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Day 378

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Six more sets of four dwarves were born out of nearly one thousand rabbits I fucked. I did not eat any of the baby dwarfs, though I strongly considered it. They smelled so deliciously human. Human was My clan's favorite food.

I started leaving the females of the rabbit Beast-kin alive. I had yet to decide if I wanted to use them for food or for labor. We needed all the diggers we could get, with how fast our numbers were exploding.

I had three Skaven sons fucking the Skaven warriors around the clock. I personally fucked the young Skaven-stoat variant kits. I also kept all the beast-women to myself.

“Father! Father!” A scout came running up to me, through the burrow's tunnels.

“What is it?” I grunted as I spilled my seed in a squealing hairless Beast-women kit.

“Humans!” My scout daughter chittered, with clicks of her teeth and hisses.

I perked up a bit.

Yummy humans.

“Where?” I asked as I dropped the kit to the breeding chamber's floor and lifted another out of the litter.

I held the sleeping kit around the torso with one hand and put my dick at her little entrance with the other. I shoved it in and enjoyed the wide eyed shock in the little kit's eyes as I filled her squealing little body for the first time.

“There has been a scout from the grasslands burrow that claims that there are hundreds of humans living in the lands to the south.”

Knowing how hard it is for the Skaven to count, I strongly doubted the report's accuracy. It would be stupid of me to ignore it completely, however.

“I'll check it out.” I assured the scout. “Tell the others to avoid the area until I get a good look at it.”

I moved my hand in a motion similar to jerking off. The Skaven infant squealed loudly in joy as she moved up and down my veiny flesh.

I loved this new life sometimes.

Delicious food.

Plenty of good fights.

An abundance of vagina.

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Day 385

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“So... Maybe the scout counted wrong.” I whispered as I crawled through the high grass with Morticia.

“Hundreds is an accurate estimate, I believe.” Morticia disagreed.

We crested a tall hill that overlooked a human village. I could see hills that stretched as far as the eye could see. In the valley in between the hills in-front of us lay a massive wooden gate. The gate was attached to a small stretch of high stone wall. The wall was nestled in the valley between two hills that could be better described as mountains.

People made their way in and out of the gates as I watched until the sun set. A few herds of sheep were herded into the gate before sundown. They must have a large enough area for animals inside the valley. I could only guess at how much land was defended by a single gate.

I wanted this fortress for myself.

“No. Hundreds would be needed to man that wall in defense.” I gestured to the large gate. “That there is a town of thousands.” I disagreed.

Great.

God knows how many Bullywugs living in the north, with a well defended human city in the south. I was stuck in the middle with thousands of hungry mouths to feed. I intended to keep expanding and to do so, the humans and bullywugs had to go.

I'd destroyed an army of humans and another army of bullywugs...

but...

Those were probably just skirmish parties if the numbers of bullywugs and humans was as high as I thought they may be. I could end up kicking over the proverbial bee-hive.

I needed to train more warriors. I didn't have enough to fight a war against such massive numbers. Much less if I was to fight the humans and the bullywugs both.

The dwarves may help a lot in regards to the humans.

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Day 392

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“Aww” I looked over my present. “You shouldn't have.”

Morticia knew just what I liked. A garlic stuffed baby human boiled with wild onions and herbs. I ripped off a juicy leg and began to feast.

“I had it stolen fresh from the human city last night just for you.” Morticia chittered as I chewed. “I knew you aren't going to like today's task and wanted you to know that we all appreciate what you do for us.” She added.

“Thank you” I swallowed. “It's the little things that show you care.” I was a little misty eyed.

I finished my meal with gusto. After eating, I shuffled my feet and dragged myself away from my personal chambers as Morticia's spawn jumped on the leftovers like a bunch of starving carnivores.

I dreaded where I was going. I was heading to a newly dug chamber along the underground river. Skaven young have been having a hell of a time searching the grasslands and forest for the creatures to fill it with.

As I entered the chamber, the creatures scurried away. I wanted to hold my nose at the stink of them. They were small and ugly. Smaller even than the stoatling kits I used to fuck before they evolved into Skaven.

One of the little creatures stood up to face me. All of the others ran away. It alone stood and puffed up it fur and bared it's little fangs. I chuckled at the little thing's bravery.

“Bravado won't save you from me.” I called down and snatched the rat off the floor.

I held her up by her oily little tail and tried to imagine a plump little skaven kit. I soon worked myself to hardness at the thought of such sweet tender insides the skaven kits.

I brought the screeching and stinking female rat down to my groin and shoved in in a single stroke. I felt the Rat's body bulge as the screeching raised in volume.

All of a sudden I grinned.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

Rats were tighter than stoats.