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(Midnight Day 333)

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I waited in the kitchen roasting a human scout(they'd never find out... yum) stuffed with wild garlic and onions. The hunters were far better at collecting wild herbs and vegatation for the rabbits than they ever were at hunting. Perhaps it was the fact that the land was so fertile that we had no problems feeding thousands of rabbits.

I could hear the cantering of hooves on grass. The clinking of armor. Hushed human voices. I'm sure they could smell the delicious scents coming the now old kitchen.

New ovens were being built in the river-cave. It was easier to cook when the meat was close. The secondary base was bringing in more rabbit food than we could dig room for most days.

But not today.

Everyone was waiting in their nesting areas, feeding their young after a long day of digging. No hunters were out on the prowl for orcs or goblins.

I deemed the orc ready.

After opening the clay oven door I peered in at the pork-like being. It's brown crispy skin sizzled and popped. Fat and juices dripped into the coals below it and smoked it in it's own fat. I could hear the onions and garlic boiling away inside the half emptied body cavity.

“You The human leader's?” I called into the oven.

I clicked my teeth a few times into the hallway at my bodyguard sons and gestured at dinner. “We are master dwarf. I am Duke Henry Mortimer of...” I tuned out his blathering of titles and nonsense and pulled a hand off dinner. My sons drug it on a long wooden plank out of the room

“I'm glad you came. Duke Henry, we could use you help against the bullywugs as much as you could use ours.” I spat out a finger-bone. “I can spare 200 fighters to aid you on your siege of the bullywugs fort.”

I heard laughter echo down the tube.

“Master Dwarf, I...” I cut him off.

“I'm Coming up so that we may meet in person. Wait one moment. I called into the oven. I rolled the barrel of green dust onto the coals and made my way out of the chamber quickly, following the trail of dinner.

As the I ducked into the eating hall where my skaven children and wife, my beastman wife, and, I began to feast.

After a muffled 'whump' shook the entire burrow, I heard the dirt caving in in the far off chamber. Stoatling had been working around the clock to close off tunnels leading to the area.

Bluescreen made a brief appearance.

I tasted dirty stone floor before passing out.

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Day 335

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I woke in my nest to a floating box.

Race: Progenitor-Father of Beasts

T 5- LVL 1

+Racial Skill: You may breed and father young with all beasts.

+Racial Skill: All your offspring will obey your orders as their patriarch. They naturally see you as their boss

You are the Father of your race. You appear as a man, but you are not one. You are the first of your specie. Discover your traits yourself.

So that was... Disappointing. I was expecting something cool. Like a troll. Or a mage of some kind. Not some stupid dad power. “What the fuck!” I yelled as I noticed the tattoos I was covered in. Flowers, trees and plants in bright and vibrant colors. The vibrant greenery swayed on my skin as if blown by a gentle invisible breeze.

Seriously...

I was a flower daddy?

Such a fucked up evolution.

Then I had an idea...

I had an awful, mean, and cruel idea.

I had the perfect resource.

I had the perfect power.

It felt pretty good to bounce the rabbit up and down on my lap. She squealed like a dying pig as I fucked her stretched little hole. It must have been some kind of magic to let the fluffy little horned rabbit take a human sized dick.

But it felt pretty good.

I continued to fuck thousands of bunnies for the next week while my skaven children led the stoatlings in digging. We had at least three months of rabbit food stored in many cavernous chambers. I wanted a literal underground fortress. I had the rabbits moved around into various new chambers.

In the giant river cavern, I had the stoatlings begin to plant sweet potato tubers. They could grow with only water. We had already begun growing mushrooms, but we did that in our own nests. The feces we lived in made very delicious mushrooms.

It never gets tiring to hear the rabbits squeal as a human dick enters them for the first time.