pack.
Quickly emptying the contents out he waited to see if anything would happen. And when nothing did, another unwilling Skaven was simply dunked into the liquid to be used as a test subject. By the time it was pulled out Gouda simply smiled, this would be sufficient.
“ORCS IS COMING! GET READY!"
A clanging bell rang out across the Skaven camp as they scrambled to rally their respective groups but most notable was the line for the potion made by Vermathies. A transformed Boris was flexing and demonstrating his strength, advocating for its efficacy.
It was getting to the point where he and his slaves were simply throwing ladles of the stuff into the faces of the waiting Skaven. Though neither party seemed to care if any was ingested, simply coming into contact with it seemed to be good enough.
And then they charged into battle with wild abandon. The first waves were simply mowed down by the greenskins but this didn't elicit any worries as these were standard wartime practices for the Skaven.
But then the clanrats started to choke on their tongues and collapse on the field, dead. Others experienced horrific seizures and convulsions leaving them as easy prey for the advancing orcs. They were at the perimeter of their encampment now and on the verge of overrunning it.
“RALLY TO ME! WE CHARGE!"
With nothing but his bare fists Goudazola raced towards the oncoming wave of green to the surprise of the remaining rat troops and the amusement of the Orc Boyz.
This then quickly became reversed when the Skaven Behemoth ripped an orc throat out with his fingers and shattered an oncoming spiked mace with his forearm. Without even flinching he marched onwards, enduring horrific wounds that immediately healed while simultaneously obliterating any foe that stood in his way.
“WAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGHHHHH!"
Seeing a worthy prey the greenskins rallied and attempted to overwhelm the Skaven Giant. Their signature warcry filled the battlefield, the onslaught becoming relentless as they surrounded him at every angle. For every two that Gouda massacred there were eight more waiting to get close enough for a stab at him.
He wasn't killing them fast enough. Whipping his sword off his back the Ratman shattered the face of one enemy before leaving grievous wounds on the torso of another. In truth, the “sword" was nothing more than a slab of metal with a crude handle, but in the hands of a Titan it may as well have been a Fellblade.
The single Skaven had done enough to bolster the broken spirits of the remaining clanrats and their initial fervor was restored as they returned to fight against the green with their own swaths of grey and brown. Rallying around Goudazola that slowly pushed the orcs back until finally a single black-armored orc strode forward.
“You iz a biggun..." A massive two-handed mace was easily hefted about as a pair of beady red eyes analyzed its opponent.
Gouda didn't respond, instead, running headfirst and punching a hole directly into the orc's chestplate. But unlike the other foe that had come before the black beast swatted the ratman aside with his weapon.
Contrary to popular belief, the Giant Skaven was not immune to pain, just extremely tolerant of it. But even this last attack was cause for some alarm. Even some of the larger rats might have instantly died from that. Instead, Goudazola now needed to fight with a throbbing headache.
Still, his suicidal charge wasn't fruitless. The orc leader was now wounded profusely from his chest wound, as evident by the goopy red blood leaking out. The ratman smiled again, he just needed to dodge the club and continue to pummel through.
Cleaver sword in hand he circled the black orc who appeared unperturbed by the hole in its torso. It swung the heavy maul again forcing the Skaven to roll out of harm's way. A wise decision as an unfortunate ratslave ventured into the ring and was immediately rendered into a fine mist.
On all fours, Gouda lunged at his enemy's ankles. And while he missed his initial targets, he successfully sliced around one of its knees, severing tendons and ligaments. The black orc involuntarily stumbled to the ground, grunting in confusion.
He smiled and strode forward to execute the killing blow only to be battered to the side again. The Ratman barely parried the oncoming swing in time and his sword was still ringing from the clash. Had he been even a fraction of a second too slow it would have broken every bone in his forearm.
Even while wounded the black orc was still incredibly dangerous. It was inspecting the various flanges on the mace, clearly unsatisfied with the work that it was doing against its current foe. It looked up at Goudazola and just watched as it tried to hobble on one foot.
It was analyzing him. Weren't orcs supposed to be mindless berserkers? Honestly the experience was starting to unnerve the Skaven Titan as he looked for another opening, a tell, something to give him an edge in this fight.
Unable to wait any longer a random orc charged into the ring only to be pummeled to death by the ratman. But as it crumpled dead in front of him, it gave him an idea.
The black orc watched curiously as Gouda hefted up the corpse in one arm and trotted forward. Meat shield in hand he approached the leader from the angle of its bad knee. It was limping as it tried to keep pace.
Then suddenly the body was thrown into its face. It effortlessly beat the carcass of its former minion aside but by the time it realized that it was merely a distraction it was too late.
Goudazola was upon him and immediately lopped off one of its hands. It grunted in pain as it tried to wield its weapon with one arm but it was clearly too heavy and far too slow. The Skaven scored several more strikes to the creature's head before he backed off.
The black orc was dying and everyone knew it. The spectating orcs had already begun backing away, not wanting to be swept up in the eventual rat swarm once the Giant claimed victory.
With its remaining good eye it continued to observe, though the Skaven didn't know what it could currently do in its condition. One good arm, one good leg, one good eye, and a worsening chest wound.
Perhaps it was time to put it out of its misery.
No diversion necessary this time, he directly walked up to the orc. With its final attack it heaved its mace but it lacked the strength and speed of the previous attacks. Gouda stomped it into the ground, further incapacitating his foe before finally plunged his blade into its throat.
It gurgled once, and then fell over. The Ratman Titan hefted its mace up, claiming it as his own as the Skaven around him cheered at his seemingly impossible success. This was a worthy first victory, and he would make sure that everyone would spread his story.
He left the clean-up to the others, there were spoils to be looted. After ordering a ratslave to assemble his crew he wandered into the orc compound. And what he found surprised him.
All the female skaven that he had seen up to this point had been hideous, ugly, and stupid creatures. And so he wasn't sure how to respond upon finding not one, but two that were perfectly healthy, sane, and seductive.
“Are you here to save-help us?"
“Our strong-big hero!"
The first had inky black fur while the other was more of a dark brown with a white belly. Both were deliciously plump as they sauntered over to drape themselves all over Goudazola.
“Tell-say your name. I am Bonnie!"
“And I'm Groty."
“My name, my name is Go-Gouda...." The fight had tired him out more than he had anticipated but that wasn't the cause of his speech difficulties. Both broodmothers had snaked their hands around his penis and balls and were eagerly working him into a stiff erection.
“Gouda is a nice-good name. And everything about him is big!"
Bonnie couldn't bring herself to speak anymore and had simply evolved into giggles. Kisses and nibbles were generously applied to his neck as Groty spat into her hands for additional lube.
“We were so worried when we were captured by the orcs. Can we stay with you Gouda? Will you take care of us?"
He could only nod, which caused another ripple of giggles as they serviced him with greater intensity. Groty wedged his cock between her massive breasts which sent him over the edge as he plastered her ample chest with ropes of his rat cum.
“Mmmm.... Thank you for the treat Gouda…" Both Skaven proceeded to help themselves to his spent seed. More nods from Gouda, he was having trouble standing now. Somehow dealing with two females was wearing him out more than fighting orcs.
“How are you two so pretty?" As much as he enjoyed the affections from the pair of Skaven he was also very curious and a bit wary as to where they had come from. Especially considering that all the broodmothers he interacted with in the past were because he had been forced to.
“My old nest was raided when I was just a pup, lizards were keeping me as a hostage for many years!" Bonnie was fondling his balls and already his erection was coming back. “Then one day Orcs come kill-kill all the lizard-things!"
“I was taken when tiny-small by beast-thing for experiments! Then human-thing steal-take me, then Orc. Now I'm with Gouda!" Groty looked fairly smug as she looped her arms around his chest and licked his ear.
“We are with Gouda." Bonnie gripped the Ratman's penis firmly, keeping it just out of the other broodmother's reach. Slightly irritated, Groty dropped to her knees and engulfed the head of his cock. And then the rest soon followed.
He immediately fired off a geyser of cum into her throat and Gouda could feel her greedily swallowing all of it much to the displeasure of the other female. Especially when the Skaven Titan gripped onto her head for support.
“Enough! We go now! Somewhere safe-nice." Bonnie glared at her fellow former hostage who had the most smug look possible on her face.
They had to help their savior stand and then slowly they went back to the camp. His legs had stopped working for some reason but he was certainly in a very good mood. The same could not be said of the survivors who were on a rathunt for a certain brewmaster.
“FIND-FIND HIM NOW!" Another squad of the devastated former Skaven clan rushed past, full of killing intent. It appeared that almost everyone had drunk the tainted potion and as a result most were outright dead in giant furry piles.
And they were the lucky ones. The few survivors were clawing their throats and eyes out, foaming at the mouth, and twisting their limbs in the wrong direction. The few rats that constituted as medics were overburdened and barely capable of providing comfort for their dying comrades.
This was not good. Yes, he wanted Vermathies to be loathed and cast out by the other clans, but he didn't want the potion-maker dead. He quickly assembled his more organized crews and sent them out to find the disgraced Skaven.
Within the hour Chester himself brought the Ratman to his leader. And not a moment too soon, it was clear that someone else had found Vermathies first. His face was heavily bruised and one leg was clearly broken.
“What do you want? You want to kill-kill me too? Fine, make it fast-quick." The brewmaster drew ragged breaths, fully expecting the next one to be his last. But there was still that look of defiance in his eyes and Goudazola respected that.
“I know you make good-good potions."
“I make the damn best potions!" Vermathies tried to stand to further accentuate his point but lurched over, holding his stomach instead, “Someone betrayed me. I know it, I know it!"
Gouda shook his head, “I don't care. Doesn't matter. I keep you safe, if you work for me. I have many-much use for someone like you. Deal?"
The Skaven Behemoth extended a furry paw in front of the injured one. The brewmaster warily considered it, and then noticed that he had been followed. Dozens of beady eyes were watching from the hills, tents, everywhere. To decline the offer would mean immediate death.
He spat, “As if I had a choice… Fine, I'll join you. Better keep me safe…" He begrudgingly shook the proffered paw and the rest of Goudazola's team closed the circle a little more tightly.
“Oooo… What do we have here?" Bonnie and Groty had left earlier to enjoy their newfound freedom and had conveniently returned in time to witness the new partnership.
Vermathies didn't even try to hide his surprise. He observed the two broodmothers with a swollen eye and muttered under his breath, “Where did you find them? What madness is this?"
“Oh Goudy saved us from the orcs." Groty batted her eyelids seductively at the blushing Ratman Giant.
“And I'm going to marry him!"
“What? No? I'm going to marry him!" Both broodmothers began bickering over the right of marriage with Goudazola causing him to awkwardly try and placate both.
“Aren't any rules against having more than one wife, especially if you're big-strong…" The potion-maker mused as he looked at the growing team of mercenaries around him, “Maybe this won't be such a bad arrangement. At the very least, those two won't go to waste… I might have some use for them..."
Trust in Vermathies rapidly dropped and the few survivors were keen on spreading tales of the brewer's failures for weeks to come. It's unlikely that he would have survived the rest of the day had it not been for Goudazola's protection.
Meanwhile the Ratman's Titan's own stock in the underworld continued to skyrocket. Stories of how a Skaven managed to single handedly turned the tide against the green horde. How a rat the size of an ogre managed to best a black orc in a duel. How Goudazola the Mercenary was unkillable no matter how many times he was struck.
It had a nice ring to it; Goudazola the Mercenary. He liked it, he liked it a lot. Other third parties however were less pleased. One Ska Bloodtail had quietly observed the battle from afar and would soon be reporting to a certain Queek Headtaker.
Gouda would not be out of work for very long.