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The bullywigs must be far more numerous and advanced than I'd given them credit for. I had seen them in battle now. Human knights on horses were riding at the bullywugs near the river. The palisade did not have a gate, merely a narrow opening for a few guards to keep watch on at night.

I was spying on them in hopes of learning how they used their nets for fishing in the river. 20 knights in full armor rode at the little flooded village at full gallop. Around the same number of bullywugs lay slaughtered near the riverbank.

A great deal of croaking was going on in the village before the knights began to ride in, with swords drawn. The knights waved a red flag and shouted a great deal before charging in, singe file. A cacophony of bangs and shouts were heard. Soon a steam of bullywugs were at the river croaking lamentations over their dead.

The fate of the humans puzzled me at first.

Then a scent wafted to me, upwind from the village. Sulfur. The acrid stink of gunpowder. I would have to change my plans of overrunning the bullywugs.

The bullywugs threw the dead knights into the river, sans their armor. Our cave was downriver from the bullywug village. I hurried back to the cave to fish out the fresh meat out of the river. We feasted well that night.

I found little copper bullets inside the human bodies. The oven was becoming cracked from so much use. I had to build two more.

My new Skaven mind make plans, plots, and ideas flow easier in my head. My mind was much closer to a humans in reasoning now. My morals and instincts remained firmly stoat however.

My stoatling and skaven young matured much faster than than the original specie of stoat they had been. Stoatlng became able to hunt in two months. Stoat took almost three. Stoats were breeding at five weeks.

Stoatlings started stinking of heat at three weeks.

My new skaven daughters were like little mice in size compared to a human as I jabbed my cock into them. Thry squealed in pain and fear as they were bred for the first time. Their little pussies pulsed with heat and suck me in like they suckled milk with their mouths.

I held them in one hand and jerked their little bodies to and fro, in front of my groin, for the friction needed to fill them with spunk.

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Day 284

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Names are a sacred thing to my clan. You have to distinguish yourself from the others of your kind to be worthy of a name. So far, only three of my daughters had names. The hunt leaders, Day and Night, and also my favorite, Morticia.

Today, another of my stoatling daughters earned a name. Anette. She had woven the first net by any stoat. She was smart. And young. I mused that I should probably try to have more breeders if I was going to ever face the bullywugs.

It would be better if my future daughters were of the smarter stock instead of the dumb. I asked if she would like to lay around and nurse young all day instead of work or hunt.

She fucked extra hard for the opportunity.

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Day 291

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The rabbit were multiplying quicker than the stoatlings. Which was impressive, considering that we had just started breeding them. I ate nearly half my young however. It really cut into my numbers. Stoatling males were just too aggressive however.

My hunters numbered 100 already. Feeding them was simple. Fish and frogs. Mice and voles. Orc and goblin. Rabbit was off the menu for the time being. I had enough trouble feeding the rabbits, much less keeping them watered. I needed every rabbit we could catch.

Where the rabbits spent a great deal of time digging up tubers and hiding from predators, stoats had hands. We could pull tubers out of the ground, and use arms to carry dozens of vegetables. Picking rabbit food was far easier than hunting and ranching rabbits. The rabbits would soon become our main source of food in mere weeks.

I found it humorous to domesticate two species at once. Stats and horned rabbits. I wondered if I could make a horned rabbit evolve into a breeder like I had the stoat mothers. It was worth a try.

I moved a few of the bigger sized female horned rabbits and a big male into one new rabbit prison camber. I broke the female's back ankles and left them to cry in pain with a giant hoard of rabbit food.

I would need more bullywug eggs to try and evolve the rabbits.

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Day 298

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I had 150 matured daughters. Stoatlings grew quickly. Our burrow was a complex series of maze-like tunnels that could only be navigated by those with very small size. I felt very safe inside the cave-burrow.

The rabbits matured even quicker than the ones from my other world. 200 female rabbits had been caught and brought into the cave's main chamber.

You needed hands to climb to the cave's opening. That kept the rabbits in. The rabbits were producing enough young to feed an army of stoatlings. I had their excess meats dried in the ovens. The night shift of hunters now brought in most of the rabbits food.

Night complained at first, and then tasted the oven cooked rabbit. The food went a long way to civilizing the stoatlings into domesticating the now smaller and weaker horned rabbit. We used their body-parts other than meats for all sorts of things now. Nearly the whole corpse was used.

Especially their horns. They made the best bone knives we could find. Some other bones were splintered into pieces and used for darts, while the hide was used to pad nests.

With 25 daughters coming of age every week, I had a great deal of mouths to feed. Rabbits only went so far at this point, so we began to collect a bounty from the river every night. At least 50 small fish every morning, kept the tribe fed during the day. 10 or so rabbits kept us fed at night, supplemented by various orcs, goblins, boars, and fowl.

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Day 305

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The new-moon gave the dark forest an eerie atmosphere. Of it would have if any of my stoats were smart enough to notice something like a creepy atmosphere(crickets chirping). The bullywugs rested.

The eggs at the river were beginning to twitch. They would soon hatch, spewing thousands of bullywug tadpoles swimming downstream, ready to evolve, and come back as an army. The idea of a bullywug army marching on our burrow really got the stoatling girls riled up.

We were ready to attack.

The only sources of illumination were the torches lighting the palisade entrance and the cooking fires burning away merrily in front of the few tents left in the village of huts. We moved down the riverbank silently. This area was only big enough for one alpha specie and it wasn't the humans.

I waited almost until dawn to signal the attack. 175 stoatlings is a flood. The hum made by their breathes was loud. Their steps were louder. At least a few of the bullywugs were awake and alerting the others.

The stoatlings were charging at the palisade's opening at full sprint. As the first stoatlings crossed the palisades threshold and surged into the village, sharp cracks rang out. Night's little head exploded in a shower of gore.

“Keep going.” My brainwashed fanatics continued to pour into the town as the cracks of guns faded away to the croaking screams bullywugs made as they were stabbed or partially eaten alive.