Warhammer: Skaven transformation ideas

A band of human soldiers are confronted by a skaven raiding party.  The humans outnumber them and quickly gain the upper hand.  The skaven warlock tries to quickly cast a spell (the dreaded thirteenth, or some variation of it) onto the humans, but he's killed before he can finish it.

The humans capture one or two skaven to be brought back to the city so that they can be tortured for information, or experimented upon by the wizard order.  Dejected, the rat-folk let themselves be shackled and caged.

It isn't until the band reaches a small town to stay for the night, and the full moon comes out, that they start to notice things are amiss.  Their nails are darker, their hair feels thicker, bright lights harm their eyes and they prefer the keep to the shadows.  What they don't yet realize is that the warlock was able to start the spell and imbue all of their souls with a trace of skaven essence, but it wasn't able to fully take hold.  This probably saved them, because the rapid transformation is what usually kills the subjects. By drawing out the transformation over several days, the shock is less and they are able to become true skavens.

One of the soldiers coerces a tavern girl to show him a good time out back for a few pieces of silver.  She smiles at him and leads him to a private room.  Things start out in the usual way, but she's surprised by the soldier's ravenous hunger.  He actually bites her a few time on the neck, hard enough to make her jump.  She wants to get it over with and quickly undoes his pants, but pauses when she catches sight of his shaft.  It's hard to tell in the low light, but it doesn't look normal.  It's too long and narrow.  And as she grips it into her hands, she can feel the strange length is emerging from a furred sheath.

It takes her a while to realize the soldier is chaos-touched, but by then it's too late.  He throws her against the wall and grips her mouth shut with his clawed hand, preventing her from crying out.  He forces himself deep into her for so long she passes out.  She has strange dreams of running through forests and deep caverns, of lying comfortably against the furred warmth of her clanmates.  Of feeling her many mates fill her with many rats.

She blushes, slowly waking up from the strange, embarrassing dream.  Why would she dream of being with rat folk.  She pushes the thought aside as she realizes she has something absolutely delicious on her tongue.  Still wrapped in the haze of sleep, she suckles and slurps at the slippery thing in her mouth.  Her actions reward her with a fresh squirt of musky fluid splashing the back of her throat.

She finally opens her eyes to see her soldier friend.  Why had she been so upset that he had chosen her again?  Something about his transformed body.  She looked down, and saw that the fur had spread, and he even had a tail thumping against the floor now.  His torso and his face were still human, but soon he wouldn't be able to hide his changes.  She didn't care though.  She loves his taste and his attention too much for it to be of any real concern.





Other similar events happen with the soldiers.  One of them finds his changed shaft and jacks off with it, cumming into the bar's keg of ale.  Two soldiers who start off arm wrestling notice each-other's animalistic changes and end up jacking each other off under the table.

And a nurse who had traveled with the band and who had been there for the battle (and thus who was also cursed) wakes up with a throbbing rodent erection sitting between her otherwise womanly, human thighs.  She's disgusted and grabs the thing to try and pull it off or somehow get rid of it, but her touch is enough to set her off and soon she's thrusting her hips, sliding that wonderful slick shaft into her hands.  She comes with such force that her thick yellowish seed hits her on the chin and coats her pert breasts.

She smears the seed in between them, loving the feel, and licks her hands clean afterwards.  Only coming out of her daze and realizing with horror what she's done after she's finished licking up all of the seed.





One of the humans, guarding the caged skaven is taunting it and trying to scare it.  The skaven can smell the human's scent changing, realizing that it's being transformed.  It plays along, pretending to be scared and intimidated by the taunts, then suddenly says "Such a mean human, wouldn't force himself on my and rut me, would it?"

The guard, caught unawares by the strange notion, can't seem to get the idea of out his head.  "That's right, you furry little freak.  Keep up your whining, and I'm gonna... I'm gonna fuck you like the bitch you are."

The skaven throws back it's head in pretend terror, "Oh but it would be so much more embarrassing for me to be the one on top, and you be the bitch."

"It would be?" the humans asks, confused.

"Oh yes, in skaven cultures, the ones on the bottom are considered the dominant ones." the skaven says, the obvious lie sliding into the confused soldier's mind.  The transformed humans would all join the clan as lowest ranking rats, even this simple infantry skaven will be seen as a leader to them.  Anything he says, they have to obey.

The skaven plays with the solder like this for a while, making him think that the following course of actions are his idea.  But all they are are a series of events that lead to the skaven being released and mounting the poor soldier.  The guard seems to snap out of it right before the skaven plants his clawed hands on his hips, holding him down fiercely.

It reaches down to it's own sheath and slides a clawed finger in to collect a good glob of dick slime.  All of this playing around had gotten it fiercely horny and it wanted the guard's transformation to come along.  "Open wide princess, time for your medicine." It says before shoving the concentrated musk into the changing humans mouth.  The guard wants to gag and spit it out, but to his horror he find himself eagerly slurping and gobbling up the rat fingers.