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The end times are here, and our once magnificent planet is now overrun by rats. They swarmed to the surface like a disease, and their sheer numbers have claimed countless lives. I've been battling these vermin tirelessly for so long that I've grown desensitized to the horror of it all. Their taunts and curses no longer faze me as I relentlessly hack and slash at them. Frankly, I'm unsure why I'm here anymore. Despite our inevitable demise, I cannot bring myself to give up the fight.

A Skaven screeches, "Man-thing will die!"

I swiftly kick the oncoming rat in the chest, causing him to lose his balance. As he staggers, I deftly swing my great sword, severing his head from his body. I glance around at the pile of rat bodies surrounding me and then down at my own blood-soaked clothes. It's unclear how much of the blood is mine and how much belongs to the Skaven.

I feel weakness creeping in, suggesting I am critically wounded. Reaching for my potion, I swallow it down despite the unpleasant metallic sewage taste that burns my throat. It's almost as bad as dying by the Skaven. I hear a noise behind me and spin around, sword at the ready. There stands a Skaven around five foot in height, eyes wide with fear, holding nothing but a small wooden shield.

"Well, one more for the tally," I say, rushing at him, prepared to strike a fatal blow.

"Wait, man-thing!" he pleads, dropping his shield and cowering on the ground. "Please don't kill-slay!"

My blade's momentum is unstoppable, but my instincts take over as I quickly redirect it, causing it to clash with the stone next to the Skaven's head, shattering it into pieces. I raise my sword once again, prepared for a counterattack, but the Skaven remains motionless, cowering with his eyes closed and the pungent odor of urine emanating from him.

This is an unusual sight for me. Every other Skaven I've encountered has recklessly thrown themselves at me. Why is this one so afraid? Upon closer examination, I notice that he is clad in simple rags, indicating that he is likely the lowest-ranking. I quickly scan my surroundings for any potential threats, such as a globadier or ratling lying in wait to ambush me. Once I'm sure the coast is clear, I turn my attention back to the trembling rat.

"Are you trying to stall for time, waiting for your friends to come and save you?" I ask.

The Skaven raises his head and shakes it vehemently.

"No, no trick-trap, I swear, man-thing!"

"Give me one good reason not to end you right here and now," I growl, my grip on my sword tightening.

The Skaven begins to frantically look around, then studies me up and down.

"Man-male you are, yes-yes?" he asks in a timid voice.

“I am."

“Could trade my life for sleep-sex!"

It takes me a moment to register what he just offered.

“Excuse me?"

He nods quickly. “Let me live, and I will suck-suck or bottom-bottom for man-thing!"

The conversation was so absurd that I set down my greatsword and gazed at the creature in disbelief. A Skaven offering sex? Well, they are mammalian, and although I have never encountered a female Skaven, I have heard rumors of "breeders." I speculate that if the majority are male, then some would likely be utilized as substitutes for females.

At first glance, the Skaven appears like any other, but upon closer inspection, I notice that he is significantly thinner and weaker in appearance. Perhaps feminine? It's difficult to discern since my human brain is not registering any distinct female characteristics. Undoubtedly, he is unfit for the battlefield. Now, I am left with a decision.

Should I accept his proposition? When was the last time I've had any release? Was it a few years ago, or even longer? I cannot recall. However, I am at a point where I am willing to try anything to escape from this hellish nightmare. Moving my greatsword to my back, I draw my backup dagger with my left hand before pulling down my pants with my right.

“Get to sucking, Rat. If I feel that tooth, then dying will seem like a privilege once I'm done with you."

His fear turns to excitement as he moves closer.

“Suck-suck I will! Man-thing will be pleased! No worry about nick-bite."

My nerves are on edge as this Skaven doesn't even hesitate to wrap his paws around my shaft and taking my flaccid cock into his mouth. There's no way this is this rats first time doing this. His head is slightly turned to the side so my cock rests on the side of his incisors but enters into his warm and wet maw.

My cock doesn't seem to care that a Skaven is sucking me off as it quickly begins to grow and thicken. I am uncertain which is more concerning, the pleasure he's making me feel or the fact that the rat appears to be enjoying it even more. He's not shy either, taking my full length as far into his throat as he can, where his nose rests on my pelvis before he draws back.

He pulls my cock out, stroking it as he licks the head a few times before looking me in the eyes.

“Man-thing enjoy?"

“Keep going," I command.

“Will enjoy white feast." He says before returning to his rhythm.

This rat is definitely wanting me to cum as he now circles his tongue around my cock. I rest my right hand on his head and start moving him at my pace as I begin to thrust into his needy mouth. He's not even resisting, instead just letting me face fuck him as I take control. I'm already finished as I bury my cock into his throat and cum inside this rat.

He doesn't look bothered, instead moving his paw to massage my balls while he gulps with his throat. It feels like I'm pouring an endless amount of cum into him, but after the last splurt, I pull out as he licks his lips.

“Thank you, man-thing. You've fill-filled my belly. You let me go-leave?" I don't hesitate to grab him by the scruff and drag him. “B-But we had a deal-pact!"

I continue to drag him to an abandoned home that hasn't been burned down.

“We did. You said you'd bottom too. Then I'll let you go." I kick the door open.

“Oh! Yes-Yes, we can do that!" He says with some excitement.

We enter the washing room, where there are thankfully some buckets of water that were left behind once the invasion happened. I toss him inside.

“I want you clean," I say before closing the door. “Make it quick."

“Oh? I've never washed-bathed before! Many new things today." He calls from behind the door.

While he's doing that, I make sure to get the bed ready and dress down to make this more comfortable. I'm willing to trust him a bit, seeing as this hasn't lead to an ambush... yet.

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The Skaven walks into the room, his fur slightly floofy as he grins.

“Never felt so smooth-clean!" I'm already on the bed naked, and his eyes widen. “Oh, man-thing prepared." He looks around the room. “Never been in nest-home before."

“You going to keep me waiting, Rat?" I ask with some annoyance.

“Right-right!" He crawls onto the bed and isn't hesitant to cuddle up close, so we're chest to chest. “Truth-speak, Man-thing... I've never taken such width-girth before." He looks down at my cock. “Gentle-soft, please?"

I suppose I could grant that request. After all, he didn't bite my cock, so it's the least I could do.

“Sure."

He looks up at me with a genuine smile, which catches me off guard as I never knew Skaven were capable of such an expression. I'm accustomed to seeing wicked grins or snarls of pure hate from them, but in this moment, I sense that I'm not confronting the typical soulless rats that I've been battling. My surprise deepens when he leans forward and plants a soft kiss on my cheek.

“Start quick-fast, man-thing. Can't say if we may be find-found."

Indeed, that is true. I am uncertain what consequences I would face if anyone discovered that I was fucking a Skaven, but I am certain that I would be envious of the rat, as he would only receive death as punishment. Flipping him over, I run my hand down his damp fur and give his ass a slap as he lets out a moan.

“So enthusiastic, man-thing." He says.

With nothing on hand, I spit on my middle finger and gently work it around his asshole. He lifts his tail, peering over his shoulder at me while lightly panting. Feeling him loosen up, I slide my finger inside with ease but what catches my eye is something pushing past his pubic fur. Well, that's his dick and without a doubt confirms this rat is gay and likely used to fucking other male Skaven.

Which is why I wonder why he was even on the battlefield to begin with. Pushing those thoughts aside, I refocus myself on the task at hand. Index joining my middle finger and I get the sense he's ready for the main thing. Pulling out, I spit on my hand and lube up my cock before pressing the head against his ass.

“E-Easy, man-thing. Promise, yes-yes?"

Instead of responding, I instead begin to guide my cock gently inside his tight asshole. He exhales heavily with a moan as I keep myself from thrusting all the way in. Holy shit, his body temp is insanely high! I grit my teeth as I keep pushing deeper.

“Yes, man-thing. Bury-hilt deep." The Skaven urges. We both gasp once my cock has reached the limit. I'm flush against his ass as we both pant. “Thrust-push. Make me man-thing's toy!"

I don't take orders from a Skaven. I spit on my right hand and reach around to grip his long cock. It's nothing like a human, no skin, just a pink exposed dick, much like a canine but in a claw-like shape. He gasps as I stroke his cock while still keeping myself buried in his ass.

“When did you start making the rules, rat?"

He opens his mouth to speak, but that's when I pull out and slam back into his ass. He yelps in joyful surprise as his head hangs back, mouth open with tongue out. I continue to rail his ass while stroking his member that's now leaking precum. He's so out of it that he begins muttering queekish.

Not like it matters. I've never had a piece of ass this good. Smooth and hot on the inside with just enough tightness. I can feel how his ass tightens and loosens in the rhythm of my strokes as I get to enjoy every little squeak he makes as I hit just the right spot. His cock is covered in precum as I continue to stroke him but the last thing I want is for this Skaven to not put in some work!

I pull out as he looks over his shoulder at me in a daze but I lift him up, lie on my back and turn him around before planting him right back onto my cock, cowgirl style.

“Get to work, Rat." I command.

He chitters something in queekish. His legs a shivering mess as he lifts himself up before slamming back down, he leans forward so we're eyes to eye, his smile as wide as can be but I once again grasp his cock and stroke him as he does his job. Just seeing how expressive he is is entertaining in its own way.

“I'm close to cum-climax, man-thing. You close too?"

I nod as he picks up the pace but I decide to help along with a thrust upward. I can feel myself burry deeper as he squeaks in delight. I continue to stroke his cock as he rises up once more before slamming back down with a moan. We both climax as I fill his needy hole while a large rope of cum lands on my chest.

The Skaven is looking at the ceiling with a thousand yard stare as shivers in place. His strength leaving him as he falls onto my chest a panting mess.

“I-I have made a mess, man-thing. Too sleep-tired to clean." He says between labored breaths.

I just rest a hand on his back as I close my eyes.

“Get some rest." Is all I say.

He didn't need to hear more as he snuggled close and we both took a nap.

---

“Hey, Daven! You alright!" A man clad in armor yells.

“Just fine," I answer once he's close enough.

“You did all this?" he waves to all the dead Skaven.

“No, they just fell over." I shoot back sarcastically.

“Alright, alright, no need to get defensive. Place all clear?"

I look at the home I just walked out of where the Skaven is lying in wait.

“Yeah, it's all clear." I turn back to the man. “Some storm vermin were heading west. I just took a break to heal a bit."

He nods. “I'll report that to the general now."

“Understood."

As I look ahead, I can see a group of soldiers removing their armor and catching their breaths. We've all been running on fumes for years now but that's just the way things go in these end times. I turn my gaze and notice the Skaven peering at me from around the corner of the nearby home. I walk over to him as he moves out of sight.

“Not turn me in?" He asks once I meet him.

"We had a deal," I state matter-of-factly.

“Thank you man-thing... I go-go now?"

I notice his reluctance to leave, and it dawns on me that he would almost certainly meet a gruesome end if he returned to his own kind; Either during the interrogation or on the battlefield. He lacks the strength and skill to survive on the front line, and his own people are notorious for their cruelty. All the rats I've encountered were wicked and cruel. The thought of this lone good Skaven dying in such a pitiful manner is almost unbearable.

An idea forms in my mind. It's a wild plan, but it may be his only chance.

"Listen carefully," I catch his attention. “If you choose to stand by my side, I will not deny your request. But you need to be aware of what that means. I fight to eliminate your kind. Your life as a Skaven will end, and you will become a part of mine. When I die, there will be no one left for you to turn to, as both sides will make sure that you join me in death. Are you willing to accept this?"

There's no hesitance as he jumps up and hugs me. “Yes-Yes! With you I stay-stay!"

“Very well, then wait here and do not speak."

He nods his head without a word as I walk back to the main street and spot the general studying some maps by himself. When I approach, he greets me with a smile.

"Well, well. This is unusual. You usually disappear before I arrive. Running low on supplies?"

I shake my head. "No, sir. I have urgent information that requires your immediate attention."

His smile fades, replaced by a stern expression. "I'm listening."

II signal for him to follow me. "Just you and me. This way."

He stands up and motions for his men to stay put as we head towards the back of a nearby house. But before we turn the corner, I stop him.

"General, promise me one thing."

He chuckles nervously, “You're starting to worry me, Daven. What is it that you want me to promise?"

“Promise me that you'll keep your sword sheathed until you've heard all that I have to say."

My serious tone sets him on edge.

"On Sigmar's name, I promise to keep my blade still," he responds.

As I lead the way around the corner, the general follows closely behind. His eyes widen as he catches sight of the lone Skaven, and he instinctively reaches for his sword. However, he restrains himself, remembering his promise. I step forward to address the general's concern.

"He's a defector," I inform him.

The general looks at me quizzically. "How do you know that?"

"While I was slaying all those Skaven, he just sat back and did nothing. Look at how pitiful he is. Do you think he could even swing a sword?"

After looking at the Skaven, the general relaxes and comments, "Strange, he is indeed a runt, even by Skaven standards. What again makes you think he's defected?"

I explain, "He pleaded for his life before I could strike him. His knowledge is limited but a Skaven's sense of smell isn't something to be overlooked. He can identify scents and bring us invaluable intel on the frontline."

The general continues to study the rat without taking his eyes off him. "Well? What say you?"

The Skaven looks uncertainly between me and the general.

“Speak," I command.

“Yes-yes! I can sniff-smell many things! Warn of... What you call it?" He chitters to himself. “Ah! Rat Ogre or chaos warriors! I know all scent! Also know many Skaven trick-traps!"

I see a rare grin cross the general's face as he looks at me. "Seems you already have him trained," he says.

“Something like that," I admit.

The general begins to chuckle. "Well, Daven... Sigmar works in mysterious ways, and I'm not so foolish as to strike down such a valuable ally. However, this creature is your responsibility. You understand the weight of that, right?"

I give a nod. “I accept the responsibility."

“Very well." He retrieves a necklace with a symbol on it from his breast pocket and drops it into my hand. “This will identify him as an ally to others. Continue your work."

I kneel. “Thank you."

“Think nothing of it."

After the general departs, I place the necklace around the Skaven's neck.

“Well, it's official now."

“We stay-stay together?"

“Till death do us part."

He looks excited. “Where to?"

I rise and gaze at my companion. “West, but I can't keep calling you Rat. What is your name?"

“Skiteek"

“My name is Daven."

“Daven, we go-go?"

I nod. “Yes, we go."

We make for an unlikely duo. While some of the benefits I presented to the general were accurate, Skit and I will enjoy some that are uniquely ours. Either way, we have a job to do.