They had told Jake that he was heading down below the earth to root out corruption, and as a priest, the grey cat thought himself well-equipped to handle such a problem with his contingent of bodyguards. The bastards had not told him what he had been facing, though. Had they just not known? How could they send him to fight a problem that they did not know about? They must have, and decided to let him head into the darkness with ignorance as his blindfold...

	Now, he was suffering for it. Jake glowered out at his jailors from the cage that he was stuck in. The rest of his companions? Scattered throughout the tunnels. If they were lucky, or smart, they were heading towards the surface… Nothing good remained down here. Jake winced as he was jostled back and forth within the rusted iron cage, nearly clonking his head on one of the bars as the starving ratmen that were carrying him along struggled to support his weight. His plate armor was the only thing keeping him from bashing his shoulders as the cage swayed heavily from back and forth with every set of shuffling steps that they took.

	Jake nearly toppled the whole cage over as he jumped, feeling something poke hard at his greaves as a orange-blotched iron blade poked towards his backside. "Hahaha!" The tunnel he was in was practically crawling with Skaven dressed in mismatched leather and corroded iron armor that was painted a dull green, some kind of grim procession that was serving as his escort towards fates unknown yet certainly terrible. "We’re going to kill-stab you, holy cat-thing!" He did his best to crawl away from the reach of the rat that was prodding his way towards his lower vitals. "Die screaming!"

	A few seconds after he started to stab into the cat, one of the larger rats, a black-furred rodent-man in steel armor that was pock-marked by weathering and age, cleaved into his head with a falchion and threw him to the side. "Seer Squeenk says nobody messes with intruder until he has way with them, got-got it?" Jake watched the dying rat get pounced on by several of the other smaller rats as he was carried on. He did not want to let his eyes linger on the sight of it, so he quickly turned away to stare down the dark corridor ahead of him. Just thinking what was about to happen to the rat was bad enough. The thought that he had at least a temporary lease on life was not that much of a comfort. He had heard horror stories of what Skaven liked to do with their prisoners. If only they had not taken away his hidden shortsword or daggers… His hammer had been a foregone loss as soon as he started swinging it around, he was sure of that, but Jake had thought he had hidden his other weapons well enough. They were just too cunning to not find them, he supposed…

	He passed horrible vistas of underground caverns filled with cliffside shanty dwellings, all of them chittering and crawling with vermin, as he was brought deeper and deeper downwards. He knew that, even if by some miracle (and he was desperately praying for one right now) he was able to escape from the grip of the rats around him, the chances of seeing daylight again were slim. He would not give up hope, but his prospects were looking increasingly grim by the moment. Eventually, the procession of rats reached a large metal door, which one of those black-rats opened with a show of great strength and the sound of grinding stone, and Jake was practically flung forwards, the cage toppling end over end before coming to a stop as the door was slammed hard behind him.

	All was suddenly quiet, aside from the sounds of muffled scurrying from beyond the door as the procession left, and the vague muttering ahead of him in the darkness from a figure that was bent over a desk that was lit with a green glow. "The spell will be difficult, but it can be done with isolation and focus, yes-yes, I just require..." He suddenly turned, and Jake found himself staring from the ground towards a sharp-toothed grey rat with long, curling horns similar to a ram's growing out from the sides of his head. "... a subject! Good-good, welcome!" The rodent reached out to his side and took the staff leaning on his desk up in his hand before beginning to shuffle towards Jake's cage. "You have the garb of a priest on you! My underlings were cunning-competent in capturing you, and..." His robes trailed across the floor as he stepped, a stained green thing that looked as if he had stolen a carpet and remade it into clothing. He stopped as he came in closer, poking Jake hard on the shoulder and turning him over. "Mmmmh. That is interesting. Perhaps a sign... grey fur."

	Whatever he had planned for the cat, Jake was not going to just readily go along with it. As its tip pressed into his shoulder, he sensed an opening. He grasped around the staff and yanked it forwards, able to feel a worrying glow coming from the jagged green gem at its tip as he did. The rat-man followed along with it, bashing his face into the cage, and Jake immediately reached out and snatched the keys hanging off of him, digging his claws into the rope bindings holding it to the Skaven's belt and cutting them apart as he ripped them off. "Clever-tricky thing!", the horned rat screamed out, a little bit of blood on his whiskers as Jake unlocked the cage door and then proceeded to slam it against the Skaven's face before running for the doorway, that staff still in hand. If he was lucky, he could swing it around a few times with that baleful rock at the top like it was his war maul, maybe smash a few good rat-skulls in before he had to go looking for another weapon.

	As he went for the handle, he remembered that it had taken one of those rats physically pulling the door out of its frame to swing it open. He began to tug, and hope that it was supposed to swing inwards and that that rat had just been intensely impatient... He would not have the chance to test his theory. "Crush-push!", the grey-furred rodent screamed behind him, and Jake suddenly felt an intense pressure spread across his body as he ended up pressed to the metal, limbs spread and a scream in the back of his throat. He was not sure what the rodent would do now. If he wanted to, he was sure, the Skaven could simply use its foul magics to flatten him against that surface...

	No, though. Without any warning, the cat found the pressure disappear, and he toppled over without any energy left in his body as the Skaven came up to him and kicked the staff out from his twitching hand. Every part of him hurt... "You immediately grasped for my staff, grasped for the warpstone on top of it? Maybe you were drawn-called to it. No, I don't think you should go with the other sacrifices to the Great Horned Rat..." Jake groaned softly. He hoped that he was not referring to the others that had come in with him, but even that wish was tainted. It meant that he was already considering whoever had been brought down here by the Skaven as good as dead. "It's good that they kept you alive for interrogation purposes. You'll tell everything to me soon, yes-yes, everything about village up above and any other defenses coming to protect it before we rise and take what is ours, but so much more as well."

	Was that why there was so much attention to his grey fur? Did they consider that a sign of weakness in other people, susceptibility to their information exaction methods? "I won't tell you a single thing. My soul is worth more than a thousand of your stinking verminous spirits, and I'm not going to lose my grasp on it trying to keep myself alive. Do your worth, monster."

	"Eheheh... hehehehe, you don't know how on the nose you are, cat-thing." The rat bent down and lightly ran his fingers across the felines' whiskers. "These must be very well developed if you can grasp-get that. I would sacrifice more than a thousand of my clan's rats or more than ten-thousand slaves in order to get my hands on a soul such as yours, yes-yes." He slowly stood back up. "I am Grey Seer Squeenk Chitterclaw, and my worst is nothing that you would ever expect." He raised a paw towards the cat, and Jake tensed up as the Skaven began to mutter something under his breath, slowly starting to raise his voice as he spoke syllables in a language that almost sounded like some sort of torn apart common tongue... Then, Jake cried out as it felt like there was a sudden vibration that pushed through his body, like his body was made of metal and someone had taken a hammer to his form. His ears filled with white noise that drowned out the rest of the world while his temples began to hurt, like something was digging itself out of the front of his head. The cat saw Squeenk mouth out something about how there were only "twelve more of these to go" as his ears continued to ring, and the thought of that sank his heart. Whatever was happening to him, he had expected pain, but nothing so esoteric, so beyond his comprehension of the tortures that he had foreseen...

	He would stand steadfast though, no matter what horrors the rat showed him. Maybe his body or mind would break, but never his spirit, that was resolu... The next blow emanating through his body seemed to pulse through his form with a purpose, heading towards his head again, although it went deeper than that first intrusion, echoing down into his very mind and jostling across his thoughts, shaking them out of place. As much as he tried to hold onto himself, it felt like there was some kind of drift happening within his head, one that caused his eyes to go wide as parts of him resonated away from one another and jumbled back into place in strange-bizarre places. All that firmness of spirit that he had had trained into him, all that self-assurance in a higher power... it felt so far away now. So useless. For the first time since he had come down here, and the first time in years, Jake felt true terror begin to grip his heart as he started to try and drag himself up to his feet.

	The next strike that echoed through his body knocked him onto his back as he realized that there was little likelihood that he was going to physically fight his way through whatever curse was being placed upon him. That realization was only reinforced by what was happening to him as he felt a painful pressure seemingly grasp him at both ends of his body and begin to squeeze downwards, like a pair of massive hands was starting to pinch at his form. The grey-furred rat above him gave a big, buck-toothed grin as he finished his arcane chanting with a singular screamed syllable, looking down at the cat appraisingly as he licked a bit of blood off the side of his muzzle. "You know, I'm happy-delighted that you hit me so hard. The strongest rats in the litter are the ones that are already trying to gnaw your wrist off when they're born." Jake did not have the time to look into any of the hidden meanings behind that insane rat's ramblings as he writhed on the floor as that pressure grew, able to feel his spine being compressed while the room seemed to grow larger. With every loud KRCK and KRRRRNCH, the world was growing larger around him, and the furniture in the room was turning from smaller than Jake would have been able to use to just his size as he was shrunken down. By the time of the final KRH-KRH-KRKHACK, the cat had been reduced in size by a good foot and a half, his weight and limbs shifted to become proportional to his smaller stature. "You were so mouthy-mewling before. What's the matter, cat-thing? Aren't you going to hurtle another insult at me?"

	Jake had just managed to catch his breath before the next strike of whatever phantom mallet was being struck to his form like a gong, working out what he had started to lose grasp on. He was beginning to wonder now if he had ever had the backing of some higher power guiding his hand, empowering his prayers, leading him onwards. There was a soft chittering voice in the back of his head now, scurrying between the cracks forming in his morals, whispering to him that he was a fool, that he had been lead down here by the backing of a deity that did not exist, that he had put his faith in nothing. The cat could not help but listen to it as he heard Squeenk cackling to himself, and as he did, something shattered in him, leaving him feeling empty and hollow inside. He was truly forsaken down here...

	"Ohhhhhh no, the poor thing." Squeenk lowered himself down to lightly tug at the horrified hopeless cat's whiskers. "He looks like his heart-soul just broke, yes-yes. Making some realizations right now, cat-thing?" He wanted to rebuke the rodent any way he could, but as his bile rose at the rat's rough pulling, he found it redirected at himself. The cat was so pathetic. He had thrown his life away in service to nothing. He was going to die as he lived: a sacrifice to something greater than himself.

	He barely stirred as he felt the fifth vibration work its way through his form, just letting the feeling wash over him. What was the point in fighting this anymore? This was what he deserved. As Squeenk continued to tug at his whiskers, they started to expand and grow elongated, too prominent on his face to belong to a feline. As they did, he felt a slight tugging on the front of his face, drawing his muzzle forwards slowly, lightly merging his nostrils deeper into his snout and beginning to smooth out the curve of his bridge. There were little uncomfortable pinpricks in his maw as his fangs started to sharpen, both of his front teeth squeezing together as his molars began to crook and curl out of place, starting to crowd within his changing snout as they became increasingly jagged. Underneath his forehead, he could feel those obstructions starting to push forwards against the front of his head, parts of them already starting to poke through the skin in hard points that were just barely starting to grow out from the blanket of his coat. They showed themselves to be hard rigid beige spikes, banded in the way that keratin horns tended to be. Beneath the numbness that had been left behind when his faith in anything above himself had died, there was something else growing within, a subtle pang in the pit of his stomach that sparked to life...

	It lingered within him as another echo resonated through him, like the ringing of the church bells that he had used to love so much, the ones that had told him that it was time to go out and serve the world. There was still something that he could serve, actually. A soft smile started to appear on his face as he thought about that. He still existed, for as long as that was. He still deserved to live, even if everything that he had once cherished was nothing but a lie. Yes, yes, there were still so many things that he wanted to do. If anything, this was freedom, freedom from the live that he would have once been a slave to. Before he had come down here, Jake's path would have been one of service-shame to laypeople until death. Now...

	Now there was something calling to him that was greater than that. The voice in the back of his head was swarming forwards now, helping to shift more and more of those thoughts apart and shaping them in new and interesting-exciting ways as it slowly began to cover and merge with his own inner monologue. He almost felt like there was something more to all this, something that he was just starting to realize now that his previous convictions had been destroyed. His mind, freed of that doctrine, was allowed to wander-seek, and consider wondrous new things.

	As he was passed back through to the other side of the metronome to more physical changes, the cat could notice that Squeenk was now done playing with his whiskers. He was moving to pinch at his cheeks, bring those claws lightly scraping down the sides of his throat, grasping and squeezing at his fur. "Yes, good, no dangerous mutations so far..." It almost reminded him of the way he had seen one of the other adventurers who had come down here mounting their lover the night before, their tent left open by accident (or otherwise) as they prepared to fuck the daylights out of one another. Jake gave a soft squeak as his member stirred in his pants at the thought. He was no longer a holy man, not for his old god, he was allowed to linger-lust on that image in his head. His muzzle was continuing to alter itself as Squeenk climbed up on him, patting him over like he was taking in every inch of his body. Soon, his face did not have the feline slope that it should have had, his muzzle more of a flat wedge shape as his  front teeth began to poke out from his mouth and lightly pushed over his lower lips. The fur on his ears slowly began to fade away, as if being melted off of him, as their tips began to curl and melt down. That pang inside him was only getting stronger now, strong enough to make itself known as his belly gurgled. As he started to sit up and look himself over while Squeenk scooted himself down his body to sit on his legs and feel over all the empty space inside of his leggings, he felt like he had not eaten for days, weeks... "You are becoming perfect... such a beautiful-charming specimen, yes-yes..."

	By the seventh time his body was rang through, Jake had begun to understand exactly why all these ratmen were like this. It was starting to seem so unfair. They were all forced to be down here, hungry, cramped, and desperate, while Jake and all the other people that lived above ground could eat and enjoy themselves to their hearts' content. The changing cat was starting to despise those... those things. They took up so much space on the surface, space that held delicious food that could have been his right now! There was so much that he had been told to deny himself, so much he could have had all his life, and he had just accepted it... like a slave. He was not a slave, he was too brave-mighty for that.

	The next ring that hit him let him realize that those reverberations were going to become more and more pleasant as he gave a groan that shifted within his mouth as his throat squeezed and warped around the sounds, a new rasp coming to his voice. It felt so-so good to have those waves of change pushing through him now. The fur was continuing to fade away from his ears as they rounded and slowly stretched out to become enlarged on his head, pink and isolated on his grey fur in little circles of bald flesh. They were not the only things that were continuing to shift now. Jake was able to lean down and see that his hands were starting to lose their own fuzzy covering, and he could feel the fabric brushing against his feet more easily as his coat receded there. Even his tail was growing increasingly bald as Jake felt it momentarily going limp behind him, scraping against the cold hard stone while the room got even easier to see in. His eyes were gaining predatory black slits to them as the pupils and whites were beginning to slowly solidify into a shade of red that was growing brighter by the second.

	"The spell is working perfectly!", Squeenk cheered out as he scooted off of Jake's body and sat squatted down at his side just staring him over. The cat could easily guess by now that he was being turned into a Skaven, but he wondered now if there was anything he even really wanted from being a cat-thing anymore. That next gonging strike blasted any chance of his mind recovering from the path he was headed down right out of his head as he gave a little giggle to himself, high-pitched and manic. No, he wanted too many things now that his old life would not provide him unless he reached out and took-stole them, ripped them away and scurried back out of reach. All he was concerned about now was himself, what he could achieve for himself, what he could claw out from the world. There was a path in front of him for that, one that he knew would allow him to wield power once more, and even procure it from something greater than himself. He was beginning to quickly realize-understand, through the reinforcement of the reverberations, that there was a power behind the Skaven. It wanted him, specifically him, to wield it. He would not be a slave to it as he had once been as the priest of a false deity. This great presence wanted him to achieve his wildest dream-plots, and as he looked himself over and prepared for the changes that would soon follow, his fantasies about what to do with what he was being offered was only getting more and more wild.

	As he felt that pleasant tenth vibration pulse through him, his giggling began to turn into full-on snorting and laughing as he felt the subtle crack of his bones around his hands and feet as they both began to elongate and stretch out. His fingers and toes were becoming more dextrous as the bones in them shifted to give him a more rodentine grip, while his claws were starting to curl out and turn increasingly sharp. He could feel the way that his teeth were now ferociously sharpened in his mouth, good for biting and tearing, and the subtle ache around his brow as those horns continued to push out and curl behind his head in sharp points. "Yes-yes, I knew this spell would make amazing things happen with you!", the Grey Seer cried out as Jake watched him focus up on those large antlers, like those of a gazelle, pull out from his head. With every change, Jake's excitement and chuckling only rose, until he was letting out full-on cackles, that tail behind him starting to curl and wave as he experimented with it, feeling it starting to thicken up at the base with new musculature as it was banded as well, becoming as easy to work with as one of his limbs. His ass followed suit, curving out as it was given new strength and firmness to support the powerful length, growing bubbly and pushing out from his form in two perfect rounded crescents.

	Jake's laughter was bouncing off of the walls as he threw his head back and let loose, his cackles increasingly throaty and wet as his eyes went wide with sheer mirth. The trembles running through his body hid the feeling of his brain being struck and shaken into the shape that it would most likely stay in for the rest of his life. It felt like every thought of what he could do now with his new future was coming to him at a rapid-fire pace. He knew for a fact that he was cunning-clever enough to sway thousands of other rats to his will, and with those chittering hordes under his control, there was nothing that he could not claim with time and the right strategy. Every ambition and new want burning in his head was another set of gnashing teeth nibbling on his heart until his hunger devoured it and there was only a black pit left. Skavendom the world over would benefit from his rise to power, no matter how many lives, surface-thing or rat, would have to be given for his whims. He was going to have that higher power, that greater power, at his back, and he would be an absolute terror because of it.

	As that twelfth clang echoed out through his body, the rodent grinned wide as he looked down and watched his fuzz starting to grow coarse across his form, thinning down as he became less cuddly and more verminous. Practically the only thing left that hinted that he had ever been a cat under that horrible rat-man visage was the tiger stripes across his shorter coat, but everything else was pure Skaven through and through. "Ahhh..." As he stretched out, he found that he had a slight hunch-forwards now thanks to how his body had developed. "I feel better-stronger than I would have thought becoming like this would make me." Trying to straighten it out rather than slouching forwards felt unnatural, though, like walking around on his tiptoes, so he did not attempt to fix his posture.

	"You're not done, by the way," Squeenk said with a soft sigh as he looked at the rat. "I made the spell special-unique."

	"Not don-" Jake did not have the chance to finish the question before he was practically knocked back onto his elbows and grunted as it felt like the vibrations settled down around his shaft and began to bounce up and down its form. Squeenk helped claw his armor and pants off around his crotch, giving his member enough room to slowly swell and push up through his shredded underwear. It had been gently throbbing and pulsing between his legs as the changes had pushed through him and left him aroused as a byproduct of how good he felt, but now, it was quickly growing as rigid as that warpstone at the top of Squeenk's staff... and seemingly not slowing its growth down as it reached as far as he was used to topping out. Jake watched in awe as his cock continued to swell out, the sausage fattening up between his fingers as he could not help but reach down to his member before squeezing it tight and feeling the way that it seemed to swell out against his hand in response. New inches of flesh seemed to pulse out from him over seconds of growth, engorging and elongating his shaft until it flopped around like a heavy club between his fingers as he played with it. "Big as a rat ogre's rod, yes-yes, and just as useful." His sack, too, was surging out, growing heavier as he became more virile by the second. Soon, he had a pair of heavy orange-sized nuts resting beneath his foot-long rod as he panted out. "You may be a Grey Seer..."

	Jake felt something curl around his neck and then lock tight, looking down to see that a collar with a lead had been locked around his neck. "But you'll be my Grey Seer. There's not enough room for two horned rats in this warren, not unless one lays-mounts on top of the other." Jake snarled softly underneath his breath. The bastard had only changed him because he had wanted another rat to fuck. He would not let his plans be spoiled just because some other rat... some...

	Squeenk had a huge dick, and he was making it known as he bent the other grey-furred rat forwards and started to grind himself up against his cheeks. Jake could not help but curl his tail around the rat's hips and pull him forwards, making the rat nestle himself even further between his soft cheeks that lightly squished around his rod. As much as he was annoyed by his planned fate, he could not deny that it turned him on intensely. He was starting to realize what had come with the increase to his package. His libido had grown as well, a rodentine surge in his need that he knew would stay with him. He needed relief, the kind of relief that Squeenk, damn-screw him, could give him. "F-fuck...", Jake hissed out and gulped loudly as the ratman gripped tight around his collar and pulled it, slightly cutting off his breath and leaving him starting to feel a little lightheaded. "Fuck me! Fuck me right now-now!"

	"When I'm ready for it. I call the shots here!" As if to emphasize that, Jake could feel the choker squeeze even tighter around his throat, fully cutting off his breath for a good second before relaxing. He sucked in another breath and needily spread his legs as he felt the friction between his tailhole and the heavy cock pressing to it. His tail rubbed against Squeenk's lower back in an incessant coaxing motion that held no affection behind it, just an utter greed to feel as much dick against him as possible. Squeenk's claws dug into his backside and hips hard enough to feel uncomfortable as the Grey Seer frotted his length against the ratman underneath, occasionally reaching out to plant the hand not on the leash into the space between Jake's shoulderblades and pin his face to the cold floor. As Squeenk continued to rub himself against Jake's rear, Jake could feel and hear the way their flesh was growing slicked and more wet as Squeenk's cock gently pulsed and throbbed its juices across his pert rear and throbbing shaft. Every rub and press was now making a soft slllck as he firmly pressed the middle of his rod against that tight puckered muscle, lubricating it and making it shine in what little light there was in the room. At any moment, Jake knew that the rat was going to start shoving himself in, and he could feel himself just clench at the notion. There was no need to look at that thick shaft to know that Squeenk was about to stretch his tailhole as hard as possible. The Skaven's treatment of his body was more than enough to know that he would not hold back at all when he was ready to plunge...

	Jake's eyes practically turned into discs as his claws scrabbled against the ground, tail shooting up as Squeenk began to practically dig his way into his ass, using quick and hard thrusts that quickly wore out the glideability of that lubrication as he wholeheartedly fucked the former cat. "Mmmmfh, this holy-thing wasn't allowed to ever put anything up his ass?" Jake's front teeth dug into his lip as his body quivered from the sheer punishment that his walls were already starting to take. "That, or you must have had very small lover-mates. We're fixing that now, yes-yes." Not that he hated it. Already, he could feel that immediate discomfort that came from having a girthy cock rammed right up his ass and pushing out against his walls beginning to give way to the subtle yet growing aches of pleasure that were beginning to rise within him. "Relax or squeeze, either way will feel soooo good... oooohooohoooh, so so so so good..." There was a subtle thwack, and another brief spark of pain through his body, as Squeenk hilted himself in and planted his domehead deep within the ratman's innards, a deep groan pushing out of his muzzle as he no doubt savored the feeling of Jake's soft crevices gripping and massaging around his length and tip, the flesh rippling across his body with every movement he made and every little movement that Jake made as he was forced to press up against him and shift position slightly with every tug of the leash.

	Jake's eyes went half-lidded as the uncomfortably stuffed feeling in his rear suddenly melted into excitement and need, and he let out a deep sigh as his muscles started to relax and he found himself resting easier on his knees. "M-mmmmfh..." Squeenk was starting to pull back now, moving in halting little tugs as he did so, each yank making Jake's cock tense and pulse against the stone underneath as he was rubbed up against in those barely-touched areas. The rat on top of him was doing practically nothing to slow down and ease himself out more naturally. In fact, as soon as he was halfway out, he immediately slammed himself in hard, hard enough to make Jake reach his claws out again for anything to hold onto and brace himself with, even if it was impossible to find handholds against the nearly perfectly smoothed stone. For a good long while, Squeenk fucked Jake mercilessly in stop-starting motions, drilling his way in before wrenching himself back again and again, causing the rodent underneath him to squeal with delight as he was quite forcibly acquainted with the sheer size of the rat's cock and how fast he could shove it deep into his body and prod him in just the right place.

	It was no wonder that Jake was already on the edge by the time that Squeenk had fucked his body into enough of an easy glide that he could take his cock in one thrust without any of the sudden jolts that he would have experienced. Squeenk took that easier insertion as an excuse to start to wind up a constant in-and-out inside of him, slamming himself in loud enough that the pre he was utterly drenching his walls with began making a moist combination of squishing and slapping noises with every pound. The Grey Seer was productive enough to coat those insides, to leave him drenched enough that most of the discomfort was soon only coming from the way he was nibbling on Jake's neck with those sharp teeth and raking those claws across his body, as if to tell him that he was all his, only his, those horns that would have denoted his status as a leader in Skaven society only serving to make him look all the more pathetic as his sub...

	That thought was the thing to drive Jake over the edge as he gave out a hissed moan, able to feel his cum splattering across his front, painting his front a mixture of white splatters as his orgasm was lost in the brutal fucking that Squeenk was giving him. It was obvious to him that the rat was thinking ahead towards his own orgasm, and he still had more than enough stamina to use to see him through to it.

	Jake was not sure how long he stayed underneath the rat as he continued to mercilessly plow him into a drooling mess. Just because he had climaxed, of course, did not mean that he was insensitive to the feeling of that heavy dick battering his insides, slamming in again and again and spattering his insides with fluids. "Hnnnnnfh!" Squeenk grunted and tugged on Jake's lead like he was trying to find some part of the rat's innards that he had not already basted in his precum as he desperately began to thwack himself in harder and harder, keeping his speed as he chased his own pleasure.

	All that the bottom rat knew, as he was being pounded, was that suddenly there was a warm feeling pooling inside him, and with a heavy shuddering groan heat began to pool into him as Squeenk's large balls wrenched themselves dry inside him. A veritable wave of heat swelled out into him as the rat's shaft splattered burst after burst of thick, sticky jizz inside of his rear. "And n-now..." Squeenk sighed softly as he began to pull himself out of the rodent, his cum still basting his rear as he exited mid-climax, holding his cock in front of it until he started to dribble and glazing it in a way that made sure that as the Skaven lifted him up onto his feet it would continue to dribble and drip out of his ass. "Let's go show you the warren, so you know your way around, my cum-seed slut."

	"What?!", Jake yelled back at him, but there was nothing to be done about it. "I'm a Grey Seer now! You have to treat me-me with... nnnnfh!" Squeenk tugged hard on his leash and pulled him away. The next few hours saw Jake being led along on that leash, dripping Squeenk's cum out of his ass and being laughed at by even the lowliest rodent slaves that he passed by. All he could do was blush as he was lead around, blush and tell himself that he would eventually have his chance for revenge...

	A month later, the Skaven underneath the village were ready to rise. They would not be rising under Grey Seer Squeenk, however... That rat was currently stuck in a cage, staring at the rat that had stolen his robe and cloak and seemingly his destiny. "You idiots! He's barely known how to lead your verminous horde for a few weeks, he's going to get you all killed!"

	"They aren't going to listen to you." Grey Seer Chek Seedcatcher sneered, clawing lightly at the collar he still had on. "I've made them a much better-stronger offer. More than you could ever give them."

	Squeenk rattled the bars of his cage and gave out another yell, although there was a hint of mournfulness in his tone. "I made you, you can't do this to me-me!" It was so pitiful... Chek could not help but laugh at the sight of it. He looked about ready to wet himself in terror. The former cat could not help but think he was worried about what his superior rodents within the organization structure of Skavendom would do to him when he arrived naked and afraid at a warren further off from this.

	"You made me, but I never asked-wanted to be like this!", Chek hissed in his face, leaning up just close enough to the bars that Squeenk could not reach out and try to gouge one of his eyes out with his claws. "Nobody hexes me and gets away with it, and nobody makes me their toy-slut! Take him, slaves!" The smaller rats underneath the cage squeaked out in terror as Chek's voice rose, their own iron collars hooked to the cage they were carrying on their backs as they began to scurry away with it, Squeenk vacillating between yelling out threats and begging for his life as he disappeared into the tunnels.

	With that done... the rat gave out a loud sigh. It was a pity that Squeenk had never slipped up and revealed how to take the collar off. He supposed that the rat had laid some kind of curse on it, making sure that he would always have it on, always have some way for other people to denigrate and bring him under control. It would serve as a goal for his own spellcasting, some hurdle to overcome once he had enough control to. Right now, it was time for him to fulfill his promise to the clan. About half-an-hour later, the rat was bent over on a stool in front of his desk, in his chambers, scribbling out more notes on how best to assault the village above them all to make sure nobody could escape and warn the countryside about what was coming. Two large, dark-furred rats in rusted armor and wielding wicked-headed polearms guarded him as he waited for the first member of the long line of rats trailing from the door to his home outwards to come in.

	He stole a glance back to notice that the well-built and thick-cocked rat at the front of the line was one of his inner guard, like the ones at his side right now making sure nobody stuck other than what he expected into his body. "T-thank-thank you for offering this to us, Grey Seer! You are most mighty to take us all on!"

	"Just make sure you don't thrust too hard, I'm busy plotting-scheming our assault... a-and don't...!" It was too late, though. The large rat had already reached out to grip his lead as he began to push in, making Chek's eyes widen as he was wrapped around the thick length currently stretching his ass out. Grey Seer Squeenk had been the leader of this clan for quite a while now. In order to sway the rats here to fight for him, Chek had to give them something that Squeenk could not.

	He had noticed eyes on him that first day that Squeenk had led him out on a leash, appraisal that was not just based on how shameful the new rat had looked with an ass full of the Grey Seer's jizz. As it turned out, the other rat had given him the very means to take control. When it came to Skaven, he was one that was incredibly sexy in the eyes of others... and that was something that he could use. It would have been an insane idea to offer his body up to an entire warren before his mind had been altered. Now, it was just the first step on Chek's grand plan to dominance.

	The Grey Seer winced as he felt the guard give a powerful thrust into him, nearly knocking him off of his stool as the rat used the leash to force Chek up to the hilt onto that dick. The one problem with this plan? The clan had a lot of rats in it. He was going to have to figure out a system for this, because otherwise he was going to be spending most of his rule being bred. He had to wonder, as he felt the briefest twinge of pleasant shame course through him, if he really was the leader he told himself to be, especially if he was seeking out turning himself into the warren's bicycle like this.

	It was the briefest thought, one that faded away as the vermin behind him slammed in hard. O-of course he was. No one was more dominant-submissive than Chek Seedcatcher.