“You! Slip! Gnaw-fuck time!” Barked a shrill voice. 

Responding to that call was the small, skinny skaven in question, showing very little enthusiasm as he was picked out and trudged to the dirty stables. As he got closer the moans and shrieks of others like him were getting louder until Slip could see other lowly ones like him tied in place within stable blocks, kept in place so that they could appease the gnawbeasts, the wild savage creatures that had a lot of need. As soon as one rat was used up and couldn’t go on, it was another’s turn until the gnawbeast was appeased. Slip was the next in the rotation and didn’t put up much of a fight as other skavens were getting him in position. 

They were low on the rung like him but just high enough to no longer have to subject themselves to being breeding toys for the large smelly, ugly gnashing feral rodents. Slip’s ears were low as he was bound to the block that he would lay on, keeping his butt jutted out. His tail was strapped to his back, kept up and out of the way while cold and numbing jelly was smeared over his hole. Slip groaned from the rough prodding and sudden insertion of two claws fingers, rubbing the stuff inside of him. It was done just to keep him from being split apart. 

“Slip the Gnaw-Toy is back again!” one of the three preparing him snickered. 

“Best rat-hole yet. Make gnaws very-very happy,” another put in. 

“This one with very heavy sack-balls. Do your job, slut-runt!” the one lubing him up sneered, pulling his fingers free and smacking Slip hard, making the bound skaven yelp and wince. 

The other three skavens left Slip bound but he wouldn’t be alone for much longer. And sure enough there came the lustful snorts and bellows of a gnawbeast, its heavy thumping feet stamping the ground ever closer, getting all the louder and closer, bringing with him the heavy smells of dirt, sweat, and animal stink. 

The creature laid eyes on the bound skaven and thrashed its head. Keeping it steady as best they could while leading it forwards were the rats from before, grabbing onto ropes that were fastened to the harness. The hairless clawed feet were dirtied with mud and dirt, the unkept thick dark gray fur that was sheened with sweat and built up grime. The large feral rat was a young healthy adult, likely reared up recently to replace those that perished in the last battle. Its huge and long furless tail was lashing back and forth like a whip, cracking against the sides of the stable. There was a mix of pudginess and muscle rising from underneath the pelt as its red eyes were trained on his Slip’s waiting hole, his nostrils flaring from the scented lube, carrying a breeding scent pheromone. 

Drawn to the scent, the gnawbeast dipped its head down and pressed his nose to the skaven’s tailhole, even rubbing his nose against it, snorting up the tantalizing aroma that made its whole body flex, exhaling its heavy breath, bringing a wave of warmth that sunk into Slip’s ass fur. Beneath the huge animalistic rodent’s belly, throbbing between his hindlegs was the nearly three foot and thick tapered cock, already leaking so much from the wide, heavy balls that all rodents had, the feral’s especially being prominent, almost dragging under his tail. 

The gnaw heaved itself up and the weight of him suddenly crashed down onto Slip’s back, pinning him in between the huge hot furry body above him and the sturdy mount that kept him in position to receive that same creature’s erection. The most he could do was let out a strained squeak from the wind being knocked out of him. 

The two stable rats that held onto the ropes were easing off while the third was approaching directly from the front. Slip could just barely see him approach, being all but smothered under the muggy fur. The third rat had a tiny bag that he tipped, shaking out a green gently glowing powder. 

“Smell and fuck-breed!” the skaven said with some excitement, shoving the powdered hand to the feral’s muzzle. The gnaw huffed again, snorting up the crushed up, finely grained warpstone. The black pupils against the red expanded greatly as its whole body stiffened for a moment. The skaven drew his hand back that had no traces of the stone left, all going into the feral’s system, making him all the more crazed. 

The very most wild elements within the gnawbeast were triggered, stimulated, and emboldened. Those grabby front paws immediately found purchase, hooking around Slip’s stomach. At the same time the much bigger creature was starting to hump at the air just in front of Slip’s ass, its hot precum-slathered tip repeatedly poking at the smaller rodent’s ass, leaving sticky marks all over. Panting hotly above him and drooling, the beast was feverish with a need to unload and was moving his lower body desperately until he found the spot and surged his body forwards, bringing the sudden sensation of Slip’s lubed hole  becoming so greatly stretched around around the huge tapered length. 

Even with all the lubing, Slip still let out a yell of both pleasure and pain that came out almost muffled by the body that was on top of him. He arched his back and shook hard, his hole clenching, which emboldened the creature further. With its great strength it humped hard and forced all of its inches inside, being fully inserted, making a large bulge in Slip’s stomach before pulling back. Fueled by the most primal of means, Slip was pushing and pulling his strong, flexing hips. Slip was left to cry out beneath him, taking the whole of the cock over and over again, his body getting rocked on top of the mount block he was strapped to. The only thing more humiliating than being a living breeding toy for these beasts was how used it Slip was, even being his name sake: Slip the Gnaw-Toy.

Slip was crying out from the starting slams, his depths getting stretched out around the feral’s huge cock. In time with the savage bucks of the gnaw’s body, Slip’s body was getting roughly rocked. Every time he felt like his literal guts were getting stretched around the invading flesh, making his rim expand so wide and the bulge in his stomach all the larger. It was all so much to take and yet it wasn’t unfamiliar to him. In fact the regularly strapped down skaven adjusted quickly to the wild pounding. 

The feral’s crotch was bashing into Slip’s butt, the thickest portion of its cock being squeezed hard by the clenching rim. Fueled by the warpstone, the stable rat was going relentlessly, being the cause of harsh smacks of their bodies connecting and the huge balls that were knocking into the tied down skaven; ringing out nearly as loud as the smaller rodent’s desperate and strained pants. With more of the weight settling on top of him, grinding him in between the dirty, sweaty body and the block he was mounted on, Slip could do nothing more than let out more strained and pitched noises that were switching between probable discomfort and pleasure. 

Between the force of the thrusts and how large the cock was, Slip’s most sensitive spots were forcibly bashed into and smushed down intensely. These spots being stimulated so hard was making the skaven tighten up, milking out even more of the feral’s precum that made his ass hot and slippery the whole way through, getting filled up to the point that the musky fluid was getting pushed out with every thrust that came out next, being paired with a deep, sloppy noise and the splatters of it slipping onto the floor. That huge excess of natural lube eased more of the strain for Slip but in return the feral was going in even harder, taking full advantage while still charged on the rush of the snorted warpstone’s high. 

All of this was intensified from the bigger creature going even faster while applying more pressure to everything inside of Slip. His whole body was tensing up from the climax that struck him with full force, overwhelming his senses and leading him into cumming hands free, his cock shooting ropes against the block while his body was getting rocked. His orgasm was extended by the repeated hard strikes to his prostate, bringing a mix of white hot pleasure but also humiliation from the other skavens’ snickering and comments pertaining to his position. 

With his orgasm and the hard rhythmic clenches of his anal passage, the rat above was going even harder to get more pleasure for himself, thrusting all of his length and girth in and out at a near blinding pace until the final thrust came without warning with extra strength that made Slip jolt as well. Hearing the hisses above him, the quadrupedal rat was drooling and tensing all over; its huge balls pressed firm to Slip’s backside, churning and drawing up. The huge potent loads were surging through his swelled cock, blasting out from the tip and directly into the two legged rat’s guts, bringing a powerful rush of seed pouring inside, bringing a rapidly increasing amount of weight and heat. 

It kept shooting out, bathing the whole of Slip’s passage in the incredibly slimy seed that was oozing out in fat rivets, gushing past the spread rim and yet his stomach was inflating very quickly. With nowhere else to go, Slip was left taking it all for however long the bigger male would be cumming, which turned out to be for nearly a full minute in length, pumping more and more of his heavy, pent up balls’ contents. From it all Slip’s stomach was so large and weighty as well, filled with seed that was sloshing about inside of him. 

Even with all the cum released, the feral rat still had more to give and the high from the snorted warpstone was still going strong. That meant Slip was in for another round; stuck underneath the crazed quadruped still. There was more than just the pleasure that Slip was taking notice of this time. The huffs coming from above but also the mass of fat and muscle, covered in thick unkempt and unwashed fur. It’s infused sweat and grime from never being properly washed was getting rubbed off into Slip, marking him in the feral’s scent so effectively that everyone would know, at least anyone who didn’t already know him.

Slip tried his best to remain firm but all of the elements coming together, the sensations of him being humped like this and the pure reek filling his nose, it all chipped away until Slip let out his first truly pitched and pleasured moan. This is what truly earned him his namesake. Being used by the gnawbeasts was a role meant to shame and demean; marked in the scent and mess of the unwashed unruly creatures and yet Slip had started to love it even during the first time. 

“There he squeak-moans!” 

“Slutty skaven filth-slut!” 

“Gnaw-gnaw’s favorite!” 

The other three were mocking him while watching, all while the beast was rutting into Slip harder. The blushing lower classed skaven wasn’t able to respond, his words being lost to the moans and even shouts of elation that rose from him. He stayed like that, with his fur getting all slathered in the snorting feral’s dirtiness and the sweat sinking into his pelt to the point that his own pelt was wet and matted. Time melted away for Slip until he was cumming again from too much stimulation, which led to the male on top of him baring down and increasing his pace until he too was pumping even more loads that had Slip’s stomach bloating out even further against the flood of cum that was forced into him, all coming from those immensely sized furry orbs. Even then Slip was only given a small break before the beast was going again, subjecting him to everything all over again… 

***

It was the next day that Slip was again put to work in the mines. His stomach was still a bit bloated with seed from the gnawbeasts. It would sometimes leak out of him while he was working, trickling down his legs and the underside of his tail. His whole body reeked of the beast that had been humping him nearly the whole day prior. Unlike most that had been used like that, Slip was able to still walk and work the next day. That earned him a bit of warpstone pebbles, making the whole ordeal worth it in a way. 

There was something else that made it worthwhile. Slip was using the stink of gnawbeast to conceal the odor of the stone that he kept on his person. He didn’t have a satchel to keep it in so the best place to store the tiny bits of the green magical addictive stone was in his foreskin. Every little bit that Slip could get he would painstakingly stuff underneath the folds. It was the most he could do in hopes of saving enough to move up in rank. 

Even if he did enjoy being used by the animal rats, Slip was tired of the constant ridicule and slaving away, breaking up the larger deposits of warpstone that got to be enjoyed by the higher ranked ones. Of course he and the other lowly rats couldn’t save any for themselves, risking grave consequences if they were caught. It took a lot of willpower to resist the urge to horde it all for oneself. Slip managed to stay strong so far but even he was drawn to its addictive call. But rather than obviously scooping up chunks for himself, Slip devised a plan that was based on his current method of storing the bits he already had. 

When he was sure nobody was looking, Slip would skim some of his quota, stuffing small chunks of pure, freshly mined warpstone into the thick layering skin of his cock. He got away with it the first time and that emboldened him to try it again… He was again called to appease another gnawbeast and endured the humiliation, making an active effort to get as much of the scent onto him as he could, making sure the unwashed reek could overpower the aroma of warpstone that would be growing from him taking more and more bit by bit, day by day. 

Slip was feeling pretty clever when he had so much warpstone stored up that his foreskin was feeling tight and the stones rubbing against his sensitive flesh. Nobody around him suspected anything, giving him the usual grief for being such a slut for the ferals but he didn’t let that bother him at all, having his very own secret that nobody else did. 

The skaven found a private place to settle. His heart was racing. He had so much warpstone now, more than he ever had at one time. But he wanted even more, to keep it all so close to him. But his foreskin was full and couldn’t fit any more. He had to put it somewhere that was still on his person where nobody could find it. That want was becoming a desperation that led to Slip pulling out a small chunk of the warpstone. The pebbles rubbing against his cock kept him in a semi hard state but while looking at the chunk he was getting fully erect and got a sudden idea that he acted upon immediately. 

He pushed the chunk against the opening of his cock. If he couldn’t store anymore in his foreskin maybe he could stash some in his cock and push it out when he really needed it. With a groan he stuffed the bit of stone into his urethra, huffing from how unexpectedly good it felt, getting inside and then sliding down as if his dick was swallowing it down. The feeling was amazing and without thinking he was doing it again, pulling out stone after stone and pushing them into his cock, watching the faint glow travel downwards. The more he did it, the more tingly he was feeling between his legs. Was this an effect of the warpstone? Slip wanted more of that feeling so he kept inserting, prolonging the sensation until he got the last one down before he knew it. His cock was throbbing so much and his plump balls felt even heavier but he resisted the urge to jerk off, needing to keep the stones inside. 

Like he had before, Slip kept to the cycle of mining, stealing, and being used by ferals, enduring it all for the sake of moving up within the city. Feeling the dual thrill of getting away with it while stuffing more and more down his cock, gaining a different kind of rush than usual that kept him always hard and leaking precum. Others pointed it out but figured that Slip was just thinking of getting bred again. 

In truth it was getting all the harder for Slip to think in general. His cock was pulsing so hard while he was trying to mine and his balls felt so heavy. They were churning so much and he could feel the stones but there was something different. His loins were really acting up underneath his loin cloth. Slip was going to attempt to smuggle more of the broken up mined stones when he was doubling over. What he felt was like a kind of cramping but it wasn’t painful. It was still enough to make his whole body seize, the source being from his balls. They weren’t just churning but also squeezing down against the stones. 

Slip groaned and dropped his axe, backing away and rounding a corner while sweating and taking deep breaths. Something was happening and he pulled up his loincloth to see what. His eyes widened upon seeing that with every clench that made him shake his balls and cock were expanding, swelling out to greater proportions. The sack was getting wider, rounder and heavier while the cock was bloating out to an increased length and thickness. When it stopped, Slip didn’t marvel at his bigger size right away, instead noticing that his balls felt “empty” in a sense that the stones were gone. 

Slip kept the overwhelming urge to refill his stock more than anything else. He returned to his post and was able to continue mining without struggle. This time when he skimmed from his quota, the skaven was quick to just stuff the small bits right into his cockhole, biting his lip from the surge of pleasure that came this time. Once he started doing it, he found it hard to stop. If he could he would have stuffed handfuls of the bits inside but he managed by rapidly shoving what little pieces inside that he could. The skaven was so engrossed in the task that he only just managed to stop when he heard the footsteps of the approaching watchers. 

Aiming not to make the same mistake of keeping the stones in for too long, Slip waited until the work was over when he found a private place, to take off his loincloth. He could already feel his balls churning against all of the chunks and figured he had to work fast. Reaching his hand down, the rat gripped his even thicker foreskin, tugging it back and forth rapidly. He was moaning from how more sensitive his length felt, the pleasure coursing through every inch. So much bigger and heavier, he could only just wrap his hand around the girth. There was the greater pleasure but also an added element he wasn’t expecting. 

A thick musk rising from his loins that carried the scent of himself, feral rat, but also warpstone. It was so clear to him and he wound up breathing in the aroma, taking deeper breaths for longer, doing his best to fill his lungs with the intoxicating smell. It was fueling his lust even more, causing him to grip his cock even tighter, giving a few firm squeezes that were giving even more stimulation. Precum was freely flowing from the thicker tip, coming out in a thick line that was slightly green in color. 

That same fluid was getting onto his palm, being so thick and sticky, making for the perfect lube to jerk himself off with. As he kept at it, Slip was starting to pant more from the growing pleasure as more and more precum was still leaking out, getting smeared all over. He was starting to forget his original goal of getting the stones out, getting completely lost in the pleasure as it was climbing higher. 

He used his other hand to reach down and palm at his sack, feeling how much it was churning. That’s when he remembered his original goal but just as he started to stroke himself harder to really push himself over the edge, the clenches started happening, his balls squeezing down on the stone, absorbing the material, leaving less and less. “N-no…” Slip lamented but rubbing his sack while it was clenching felt so good. He couldn’t stop massaging his balls or stroking himself while his body was getting struck with hard waves of pleasure. 

Slip was truly getting lost in it, failing to save the extra amount of warpstone that he had smuggled. Like before he was feeling his balls getting bigger, the furry sack expanding even larger while still clenching. A part of him was panicking from the loss of more warpstone but he couldn’t stop himself from rubbing his growing balls all over, his lust-hazed mind could hardly grasp it all. They were still getting bigger but there was also something else: from the center of both balls was a green glow that was growing all the brighter. 

His cock was starting to plump up as well, expanding along with the foreskin, increasing in both length and girth. His hands spread out further against it widening, feeling the throbs getting all the harder. Panting hard, Slip continued to jerk himself, pumping his fatter foreskin along, watching as the veins along the cock was bloating as well but they were also surging with that same green glow. Another rush ran through all of his inches but also the whole of Slip’s body. By now his cock was more than 2 and a half feet, being more than half the total length of the skaven’s own body. 

The precum leaking from his cock was glowing and green with a rich consistency that was more like jizz, bringing with it the pure smell of warpstone mixed with rat musk, a combination that was making Slip shudder all the more. Just from smelling it he was feeling that high coming over him, which sent his actions into overdrive. Pumping the cock that was way too huge for someone of his stature with one hand that couldn’t wrap fully around and rubbing all over his glowing, warpstone-infused balls at the same time, Slip was crying out from how good it felt for him. He finally felt his limit approaching as more of the precum was spilling out. 

Clenching his teeth, Slip aimed his cock at the nearby wall, letting out a long winded groan as the first rope of his cum shot out, the actual jizz coming out almost like a paste that fired out with force, splattering against that wall and another blast followed behind it. There was so much coming out from his small melon sized sack, drawing up and pumping out the cum that seemed to be pure warpstone in liquid form. The smell was so pure and potent, making Slip’s nostrils flare and he was cumming all the harder because of the rush he felt. His climax kept on going, making a complete mess on the wall with various fat lines and splatters. Throughout Slip was breathing heavily, basking in the intense pleasure of  cumming harder than he ever had in his life, being left a panting and shaking mess. 

“W-warpstone! Here!” 

“W-warp...juice?” 

There were a couple of skavens that came around the corner, also picking up on the pure smell that was coming from the area, laying eyes on the slowly oozing mess that coated the wall. They sniffed then pounced on it, licking feverishly while scooping up as much as they could with their tongues, groaning and giggling from the high that was hitting them. They kept going at it while a few more rats came about, drawn in by the scent and noise. 

While plenty were licking at the wall, all but shoving each other aside for a chance at lapping up the unique cum, some of the other rats figured out where it came from and moved in on Slip, getting down on their knees before him, grasping at his cock that was still erect and leaking so much, getting a taste for the thick line coming from the tip for themselves, which confirmed the source. Slip was moaning again, this time from the multiple tongues that were lapping all over his cock in a hungry manner. 

The stimulation was making it pulse and leak all the more, giving these other skavens plenty of the taste and smell that they wanted more and more of, needing this new kind of warpstone essence. The rats were almost fighting for it as they all worshiped Slip’s loins in their own way, lapping at his tip, stroking his thick foreskin, and even digging their tongues under it like Slip had dreamed of some days ago. Another rat went under the cock, his eyes going wide as he was drawn to the sight of the glowing balls, seeing the pulses of humming green light, just like the glow of the stone itself. 

Like the others he was taking in the raw musk of a huge rat cock and balls, smelling strongly of power and warpstone. It made the other lowly ranked skaven want to submit. He was running his tongue over the pair of orbs, getting the unique taste. Even the sweat coming from Slip’s pores carried the tang of the wanted magical mineral. The rat was lavishing the sack while the other was doing the same for the cock, all giving as much attention and stimulation as they could. 

Slip was trying to get a grasp on everything; the greater sensitivity of his loins, and all the different ways that he was being stimulated at the same time. They were all putting more effort into it, lapping and guzzling every bit of the thick precum that was coming out from the opening. Their hands rubbing and their tongues lapping all over, digging even further into the foreskin, lapping up the musk and mess that had seeped into the folds earlier. 

His moans were growing louder and his pants were becoming more strained. With the stronger throbs of his length, the other rats were moving closer to his tip while still working fervently together to get the load that they were looking forward to. They kept it up until Slip was again unleashing his seed, spurting it out onto those in front of him, painting and marking their fur with the gunky jizz that was wholly infused with warpstone. With their open mouths, they were catching as much of it as they could and were so needy for the fluid that they were starting to lick it up from each other’s bodies, even lapping it up from the dusty earth, all in a desperate attempt to get as much of it as they could… 

“L-Look!” one of them squeaked, pointing up at Slip’s head. Atop his head were horns. Slip hadn’t even realized that they had sprouted out. 

“He’s been touched!” 

Slip was trying to make sense of it all. He needed some time to clear his head and decided to get away from the others. They called for him to stay but remained where they were, still drawn to all the stains and puddles, snorting and slurping at it all. 

Hiding out, neglecting his duties as both a miner and a toy for gnawbeasts, Slip got himself a cloak. A higher ranked skaven had given it to him in exchange for a mouthful of warpstone-infused cum. That gave Slip an idea of making use of his new gifts to get ahead in the city rather than trying to hoard warpstone bit by bit. He got those who sucked him to spread the word. He set up a shop of sorts, being a makeshift booth with a partition in the middle, a large hole being carved into the center. 

Those who entered were asked for a fee of warpstone or other valuables before Slip pushed his cock through the gloryhole. The other low ranking rats were more than happy to give whatever saved up bits they had in exchange to be painted in one of this strange horned skaven’s magical load. 

Rising from the more than two foot long and wide uncut flesh were swirls of thin green light rising from the flesh like mist. But much stronger and eye-catching was the purely green shine of the swelled veins. The paying skaven didn’t waste time opening his mouth, letting out a groan as he stretched his maw around the huge dick, already taking in the vapors of musk laced with warpstone. On the other end there was a muffled sigh being heard. Slip was feeling the other skaven desperately taking every inch that was being offered, having a desperately sniffing nose pressed into his crotch. Wrapped around and pressed against his thickness were the other rat’s lips and tongue. Pulling back and pushing forwards again, the paying rat was already shoving the cock down into his own throat, making it bulge out of pure need for the promised load. 

“Mmm, yes… Suck-hard all over…” Slip encouraged, using a deeper tone to try and keep his identity hidden. It was a better fit for someone more dominant, which was how he was starting to feel. The other rat responded to his words but kept his head moving, still making an effort to take every inch that was given to him, already getting the taste of precum on his tongue, indeed tasting the warpstone. The fluid was thick like cum from the state and so warm, sending both heat and tingles through him while swallowing. 

Slip wanted more as well so he acted, forcing the pace to increase by thrusting through the hole, shoving his dick further down the other rat’s throat and pulling back himself, doing it repeatedly to fuck the other male’s throat, which was swallowing down around him to still get every bit of the fluid that could be managed. There wasn’t any gagging, coughs, or other protest from the receiving end. They were impressively taking the huge size while still moving his tongue all over, drinking down every bit that would be milked out. 

On the other end Slip was gritting his teeth, feeling himself getting close but he still drove himself all the closer to his limits, making the last thrust that ended in him spewing his cum right down the other skaven’s throat, making its pupils expand from the instant high that overtook him. Guzzling as much as they could, the rat that had paid was also rocking his hips, groaning as he started to cum just from the weight and heavy of the even thicker cum pumping its way into his stomach, making it bloat outwards. Even then there was so much that it was starting to spill out from its spread muzzle and down all over his chest and stomach… 

After their turn, the next rat was shoving the first out of the booth, quickly tossing his loincloth to the side, gripping his own cock with one hand, giving it firm strokes while breathing in the thick air that was rising from the puddle of cum. He was so tempted to lap it up but his eyes were drawn to the cock still sticking through the hole, observing the way it throbbed, how the glow would increase a bit in time with the pulses. 

Like the patron before him, Slip was thrusting his way into the open muzzle, stuffing it full and smearing the mess of cum that coated all of it. He kept rolling his hips and he could hear the sounds of surprise but then need that came in time with the mouth properly wrapping itself around, welcoming the thick inches inside fully, feeling the throbs over his tongue and within his windpipe. Grinding against those surfaces, more of the precum’s flavor and stickiness was given while the patron was also deeply huffing on the musk that was emanating from the other rodent’s crotch. It was making him drool against the shaft. 

The pulses and sounds coming from the owner of this cock was making him tingle harder. Slurping and sucking all the harder in hopes of getting even more precum, he felt the pulses getting stronger as well while his stretched through was getting glazed in splashes of precum that shot out from the tip that was settled so deep inside. Slip was using that same throat as a sleeve to get more and more pleasure, coaxing out more precum that was gulped down so readily. The horned rat was growling a bit as he was shoving himself inside of the windpipe with extra force, feeling the walls coming down with every gulp. Putting more speed into his mouth humps, Slip was really loving the clenching hold that continued to surround his inches. 

Thrusting harder and faster, Slip kept shoving all the way into the other rat’s maw. He was falling deeper into the dominant role, being the one with the power, having something that other skavens wanted so much. Confirming that was the tongue that was lapping all over his inches. All until Slip’s cock throbbed much harder and swelled, his glowing balls drawing up and pumping more of its contents into the wanting skaven’s hungry maw.

The seed came surging out like it had before, cumming hard into the mouth and throat, making both bulge from the deluge of spunk that was spraying out with such force, with its irresistible smell and taste that had him eagerly swallowing and lapping up every bit and yet there was still so much spilling out from the corners of his spread mouth, cascading down onto his body, clinging to his fur. 

It was like that for the next rats that came in. Those that stepped out were pounced on by those still waiting outside, eagerly licking at the cum that was clinging to their body, sucking the cum from the others’ muggy fur. Slip really had them eating out of the palm of his hand. He had real power and could make effective use of it if he pulled the right strings…

Word was ever increasing about the booth and the strange rat that offered his services of pure liquid warpstone. Unsurprisingly it became very popular among the slums, garnering long lines when the work day was over. Just one load from the rat gave more pure warpstone than many of them could obtain in their miserable lives. So it was no surprise that they were itching for their turns, even pouncing on the rats that were walking out of the booth in a daze, coated in so much excess, being licked from head to toe to get any bit that they could, licking and sucking it from their fellow skaven’s unwashed pelt. 

In exchange for his services, Slip was receiving a payment of warpstone, any bit that his fellow low ranking skaven could offer. This was a much better method for growing his hoard of it. Like before he would take some off the top and stuff it down his dick, becoming very fond of the buzzing rush that was felt all through his loins before they would start to expand to even greater proportions, the green glow becoming all the brighter. After so many mouths worshiping his cock to get as much cum as they could, Slip only needed to stuff a bit down again to “recharge” himself again, suddenly feeling full and aching to release all over again. 

Gazing upon his balls that were so huge and heavy, being the size of a larger melon and his cock being at about 3 feet while just thick enough for both his hands to wrap fully around, Slip was feeling on top of the word. His horns had also grown bigger as well, looking just like those of a proper seer. 

He tried his best to conceal himself when departing from the booth after so many sessions. But even with his cloak it was getting all the harder to keep his horns hidden but the real give away was the size of his cock and balls that his loincloth couldn’t conceal, giving off a steady glow and letting off a raw scent that others were picking up on, realizing that he was the ‘Booth-Skaven.’ So even beyond his new “working hours,” Slip was approached with a newfound respect by those who needed their fix, finding his brand of liquid warpstone even more addictive than the mineral itself…

***

“Dirty place…” Huffing to himself was a muscular dark brown furred warrior skaven. His name was Gnash Death-Mask and he was one of the Storm Vermin in a larger squad, tasked with escorting a noble that had come down to this town that was on the fringes of collapse, full of the lowest ranking skavens that were even dirtier and more desperate than the majority. They scrambled aside when he walked, keeping clear of him and his sharp red eyes that peeked through his namesake, the upper half of another Storm Vermin’s skull, whom Gnash had defeated when he was younger, a sign of his prowess and strength as a fighter from the start. 

The noble that held his contract would be spending some time here for some reason. Gnash couldn’t bring himself to care. In fact Gnash was a rather defiant one. He never liked the noble he was forced to serve and was known to sneak away. His fellow stormvermin would keep it a secret out of fear of suffering his angry wrath. 

He was wandering off again because of excited chittering he heard on the way here. It caught his interest so he found a skaven that didn’t immediately run from him and started to ask about these rumors. Supposedly they weren’t rumors at all. There actually was a new kind of horned rat that lived in this run down town, one that had magic loins that doled out pure warpstone in juice form. Gnash was intrigued in more ways than one, being pretty pent up from all the walking he had done and wanting to blow off some steam. He asked where he could find this horned rat and was given directions. 

Slip had changed shops. Since his identity was revealed the horned skaven had moved into a bigger hut that was actually given to him in exchange for a belly full of “warpjuice” as it was commonly called now. Slip liked the sound of that and it inspired him to change his own name, keeping the first part but changing the title to dub himself Slip the Warpjuice-Giver. The place was always full of other skavens. There was room for them as long as they had warpstone to give. But they all perked up when the stormvermin marched his way in with a low huff of sexual frustration. 

“Clear out,” Gnash said firmly. “Scram-scamper!” 

The other small thin skavens did what they were told, running out of the hut, leaving Slip with the huge, muscular rat that was over 7 feet tall, towering over the horned one. This was the first time they laid eyes on each other and despite how intimidating Gnash looked, all the more so while wearing the skull that belonged to one of his own, Slip found himself immediately enamored by the warrior rat, especially seeing the huge cock he had that was lifting his loincloth. The nearly three foot long dark colored flaccid shaft and huge melon sized balls were similar to what Slip had but it was much more fitting on his body. 

“You juice-giver?” Gnash asked in a low, gruff tone but Slip felt a tingling in his belly, a crush quickly forming and taking hold of him. He nodded, already being nude and sitting on a throne-like chair that gave the stormvermin a clear view of his loins and the glow that possessed them. Breathing in, Gnash took in the unmistakable smell of warpstone that was mixed with the horned skaven’s musk, a rather potent and dominant scent for someone that seemed no different than the other low class rats aside from his special assets. He didn’t have that same hoity air to him, looking down on all the others below him. 

“I come for the juice-jizz,” Gnash said, making his wants plain. “I have warpstone.” There was a satchel attached to his side that he snatched off and tossed to Slip. With bumbling hands the horned rat opened it and his eyes widened to see that it was finely processed, the kind that those in the upper ranks enjoyed, being in the form of a fine powder. Its effect was even more potent than the pure hunks he used to mine. 

“Very nice-nice,” Slip said as he stood up from the seat, walking his way towards the storm vermin. “But before you get suck-juice, Slips wants deep-fuck!” He made his meaning clear by using his free hand, pushing it right against the bigger rat’s sturdy body, feeling the pure muscle underneath the thick, messy fur that had its own sharp smell of sweat and power, even carrying traces of blood from fellow skavens. It was a rush of its own to inhale it. “Name-title?” 

Gnash introduced himself. He was honestly expecting to get his dosage of the liquid warpstone, to experience what it was like. The horned rat wanted him and was even offering himself, turning around and bending over, having his tail lifted to show off his waiting tailhole. The promise of it was still there if he gave the smaller rat a regular fuck first, which was something Gnash didn’t protest to, feeling the strength of his cock throbbing and the ache of his full balls. 

Removing his loincloth and approaching from the back, Gnash was becoming fully erect, his already excessively sized shaft reached the length of about 4 and a half feet while becoming even thicker. Now fully erect and acting with the promise of a new kind of warpstone never experienced before, Gnash dipped down and pressed his large snout to the clan skaven’s under-tail, taking a direct and deep whiff of the musk that was infused with warpstone. It was fully a part of Slip now, circulating through his entire system, even being a part of his sweat and scent. 

Feeling a new kind of arousing tingly rush all over him, Gnash was pushing his tongue inside of the hole that winked against his lips. Charged with lust he was shoving the thick, wet muscle inside, forcing the rum and anal walls to part around it. Doing was making Slip gasp aloud. It had been just over a month since he last got penetrated like this and the feeling both familiar yet different. The thick, hot and long tongue was swinging back and forth, smearing his wall in a thick sheen of skaven spit, in exchange Gnash was picking up on Slip’s personal brand of warpstone but such a small amount that it was constantly teasing him, pushing him to seek out more if he could find out. That led to his tongue dipping in deep and twisting about inside of the hole, leaving Slip panting and shaking from the rushes of sensation that would course through him. 

This kept up until Gnash himself couldn’t stand all the light tastes and the rich musk that was taunting him. He pulled his tongue free, leaving the hole winking as he reared his body up, using his large and strong hands to grip Slip and pull him close in, having his claws pressed to the skin beneath the fur, giving Slip yet another thrill to relish. 

“Go ahead! Breed-mate me and hard!” Slip said with a near desperation in his voice. 

Doing as he was told, Gnash shoved in a large portion of his cock past the wet and stretched rim, causing them both to moan out together. Slip was being stretched much further around the uncut rat cock while Gnash was feeling the strong, pleasant tightness of the small rat’s hole. Gnash had fucked smaller rats before but there was something different about Slip that made him even more right away. His body felt charged with lust that was tingling and crackling through him like electricity, driving him to slamming the full length of his dick in, making a jutting bulge in Slip’s gut that shrank when he pulled back, returning when he thrusted forwards again. 

Gnash started with hard thrusts that came on after the other, stuffing in every one of his inches in every time, ramming his much larger and stronger body into the moaning and squeaking horned skaven. 

“Yes! Fuck me hard-fast! Take me, storm-beast!” Slip demanded it in an aggressive tone. Gnash was actually surprised by that. Most smaller rats that took his cock were already squealing for mercy by now, let alone at this kind of pace but Slip was taking everything he had and asking for more. The experience from being routinely used by the feral gnawbeasts had left their impact on Slip, giving him a certain taste when it came to getting fucked. He wanted Gnash to match or even hopefully outdo the savagery of the stable rats. 

Acting on the wishes given to him, Gnash put more aggression into his actions. He was feeling restless anyways. That buzzing sensation was all over, bringing this sense of excess energy that he needed to burn off. Slip was gripping him tight with hard squeezes of his passage but Gnash used the precum that was shooting out of his tip as an effective lube to still shove his way fully inside. This really felt right for Gnash and it triggered something that got him to thrust much harder while also dropping his weight down on top of Slip, all but smothering the horned rat beneath him. The sweaty fur of the stormvermin was rubbing all over Slip’s back, marking him in the stronger rodent’s potent and powerful smell. 

Using the strength of his entire body, Gnash was thrusting hard into Slip relentlessly and sweating harder too, not just from the effort but also because of that tingling. He was grunting hard and drooling from how good it felt while Slip was under him still moaning aloud, getting exactly what he wanted. There was the pure pleasure of his guts getting repeatedly stuffed full, every sensitive spot that he had was getting so forcefully weighed and down ground over. Slip’s whole body was getting weighed down by the stormvermin’s on top of him, marking more of his body and the hut as a whole, filling the hut with the scents of their greasy bodies and hard mating. They were both breathing in it while reveling in the increasing pleasure being shared between them. 

Even while pinned underneath the thrusting rat beast on top of him, Slip still had hold of the satchel and he managed to shake some of the powder out onto the floor in front of him. After shaking out a line of the crushed up stone, Slip stretched his neck out and shoved his nose into it, inhaling and snorting hard. Beneath the stormvermin that was still growling and drooling through clenched teeth was the muffled manic laughter of the clan rat experiencing the mindblowing high for the first time, feeling his whole body spinning while his nose was also starting to bleed a little. 

His whole body was tensing, including his ass, which tightened up so much that Gnash was thrusting in all the harder to make sure that every inch was going in, making the bulge in Slip’s stomach all the larger as well. The next thrusts and harsh stuffing of his guts was the cause of Slip groaning deeply underneath Gnash, cumming hard onto the ground he was still getting rocked on top of. As he unloaded his seed the scent of his spilled warpjuice stirred Gnash into a frenzy. Putting everything he had into it, Gnash continued to power his way through the clenches, ramming his way in and out with all the speed and power that he could manage, all until he was roaring out, unleashing torrents of his own spunk from his huge overfilled balls, shooting that spunk right into Slip’s guts, giving him that feeling of being filled and flooded so much that his stomach was bloating out to hold all of the musky seed being dumped into it with force. 

When Gnash lifted himself up his nostrils were still flaring as he looked down at the mess that was on the floor and clinging to Slip’s body as he rose up. With a hunger in his expression, Gnash was already dipping his head down to lick at the ground but Slip stopped him by taking hold of his large head. “No lick ground-floor. Better than that. Take it from dick-source.” With that being said he pressed his still-hard cock to the bigger skaven’s snout, smearing the mess of fleshly unloaded cum all over it. His cock was throbbing and leaking plenty of the musky substance onto it as well, leaving Gnash desperately snorting up as much as he could get.

He was breathing in the rich stink of the warpjuice that had come fresh and hot from the other skaven’s balls, rising from the mess like a fog. Gnash couldn’t get enough. When the grinding got his nose and the uncut tip to align, Gnash pushed it in and continued to snort up the juices that were coming straight from the length, getting himself marked in the scent while getting to experience more of that unique arousing high that had his cock becoming hard again in an instant. Wanting even more he started lapping his tongue over the tip as well, getting his first taste for it. 

“Yes-yes. Clean all up before warpjuices get cold,” Slip directed, feeling more dominant than ever while having a stormvermin worshiping his dick. “You’ll want fresh warp-cum.”

Gnash was moving his tongue all over, not just lapping up as much of the cum as he got could but his tongue was also picking up on the sweat and grime that set itself deep into the other rat’s pelt, getting all the flavors that mixed together so well, keeping him hooked and wanting more of it all. The more of the cum he lapped up, the stronger the new kind of high was. His whole body was feeling warm on top of it, his loins throbbing and stirring so much. He felt the throbbing of Slip’s cock against his snout getting all the stronger, which caught Gnash’s attention, getting him to lap at and all over the tip, sliding his tongue all over, replacing the stickiness of the remaining cum with his saliva. But even then Gnash was of course wanting more of it straight from the source this time. 

With the stormvermin’s mouth open, Slip took it upon himself to push his tip past the spread lips and against the tongue that was already moving. Gnash felt it, tasted it, and acted accordingly, purposely caressing the entering cock with direct licks to it. He was again surprised by how truly big Slip was between his legs, having a shaft about as big as his own. The stormvermin had never taken someone else’s cock before, let alone one so large so he let out a gag when Slip made the first push into his throat, feeling it stretch against the length and girth. 

Feeling that oral tightness for himself, Slip couldn’t help but thrust his way in. As Gnash was experiencing what it was like on the receiving end, Slip had become very used to being the dominant one. Feeling the hold of the bigger rat’s esophagus, Slip bit his lip and kept pushing in deeper, making the bulge in Gnash’s cock grow all the larger while reaching further. The sensation was making Gnash hum, his whole body quivering, even so when the last inch made its way in, leaving Gnash’s nose pressed into the unwashed crotch that was heavy with warp-musk. Slip shuddered against his muzzle, feeling the squeezes of Gnash swallowing the precum that came leaking out. 

“Good-good, stormvermin…” Slip cooed while grinding his crotch into the bigger skaven’s nose, feeling the strength of Gnash’s inhales. Feeling on top of the world, the horned rat pulled his length back against the suction. Gnash’s lips were wrapped firm, his suckles conveying that he wanted to keep the inches deep inside. Slip at least kept the tip in before thrusting his way forwards again, stuffing his way back into the throat that tightly enveloped his dick like a sleeve. It felt so good that he didn’t want to stop, so he kept his hips moving, stuffing his way in while Gnash was still adjusting to the size in his throat. Even while he was groaning from it, the warrior skaven was so obviously loving it.

“Can’t get enough? Then suck-suck as much you want!” Slip panted and shook from the increased mouthwork that immediately came about, the sucking and licking becoming more intense all at once. All of this stimulation was making Slip pulse harder, his precum getting milked out in strong, hot spurts. 

So quickly it was filling up the stormvermin’s throat and mouth, even leaking out from the sides of his muzzle. Gnash was taking in the majority of it, drinking the thick substance down with strong gulps, feeling the effect of it hitting his belly and getting absorbed into his system. Along with the taste of it there were also the abundant elements of sweat that he could lap up. With Gnash’s throat getting coated in so much precum, Slip was able to thrust in faster with greater ease. It was making the bigger skaven groan even more but he was handling it all with more muffled pleasant sounds. 

The more it was happening, the better Gnash was handling, which further impressed and excited Slip. He was still sucking and licking with more force in tandem with the smaller skaven’s own humps that were increasing in roughness. The bigger rat’s tongue was even going further to lap at Slip’s balls when they were grinding against his chin. 

“Oooh, your throat-flesh is so soft and tight…” Slip panted. “Even better with every gulp-swallow!” 

Slip wanted even more and got it by pushing his way in even further with a stronger surge of his hips, stuffing his cock as far down as it possibly could reach, getting another muffled gag then humming from Gnash. Against the surroundings walls that were so slick with thick, sloppy green colored fluids, Slip was humping as wildly as he could, grunting and muttering to himself while reveling in the mouth that continued to caress him. His voice was rising in pitch from the escalating pleasure, all until he could no longer handle it. Without giving a warning, he slammed his way past the stormvermin’s lips for the final time. With a deep hiss, Slip was cumming hard into the squeezing throat, taking up more space from the swelling of his cock and the hard blasts of his seed that were jetting out with so much power and speed.

What came out was much thicker, hotter and denser than the precum that already had the consistency of cum. For the bigger rat it was like trying to drink down clotty oil but with such an addicting taste and smell. It seared his taste buds and made his nose wrinkle but Gnash was wanting even more upon the first swallow. His pupil’s expanded when he was hit with a strong high that was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was even much different compared to the rush of the higher quality warpstone. This stuff had its own unique, muggy tones that could only come from being roiled and stewed in Slip’s glowing balls. 

There was so much of it blasting out that Gnash was feeling his stomach getting bloated all just from drinking down the smaller skaven’s loads, hearing every one of his climactic gasps and shakes. The power behind each spurt almost entirely negated the need to actually swallow but Gnash was gulping hard still, not wanting to let a drop spill out. With all of the drinking, it was bringing more warmth, weight, and roundness to the stormvermin’s gut while he was riding the unique euphoria that was getting stronger and better with every gulp. Slip let out more desperate, pleasured gasps as he pulled his cock free and gave it rapid strokes, coaxing out the last of his loads all over the panting and snorting stormvermin’s face, watching as he was desperately acting to catch them… 

***

They were still at it even as the next came. More times that either of them could count, they had alternated between Gnash fucking the smaller rat’s ass or sucking so desperately on his musky, potent dick. The supply of warpjuice was kept going simply by the horned skaven stuffing more stones down his dick, bringing the glow and weight of his sack back to full potency. After all of that, Slip knew what he wanted to be with this stormvermin always. 

“I want to make you mine. My big rat fuck-guard. Will treat you real good! Give you all the warpjuice-jizz you want!” Slip proposed while groaning from the latest load that Gnash was drinking down. He was insatiable, taking in so much jizz and the lustful rush that overtook him would be used in fucking the smaller rat. “What do you think-say?” Slip asked when he pulled his way out again. 

“I’ll be yours. Your fuck-guard,” Gnash repeated in an almost dumb tone. 

“Good-good. That means you must submit. Lift that thick-tail high!” Slip ordered triumphantly. Gnash did as he was told, eventually feeling the horned rat climbing up and clinging to him. Gnash gasped when he felt the large meat rubbing in between his big, toned asscheeks, smearing the fluid over his winking hole. The feeling was sending tingles through his large body. As it turned out, this would be Gnash's first time getting penetrated and coincidentally, it was also the first time Slip would be penetrating someone in the ass. Both were taking on new roles for the first time in their lives, feeling their heartbeats racing as Slip lubed the rim up and eased back enough to align the tip and entrance. 

It was like a punch when Slip shoved his way in, spreading the warrior skaven’s back entrance wide around his thickness. Gnash wasn’t just being penetrated but also by a cock nearly as big as his own. Pushing his walls to the side, it was slinking deeper while using all of the fluids to go in further. To Gnash’s own surprise he was moaning aloud, feeling more instant searing pleasure than discomfort thanks to the high that left him stuck in place and shaking, completely at his new master’s mercy. 

And then Slip started to thrust into him, doing so hard enough to actually rock the warrior’s body. The groans that came from Gnash were also muffled by his nose picking up on a puddle of cum just in front of his face. He was stuffing his muzzle into it and lapping fervently while having his ass stretched so much and his depths pummeled by the other skaven that took in an instant liking to the way his clenching ass felt. Slip was grunting through his clenched teeth, humping so firmly that his fat balls were loudly slapping into Gnash. It was all so much sensation for the both of them, their voices and scent reaching beyond the hut, being so much teasing for all of the other skavens huddled around, stroking themselves desperately to it all. 

Leaking out from Gnash’s stretched hole was an increasing amount of precum that was becoming an expanding, musky puddle. Gnash’s own precum was squirting out, adding to the mess and the potency. But the raw stink of them fucking for so long, their sweat-coated bodies grinding against each other, that smell was so thick within the hut, keeping them charged with need as they kept breathing it in. With Gnash’s pants were the wet, heavy slurps of the other skaven’s dick going in and out, being followed by an even louder one from Slip’s next extra strong pump. 

“Could get used to deep-fuck others,” Slip commented aloud. He was really starting to understand why the gnawbeasts went wild when they saw someone mounted onto the mating block. 

Despite his size and how roughly he was going at it, Gnash was keeping himself tight, meeting the slams of the fat and long dick with firm clenches from the strong anal muscles. They milked out so much of Slip’s fluids, even more than the throatfucking did. It was like they were working in tandem with each other, getting more and more precum out, flooding the bigger male’s passage so much, having so much oozing out while Gnash’s stomach was also inflating further; it was already so round and bloated, gurgling from the many loads it had to contain. 

They were still going back and forth as much as they could; the thrusts from Slip were becoming all the stronger. He was forcing his way through the clenches that started to feel like a vice clamping down on his inches. Gnash was moaning out all the louder from his ass getting pounded like this, the pace being so rapid and forceful, mashing his virgin prostate with every press. It was too much for Gnash to handle, leaving him crying out as he came hard onto the floor. Following that was the even stronger clenches of his ass, which gave Slip all he needed to be pushed over the edge as well. 

Keeping his cocktip stuffed deep, his swelled cock was pulsating and unleashing streams of pure warmstone cum into Gnash’s guts in a different manner, pouring it all into the other skaven’s guts. From this Gnash’s stomach was swelling out even further and just as rapidly as the loads came out, bringing about even more of the weight, heat, and gurgling. Gnash was trembling from the sensation, feeling more of the high coming over him, the juice’s effect being directly absorbed by his ass, making him completely dazed while his tongue was lolling from his open muzzle. When Slip was done he finally collapsed, his body falling down and his cock slipping from Gnash’s ass, leading to his own cum spilling out onto his fur before Gnash’s heavy body came down on top of his, not that he minded it… 



In such a short amount of time, Slip had really moved up in the world, his reputation as the Warpjuice-Giver being solidified. He was a unique horned skaven with a huge attendant that he stole from the original. Of course Gnash’s owner eventually came back to try and claim his stormvermin but he and Slip worked things out; Gnash’s contract being handed over in exchange for a mouthful or warpjuice and an added filled up vial for the road. 

After that, Slip didn’t make an attempt to hide himself. He could have easily left the town behind and started to move towards the upper levels but Slip decided to stay for a while, having a soft spot for the place he had always lived despite the treatment he used to receive. Of course more than a few became curious about how Slip had gotten like this. Gaining horns, a large and glowing set of loins with a lot more status as well. 

Slip continued to offer those the opportunity to worship his cock in exchange for more warpstone. And when Slip’s supply was getting low he would replenish his reply by stuffing more of the mineral down his cock. Of course word of that got out and other skavens tried to do the same. But the results didn’t come out the same at all. Every skaven that was overwhelmed completely, left a completely mindbroken mess, left shaking and foaming a glowing green from the mouth with a blank expression on their faces. The only thing they were good for was being tied to the mounts, being used by the gnawbeasts until their bodies finally gave out. 

Being the only one that could handle warpstone in this way, that made Slip all the more special and respected. The horned rat had his way entirely, still having the hut as his headquarters. Getting worshiped by so many but they could only suck him off. The only one he would fuck in the ass was Gnash, who he treated not like the elites. Gnash wasn’t some disposable muscle to Slip. He didn’t know nor care the way that stormvermin ought to be treated. So Gnash was given a lot more permissions and rights than others. He was free to roam about, even allowed to do some fighting in the makeshift areas. 

Coming back victorious, his body marked with blood, Slip would always reward him with plenty of juice and humping. Everything would have been perfect if there wasn’t just one element missing. It kept coming to him in dreams, teasing him until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He went out with Gnash to where the gnawbeasts were kept. He asked to see the ones that were available, hoping that he wasn’t too late. But to his relief and joy he was able to immediately pick out the beast that had fucked him last. 
“That one!” Slip directed. He was going to outright buy the beast with the huge amount of warpstone he had available now. 

“Should have guessed-known,” one of the handlers said. It was the same 3 that had always mocked and tormented Slip when he used to be assigned to appeasing the ferals. 

“May have horns but still gnaw-toy,” the second one sneered. “Smells of stormvermin too.”

“Gonna take-buy beast to have so much fun-fuck with. Likes being humped by nasty-smelly beast,” the third added. Clearly they were unimpressed by Slip’s newly gained status, still seeing him as that same lowly slut. 

Gnash growled and stepped in but Slip made a motion for the stormvermin to ease off. For now at least. He proceeded with the purchase of the gnawbeast, making it his. The creature recognized him, perking up and even nuzzling itself against Slip, giving it licks with his thick tongue, ruffling the fur with its sticky spit. “Good beast-y, Moldly,” Slip cooed, giving the feral a new permanent name. He was going to pamper the beast, keeping him happy and satisfied. 

Once that was taken care off he finally put his focus on the 3 handlers that were all snickering to each other. Slip thought for a moment but got a new idea. The trio weren’t amused anymore when Slip decided to outright buy the three of them as well… 

***

It had been weeks and they still weren’t used to it. 

One of the handlers was tied underneath Moldly in a fuck harness, strapped to the feral’s belly while he was humping away. 

“That’s it,” Slip encouraged. “Use your fuck-pet as much as you want, Moldy.” 

The former handler now turned permanent fuck-toy could only whine into the fur grinding against his muzzle. The humps were so rough and his stomach so stretched around the pummeling cocktip. It had been so many rounds so far. The gnawbeast was so insatiable, still rutting into the skaven hard and with even more force as the time continued to pass. 

This was Slip’s true revenge on those that had mocked him so much. He made them living toys for Moldy mostly as the feral was still young and full of energy, especially after getting his intake of warpjuice after milking it from his new owner. Fueled by it, Moldy was savagely pumping into the rat tied to him, producing deep squelches from slamming into the cum-soaked hole, repeatedly smacking his crotch into the receiving ass. It was made even worse for the stuck skaven when he was forced into cumming against the feral’s belly. 

All three of the handlers were like this. For the rest of their days they were just means of pleasure; permanently blindfolded and even missing their limbs, just being a body, mouth, ass, and tail that were all helpless to the pleasure that was forced upon them. Having power like this and exercising it felt good to Slip and he thought that he could really get used to this kind of lifestyle. 

It wasn’t just Moldly. Close by within the hut, Slip and Gnash were also grunting and growling in time with their own thrusts, having the other two of the handlers side by side, being used as well by the horned skaven and stormvermin alike. Slip got more used to penetrating other’s asses and was slamming his way in, grinning from the mix of moans and whines that he was forcing out. He made sure to push in deep, forcing the limbless skaven to acknowledge his position. 

Next to him Gnash was putting more weight down and picking up the pace, getting close to yet another climax. Slip was watching the whole thing, having his hole to fuck but he was mostly focused on his bodyguard and partner, still picking up visual tips from how Gnash was going about it, using his muscles to ram his way in, making the handler’s stomach bulge so much, milking pitiful yells from him. Just watching that was so arousing for him. 

Together the pair were rutting the other two that had also been stripped of their limbs, belonging to Slip and could be used in any way the horned rat saw fit. They kept plunging their cocks into the sucking holes until they reached their peaks. One after the other, Slip and Gnash were releasing their potent fluids into the one they were fucking. 

Round after round they continued to subject them to more rutting and fillings. The idea of this came from both Slip and Gnash. Slip came up with the idea of having the three permanently tied down to be toys, made into the new lowly sluts. Gnash wanted to really punish those who insulted his master and mate so he proposed the loss of their limbs. Slip was still admiring the way the stormvermin was going about it: having his thick and heavy arms flexing from the strong grip he had on the skaven, his body surging with strength to make every thrust as hard as it could be. 

It was all so thrilling for him and it fueled him into going round after round next to the bigger rat. He made his own more aggressive sounding growls, calling the limbless rodents all kinds of demeaning things like he used to be, baring his fangs as he came yet again into the overly-seeded and dripping hole that was still so tight around him…


“Oh...both are so good-good…” Slip was panting, watching Gnash and Moldy both go to work on his loins at the same time. They had spent the day having their fun and while laying in a puddle of seed, the horned rat’s two partners were almost fighting over his long and thick uncut erection, their eyes gleaming from its green glow. 

On their own they found a compromise; Gnash had won the tongue fight and Moldy settled for lapping all over his master’s balls, huffing deeply from them before opening his mouth to nurse on them. Sucking the finely aged flavor from the muggy, unwashed fur. The pleasure was making them churn firmly against his oral touch and nuzzling, the feral’s muzzle getting smeared in the mix of sweat and his own spit. 

Slip watched and basked in the dual pleasure and attention, seeing Moldy making his way back up. Gnash allowed it and together they were grinding and twirling their tongues all over, collecting every bit of precum that was already cascading out so thickly, feeling the pulsing getting all the stronger and Slip’s gasps gaining a sharper pitch. 

Getting pushed to that point, Sip was releasing his cum, unleashing heavy loads that were raining down onto the stormvermin and feral rat’s faces. They were basking in the weight and heat that sunk into their fur along with the intense musky scent that was filling their noses. From those fat drawn up balls, his pure, steaming warpjuice was geysering out and splattering onto all of them. Gnash and Moldy were making sure to get as much of it as they could while having their mouths open and their nostrils flaring, taking in the whole of the unique load’s potency. Another grunt came from Slip as he let the last of it out, leaving him sighing deeply while Gnash and Moldy took it upon themselves to clean up the mess…