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Day 399

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I sat in my personal nesting chamber brooding. By brooding, I mean breeding while thinking deeply. I don't sit around and brood like human teenagers. I had two little bone cages of rats. One cage had screeching rats whom had blood and white stuff dripping from their newly widened rears. The other cage held quiet rats, huddled together far away from me.

I jerked my newest wife up and down over my lap as I sat and thought.

It was time to get serious about training my army to take on the humans and bullywugs. I might have another year until the bullywug vs human war starts to rear it's head again near me, or it might be just another week. Either way, I had to do more that wallow in fresh meat and virgin pussy all day.

First, I checked on my numbers. The 19 survivors of my original stoat pack had multiplied. With a litter birthed to every stoat and stoatling every few weeks, we had birthed around 6000 stoat warriors in the last year or so. Of those, roughly half were male, and promptly eaten.

I had sent many of the Adult warriors into the forest and grassland burrows to be under the command of my sons, Zeus(son #1 in control of Forest burrow) or Hades(Son #2 in control of Grassland burrow).

That knocked me down to about 1200 Skaven who had reached adulthood in my own burrow. My sons should be pushing 1000 soon as well. Most of them were diggers/warriors. All of them were trained in the little bone blowgun, and armed with bone tipped atlatl spears, and sometimes, bone knives. They were primitive stone-age weapons, but, they worked.

I had 7 Skaven Brood-Mothers, currently, who produced 25-30 stoat-kin a week, alone. I had 300 females binge eating to fatten up and laying around nursing the young kits in various stages of development.

The stoatlings matured in about 2 months. They spent their days of youth digging in the forest for rabbit food, or digging in the cave for space. I had evolved most of the stoatlings into Skaven or beastmen at this point,

Speaking of beastmen, I had yet to see a beastman birth yet. They apparently had a very long gestation period. I fucked Day all the time, yet her belly was just now beginning to show signs of pregnancy. She only had the tiniest sign of a bump on her otherwise heavily muscled stomach.

Morticia interrupted my brooding. “Father, I believe the first of the rats is soon to give birth.” She held out her cupped paws.

A swollen rat lay in her clawed paws, squealing it's little lungs out as it's belly gave occasional twitches.

“How can you tell?” I couldn't help but wonder. They were always screeching, ever since I fucked them all over the past week.

“This one is having stomach contractions.” Morticia pointed at her twitching belly.

I nodded. “An astute observation.” I noted.

I rubbed a few of Morticia's swollen nipples in thanks before she left. “Bring me some of the smoked tadpole too, would you?” I called after her down the burrow's long tunnel.

I paused my love-making with the rats to lay out a little nest of rabbit fur for the soon to be mother rat to give birth on. She curled up on the soft rabbit fur and wailed out her agony.

After making sure the sow-rat would stay, I went back to making the rest of her species feel her pain.

I lost myself to the warm pussy for a few hours before the rat began to give birth. The young were minuscule little pink fetus looking things that quickly began to nurse from their mother. There were 10 of them. They looked the same as rat young to my untrained eyes. They were too small to determine sex.

Bluescreen provided.

At least they aren't just rats. As T3 monsters, I should be able to evolve them into the more intelligent Skaven soon enough. I just needed more T4 meat.

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Day 406

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I left the Burrow with an army of 100 Skaven. They were all almost a year old and were considered old compared to the rest of my tribe. They were all armed with knifes, Atlatls and blowguns. Their darts were poisoned with the skins of the little frogs the bullywugs used to guard their eggs.

We went deep into the forest searching for game.

We found a cave with three bears on the first day. They were fattening up for the coming winter and were nice and plump, and slow. None of us died to bring them all down.

They were peppered with atl spears before they knew what hit them. They were all T4 monsters and tasted delicious. I had 10 Skaven break off and take the meat back to the burrow.

On the second day out, we discovered a little village of 15 orcs. The orcs looked like short and fat humans with pig shaped heads. They were T4 monsters and tasted just like pork. Another 10 Skaven were sent back to the Burrow, laden with sweet, sweet meat.

Again, our overwhelming numbers brought us through.

On the third day, we found my intended targets.

Goblins.

Dozens of them rested around a cave in the middle of the forest. I backed off from attacking their almost equal numbers with my T4 troops. I would lose my own warriors unnecessarily. I wouldn't care if they died, I just would have to wait a few days to replace their numbers.

I retreated back to the Burrow.

I had the target's location now.

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Day 413

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The Ratlings grew much quicker than the Stoatlings ever did. In two weeks time, they were almost full size. I moved them onto a diet of horned rabbit, leftover mother rats, and their male siblings.

I told the males to not fight back and not to run.

It was nice to be obeyed by my children. I bet any parent in my past life would have paid their weight in silver for such a power. It was the true strength of my power.

It took three weeks to breed four thousand Ratling children. This was the power of the rats. This was why they could overrun entire kingdoms in the Warhammer universe.

I led the half grown ratlings out of the Burrow and into the woods. They were still only half grown, but they could use their little bone knifes to stab at things. Thats all I needed them to do.

We traveled for three days.

Upon arriving at the cave of goblins, I sent them into the cave in one giant wave. The sqeaking and chittering mass of flesh overcame the lazy goblins in moments. Stabbing and slashing blindly, they made the goblins into little pincushions.

“Feast, my daughters.” I gestured at the cave. “Feast and evolve.”

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