“Urggh…” Talnir groaned as he opened his eyes. His body was stiff and he was again reminded of the thick cuffs binding his wrists, keeping them together there were cuffs around his ankles as well, further limiting his movement, not that he could move much. It was hard for the skink to put his thoughts together when he would fade in and out of consciousness. Every part of him felt weak and he wasn’t the only one when looking around and seeing the other various lizardmen crammed into the huge cage equipped with wheels. Its movement was thanks to the pair of large feral rats that were pulling it along, guided by a much smaller one shouting orders and striking them with a whip. Skavens! He remembered for the umpteenth time. The rodents invaded their settlement, coming out of nowhere from all sides. He and his fellow lizardmen tried to fight back but the battle was already lost. And there was another thing. The rats were fighting with a fervor that none of them were prepared for. It was common knowledge that the skavens were more than willing to die for their unified causes, no matter how silly some of them may be, but this time they were acting with a shared added passion and almost desperation. He was expecting to be killed based on how fiercely they were acting but instead some kind of strange powder was blown in his face and ever since it was hard for him to think or even stay awake. Until now. He was finally able to gather his thoughts and take in his surroundings. They were obviously no longer at home, now in the hold of a dark, dingy underground city choked with grime and hazed with angry red lighting. It was a skaven city. There were so many of them, walking alongside the cage as it was still getting towed through the streets, catching the interest of its inhabitants. Their piercing eyes, hissing voices, and the skitters of some of them running along on all fours, keeping up with the cage as it made its way through their home. Eventually it came to a stop. There was a larger skaven pushing its way through the crowd, shouting and making the others skitter away. It opened the door and Talnir saw his chance to escape but his body was still so weak. Even though he wanted to so badly, his body couldn’t move to the full extent that he wanted it to. And with so many bodies packed close to his own, likely all trying in vain to move themselves, Talnir was making no progress. That was until he was snatched up, his arm grabbed by the rough, hot hand. It gripped hard and pulled him through, making his body squeeze against others until he was out of the cage. “You. Chosen already,” the skaven said in a deep voice, keeping a hold on Talnir. “Send others away!” he called after shutting the cage door again. It started to move again through the city while Talnir was left on his own with this large skaven, all but dragged along while powerless against his strength… [center]***[/center] It was that time again for Slip the Warpjuice-Giver, to sate himself with the many rats that were at his disposal. At first he seemingly gained a special power by absorbing warpstone in his loins. His body processed it in a way that had him expelling a substance of pure warpstone-infused essence called ‘warpjuice’ by him and his people. Even more powerful and addictive than the glowing green stone itself, Slip used it to his advantage. Though small, he was just as scheming and selfish as any other skaven. He used his ability to become the Warpjuice-Giver, doling out his highly addictive splooge to get what he wanted, climbing the ranks exponentially in such a small amount of time. He also grew horns, becoming recognized as a ‘chosen one of the Horned Rat’ but even before that he had established his place over the other local high ranking skaven, taking from them what he saw fit and even taking over the city’s own main source of operations: the mines that sprawled so far down that generations’ worth of skavens had been digging, picking up where the last left off, and it seemed they weren’t close to reaching the bottom. He had control of the warpstone in the area and an even more potent kind brewing between his legs. With that power and resources he was able to dabble in an interest that had been out of his grasp for such a long time. Commissioning experiments, Slip put his fellow skavens through experiments and trials until his desired results were achieved. Within another cave he had various of these rats made into his breeding incubators. Chained to walls their minds were broken but they were kept very alive by the nutrients they received, directly from Slip himself… Slip hummed as he pushed his hips forward, making the tip of his dick and the other rat’s press together until his cockhole was opening up, allowing the smaller one inside. The chained up rat was groaning aloud from the pleasure of Slip’s hot and slippery urethra lining pumping itself across his inches as the horned rodent was humping away. From Slip’s end, he grew to enjoy the sensation of stuffing things down his dick, all stemming from his first desperate attempts of hiding pieces of warpstone where nobody could get to. That led to him absorbing its power in a unique way that led him down this path, of having hyper inflated loins, a cock that required both his hands to stroke properly, the tip smacking against his chest while his balls were heavy, wide and glowing from the constant power of the warpstone it generated. By now the entirety of Slip’s loins were glowing an even brighter green than even the purest of warpstone deposits. In fact Slip’s ability had progressed so much that he was producing this unique kind of warpstone juice in all kinds of ways. His precum, sweat, saliva, and even his piss. His grey fur was glittering with countless shining drops of his sweat that soaked into his pelt, adding to the stink of his unwashed body. He made another strong push, swallowing up the whole length of the other rat’s cock, biting his lip as he came. His glowing green seed was surging through his inches into the other rodent’s loins, making the smaller cock swell and the connected balls expand greatly, sagging from the weight they were forced to take on. Their stomach was bloating as well, the excess going to other places as Slip was enjoying the hyper-potent and extended climax. He moved onto the next, giving the treatment while enjoying himself greatly, letting out grunts and growls in time with his thrusts that had another chained up rat’s dick gliding within his own, reaching as far as it could. It wasn’t anywhere close to reaching Slip’s own huge size but it was enough for the warpstone-boosted skaven, The throbs of his own dick were making a tighter hold for the other one, keeping their broken moans going. It didn’t take long for Slip’s thrusts to become firm, him slamming his cock forwards, getting it to repeatedly swallow up the other’s, feeling some else’s smaller erection grinding against his own sensitive inner lining. He always made sure to push as deeply as he could, taking every inch that he could get into his own. As his cock was still pulsing it was also shooting precum that was already filling the other rat, making his balls inflate significantly. Leaning himself forwards, planting his hands to the walls on either side of the chained rat, Slip was putting more actions into his thrusts, letting out deeper grunts as he felt himself getting close again. Eventually he slammed his cock forwards again, having his stretched firm pressed firmly to the other’s crotch fur as he was cumming, flooding another pair of balls while listening to them groan and watching them writhe from the mind-numbing sensation of having their sack filled instead of draining it, getting pumped full of someone’s else especially thick and hot cum that was also laced with more than enough warpstone to make their senses go crazy, giving them the most incredible climax of their life. Slip just kept going at it, not keeping track of how many rats he was fucking and ball-inflating. And even cumming for the umpteenth time he was still able to do it all over again. He reveled in all of the sensations, hissing and tensing as he would cum, not just filling another rat in a unique way but also implanting the literal seed for his own legacy. That was the true purpose of the experimentation. In time they would be birthing his young, their balls acting as incubators, staying heavy with growing rats that would eventually be born… The experiment already bore fruit. The rats already born from him were strong from the start and their growth was quicker too. He tasked selectively chosen rats to see to their upbringing while he could continue his life of endless indulgence. Now he was just doing anything that seemed appealing, chasing thrill after thrill while also spending time with his bodyguard and mate, Gnash Death-Mask, a behemoth even amongst the stormvermin. And he also shared the place with his favorite feral gnawbeast, Moldy. Scurrying across the city, another skaven was tasked with finding Slip and delivering him a message. He checked all the other usual spots before daring to go towards the Warpjuice-Giver’s private cavern. It was said that any rat caught trespassing there wouldn’t be found again. But this was a job given to him, meant to be top priority. So he dared to traverse and get all the closer to the cavern, close enough to hear the noises coming from the entrance. He had to ready himself again when it came time to walk in, only to be met with the sight of Slip stuffing another rat’s dick into his own phallus. The horned rat was groaning aloud as he was going at it, the sound of the penetration itself being thick and sloppy. “What brings stranger-skaven here?” Slip asked with some sharpness in his voice, still keeping his hip motions steady. He beckoned from the stranger's approach and they did. The messenger skaven found it hard to recall what he came all the way here for in the first place. Making his ears twitch were those continued sounds of the unique cock penetration. At the same time the messenger couldn’t take his eyes away from the glowing shaft and its balls that also had green glowing hues coming through the grey pelt covering them. And his nose was getting filled with the pure funk of the horned rat and countless breedings, the vapors rising from the hot, steaming cum puddles was making his mouth water. The messenger only just managed to snap out of his growing trance. “The scaled-things are here. As requested, one your stand-height was picked.” “Here so quick-soon?” Slip asked aloud while speeding up a bit, seemingly ignoring the groans and squirms from the chained rat. “Where now?” “Getting made ready like you said-asked,” the messenger explained with a growing nervousness in his voice. He could feel his body heating up as he was breathing in more of the musk and watching the unusual sex act for longer. “Good-good…” Slip purred as he made the last thrust that had him hissing and pumping yet another rat’s balls full of his own spunk that would develop into more of his growing clan. The messenger was still watching and groaning as well, his entire small body tensing as he was spraying his own cum into the lining of his loincloth, feeling himself blushing hard from the sudden and embarrassing act. As Slip pulled out he simply let his own loincloth fall over his crotch, it hardly did anything to cover him up. “As for you,” the horned rat said, approaching the messenger directly before putting a sweaty hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t you stay-relax here for a while?” The other rat wound up nodding and the next thing he knew he found himself suspended to the wall along with the other, his senses constantly assaulted with the pure reek that permeated. He would soon go through the process and become yet another incubator too… [center]***[/center] Talnir was taken to a place. It looked like some kind of dressing room but there wasn’t any clothing. The skink’s strength was returning to him but even then there wasn’t much he could do in his currently cuffed and bound state. He did try to struggle away from them but it did no good against that same huge skaven that dragged him here in the first place. The skink was held in place while the smaller rats were putting something on him, a thick collar that was firmly snapped in place. At the same time he felt his clothing being gripped and torn away with snatching claws. He didn’t realize what they were doing until it was too late! The collar had further attachments in the front and back. Talnir’s hands were lifted and attached to the front by a short but strong chain that kept his hands close to his chest. As for the back there was another chain and clasping around tail, being a snug hold that dug in but it kept his tail hiked up, leaving his ass constantly exposed as well. A few of the rats were quick to capitalize, reaching out and groping his bare butt, their claws dragging against his sensitive smooth scales. “Hey! Stop it!” Talnir protested and the smaller rats indeed backed away. But it wasn’t because of his words. There was another large rat. This one even larger with dark brown fur and...a mask of bone. The skull head of another skaven was worn and peering through the eye holes was glaring red that made Talnir gasp. He tried to back away but the smaller ones were already behind him and pushing him forwards as if to hide behind him. Pushed all the closer to the bone mask-wearing stormvermin, Talnir flinched when they reached out towards him, only to hear the clink of a chain leash being attached to his collar, happening a moment before he was yanked forwards. Talnir tried to resist but of course he was no match for the hulking rat’s strength. “N-no! Let go!” Talnir protested in vain, being dragged out of the building and into the street. Lacking any clothing and padding for his feet he had no choice but to keep pace with the rodent’s big strides, the chains he was clad in rattling with every step, getting the attention of the other skavens that were nearby. He was taken through the gritty, dirty city. His lungs were heaving from the combined effort of keeping up along with the thicker air that hung about. It was heavy in his chest and not helping as his sense of smell was constantly assaulted by the stink of rats. He heard from his fellow lizards that they were smelly creatures but he wasn’t prepared for the sharp funk that permeated every corner of the civilization. He was already missing his lush home where there was plant life and nature, the complete opposite of this dark and industrial place. He was led along to an area of the city that was much nicer but no less dark and dirty, to a set of large wooden doors that opened up into a living room. And sitting in a seat that looked much like a throne wasn’t exactly what Talnir had prepared himself to see. It was a smaller rat but this one was different, Talnir could feel it just by looking at him. There was just this...feeling radiating from him, especially when that rat smiled at him. His reptilian eyes adjusting to the lamp light within the admittedly impressive home, the skink’s gaze was tracing up and down the sitting skaven’s form. His dark grey that was...shimmering? But there was a much stronger glow coming from the rat’s loins and they were huge even in a flaccid state. A pure green shine that was illuminating everything close by. Even the balls two glowing circles radiating through the fur. “This is….my scale-thing?” Slip asked in a pitched, excited tone as he too was looking Talnir up and down. The bone masked skaven nodded and it was taking some time for the mind-fogged skink to process what was going on. “Is strange. No fur-hair and strange thing on head-head,” Slip pointed out, referring to the skink’s crest. Along with the confusion, Talnir was also starting to feel self-conscious in multiple ways, called out for his features while also being naked with no way for him to cover himself. “Is girl? I wanted male-scaly!” All of a sudden Slip was on his feet, stomping towards the wide-eyed skink. “I spent my coin-riches on you. Getting scaly-plaything before anyone else!” Slip ranted while taking the chain into his own hand, yanking Talnir all the closer to himself, getting them so close that their muzzles were touching and Talnir felt himself getting even weaker from the strength of the rat’s stench. “You are male, aren’t you-you?” there was an edge in the rat’s voice, a kind of venom that made Talnir shiver and the large rat was letting out a low growl beside him. He was nodding before he knew it, confirming his gender while gulping. “Male but no dick-balls. Strange thing…” Slip pondered aloud, his anger and edge suddenly gone, replaced by that earlier curiosity. “I-it’s inside,” Talnir dared to explain. “Inside my slit.” He gestured down to his exposed genitals. “But, can you let me go?” “Let go? I bought you! You’re mine, scale-thing!” Slip said with a renewed excitement in his voice as he said it was also starting to salivate, allowing Talnir to see that even his saliva was a slightly glowing green substance. He could feel the hot, sliminess of the rat’s cock rubbing against his thigh and it made his wince. “P-please, I just want to go home. Free me and the rest of my people,” Talnir pleaded though he knew it would do no good. And indeed Slip started to laugh. “You have name-title?” the horned skaven asked instead. “It’s...Talnir…” the skink explained. “Bah! Dumb name!” Slip scoffed. “You’re Scaly Blue now. And your mine. My scaly-toy.” Slip named him based on the blue hues of his scales. While it was something he was proud of, the skink wasn’t going to have his own name stripped from him nor was he going to be the smelly rat’s plaything. “N-No! I’m not your anything and you can’t do this! I don’t care how much you’ve paid. You’ve stolen me and the others. Let all of us go, you dumb filthy rat!” Talnir spat, finding his strength to speak firmly. For his act of defiance he was suddenly knocked down onto the floor, groaning as he laid on his back and partially on his bound tail. Slip was quick to get on top of him, so close that their bodies were touching: his hot, perpetually grimy fur rubbing against the much cleaner and smooth scales. “Filthy? Yes-yes!” Slip chirped with pride, taking what was meant to be an insult as a complement. “But not dumb-dumb! You dumb! No fur-hair, stupid head-thing, and no sack-balls. Mine is what you now-are! Stupid mind! Stupid words! Stupid scent-smell! Not right! Not mine-mine!!” Slip was ranting aloud, all but spilling his glowing green saliva into Talnir’s face, making him wince from the sticky flecks but also the rat’s overall smell. The skink cursed his own naturally keen sense of smell because it was getting constantly assaulted by Slip’s odor. Sharper, riper, and more pungent than anyone else. Hanging around the rat like a fog, the very air around him was feeling all the hotter and stuffier. And with Slip so close to him the mixed elements of constant sweating, grime, and stink of sweat was steeped into the rodent’s pelt and to the skin beneath. The skaven was also looking at him with those wild eyes, possessing a wild untamed gleam that made Talnir gulp. His discomfort came in multiple forms at once, multiplying as Slip was settling himself on top, his weight pressing against the skink, their bodies rubbing even more. Talnir could smell nothing more than the hot stink that kept pouring from the skaven, filling his sensitive nose more than enough to make him choke and gag. Not making it any better was Slip panting hard above him, his tongue lolling out, it being an unnatural green in color like his saliva, sprinkling more drool onto the reptile’s scales. “What matter?” Slip asked in a teasing manner, tilting his head slightly. “Get off of me! You reek even more than the others!” Talnir protested. His struggling just made Slip all the more amused and excited. “Yes-good! Is good stink-stench! Not like your stupid smooth-scales. You’re mine so smell like me-me!” Without warning Slip was dragging his tongue right across the skaven’s face, leaving behind a thick and hot trail of saliva that clung to the blue scales. Talnir recoiled but the most he could do was turn his head to the side, allowing himself to be licked again across his snout. Slip’s hands and weight were on him, keeping the skink down while he kept sweeping his slimy tongue across Talnir’s face, catching the captive while he was groaning. His mouth was open enough to Slip’s tongue to make quick contact with Talnir’s, giving him an unwanted and harsh taste. Slip wasn’t fazed by the other creature’s groans of disgust, further subjecting Talnir to an onslaught of his thickly wet and viscous saliva coating more areas and clinging from the tongue spreading it about; the humid puffs of the rat’s breath along with his overall grunginess. He could feel and smell the stinking spit clinging to him and starting to permeate his own scales. Talnir couldn’t help but flinch every time he saw the skaven’s green, dripping tongue coming out. That feeling of disgust with every lick wasn’t lessening. Instead Talnir was trying his best to get the rodent off but it was doing him no good. What the lizard didn’t know was that he was wearing a unique collar. Green glowing lines were running through its metal and they were keeping him weak and unable to overpower the furry male on top of him. Talnir still did his best to resist, moving his in attempts to get it away just gave Slip more places to lick and with every breath he felt that urge to gag. The idea of biting the rat did seem appealing but Slip seemed to be waiting for that as his claws were kept pressed firm to the skink’s bare body. “Scaly Blue is good-tastier than thought,” Slip pondered aloud. The licking stopped and Talnir would have dared to breathe a sigh of relief but that would run the risk of getting the layers of drool that coated his face into his mouth. So he had to keep breathing through his nose while also looking through the spit that got over his eyes as well. He could feel it on him constantly, still hot and sticky, keeping him shuddering. “Let’s see what the rest of your scale-body tastes like…” Putting his words into immediate action, Slip was making use of his tongue, working over the skink’s chest this time, giving the reptilian a thorough tongue cleaning but not in the usual grooming sense between mates. Talnir could feel the way that Slip was going about it, the harsh movements of his tongue conveying an unspoken domination, as if the skaven was urging him to submit without outright saying it. Talnir only just started to realize that Slip’s tongue was starting to slink itself lower while still thrashing the thick, hot muscle about. He could feel the way it brushed over his lower chest, like hot green paint that stuck to him and even started to seep into his scales. But even that wasn’t the scaly creature’s biggest worry anymore. Grooming with tongues was a custom in his home village but the particular way that Slip was doing it was very similar to one with mating intentions. And for all the unpleasant elements, the skink was growing increasingly uncomfortable and disgusted with himself for becoming stirred by what the skaven was forcibly doing to him. “N-no! S-stop!” Talnir protested, putting more efforts into his fighting back but it was still doing him no good. It was worse when Slip reached his stomach. The skaven seemed even more determined to finish what he had started, marking his new plaything fully in his smell. He didn’t tire of moving his tongue about in any way that it could, having an apparently endless supply of that unnaturally colored and harshly smelling spit of his, further spreading it with his hands, giving Talnir yet another sensation to shudder from. The lower the skaven went, the more that Talnir’s own body betrayed him. And though plenty of time had passed already the spit on his head was still feeling hot and sticky and now that same sensation was being felt on more of his lower half, only getting stronger as it was stretched further. He still hated the rat and the last thing he wanted them to see was his betraying arousal… There came a stop to it when Slip reached the skink’s lower belly, sparing his crotch but compared to the rest of his body, his entire top half along and even more from the drool that was dripping, Talnir’s lower half was left feeling strangely cool and light, free from the weight of the hot layers of warpstone-infused saliva. He found himself tingling from the lack of further stimulation, still on his back with even the weight of Slip was easing off. But the rodent kept himself close, looking down at the reptilian with a smug look on his face. “Now you smell good-right,” Slip said with certainty in his voice. He dashed Talnir’s hopes of it all being over by sliding himself further down the lizard’s body, acting right away with curiosity guiding him, forcing the other male’s legs apart, gazing upon the neat opening. He’d never seen a set of loins like this on a male. The ridge where the slit lips met and the hint of pink between them and coming from them was a unique scent that Slip picked up on. The collar would keep his new plaything weak so he was free to make full use of his hands, reaching out to put them on the scaly crotch, pulling the slit-lips apart to reveal what the skink’s loins truly entailed. “You have both-parts?” Slip asked with a mix of confusion and intrigue as he saw the tapered shape of Talnir’s cocktip but surrounded by the soft pink walls of his slit’s lining. The skaven’s nose was picking up on the unique smell coming from the area, much lighter than his own but it was no less intriguing. Carrying an exotic reptilian, forest-y overtone. “No! I’m a male!” the skink hissed with offense, making the mistake of opening his mouth and getting another taste for Slip’s dripping spit. Slip aimed to get a taste as well; making use of his tongue again to lap at slit. Those same sensations that Talnir felt on his body were unexpectedly different when it came to this specific area. Hot, slick, with incredibly viscous saliva was moving across his most private area, but moving at an incredibly slow pace. As it happened, moving upwards along the front of his slit, Talnir couldn’t stop himself from hissing but it was a reactive sound of pleasure. Slip was most certainly taking his time, making the sensations from his movements all the more intense. From the tingles that turned into buzzes and small pulses, Talnir was shuddering but also gritting his teeth, feeling a shame and disgust for being toyed with like this. Slip showed himself to be very aware of his actions, smirking at his captive’s squirms and sounds. As he kept flicking his tongue, the applied pressure pushed the smooth scaly lips to the side, allowing it to drag along the internal walls that were much more sensitive, causing a pitched gasp and harder shake to come from Talnir. Sweeping across the surrounding surfaces but also lapping at his tip upon the next few licks, the skink clenched his teeth in response to the pleasure he was forced to experience. Meanwhile Slip was humming from the taste that he received, something completely new and he wanted more of it. No matter how much he wished, Talnir felt that Slip wasn’t stopping, his tone movements becoming a steady rhythm of licks one after another. But the licks were different and brought about varying sensations but all of them were very much felt. Pressing at his slit walls or dragging over portions of his tucked-in shaft, its thick tapered shape and the warpstone-infused gooey spit that was getting slathered all over...it as taking so much might from the skink to keep his length from sliding out, even as it was throbbing and starting to leak, giving Slip even more to taste. Slip made an audible sound of further interest, letting the flavor of the reptile’s precum linger on his tongue before he pressed on from there, putting more direct focus on the shaft itself, desiring more of the foreign tang that brewed within Talnir’s internal balls. Everything that was already felt intensified in a matter of seconds as Slip’s tongue was starting to thrash about, simultaneously aiming to collect more of that flavor while putting the skink through more torment. Slip was sure he wouldn’t be able to fully resist for long. Panting harder with pitched desperation in his voice, Talnir couldn’t stop his tongue from lolling out from his mouth, leading to him tasting more of the skaven’s licking but he didn’t put his focus into that. His body’s natural reactions to the onslaught of stimulation was winning out. His efforts to withstand were proving themselves to be useless when Slip was pressing and rubbing all about inside of his most sensitive area. Coated in a thick substance like permanently heated honey, making his slit feel so heavily slathered...it wasn’t any easier for him when Slip would stretch out further, curling around the lizard’s sheathed manhood. Just as the possibility of adjusting to the sensations came about, Talnir was yelping aloud from Slip’s tongue length suddenly making itself known, being much longer and thicker than what the captive assumed, pressing firmly against his cock as it slid alongside and spreading the walls of his slit further. And then it pulled back, only to suddenly push forwards again; stuffing itself fully inside and pinning the skink’s cock between the wet muscle and the surrounding walls. He kept it up, slinking it back and forth repeatedly, shoving his tongue in deep and producing a series of thick wet squelches. Doing this was making Talnir react even more and he wasn’t sure how much more he could withstand. Even if he was managing to keep his cock from sliding out it was still throbbing and firming up, leaking more precum and he could feel himself approaching that point of no return. With a mix of desperation and shame, Talnir caved to his lust and instincts, moving his hips to buck into the rat’s muzzle, rubbing his slit against the facial fur that was already slathered in a sticky mix of sweat, his precum, and Slip’s own spit, dripping down his chin and wetting his neck fur as well. The rat’s hands were still on his thighs, keeping them spread while holding tighter, a motion that conveyed the horned skaven’s domination. Slip kept up his oral actions with full intent and passion, speeding up while making sure that his tongue was going all the way in, even making a small bulge repeatedly rise beneath the skin and scales. “N-no..! S-stooppp..!” Talnir uselessly pleaded, feeling that hard shock overtaking him. It was too late and he couldn’t stop it, not when the tongue was still lavishing his private orifice like this. His body tensed as his cock swelled within its slit, its throbs gaining much greater strength in time with the first shot of cum shooting out from the appendage that was still tucked inside. Slip was still licking and mouthing when he felt the shot gush past his lips, giving him the full taste of the cold-blooded creature’s load. He didn’t stop the movements of his tongue, instead focusing on the pulsating and shooting thing as more spurts of its contents came forth, coming out hot and filling Slip’s muzzle before he swallowed, carrying that heat down into his stomach. As Talnir was unable to stop himself from cumming, Slip was drinking the loads with hums and thumps of his tail wagging against the flooring. Slip eased his muzzle back but kept his lips pressed to the stretched slit, still taking the loads that were coming out, getting them into his mouth but also onto his snout while hearing his pet’s desperate pants, laced with pure climactic elation and shame. He snickered and gave more licks to the outside, catching the last shots. With the end of his climax, Talnir was left with the heavy gasps that echoed through the otherwise quiet room. “More sexy-fun than I expected…” Slip pondered aloud while crawling on top of Talnir, putting his weight on top of the scaly male and not stopping until he was in position to drop his huge balls on the skink’s snout. Right away Talnir’s sense of smell was assaulted with the pure stink of sweat, greasiness and pungent ball funk left to build up over an unknown amount of time. “Now it's your turn to use snout-mouth. And get used to Master’s stink-smell!” He shifted his hips to grind his sack over the skink’s face, smearing the already wet and sticky surface in a layer of grungy, glowing sweat droplets. He used a hand to brush through the wet fur, rousing even more of the intense musk, leaving Talnir gasping and gagging beneath the large, wide, and hot sack. He felt the orbs churning above him, their weight and heat pressing on him. Skavens were known to have large ballsacks but what Slip had was more fitting on an actual monster in terms of size and smell. “Sniff-smell and lick, Scaly Blue!” Slip commanded with glee in his voice. He ground his sack over the skink’s face again this time in a more deliberate manner to show that no matter where Talnir moved his head he would still be under the huge balls and that Slip could let him suffocate under him if he so felt like it, along with that was the rat’s hand reaching down to grasp his head, the sharp claws ending each fingers dragging across his scales, very close to digging in. Realizing that he had no choice, Talnir swallowed his pride and dared to open his mouth again, this time extending his tongue and making contact with the huge, reeking sack. A harsh shudder of disgust ran through him upon doing so. The taste was sharp and shocked the very surface, making him want to reel back but Slip was looking down at him unexpectedly, keeping his weight on and having his claws at the ready so Talnir mustered the willpower to actually press and run his tongue along the overly muggy fur, actually putting effort into the act, giving Slip the feeling of his reptilian tongue sliding against his sack. He moaned from the hot, wet muscle dragging itself along one of his sensitive balls, being done with enough speed and pressure to satisfy the rat for the time being. Talnir reached as far as he could before reeling his tongue back but the biting harshness from all the taste buds was already there. There was nothing but pure warpstone-infused sweat, making him cringe on reflex. Slip kept the sack so close to his face, forcing the skink to keep enduring in various ways. Still at the risk of being smothered, Talnir continued to move his tongue about, covering more area while digging into the grey fur, getting an even stronger taste that made him gag out of reaction. “That’s it. Good-good. Get in nice-deep…” Slip said with satisfaction in his voice, gripping the scaly male’s head even harder, his claws pricking at the soft scales, making Talnir shiver. Forcing himself to keep going, Talnir’s tongue kept moving about and that earned him more of that flavor at its full strength. There was just so much sweat both on the surface but the perspiration soaked into the fur itself and even further in on the skin beneath, that had an even stronger taste and potent funk that Talnir had to force his way through. It lingered from clinging to his taste buds as a sheen, having a slightly sticky texture that was leaving the surface of his palette a slight green that he hadn’t noticed yet. While licking Talnir also had his nose pressed closely to the wet, muggy orbs. He had done plenty of firm licking so far and yet the scent was just as strong if not even stronger from his tongue rousing the fur. While he was groaning and coughing from the persisting intensity, Slip was moaning above him, enjoying every drag and flick of the other male’s tongue. Those sounds of disgust and struggling to keep going despite his own body was bringing Slip his own heightened sense of enjoyment and arousal. He felt the reptilian’s spit mingling with the wetness already on his balls, the pleasure of the long, flatter tongue rolling across. Slip wanted more of that and more pleasure in general… After a bit more the balls were easing themselves off, giving Talnir to take a breath, although the air around him was still heavily tainted with rat crotch stink. But in the place of the balls dragging backwards, sitting more of his chest than his face, was his attention being brought fully to Slip’s cock. The balls were already huge but rising and throbbing was an even larger monster in its own right, rising up to Slip’s chest also being too thick for the skaven to wrap his own hand around. Talnir’s wide eyes were stuck on it, a feeling of dread coming over him as he watched the green, radiating flesh throbbing and leaking a fat line of glowing fluid from its tip. It fell by his head and the smell rising from it made him instantly lightheaded. “Let’s stretch-spread that mouth and train that tight throat, yes-yes!” Slip exclaimed, using one hand to aim his dick while maneuvering his body while the other was shoving its fingers into the skink’s mouth and prying it open. That was just before the skaven shoved his way in, using his hips and feet planted to the floor, he thrusted downward and in a single motion his hyper sized and unwashed dick was spreading Talnir’s muzzle further than it ever had been. Happening so quickly, the skink was barely processing when another hard thrust was given, stuffing so much of the oozing, musk-steaming phallus past his lips, over his tongue, and even breaching his throat in a way that brought a rush of pain from it being spread so wide, being quickly eased by the next hot spurt of thick precum that he had to drink but it took a few swallows to get the extra thick and clinging stuff down. That was just the start of it as Slip’s cock was nearly the length of his entire upper body, going from his crotch to sitting right in between his chest while being so wide all the way around. Having his mouth forced open all the wider, powering through his hard gags, the skaven was taking control control and groaning from the tight, wet hold that surrounded his inches while Talnir was only just managing to breathe but every inhale filled his lungs with the pureness of Slip’s olfactory essence. More thrusts followed, steadily burying more and more of the rat’s cock inside while the bulge in his expanding throat was getting all the bigger. Once he was inside enough Slip took it upon himself to start thrusting, pumping his large dick against the surrounding stretched walls, milking more gags and clenches from the overwhelmed skink. The muffled sounds coming from them were outdone by Slip’s own groans and the sounds of his penetration that quickly turned sloppy from how greasy his shaft already was on top of the amount of precum getting constantly shot out, glazing every surface it came in contact with. He made Talnir take all of it every time, loving the way that his pet wheezed and gurgled around his dick. He simply giggled in response to these noises, keeping his hips moving to fuck the skink’s throat, feeding the last of his inches inside, making sure the whole thing was taken every time he did it. His thrusting was already getting faster and harder, rocking Talnir’s head while it was stuck between his crotch and the hard flooring. He would only pull back a bit before slamming it all in again, forcing out more gurgling groans and squelches. Talnir was already pushed beyond what should have been his natural limits but there was nothing for him to do but repeatedly take it. Slip wasn’t letting up, leaving him with no choice but to swallow down the precum to avoid being choked by it, giving the rat more pleasure by squeezing his throat muscles down. He took shallow breaths in between, just enough to keep from passing out while Slip was going strong with pumping his sweaty, bitter tasting dick back and forth, grinding relentlessly over his taste buds and dragging those balls over his chest, smearing his scales in even more of the odor. The rat’s huffs and growls of pleasure were constant, becoming more intense as he was putting more overall effort into rocking his whole body, reveling in the pleasures that came from the scaly creatures’ throat. He was making it all the better by inserting too much of his own thick and hot precum. He was in complete control, gaining further thrill from using the outsider as his own toy that would soon be perfectly trained to suit his needs. That very idea is what propelled him into thrusting with more intensity, keeping the majority of his cock’s length buried in, repeatedly slamming his crotch into the skink’s snout, smearing the whole area in his marking sweat. As his cock was throbbing harder, more precum was shooting out to the point that plenty of it was gushing out and oozing over Talnir’s chin and throat. “Good pet-thing! Scaly Blue going to get good-big reward!” Slip announced. With that being said, Slip leaned forwards and let himself essentially fall, having his chest to the ground while his cock was even deeper down his pet’s bulged windpipe. Still having his feet planted to the floor he proceeded to pump his hips up and down, using his posture and gravity to shove his way down even further into that passage that had been made so hot and slippy by his own fluids. His lower half was moving at a near blur while he was grunting with growing fervency from the increasing pleasure he was getting from every time, leaving Talnir to struggle underneath him. But the skaven wasn’t stopping until he was pushed to his own limits, letting out a snarl while baring his teeth, making the last thrust that stuffed all of his inches in deep, keeping them there. Shooting out from the swelled tip of his huge dick gushing long and thick ropes of his pure warpjuice, pumping the substance right down into the skink’s stomach with so much force that the furless male didn’t need to swallow it. With Slip no longer moving his hips, it was easier for Talnir to focus on drinking down the excess that was still threatening to overwhelm him, his sense of smell taken up by the overwhelming bite of skaven crotchstink. He did his best but there was still gushing out from the sides of his mouth, spilling onto the floor where it would be left. All the cum going into his stomach from being shot into it or swallowed was quickly filling the lizard’s stomach, bringing a growing sense of heat and weight from the space being taken up, even further from there the area was expanding to hold even more that was still spraying out while Slip was panting and grinding on top of him, milking out his climax for as long as it would last. At the same time Talnir was feeling something strange happening to him. As his stomach was expanding, ballooning out to hold the fluids, there was a flush of heat rushing over the whole of his being, felt from head and toe. But there was something else along with it. A buzzing sensation that was getting all the stronger, making him feel dizzy as well. Through his nose he was breathing harder and able to take larger breaths when Slip’s cock was wrenched out. From the swelled state of his belly was the same green glow, showing through his skin and scales. It was hard for him to make sense of it as there was still cum in his throat to swallow… “Now for the real good-fun!” Slip said as he was sliding back down again, a trail of his glowing cum being left across Talnir’s body, all the way back down over his slit where Slip got himself into position, slapping his cocktip against it. Slip grabbed the skink’s knees again, forcing his legs apart while putting some pressure against the opening meant to house Talnir’s dick. “W-wait! You can’t put that in there..!” Talnir said with a slight slur in his voice. He hadn’t realized it himself until he started speaking again but there was most certainly happening to him. His gut still felt heavy from all the cum it was holding and the heat still had a hold on his cold-blooded body. Feeling the taunting prodding at his slit was flaring up his anxiety but at the same time breathing in the rat’s dank musk was making his nostrils flare and his slit was clenching, his unerected cock even starting to leak within it. “G-get away from me! D-don’t you da--” Talnir’s protests were broken into a sharp gasp at the feeling that came next, the thick wide head of the skaven’s all-too-big dick pushing harder, leaving the skink to clench his teeth, him trying to purposely clench his slit to keep it out but he was overpowered. The folds of his slit opening were pushed aside but not in the usual way. The cock’s intrusion came with the skink letting out a soundless cry that left his mouth open and his body shaking. Slip was acting immediately, licking his own drool from his lips as he pushed his way in, spearing his dick into the passage never meant for that, making Talnir reel from the dual sensations of his slit getting spread so wide: all the pressure put on his internal walls and the way his own cock was even pushed to the side, getting pinned against its surroundings and the invading mammalian shaft that was throbbing with so much heat and already leaving an even hotter, slimy trail within him. He still couldn’t speak or regain his composure. Coming out from him were various loud noises ranging from gasps to yelps, joining Slip’s enthused noises that came about in time with his humping, their voices mingling together to echo throughout the room. And surrounding them were the growing smells of rat stink. Talnir was coated in the substance in various ways while Slip was sweating and drooling even more, the fluids dripping down to the panting scaled male. Talnir was feeling it all: the stuffing of his slit, so much so that it was bulging against all of the ratmeat that was forcing its way in, sandwiching his cock all the tighter between it and his own internal genital walls. The way that Slip was already sawing it back and forth sent shocks through the skink every time. Along with those were the heavy swings and slaps of his furry balls knocking into the other male’s entrance. Those same balls were pumping up precum that was getting forced out, squirting onto their crotches, heavily glazing them in that sticky, glowing heat. Exerted by the small skaven, the force of his thrusts were enough to rock Talnir’s body as well but he was kept close by a firm grip and claws first pricking then finally starting to dig into his scales, scratching enough to make the skink hiss on top of everything else. But it was only light pain and was only focused on for a moment before the pleasure took priority of his senses. The smells, pleasure, the smacks of the rat’s sack into his own crotch, the groans coming from them both were all coming to a head. So overwhelmed by these other sensations he didn’t notice the effect that Slip’s fluids were having on him. All of that cum and spit sticking to him was having a reaction on his body. For skavens Slip’s warpjuice was addictive and made them desperate. The latter sense was more that Talnir was starting to feel but he couldn’t understand why with every sensation being so intense, he wasn’t able to focus enough to ponder it. Even the way his scales were changing color didn’t register yet, mostly because he was covered in so much glowing green fluids already. That buzzing in his head was getting stronger and the pangs from the deep thrusts were like lightning strikes in pleasure form. As they kept up Talnir was feeling a different kind of compulsion, not to resist or to feel disgust but to gradually accept that he was being used as the rat’s toy, his slit passage acting as Slip’s cocktoy, his means of getting off. Slip was easing more of his body on top of the skink's, his sounds becoming more aggressive in tone as his humps were getting rougher, the strength and speed of them ramping up as he was letting his own instincts lead the way. “Now you’re like-liking it!” Slip chirped, looking down at his pet with those wild glowing eyes. “Yes-yes! Keep squeezing scaly-hole! You love this, pet-thing!” He put more weight down, grinding his grimy body against the mess that he already made of the smooth body under him, keeping his lower half moving in an endless manner. Slip’s tongue was lolling, his drool freely leaking down onto Talnir’s face and even into his mouth as he kept gasping and moaning with an unmistakable pitch of pleasure. His next shouts were muffled by Slip’s mouth glomping itself down onto kiss, forcing a kiss that he escalated by shoving his green tongue into Talnir’s maw, lapping all over the other creature’s oral interior, even digging it down into the tight throat, pumping his way back and forth while he was still moving his body about. Savoring the muffled sounds that came from his pet, Slip kept their mouths together while ensuring that all of his inches were pummeling the clenching slit, keeping it perfectly overly lubricated with all of his cockjuice, keeping the hard slams going until he snarled into Talnir’s mouth, the vibrations from it traveling through Talnir’s more overall sensitive body. The rat’s balls were drawing up, surging their contents into the skink’s bulged slit. Slip felt it traveling from his balls through the length of his cock to the tip before it blasted out, instantly painting the insides of Talnir’s genitals. So much of it was coming out at once, having so much heat and thickness with it. Like his stomach had when drinking down the loads, Talnir’s slit was bulging and swelling to hold all of the cum which led to his stomach ultimately bloating all the more. From the sensation of the warpjuice dousing his insides so heavily, Talnir was thrust into his own orgasm, his cock pinned in between the throbbing green erection and slit walls, shooting loads that couldn’t compare to what Slip was still letting out. Talnir’s whole world was spinning as he came, his body shaking and his slit clenching firmly against the cock throbbing within it, his stomach getting further inflated from the loads getting milked out all while Slip was riding out his own orgasm, feeling the stomach bulging further between them, chuckling with satisfaction as he was freely drooling and dragging his tongue all about within Talnir’s maw. He broke the kiss when he was done, leaving thick lines of spit that kept their muzzles connected. Pulling his cock free left the other male’s stretched slit to leak heavily. “Yes-yes. Mine now. Even changing for me…” Slip said with awe in his voice, seeing how the skink’s body color had gone from blue, his scales shimmering with green. Talnir couldn’t comprehend it himself, just dumbly giggling as he felt good all over and wanted more of...his master’s dick. [center]***[/center] Still collared but no longer bound, Talnir or rather Green Scales no longer had a desire to flee. In such a short amount of time he changed greatly, his body color changing but also his mindset. He was bonded to Slip and wanted to please him. It was all he could think about to the point that he could hardly speak anymore… At the current moment he was groaning, squatting over his nest, grunting as he was pushing the mass along that had formed inside of him. As Slip had managed with other rats, Green Scales had new life within him with no experimentation required, grunting as he felt the pleasure of the wide green-glowing eggs passing through him, stretching the passage of his ass as it passed along. Slip was hovering by closely, watching with excitement at the egg that spread the skink’s ass so wide, hearing the groans of him pushing before the egg popped out and fell into the soft nesting, glowing a bright radiant green like a treasure and there was a musky scent rising from it. Green Scale barked to announce another egg coming, grunting and baring down as he pushed the next one along. There were already 4 in total laid so far and Slip was feeling very excited to see what would come from them. He helped the skink out in his own way, using his hands to tease and push into the stretched, slick hole. Fingering and prodding. He could even feel the hot and heavy egg sliding its way down. With a giggle he carefully got a hold on it and pulled, making Green Scales yelp from the wide thing getting tugged out with a loud wet ‘pop.’ The scaled male shook and from his unerected cock came shoots of cum that were oozing through his legs, making Green Scales groan and whimper before another egg was coming… The eggs didn’t take long to hatch from them came unique rats that were strong and healthy but also completely green in color. They grew up very fast as well, becoming fully grown adults in just about a week. All of them were large and strong, like enhanced rat ogres that had Slip’s ability of making warpjuice. From the moment they hatched they seemed to know who Slip was and they were greatly loyal to him. Very pleased with this outcome, Slip was of course keen on fucking his pet again. But he didn’t want his mates to be left out. So when the next round of lizardmen captures came about, Slip was yet again paying to have a personal lizard for Gnash and Moldy. They arrived in a short amount of time. For the stormvermin was a headstrong sauraus that the masked skaven had fun breaking down with his lesser abilities that were granted to him thanks to the special ring around his cockbase. And for Moldy was a huge kroxigor that Slip took great joy in watching the large, strong, smelly feral dominate. Slip helped Gnash impregnate his scaly that was named Broken Horn based on the obvious feature that came from the lizardman’s disobedience upon his arrival and pairing. The stormvermin had him trained and together the smaller and bigger rats were stuffing their hugely sized dicks into the same tight slit, burying all their inches inside to the point that their fat balls were touching. Together they thrust their way in, making their shafts grind together, making immediate use of the precum they were both leaking out. Getting in sync with each other, they were already thrusting in deep and fast, making the large lizardman hiss and shake in pleasure from what he was feeling. Getting his own doses of warpjuice he was also changed, made dumber and incredibly receptive to the skaven’s brand of filth and pleasure. His nostrils were flaring loudly as he sucked in the musky stink coming from the pair of unwashed rodents, adding to the thrill of getting his slit fucked by two hyper sized cocks. He shook from the pressure on his slit and the way his tapered cock was rubbed by the others on both sides, all of these sensations already being enough to make him cum, shaking and shooting his loads to provide even more lube to his clenching slit. The pair of rats capitalized on this, thrusting in even harder and faster, making more smacks of their shafts going in and their swinging balls knocking together. Getting their cocks in all the deeper made the slit bulge all the further, their precum leaking out and down their inches and sacks. They were pushing themselves while huffing through their clenched teeth, being taken with the pleasure and tightness of the spread slit. Gnash was the first to cum, his cock swelling and blasting ropes of slightly green cum, making the sauraus’ slit and stomach bulge. Following suit was Slip, making the last thrust that had him cumming as well. His cum mixing with the other rat’s would lead to the scaly creature getting knocked up with plenty of eggs that would be even bigger than Green Scales’… They helped out Moldy as well. The hulking feral gnawbeast was drooling while already humping away at a kroxigor that was tied to a post, his body being rocked by the brisk humps that slammed all of the inches into the slit. Finding their places and joining in, Slip and Gnash pushed themselves inside of the already spread entrance, pushing their way in against the feral rat’s tapered dick, filling their noses with the strong animalistic stink of him while joining in with his rapid humps, all huffing and groaning together while the kroxigor Scar Eye was having his slit filled the most out of any of them, being the only one who could handle their relentless onslaught that went on until they were all cumming, bloating him heavily and with Slip’s attention their seed would take inside of him and become even more eggs that would add to Slip’s growing clan. He sat back while Gnash and Moldy continued to have their fun with their scalies, basking in the complete control he had and the prospects of the future with such unique and strong rats that would be completely loyal to him. With that kind of power and control he could venture out on his own and conquer an entire lizardman village and his spawn could impregnate all of them, increasing his numbers further. He smiled and called for Green Scale to approach. If he was going to make an army, his lizard would have to lay a lot more eggs...