Sewer Anon and the Skaven Horde greentext

>Be working in the Imperial sewers, knee deep in shit and grime and god knows what else
>You hate the job, but figure somebody's got to do it, and Nelson has a nice pint waiting for you topside when your shift is over
>A lot of the others have stopped working entirely or come down armed these days, rumors of a new breed of Mamano having started up since the plague began to ravage the city
>Thankfully nobody you know has come down with the horrible malaise, yourself included
>Grunt as you finish tightening the last screw on the pipe, the rushing water roaring through the new indoor plumbing
>As you grin at the idea of some 'fair lady' with a toilet stamped with a rose marveling at the wonders of indoor plumbing, you can hear a skittering noise with squeaks, and it's getting louder
>Bricks and dirt break away as the first attackers appear, mange-ridden rodent girls pouring out like a verminous river
>The first spots you, locking beady red eyes onto yours as you grip the large monkey wrench tighter. It was at least 2' long and weighed a good ten pounds, it could do some damage
>"Man-thing in-in the warren! Attack!" She yells as they begin to surge at you
>Swing and swing and swing, your bludgeon connecting with combatants and sending them kareening with bruised heads and terrified shrieks
>You can hear them comparing you to an Ogre and the sewers are beginning to smell acrid with fear musk
>Just as you're about to lift the wrench up, jade lightning crackles and shocks you, seding fireworks of agony up your entire body as you scream
>An older rodent girl is hobbling into view now, her grey fur differentiating her from the rest, muddy white robes hiding most of her body
>She has the horns of a ram as she glowers at you and gives a dismissive wave of her hand
>Through a lucid fever dream you can hear the skittering horde carrying you along their tunnels and into the 'Seer's' workshop
>You silently pray for your Mother as the band of rat girls throws you into a cage

>Wake up some time later to the Seer rat staring at you, lazily munching on what looks like a mottled black and green chunk of charcoal
>Her eyes light up with a green tinge as she shocks you with green lightning from her finger tips
>Yell at her about what the fuck she's doing, she just grins
"Experimenting"
"The man-thing does feel-feel pain."
>Tell her you have a name, not "man-thing", and that it's Robert C. Fletcher
"The man-thing's name is of no import to Snitchraff the All-Powerful"
>She glares at you when you snigger at her ridiculous name, shocking you again
>Lunge at her, your arms going through the bars trying to grab her handle bar horns and bash her against the metal rods
>She jumps back a little too soon and whips her scaled tail around, slapping you painfully
"Man-thing is too angry."
"But will feel good soon-soon."
>Tell her to piss off back to where ever she's from, much to her amusement. She has a pair of black furred rat girls take your clothes and tells you to sleep for the upcoming festivities
>Sleep doesn't come easily, the coarse hay making for a shitty bed

>There's a presence beside you, your eyes fluttering open
>The Seer brought an entire horde of her ilk with her this time, the rat girls all panting and red in the face, their tails swishing agitated as their leader gives you a look of pure filth
"Bind-bind the man-thing."
>Claw-like hands grasp at your arms and legs as she holds up a chunk of the green and black stone, dropping it into your mouth and stimulating your Adam's apple to force you to swallow
>It scorches you like fire, your stomach knotting as if it threatened to burn a hole in your mid-section
>The various rat-girls are laughing sheepishly as you thrash with increasing strength, green tinged veins pulsing as more of the irradiated stone rushes through your bloodstream
>Most noticeable is the fact that your member is standing at full mast and growing in size and width
>You were already well endowed at a full 9" aroused, but your cock reminds you of something you'd see a horse to have, the Seer clapping to silence her minions
"Only temporary, the man-thing must be ready-ready for the first event. Call in... The Ogre."
>There's a stomping noise now, heavy footsteps as the aforementioned Ogre stomps into view
>She's a massive rat-girl, standing easily above you at 10', her heavily muscled body making you think more of the Ettins of old than a rodent mamano
>Her face is just as flushed as the rest as she grasps your engorged, throbbing weapon in one clawed hand and positions you towards her folds
>The heat coming off of her grasping sheath is immense as the Ogre lets out a guttural moan, descending on you, putting her weight on your hips
>It couldn't have been a comfortable fit for her, the walls of her insides grasping you like a glove
>Slowly, she begins to move, bouncing up and down on your pelvis and making it ache with her massive weight. You erupt soon after, splattering out a massive river of muddy white fluid out of her gouged out pussy
>The Seer smiles

>She takes a thick dollop of the stuff and flexes her dainty claws, lapping at it greedily and giving a delighted shiver as arcane energy flows into her
>Your cock begins to shrink to its normal size, but shows no inclination of going down, still pulsing with glowing green veins
"With this seed we will build-build our new Empire! We will carve the Horned One's glory into the Underdark of this pathetic man-thing's overworld!"
>She leans in whispering in your ear as a fever pitch torrent of squeaks erupts into the crowd, audible only to you
"We will milk-milk you man-thing until we all have children. You will-will lay the foundation for a new age."
"Be thankful the Horned One approves."
>Your chest is heaving as the first rat-girl after the Ogre mounts you, bucking her hips like a bronco until you've filled her with your seed, pressing her hips down onto yours and shivering
>Over time, you're being wrung out by the skittering horde as each and every member of the vicious rat-girls has a round of sex with you
>Those who are in queue press their warm sexes into your face, or use your arms and lower legs as a means to masturbate
>The smell of sex and pleasure is overwhelming, the stone digesting in your stomach ensuring you never go flaccid or run out of juice
>You can't even tell how much time has passed until the last rat-girl's body is quivering on top of your exhausted and bruised hips, giving a contented squeak as she joins the rest in the giant cuddle pile around you
>But she's not the last, there's still one more, and you can see her dripping wet folds lowering themselves to your glistening red mushroom head

>The Seer gives you a soft sigh as she sinks down onto you, daintily, as if she doesn't actually want to hurt you
>You grunt reflexively, feeling the urge to come inside already, but the flow of semen is cut off when her scaled tail wraps around your cock in a constrictor binding
"Not yet-yet, man-thing."
>She folds herself on top of your body and begins to jack herself backwards laterally on top of you, caressing your chest with her hands and whimpering softly as your enhanced cock surges in and out of her depths
>Ask her why she's being so gentle all of a sudden, when earlier she was a complete cunt to you
>She gives you a small smile and laps gently at your cock, laugh-squeaking when your eyelids flutter from the sudden stimulation
"The Horned One demands you be given a pleasurable release, husband man-thing."
>Brings herself up, grabbing at her petite breasts, she's not quite riding you cowgirl yet, grinding her hips into yours and sucking at your cock's head with her vaginal muscles
"I am to be-be the mother of the Horned Seers. You will become Legend, even among men. We will conquer much-much in your name, and the Horned One's. In time-time, Men will forget you."
>She speeds up, lightly slapping her hips up and down, her breathing speeding up until she finally climaxes, pushing your cock's head as deep as it will go near her cervix, not letting a single drop escape as you release a final load into her
>Weeks later, you're tied to a make-shift throne of wood and leather, the Seer bouncing on your cock
>Her gravid stomach is swelling with your young, as are those of the skittering horde of rat-girls
>They've begun to treat you with a sort of religious reverence, and you don't go unfed or without drink
>It's all laced with the corrupted stone, and you can feel your body slowly changing, becoming an Incubus
>Each of them has your hands stroke their stomachs for a blessing from the Horned One
>But you've stopped thinking long ago