《Re:Stoat》 Newborn Blues AN/Disclaimer. I own no part of Re:monster. This story is utterly brutal, sick, twisted, and vile. Rape, Murder, Gore, Nature. Elephants rape and murder rhinos... I want to make this story twisted from the start. The world is a viscous and cruel place. My story is going to push limits. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. P.S. I wrote this chapter to a beachboys soundtrack. Re:Nature Part 1 Somewhere in the Texas hill country... Jake was having a good time. On Friday, he had gone to visit a friend who lived in a homeless camp in the woods. Seeing the drugs and party atmosphere of free love with weed and shrooms growing wild, he decided to stay the weekend. After an ounce of ganja, 5 gs of mushrooms, uncountable beers... He decided to take a homeless girl home with him. Drunk as a skunk on a Sunday night, getting a drivers seat blow-job while doing 105 in a 65, Jake died. After a bit of consideration, Krishna decided on an animal that would be a fair reincarnation for the life lived. Jake''s soul was too inebriated to understand. In another world, a world of swords, sorcery and monsters, an animal gave birth. Day One I felt writhing bodies beneath me. The smooth and hairless moving flesh seemed to be my only source of warmth. My eyes wouldn''t open. Blind and with an insane amount of hunger, all I could do is squeal and try to hug close to the heat. An eternity passed as I shivered and cried. I felt so confused. The last thing I remembered was getting head... and crashing. Then some squid armed freak started talking while I stared at in. Then this... Hell. A greater heat drew near. I crawled my way to the heat. An instinct drove me to put something in my mouth and I began to suck. All I could hear were muffled squeaks. Day 5 I continued drinking milk and trying to figure out what was going on around me. It seemed to be a pattern of squealing and drinking. Thinking and sleeping. If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. I could barely move. I was always cold. My surrounding siblings dug little claws into me. I was an animal. A newborn animal. I cried myself to sleep. Like a baby, I could do nothing but wail in in little squeaks, suckle, and sleep. Day 20 I awoke to very loud squeals. I was used to the squeals of my siblings by now, but something was making them squeal loud enough to wake me up. I felt desperate to see what was happening. A strange new scent was in the air, Like my milk-giver but different. I tried to open my eyes, but it hurt too much. I heard one of my siblings begin to shriek in pain. After redoubling my efforts, I managed to open my eyes. I stared, shocked. My... sister was being fucked. A massive stoat stood holding her hairless and pink blind body in it''s massive claws. It''s arm motions had the little pink body of my sister rising and falling on front of the stoat''s crotch over and over. All I could do was stare. It was massive compared to the tiny little newborn it was fucking. Far larger than me. Even if I could do something to stop the massive monster, I wouldn''t have. My sister was an animal condemned to this hell the same as I. For all I know, she is the soul of John Wayne Gacy or Hitler. Another stoat made an appearance through the entrance of our burrow with a snarl. The scent of my milk-giver wafted to me. The giant dropped my sister to the dirt floor and turned to face my mother. Too slow! My mothers teeth dug into the male''s neck before he could react. He started to claw at her face. She rolled in the air by hopping, ripping a gaping hole into the stoats neck. As my mother backed off for another bite, a few short spurts of bleed shot into the air from the males torn artery. She jumped at his throat and rolled again. A torrent of blood coated my face and eyes, burning and stinging. I was temporarily blind again. Day 20 continued. As I squealed at the stinging pain, I could hear the crunch and cracking of bones as the stoat was masticated by my mother. The sounds of crunching bones and the rending of flesh was a sound I was becoming accustom to. As mother came near to suckle my siblings and I, the stench of seed was filling the burrow. I could smell him on all 4 of my sister, while the scent of my brothers was of blood. As I drank, I noticed that only half of the formerly squirming siblings were gone. Only a scent of blood spoke of their existence. I was the only male to survive the invader, and the only stoatling living that was not fucked by him. It was clear that all three of my brothers were dead. My first lesson in this new world... the only thing left of the weak was the scent of blood. *** Day 21 As soon as I woke and managed to blink the crusted blood off my eyelids, The body of the invader was gone, but the pool of dried blood and the lack of rotting scents told me that mother had eaten the whole body,hair and all, or drug the intruder out of the burrow. After examining the dark burrow with my very acute eyes, I decided to do something other than suckle and cry. I began to do push-ups. Or as close as I could approximate. After the fifth lifting of my body, my little limbs collapsed boneless to the floor. I vowed to gain strength. The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. When the next invader came, I would at least put up a fight rather than being devoured meekly and quietly in a few bites. I rolled onto my back and began to do kicks into the air. I imagine sinking my teeth into the invader and using my rear claws to rip his belly open. I could still smell his blood on my face. I imagined it flowing into my mouth . The sweet rusty scent made my mouth water. The sister I had seen yesterday filled with giant weasel cock started crawling over my long torso, putting a stop to my exercise. I twisted my head to look down at the head starting to gnaw on my stomach with a soft gummy jaw. We all play fought like this often. I noticed her eyes were open. ¡°Knock it off, I''m working out here.¡± I wanted to say, as a chattering of squeals and squeaks came out of my mouth instead. She chirped back in a childlike voice, ¡°Whats'' knock? Whats'' working?¡± I stopped and stared. ¡°You spoke?¡± She answered in a sweet little girls voice. ¡°Yes,¡± She tilted her head to the side ¡°didn''t you know monsters can speak to each-other?¡± ¡°Monsters?¡± I whispered back in a chatter of lightly clicking teeth. ¡°Weren''t you born with the knowledge like me?¡± She squeaked back in what I guess is a confused tone. My eyes rolled back. Day 40-50 Day 40 I spent a great deal of my time bouncing, flipping, and, eating. The time not spent on those activities was socializing with my siblings. By socializing I mean trying to bite the shit out of eachother with our newly emergered milk teeth. "Oww!" My tan sister screamed as I pounced on her back and bit into her neck. "Don''t bite so hard!" She yelled. I flipped off her back and landed between my two dark brown sisters and began to attempt to savage them with my claws and teeth. "Take that bitches!" My fun was ruined when my albino sister, Fucked, ponced onto my back and bit into my neck and began to attempt mother''s twisting technique. "Ow Ow Ow, I give up! I screamed. She loosened her jaws and backed off. I had my teeth on her neck as quick as lightning. She started squealing as I got my revenge. The air left my lungs if a rush as a bulldozer drove into my chest. Mother''s way of saying settle down. "Now that your teeth are coming in, its time to get your first taste of meat." Exiting the burrow quickly, she soon returned dragging a massive rabbit. The rabbit was at least ten times mother''s size. I noticed something strange about the rabbit. It had a sinle horn in the center of it''s head. 888 Day 50 Rat liver was my new favorite food. I gorged myself as mother watched in amusement. She had taken me hunting for the first time. Rat never tasted so good. It tasted even better because I had killed it. I had grown to match mothers size, though she insisted that I would grow to double her size as an adult. I would enjoy being able to kill the horned rabbits as easily as she could. Mother had eaten the liver of the last horned rabbit she had brought into the burrow. I wanted a whole rabbit to myself. After finishing off the rats heart, I followed mother back to the burrow where my much smaller siblings still rested and hid. Out of four males and four females, only two females and one male survived. This was nature. The two brown sisters had started coughing a few days before and died in the night. Mother had led us to a new burrow she had taken from some delicious voles. Stoats don''t dig their own borrows. We took what we wanted. Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. Woe be to the rat that tried to stop me from my meal or from shelter. I was speed and death incarnate. Mother had even taught me the war dance of the stoats. We could hypnotize lesser creatures with our agility and grace. I pushed back by mother when I went to enter the burrow. "No more milk for you," she chittered. "You are strong enough to go," she tilted her head at the burrow, "I smell Alpha in there..." With my sisters? I could guess why. "He''ll eat you." She continued, "Flee now!" I could not describe my emotions. Humans memories do not mix well with my instincts. My human mind says to save my sisters and stay, meanwhile, every fiber of my being says to run. I had formed an attachment to Fucked and Tan. I could now hear Tan crying out from inside the burrow. Such a cruel world. I trembled. "Run where?" I squeaked back queitly. "Far, now!" I turned and ran. As I hid in the grass, resting, a strange sound came to me. A beeping, that steadily grew louder. A blue screen started floating in mid air before my eyes. "What the..." I couldnt take this. I closed my eyes, yet the message still appeared to be right in front of me. Re:Monster with the massively overpowered demon god goblin thing and evolving animals... It explained the horned rabbit with fangs pretty well. "So I''m in hell" I chittered to myself. I slapped my forehead. "The gaming screen didn''t talk back in Re:monster." I spoke to the air. "Cool," I chittered, "Wheres some food?" 888 The wheel goes round P { margin-bottom: 0.08in; } Day 60 Metal screamed, clashed and banged. Men screamed in mortal pain. Hogs squealed as the sick sounds of flesh cleaves from bone. I woke with a start. What a dream... what woke me? I was felt safe, having blocked the entrance to a delicious meal''s den. Horned rabbit was yummy. I was startled again as the walls of the burrow were shaking around me. The sounds of clashing of arms and horses hooves were plain to hear. ¡°Hey Screen, whats happening out there?¡± ¡°Hey! I''m a human inside you know!¡± ¡°Fuck you too, man!¡± I poked my head out between the tree roots covering my burrow. It looked like a mass of pink pig-faced murlock looking sonsa''bitches were trying to knock a dozen shiny suited horsemen off their horses. ¡°I thought orcs were green and huge,¡± I chittered quietly. The orcs were loosing, and badly. The knights were cutting the orcs apart like pigs. They even sounded like pigs with their death squeals. The knights were in identical full plate armor with blue cloaks. The orcs all wielded a hodgepodge of weaponry. One had a spear, another a stick, etc. After killing the orcs, the knights rode off in a hurry. ¡°We need to regroup!¡± I could here other fights in the distance, thought my view as a stoat was limited. I hid in the burrow to wait out the dangerous humans and orcs. There was a waft of smoke in the air. After peeking out of the burrow, I saw the humans had piled the orcs into a pile nearby and lit it on fire. It smelled so delicious. Such a waste of meat. I circled the fire, enchanted by the light. I wish I had fire, but stoats didn''t have fire. They were animals. A beast who walked on all fours. A beast without ha... I looked at my little paws. There was a severed orc finger lying in the grass near me. I bent down, and instead of biting it. I lifted it with my claws. I brought it to my mouth. And began to feast. Thoughts swimming in my head. I had never thought of using my claws as anything other than weapons. But they were small, dexterous, and, could be trained to function as hands. I could make tools with these little hands. I gorged on the orc organs left on the ground as the corpses burned away merrily and scared away competition. After being pleasantly surprised about today''s bounty and epiphany, I curled up to sleep content for the first time in two months. 888 Day 62 After sleeping off my bacon binge, I set off to find a juicy rodent. I felt so much stronger. Faster. I broke a rabbit''s neck in a single twist. This was weird. Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! ¡°What am I at Screen?¡± I chittered. < Stoat lvl 40, Scavenger> ¡°What? How did my level grow so quickly?¡± Wish I knew that shit earlier. I left the rabbit where it lay and started to run. I ran for the better part of the day down a stream. It was the way I had fled away from my original burrow. I knew I wouldn''t find my mother or siblings in the same place, as they often moved homes, but they should be near the same territory. A scent hit me out of nowhere. Female. Heat. My human mind started to scream at my body, but the animals hormones were rushing. I screamed silently as I came upon a rabbit''s burrow. I heard the pathetic mewling of infants stoats and my mouth watered. ¡°No!¡± I warred with myself. I stood at the entrance to the burrow with my mouth watering. My nose on fire. My groin aching in want. After all the wallowing in filth, eating unclean things and living in feces, I still had some shred of humanity left. That little bit of humanity was all that stopped me from turning into a monster. I could not control my basest instincts. I was an animal. I felt the dire feeling of foreboding. If stoats could cry, I would be bawling. Stinging pain flared in my chest. I saw it was a gray female, and she stank of heat. She bit again and then, it twisted. I squealed and bit down on the neck of the female under me and by instinct crawled behind her. As I jabbed myself into her in a flurry, I felt a tight, wet, pleasure and felt that last little shred of human morality die. All pride was lost to me as I ravaged the stoat with more and more human-like movements. I had her bent over doggy-style and jabbed my pointy little cock into her tight pussy. I fucked away the pain I felt at losing my humanity. I both loved and hated it. As growl took my attention I pulled out of the female with a jerk. I could now smell the Alpha stoat. Who fucked my sisters. Who likely fathered me. He was big, black, and ugly. I dodged with pure speed. He lunged again. The old stoat was too slow. I went in for the kill. I bit down on his skull and flipped over his head. -snap- His neck broke neatly. I felt instinct take over as I rushed into the burrow filled with kits. I was Alpha now. I was in control of this territory. This was my burrow. The animal mind had complete control. Why?!? The little males kits in the burrow were devoured in a single bite, each. The female screeched again, and I began to fuck her again. And the I grabbed the first female kit. I felt her tightness as I she quivered ans squealed. Her little hairless legs jerked as I bounced her up and down on my lap. After moving on to her sisters, I curled up to sleep. Am I Human? Day 65 I just couldn''t bring myself from parting with the little kits I''d fucked. I felt responsible for the children within them, I felt responsible for their siblings deaths. My morality as a human had been more than a little strange. The human thoughts racing through a stoat''s brain made thinking difficult. Made me control myself less. Made me a monster. I searched for both my mother''s scent and for prey to feed my new breeders. I walked on my back legs with a waddling gait. I was exercising muscles that stoats were never meant to grow. My only real advantage at this stage of evolution is knowledge on how to build muscles faster with scaring. I did pushups until I burned. I stopped as I scented a rabbit. Flipping into the air, I began an impressive war dance to lure my prey into confusion. Twirling and spinning, flipping and tumbling, I came closer and closer to the horned rabbit. I pounced straight to the jugular, and twisted off a chunk of flesh. The rabbit squealed it''s death wails through gurgling blood. The rabbit weighed around five times what I did, but I dragged it back to the burrow anyway. ¡°Alpha, why are you still here? Why do you keep returning? We have bred already,¡± The ''Milk'' named stoat begged an answer. I snarled. Did she not understand? I was providing for my young. ¡°Because I should,¡± I chittered, losing my temper. I had been saying this over and over, yet she did not understand. ¡°I will take my kits away fro-¡± my over muscled stoat paw slapped her across the face. She recovered and began to attack. I was having none of this. I dodged her lunge and bit her foot. She screeched in pain. I twisted, and her foot dislocated. Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. ¡°You aren''t going anywhere.¡± Day 66 I pulled out of the last in line of the blind and hairless kits with a sigh. The others suckled from their crippled mother. Milk, herself, feasted on a juicy vole I''d brought for her. All of us were warm on soft rabbit pelts I''d ''acquired''. Barring the occasional sobbing of Milk, all was well with my new little harem. I intended to raise them to be my breeders and backup hunters. The astonishing breeding rates of the females could be used to make endless cannon fodder in just a few seasons. I rubbed my little paws together with delight. The monsters I could bring down with a wave of breeders. My human intelligence had fully merged with my stoat brain. I continued rigorous exercise routines every day. I was far more bulky than Milk. I was at least twice her size. My wrist was as thick as her thigh. She was easy to control despite her struggling while my mountings agitated her broken ankle. I went out to hunt with a spring in my step. It wasn''t long before a scent wafted over to me. Mother. I followed the scent to a burrow. I stopped before entering. Another smell emitted. snake musk and blood. The scent of fucked, mother, and the others. A large snakes skin crumbled underneath my paws as I backed away. Scrambling turned into a full run when I was far enough away. I did not know why I didn''t want to cry. I felt no real sadness. My human mind said I should despair, yet why? ¡°Hay Blue Screen, whats my status?¡± I chittered to empty air. ¡°Hey fuck you man thats nature.¡± Like a good stoat Day 66 I had no need to go out hunting today, two uneaten rabbits still needed to be stripped of their pelts in the large burrow. I pondered what to do with my little harem that were soon to grow into pint sized killing machines. Stoats were traditionally loners. It was part of their instincts. Instincts which I lacked. All things change, with time. My life as a stoat was going to be short. My chances of evolving alone was low. No stoat had ever evolved according to Blue Screen. I needed to do what no stoat had ever done before if I wanted to live longer than another couple of years. I burst from the burrow with a purpose. Sniffing and searching, I sought a means to an end. When I found mother''s den, I burst in. She was feasting on a snake carcass along with my siblings. I was far larger than mother now. I broke her legs with two quick nips and then clawed her face until she fell unconscious. She was as helpless as a baby. I fucked her body and then started in in my terrified siblings. After finishing off inside if Fucked, I chattered at my siblings, ¡°follow me and do as I say or I''ll rip your guts out and eat them.¡± -or a close approximation of such. I dragged Mother by the nape of her neck and made my way to my other harem''s burrow. After another round of fucking them all, I set my siblings to digging the former horned rabbit burrow bigger. I went out to hunt again. I would make a stoat pack. Day 100 ¡°I guess they do something similar.¡± I agreed with my newest title as I feasted on feral goblin. My females numbered forty, now. I''d made a pack out of the weak willed female stoats. They were my daughters for the most part. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. ¡°Coming down from the tree was a stroke of brilliance , Morticia¡± A black furred daughter of mine was young, but muscular like her poppa. I pegged her as the future beta of our fast growing family. As a large group, we''d started taking down 3rd tier creatures like goblins with ease. My daughters were gaining levels very fast compared to other wild stoats. We feasted of rich meats and began to develop hunting patterns. I kept my mother, Milk, and my other siblings, along with any other females who''d tried to escape kept guarded in the burrow with their ankles twisted. They were fed from hunts and were keeping broods of young fed. Days began to pass as if in a blur. I ate all my sons and hunted and fucked my breeders. I Slept on a soft rabbit pelt. Like any good stoat. The only difference was the discipline I began to instill on all my ''cult'' to keep them together. They only way to teach discipline to a stoat is violence. I beat them, I raped them. I starved them, to achieve my goals. Like any good stoat. Like any being of nature. I adapted to achieve my goals. Day 144 ¡°Tell me what I don''t know¡± I bit back at Blue Screen sarcastically. He replied in literal fashion. ¡°Great,¡± I drawled slowly, ¡°I''m the strongest worm in the intestine.¡± I snarled even more sarcastically. There was no real future for me. If I evolved Into another specie in the burrow, my pack would devour me and dissolve into chaos. ¡°Any Idea what I will evolve into?¡± Fuck. Days 150-155 Day 150 ¡°Daddy... I''m in heat...¡± I stirred from my sleep. When my eyes opened, I felt different. I felt very, very different. I stumbled on new limbs as I began to use my new penis size on the youngest of the new broods.
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I interrupted my favorite hobby to regard my floating ''freinemy''. ¡°And what''s that mean?¡± I chittered. Bluescreen began to explain in far too much detail for my little brain to handle. So... Apparently I''m still a stoat, only larger with a change to my paws and hip joints allowing gripping and upright running. I luckily survived my evolution. According to Blue Screen there is hope for further evolution still. As he described.... Stoatling: The lowest form of stoat beastkin. An upright, walking stoat. Has primitive hands and fingers. Capable of higher thought. High breeding rate. 2ft height and capable of great strength. I hung on his use of the words ''lowest form''. It meant that I could become something more than... This. I celebrated my evolution with a new morning round of fucking my harem. It took me two hours to go from room to room in my, now massive, burrow and fuck every last female. Humans just wouldn''t understand. After my morning celebration was over, I got to work on some things I''d wished I''d had hands to do from the get go. I chewed an orc''s femur into a spear and began to practice thrusting with my new weapon. It was great exercise. I could tell Mortisha to lead a hunting party and she understood at this point and had a group of hunters fanatically happy to follow orders. Stoats kill and drag prey multiple times their size back to their burrows. My thrust was very powerful. My arms rippled with muscle. Mortisha and her hunting group returned with two rabbits, two rats, and a fowl. The crippled milkers were fed first as was custom. After I started the habit, the others followed the behavior. All the other young stoats knew of life was as I told them. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. A race of monsters was out to kill us all and we had to breed and become strong to survive. Simple enough to get them to follow orders out of fear. Over the next few days I put my new higher thinking to use. I came up with a plan. A human-like attempt at child welfare had resulted in making a colony out of solitary animals. I''d interrupted their evolution. I''d changed their nature so easily... This world was different. Nature was different. Smarter. Stronger. Where the sweet fluffy rabbits had horns and fangs. I needed to change the stoats even farther. Day 155 I started to hunt with my stoat daughters, continuously. I was a little larger than the largest, ''Mortisha'', yet my strength and speed made her child-like in comparison. We hunted together to feed a quickly growing brood. Six of the forty hunters I''d reared decided to become milkers in the last five days and joined the crippled in the den. When they''d tried to run like their instincts said to do, I stopped breeding with them, and broke their ankles. They would feed young and wait for death, removed from my evolution plans. Right now, I waited inside a thicket of dried grass. The air was becoming colder recently. I had to try harder to find food as the days grew shorter. And yet... I sprung into the air like a spinning top and buried my little spear into a deer''s eye. ¡°That is what you will be able to do once you evolve.¡± I chittered to my dozen favorite girls as they appeared out from behind rocks, grass, and trees. They could hide as well as most ambush predators. ¡°And now, we feast¡± We headed to the burrow with full bellies, dragging the extra meat before my new rivals showed up again. We had to avoid the bastards for now. You ever fucked with a wolf before? As a stoat? Day 156-Day 230 888 Day 156 888 I spotted the orc first and started the war dance, to begin the hunt. ¡°Squeak!¡± I shouted in my manly bass voice. Back-flipping into the air like a little green Jedi, I began a short routine of acrobatic flips and cartwheels. The orc stared for a moment, mesmerized by my awesomeness. Then the pain distracted him. I continued to dance as my daughters began to jump on him and twist away chunks of flesh. By the time I was done with my dance, the orc had stopped twitching. Smashing a rock on the back of his skull cracked it open like an egg. I bent down and began to feed. ¡°Eat this¡± I used my hands to parcel bits out to my favored bitches. Morticia got the largest share of the brain as she pushed the other girls away from their own. I could only rub my hands together and chuckle. Grow my minions! We headed home with a headless orc in tow. We dragged him half a mile back to the burrow. Dirt was constantly being tossed out of the burrows front opening. I had gotten the instructions through to dig into my ''unenthusiastic'' daughter''s thick skulls. They were growing faster at digging as more rooms and air-holes were dug. Stoats weren''t that bad at digging once they get some practice in. I had them open the entrance to the main chamber larger, as to bring the orc in with us. I would stack rocks there tomorrow to close the gap. 888 Day 157 888 ¡°Hmm¡± I swatted at Bluescreen. ¡°M sleepin¡± <Stoatling, lvl 60 War Cult Leader Rapist> ¡°Fuck off man!¡± I swatted again and chittered several curses. I was surprised to see an addition to my race upon awakening. I raped her to remind the new stoatling whos'' boss. Morticia squealed like the dying orc as I pounded in and out of her. She was nearly my size, pure white(winter coat) with a black tail. I preferred the new stoatling''s pussy more than the stoats, as I could fit all the way in without her squeaking in agony like all the others. All of a sudden a growl started from the entrance of the burrow. The sound was unmistakable. A race of demons who refused to accept stoat domination. The wolves. ¡°What fucking timing¡± I chittered as I filled my newly evolved daughter''s snatch with baby-paste. ¡°Out the escape tunnel!¡± I squealed loudly. We began to flee the main chamber, like rats from a sinking ship. We fled into side tunnels in every direction. The back entrance led to another burrow. We couldn''t fight a wolf pack head on. I could hear Mother and Milks squeals cutting off abruptly as I ran. I could only imagine the fate of my young hairless and blind kits. I felt tears stinging the corner of my eyes. I would miss them. My little baby stoats. I really liked those young snatches... ¡°I''ll get you for this, you fuckers!¡± I chittered hollowly. 888 Day 158 888 The survivors of my group numbered 19. All were pregnant, or soon to be and some would need to stay near a burrow for safety. They were all part of what I''ve come to call the domesticated group. They understood orders better than the others, had silkier fur, and, were smarter. Morticia was beginning to bulge with young stoatlings. I took all 19 daughters with me across the grassland. All ten miles of it. A single mile as a stoatling felt like what 20 miles did as a human. It took us two days. One of my daughters gave birth on the way, but I ate the younglings, rather than wait in the grassland. Once we were in the forest, the food was different. I ate a two tailed fox. It was the size of a large dog, but stringy and not juicy like dog. There were feral pigs that were the best tasting of all the meats I''ve tasted so far. I made home in the den of a two tailed fox and get to digging. I make two escape tunnels and pad the floor with soft fox kit pelts. I stack rocks to block up the entrance to the den. You''d need thumbs to open or close off the main entrance. 888 Day 168 888 Morticia gave birth on the same day as a blizzard blocked us into the den. Hers was the fourth new litter to be born, but the first litter of stoatlings to have been born. All my other kits were were born as stoats. I left the two male stoatlings alive, and let them rest and suckle with their 12 stoat and 4 stoatling sisters. They were all so impossibly small and pink. They were all trying to reach the middle of their nest to the warmest space between their siblings. I spent my time planning revenge. I gutted my bone spear and carved out the insides slowly with wooden sticks. I rubbed dirt into the bone until it was smooth. I''d fashioned a primitive blowgun. I began making little needle-like darts. Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. I ground out knifes with rocks from the boar bones discarded in the burrow''s corners. I ended up with three decent blowguns and twelve knives by the time the first blizzard of the winter''s snow melted. Morticia helped once she understood the concept of stabbing instead of biting. She started making little bone needle-darts whenever she had the time once she saw how much it pleased me. Domesticated indeed! The I chewed a little belt out of deer''s skin and wore two little bone knives tucked into the belt at my waist. Morticia did the same. 888 Day 200 888 ¡°Nice¡± I chittered as I tried out my oldest natural-born stoatling daughter''s tight virgin pussy. I relished the feeling as I jerked her squealing, hairless, and , pink body up and down over my groin. ¡°Welcome to the tribe¡± I slapped her ass. After finishing with the last girl stoatlings, I moved over to the boy stoatlings. I picked the first one up and dropped him on my lap. He squealed like his sisters as my cock began to fill him. I''ll be damned if there is a dominant male anywhere near my nest. An animal need to assert dominance filled me. I fucked his brother up his tight little ass too. 888 Day 220 888 Winter seemed to be coming to an end. My white hairs began to fall off, only to be replaced with pitch black fur. I had an abundant pack of hunters now. Thirty hunter stoats, seven stoatling hunters, and four milkers that stayed willingly. The new milkers were of the ''Domesticated'' breed of stoat and seemed happy, if not prideful to be constantly fed choice meats and suckled from. They birthed double the young my other hunters did. I started with separating my stoatlings and stoats from each-other while hunting. I gave command of the hunter stoats to two different daughters ''Day'' and ''Night''. They were twin brown stoats. With a pack of fifteen each, Day and Night took turns hunting and guarding the nesting grounds. They hunted for vole, rats, pigs, deer, and rabbits. For the stoatlings... They and I perfected a new form of hunting. It began after One of my daughters had died of convulsions the year before. After eating a small frog, she had immediately dropped dead to the ground, the chewed frog falling from her mouth. I had begun planning the blowguns then and there. As soon as the first batch of frog spawn hopped out of the unfrozen river, we were upon them. After spearing them, we soaked our darts in the frog''s bodily juices. If the poison was on the skin, it should still work, pulped in with the rest of the little frogs'' bodies. I noticed thousands of large eggs growing in the river., guarded by these little poison frogs. I told Adam and Cain, my stoatling sons, to investigate whose eggs these were. I told them to stay and watch who came to tend to the eggs. Stoatlings, unlike stoats, are smart enough to understand what I want but are still too stupid for complete sentences and intelligent conversation. Even goblins are smarter than stoats. What stoatlings did come with are some very pliable infant minds at first, followed by a very quickly honed hunter''s instincts. We honed our new skills with practice. Day 230 Only Cain returned alive and told me Adam had tried to escape. He brought me Adam''s head as proof. I chuckled at his thin lies and asked him about the eggs. ¡°No idea whose eggs those were, but some frogmen came and let more of those poison frogs out of boxes.¡± I blinked. ¡°Frog men?¡± <Bullywugs, primitive sapient upright walking frogs. ¡°Yes, so we can go get more poison, Father.¡± Cain seemed to rub his hands together. I buried my bone knife to the hilt in his ear before he could blink. Idiot. It was early morning as the bullywugs came to the river to drink. There was a small tribe of them. Numbering a few dozen. They were manageable. Their thousands of eggs however? There were only seven of us. I had us all covered in mud, rolled in twigs, and dotted with grasses plastered on with more mud. Four daughters and I hid in the trees above the spot where the bullywugs came to drink. Three of my daughters hid in the tall grasses across the riverbanks. As the bullywugs crowded together, I let loose the first dart. A bullywug snatched the dart out of his behind and dropped to the ground, in quick succession. More darts came down. Silent and deadly, the stoat tools of death whispered. It only took seconds, before the ambush was over. ¡°No eating this meat!¡± No one argued when I said ¡°Its tainted!¡± Thousands of eggs were ours. I had the stoatlings begin transporting the eggs immediately. Day 231 to 250 888 Day 231 888 I awoke to a Burrow overflowing with stoatlings. There were piles of gel covered little tadpoles. The burrow stank of amniotic fluid and stoat shit. I noticed the all four of my breeders had evolved into something new. <Stoaling Mother, lvl 1, A massive stoatling female who breeds at a litter of 10 every week.> All of them rested on a pile of young, squirming in a writhing mass of kits. Id'' truly interfered and changed the stoat''s evolution. This world had strange natural laws and stranger beasts. I began to inseminate the breeders anew. And the Bluescreen started bugging me and ruining my glorious orgy. <The Bullywugs are tier 4 monsters. Eating them in mass has caused your nest to evolve. With your subject''s raise in collective intelligence, your Nest has become a Tribe.> ¡°You wasting my time for a purpose?¡± <As the chief of a Tribe, you gained experiance you have hit lvl 100 and are ready to evolve.> ¡°Why haven''t I already?¡± <You are going to make some enemies with your next evolution. You also get a choice this time.> ¡°What kind of choice?¡± <Skaven-Stoat Varient, A human sized rat monster, capable of high intelligence. Spreaders of disease. Weak alone, but strong in numbers. High breeding rate and short lifespans. Hunted by humans as dangerous pests.> ¡°Or?¡± I prompted. I''d rather not be hunted as a pest. <Beastman-Stoat Variant, A heavily muscled man''s body with a stoat''s head and mind. Powerful and wrathful. A potent warrior. Hunt by humans as agents of Chaos.> ¡°Skaven, please.¡± I answered immediately. I collapsed to the raw pelt and tadpole covered floor. 888 Day 235 888 I got to work expanding the burrow as soon as awakening. Tons of dirt were moved by a small army of stoatlings. Then I tackled a morale problem related to the foreign food''s flavor. I made fire for the first time. The Stoats would have run before, but the Stoatlings stayed and watched. As the tadpole began to pop and sizzle with grease, mouths began to water. The first bite of cooked baby frog was heaven. The other stoats were hooked to the idea fire and it''s food improvement ability. I was just glad with the progress as we cooked the tadpoles on sticks and feasted inbetween shifts spent digging the burrow deep into the hill. 888 Day 236 888 I made all the new stoatlings begin to practice with atlatls and blowguns. We were too weak to fight large monsters with out teeth and claws alone. With short bone throwing spears and poisoned blowgun darts, we began to dominated the riverbanks and small forest around us. If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. The Wolves still controlled the grasslands on the other side of the river. 888 Day 240 888 There were a few bullywugs at the river this morning. Strange bullywugs. Unlike the small tribe before, these bullywugs were armed with spears and shields. Morticia alerted me at once and took me to see. A dozen in all, there were gesturing to the river and making arm motions over the corpses of their brethren that littered the riverbank. I assume some sort of blessing or lamentation. Who could understand their croaky language. They all cried out suddenly and banged their spears on their shields in a cacophony of croaks and clangs. They quickly retreated deep into the forest afterwards. I redoubled training my stoatling hunters. 888 Day 245 888 The bullywugs returned with over 30 armored soldiers and began to set up a camp along the riverside. They had spears and large shields with boiled leather armor. They were noisy and within audible distance from the burrow. We redirected our energy to digging deeper into the hill. I stopped hunting during the day. During the night, we pushed all of the dirt out of the borrow into a mound around the entrance. There were too many of us to hide. I had the burrows entrance made smaller and the another two escape tunnels dug. I made the entrance slightly larger than my head. As long as I could get my head through, my body could follow. I was easily the fastest digger. My larger skaven muscles allowed me to dig a massive(for stoats) chamber large enough for me to stand and walk in. I continued digging. I extended the chamber to around 20 body lengths across. The stoatling hunters began to make their own personal tunnels and nesting rooms spanning off from there. I had the breeders and young moved deep inside the hill. If the bullywugs discovered us, they would at least survive until they starved. Our small size was our best defense. Our small size was our greatest weakness. We had 2 weeks worth of bullywug eggs to feed us, and no real need to hunt, so we continued to dig. We mixed piss and shit with ashes(when we had them) and dirt to coat the dirt walls. We used rocks to pave the main chamber and began to use it to train my youngest daughters how to use the tiny blowguns and atlatl spears. 888 Day 250 888 The bullywugs had begun to cut down the forest around them and build palisade walls. A few dozen more bullywugs showed up and began to help them. They were smaller than the soldiers but sped up the construction of a defensive wall quickly. I have no idea where they came from, but I suspect there are a great many bullywugs in the heavily forested hills to the west of us. Overnight, the river filled with thousands of eggs, again. Day 255-day 270 888 Day 255 888 Another few dozen bullywugs showed up some time during the day. The new tents were clear next to the crude cabin-like huts of the bullywugs. Smoke rose from a cooking-fire inside their little town. It was clear that the bullywugs intended to stay. The crude palisade now held a little town of huts. The huts were made of logs stacked into little box cabin shapes. They appeared to be digging a canal from the river to their palisade. They intended to flood their new homes underwater. What a strange and organized people. They were very advanced with their bronze axes, spears, and leather armor. They made nets and fished in the river. I stole a net lying near the riverbanks, in the dead of night. I and the hunters crept around during the night, collecting a few more of the poison frogs and river mud. I began to make a crude oven for food in the burrow. I need real clay for it. Shit-mud didn''t work. I''d been inspired by the fire. The idea of further evolution seemed a long way away. I''d best start advancing in other ways if I wanted to survive. The Stoatling Mothers were producing a prodigious amount of young. 50 a week were being born. I had the hunters training at night, hunting far and wide. Our numbers were growing quickly. I began to search for a new place to move the burrow. I found the perfect place a few miles downriver. The wolves den. A cave at the bottom of a massive hill. It would give us the room we needed to grow. We could live safely above the ground if we kept a good watch on the surrounding area. 888 Day 257 888 The wolves numbered two dozen. A massive pack, led by a gray grizzled beast as ugly as it was big. They were not like the thin fierce beasts of my old world. They were large and muscled, with jutting fangs. They slumbered in the dead of night. We all swarmed into the cave at once. Fifty stoatlings blew darts into the awakening wolves with ninja-like efficiency. The darts struck all of the pack in seconds. They were dropping as soon as they stood up. A Stoatling hunter is a deadly thing. A single Stoatling was strong enough to drag the massive alpha wolf all the way to the river and throw it in. A single stoatling could fire a dart every few seconds and put down any animal with it''s poison. Many stoatlings had wet pussies and loved to fuck atop the corpses of enemies. In the dead of night, we seemed invincible. We began to move immediately that night. 888 Day 259 888 Morticia and I ate the rest of the eggs alone as the rest of the hunters led the Stoatling Mothers to the new cave. I fucked Morticia repeatedly and stuffed my face between rounds. We had an orgy amid the busted bullywug eggs. I fell asleep exhausted. 888 Day 260 888 <Skaven Stoat-Variant, lvl 1> She was gorgeous. With glossy black fur and pink swollen nipples, she was a vision of stoatly beauty. We celebrated her evolution. She waddled home to the cave, bowlegged. This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. 888 Day 262 888 We began to dig into the back of the cave. We used the dirt, mixed with shit and spit to close off the entrance of the cave. We dug a new entrance a few yards away, small and hidden. The dark of the cave was like day to our sensitive eyes. My hunters split into groups to explore the surrounding area . Morticia gave birth to our first batch of Skaven kits. I left the males alive Three males. Five females. Two of the males had boon born dead. I''d eaten them with great regret. Skaven were not like stoatlings. Skaven were... People. Not beasts. 888 Day 264 888 My only ''real'' children were impossibly small. The Skaven young were almost the same as the newborn stoatlings. I put them in the new nesting chamber with the breeders. I would need them in the future. I would need every Skaven I could get once the bullywugs found us. They were breeding an army in my territory. The idea of thousands of those frog headed man-like people in rows of armor made me shudder. I needed some way to kill them all. The darts wouldn''t work against armor and shields. The same problem for our little trowing spears. Our only real weapons against them would be our little bone knives, and bone-tipped thrusting spears. We would need numbers. I began to teach the little stoatling girls how to make string out of sapling bark. Chewing the figers and twisting them together. I fucked them silly for awhile and gloried in their terrified squeaks as Ny huge Skaven cock filled their little bodies full of spunk. Then I showed them the net made by the bullywug''s net and asked them to copy it. I rebuilt my oven at four times the size of the one in the other burrow. It seemed that my tribe loved the cooked meat as much as I did. Digging, hunting, or scouting is what we did for most of the day. Or they did. Fucking is what I did for most of the day. 888 270 888 Coming to the conclusion that numbers were what was needed for the bullywugs didn''t take me long. Numbers was something we could do. I''d have stoatlings maturing at 25 or so a week soon. My hunters already numbered 60. there were more young than there were hunters once more. I had the ones too young to hunt start learning how to make string and dig. Those too young for that still had their eyes closed. I found that the young seemed to be smarter than previous generations. The stoats seemed to be evolving in more ways than the rapid transformation of specie. Nutrition probably played a large part in that, but I liked to think it was the fact that they were second or third generation daughters of mine, making them smarter. I made a room set of rooms to keep rabbits in captivity. Catching the rabbits was easy. Keeping them alive was hard. Day 277-Day 305 888 Day 277 888 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. 888 Day 284 888 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. 888 Day 291 888 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. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. 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. 888 Day 298 888 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. 888 Day 305 888 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. Another Chapter 888 Day 305 888 I stared at the primitive gun in confusion. It made no sense whatsoever. There was no lighting mechanism to set off the black-powder. There was no metal used in their little wooden barrels. Most stunning of all, there was no black-powder at all. They used a wooden tube set off with a torch as firearms I found what I think is their version of black-powder. Glowing green dust with a strong scent of sulfur and nitrates. It tasted cool and salty like black-powder. It went off with a ''whoosh'' and flash of green light when I set a small pile of it on fire. I had the two kegs of green dust, along the ten wooden guns, sent back to the burrow. Maybe I could unlock the secrets of the green dust. I probably had a better chance of freezing hell, but, who cares about reality? We began to feast on the few dozen bullywugs. 166 hunters survived the zerg rush we had made in the early morning hours. Far less loses than I expected to incur against a people that could take out 20 knight with minimal loses. Those knights had let the bullywugs enough time to load their guns, while they killed the bullywugs near the river. I gave the bullywugs no such time. When we were all stuffed and I was all fucked out, we started releasing the bullywug eggs from the riverbanks and letting them drift downstream. It seemed easier to fish them out of the river with nets, near our cave, than to carry them all the way downstream. I enjoyed that my new Skaven mind could have such abstract ideas after almost a year stuck with a simple stoat''s brain. The glowing green dust lingered on my mind. 888 Day 306 888 I crushed up some of the bullywug tadpoles and mixed it into the tuber mash that I fed the experimental rabbit ''Breeders''. They were separated from the other rabbits and kept in their own chamber. I had put the biggest females, with the biggest males, and broke the female rabbits legs. All the females could do was eat, sleep, and breed. The females were getting fat, quickly. The hunters finished collecting the rest of the bullywug eggs and stacking them in the burrow. I spent some time with my Skaven children. They had begun to speak already, and were so full of questions. Why is the burrow dark? Why does she get more milk than me? Why do we have to eat these frog-legs today? I want more milk. I want more pelts. I''m cold. I need more cock, daddy. Me, Me , Me Why, Why, Why, Mine, Mine, Mine, Now, Now, Now... They drove me out of the burrow quickly. I left them with Morticia to suckle them. I escaped to go on a goblin hunt. 888 Day 312 888 The bullywugs returned with hundreds of soldiers. There were at least 100 of the delicious frogmen riding horses in bronze armor. I could tell that these were not civilian bullywugs or breeders. The way they set up camp around the little flooded village was orderly. This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. Far too orderly for a small tribe of back-woods frogmen. They were organized, with wagons full of supplies and hundreds of livestock. My mouth watered as a cow walked near the bush I was hiding in. Brisket. Ribs. Sirloin. Tenderloin. Ribeye. I barely stopped myself from pouncing out of the bushes. Along with the bullywug army came cages, pulled by horses. In those cages were pink little creatures that wailed loudly and/or cursed fiercely. I could hear them from across the river. ¡°Why me? God, Why me?¡± ¡°Please, let me out! I''m a Lord! I have gold!¡± The standard variations of ¡°Fuck you!¡± abounded. I watched as the bullywugs began to burn their dead and one big bullywug begin to croak out orders. <Merlock Lvl69 War Chief, Merlocks: A fifth tier monster that evolves from Bullywugs. 7-8ft in height, they have great strength and tremendous jumping power.> Bluescreen supplied. They began to cut down trees at a rapid pace. The river, overnight, filled with tens of thousands of eggs. Far, far more than the previous times. 888 Day 320 888 Day evolved into a Beastman. From the neck up, she had a giant stoats head. From the neck down, she had a naked human female''s body. I jumped atop her and was inside her as soon as I saw her. She was no longer a hunter, and was instead my new favorite breeder. We continued digging into the cave system that ran the length on the river. We had dug into a cave with running water, as an underwater river flowed through it. I had also found large chests filled with worthless gold coins. Utterly worthless to a Skaven. My Skaven sons began to breed with the stoatlings, and I allowed it. They were nearing maturity and may prove themselves worthy of names. I felt paternal instincts with them. The desire to teach them and protect them. Strange feelings for a stoat father. Normal feelings for a Skaven father. 888 Day 322 888 The rabbit were able to produce all the food we could want. It was easy to feed them. They all liked baked tuber mush. The tubers grew everywhere. I sent 100 hunters out to begin digging another burrow in the grasslands. I decided to number my skaven sons and daughters, rather than name them. My first son was S1 and my first daughter was D1, etc. If any of them proved their worth, I would name them then. Morticia birthed another littler. Fatherhood. 888 Day 323 888 The little flooded village had become a little flooded wooden fort in short order. Bullywugs patrolled the forest and grasslands for miles around. Sometimes, they brought wailing humans back with them to add to their collection. I was puzzled about what they meant to do with the humans. I''d have eaten them by now. day 325 to day 332 888 Day 325 888 My skinny stoat-variant arms were steadily bulking up. My diet was of all tier 4(t4) meat. Considering that I was t4, I needed all the evolved calories that apparently make you level up as a monster. Bluescreen tried to explain in detail about some kind of ''genetic evolution'' blah blah. Boiled down to, eat higher tier meats and you will gain levels. It wasn''t the the only way to level up. Killing and training level you up as well. Killing higher tier monsters gained you levels fastest of all according to Bluescreen. I continued to exercise and diet. My exercise was the standard daily run for cardio followed by weight lifting. For diet, I began to hoard the bullywug eggs. I barred the stoatling from eating anymore of the bullywug eggs. The eggs would make my planned army of stoatlings smart and harder to control. With certainty that eating higher tiered monsters monsters would make you evolve, I had a few ideas. I needed as few of my people to evolve as possible. If one of my sons got lucky and somehow evolved before I could hit t5, everything would be ruined. A cold sweat developed on my nose as I glanced in the direction of the nesting cambers. I believe eating cooked meat made a huge difference to my calorie intake. Bluescreen said that as I leveled up as a Skaven, I''d become a larger and smarter version of myself. My new status/title was <Skaven Stoat-Variant, lvl75, Frog Murdering Eugenicist> Don''t ask me how the titles work. Or if titles had any effect on the world around me. Bluescreen would not or could not elaborate. 888 Day 332 888 We took turns digging. Rotating shifts constantly dug our burrow deeper into the eath. The cave with the underground river was expanded to hold our massive rabbit population. Thousands of rabbits had been breed in a very short amount of time. They went were cooked by the dozen In two large ovens. The ovens were closer to a bbq pit than a modern or even a dutch oven, but it worked all the same. The some exited through a tunnel under a thicket of trees to hide the visible smoke. We couldn''t hide the smell however. It started to attract the attention. I was my own favorite cook. I spent long hours in the kitchen chamber. The nearby forest was abundant with life. I ate wild garlic stuffed orc. A boar filled with goblin meat and wild berries. A cloy pot full of bullywug eggs and with wild onions and rabbit livers was what I fed to the Stoatling mothers everyday as their sixth meal of the day. I was in the kitchen chamber when I heard human voices begin to echo. Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. ¡°Is it the Bullywugs?¡± ¡°It must be dwarves underground. No one else would go to such lengths to hide underground this close to the Dark Forest. They must have hidden the entrance to their tunnels once the bullywugs came in force.¡° One voice human voice drifted down the tube. I stopped chopping wild onions as I heard the noise. Why hadn''t my hunters told me before? Morticia ran into the kitchen chamber. ¡°Humans coming,¡± she chittererd. ¡°six scores of them, on horses.¡± I''d taught her to count to 20 on her claws. ¡°Ten scores on foot. Attacking the bullywugs.¡± I whistled. ¡°Those bullywugs are fucked.!¡± I squeaked back. ¡°What was that sound?¡± Another voice drifted down the hole. ¡°It came from the chimney.¡± The humans heard us? ¡°Hello down there!¡± A human voice called. ¡°We could use the help of the mighty Dwarve''s help against the bullywugs.¡± ¡°We can Help you against the bullywugs.¡± I spoke out without thinking, using the human voice I was capable of exercising for the first time. My voice was low gravely. ¡°Really!¡± The human voice sounded excited ¡°How many of you are there?¡± ¡°Two hundred.¡± I answered back. ¡°But we need to make a deal first.¡± ¡°For the help of two hundred dwarves in this war, I''ll grant you land in my province and a noble title to your leader. We don''t have a settlement of dwarves in my lands. Name whatever else you would like master dwarf. ¡° ¡°Bring your leaders here tomorrow at midnight, and we will discuss a treaty. I have no wish to trade dwarven lives for petty title and a pittance of land.¡± I lied. ¡°Meet me here tomorrow at midnight. Bring your leaders.¡± Oh shit. The human race is dangerous. Especially where non-human races are involved. I''d drawn attention to myself. Oh shit. There was an army of humans sieging the bullywug fortress. They called it a war... They weren''t talking about this battle. The humans were at war the frogmen? They knew where my burrow was. Oh shit. They thought we were dwarves. Round little humans shaped creatures that humans sometimes killed like they were monsters by the human, according to Bluescreen. I had to get out of this sticky situation like a skaven. I had to kill the humans before word of my burrow''s location got out. That or forge a human-beast alliance. Such an alliance was as likely as rabbit and stoat treaty relations. Day 333-342 888 (Midnight Day 333) 888 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. The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. Bluescreen made a brief appearance. <Due to killing a Tier 8 human general with warp powder, you have hit level 100. Evolution is immediate and mandatory. Due to entering Tier 7, new gameplay elements will be added.> I tasted dirty stone floor before passing out. 888 Day 335 888 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. The benefits of digging 888 Day 342 888 Most of the female rabbits spent the last week shaking in terror, eating little food as we continued to cull the males. We started smoking meat to preserve it for the winter. Making smoking racks out of bone and sinew was easier than making nets out of grass. I didn''t know if I would eat the rabbit hybrids or or use them as slaves. They were so delicious. Maybe both? I finally had a clue about the green glowing explosive powder. Warp powder. I''d heard the word from Warhammer fictions before. Powdered warpstone makes warp powder. Warpstone was chaos personified. It was a tool of the Warhammer Skaven. Was I in Warhammer? Bullywugs... Those were from DnD... The fuck? I had a strange gaming element to life and evolution. Like Re:Monster For the first time I questioned, where was I? 888 Day 349 888 Around quarter of the female rabbits were starting to swell unnaturally. I''d fucked them all, but not all could be impregnated when they were already pregnant. I assumed that they were impregnated with my young. I tested my new humanlike body. I could see in the dark like a stoatling. I had the unnatural strength to size ratio as a stoat. I had the agility of a stoat. I lacked the instincts to use any of it. I started using my complex hands to begin crafting new weapons, like a bow and some arrows. Morticia saw and copied my bow with one of her own. The arrows had to be heated over a fire to stay straight. And the bowstring took Anette two days to braid out of sinew. We were terrible shots. But we had plenty of time to practice. I was determined to wait out the Bullywug-Human war raging outside my underground fortress. Stoatling hunters would carry smoked rabbit to the base in the grasslands every night. I wanted enough food to feed an army in the winter. Every doe rabbit can bread 50-60 baby bunnies a year. Assuming the pregnant ones are Half female, the grassland base will be able to feed 6000 does before winter. It felt good knowing that the food was secure for the clan. We continued digging. We had already connected to the grassland base, 3 miles away. Stoatlings that were too young to hunt with proper fierceness dug. They dug to gain strength as the chief ordered. They dug because the best diggers got fucked. Stoatlings were born for breeding and they wanted it anytime I was ready to give it. It was strange to see a human male mating with a blind hairless stoatling. Their little bodies seemed to morph around my probing cock. The magic in this land had given me the power to father children with any beasts. After each one of the stoatling females went into their first heat, I impregnated them. They wanted fucking as they felt more desires than normal stoats. My new sons took care of the problem. I sent Zeus(Son 1) with 400 hunters and a months worth of smoked meat into the forest. Their mission was to find a cave, kill the inhabitants, wall it off, and begin digging another burrow. We began multiple tunnels in the direction of the forest. We had to make small side tunnels to the surface to keep track how far away we were from home base. I bred all of the hunters over the next week. They dug ever harder and deeper. The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. Like Skavens, Stoatlings craved sex. I bribed them with sex jor all kinds of jobs. Cooks, weapon makers and hunters plus the digging crews. We had chambers under every hill for 3 miles into the grassland. The Stoatling Mothers were sent into the tunnels, with their own cooks and oven. With the advent of the clay oven, we began to cook pottery. We made the first soups. I found rabbit stew with tubers delicious. We found a cave system that seemed to hold promise. Many little chabmers and a cave tunnel leading deep into the forest lands. I ignored the sounds of the battles raging above us and continued fuck my daughters to motivate them to dig. 888 Day 356 888 The battles and movements of humans and bullywugs seemed to have diminished. I was determined to never have my burrow taken again. Backup bases and quick exits had to be established. I had a stoatling sized tunnel dug under what seemed to be the victorious and surviving human camp. I had little more than 200 little stoatlings and 6 skaven. They ere twelve hundred. The signal was whispered along through the tunnels. We had two hundred and seven separate tunnels leading upwards into the human camp. We burst from the soil in the dead of night. Inside of barracks, quietly slitting throats little bone knives. Poking blowguns from the dirt, silently, and eliminating sentries and late night drinkers. By the time they rallied at the commander''s tent, their number were halved, and we sunk back into the tunnels in a seeming retreat. We left more wounded and bleeding than we did dead. They wailed and moaned piteously. We waited in the darkness for the humans to stop huddling together with their shields locked. Five hundred men huddled together in the dark in terror of the ''imps''. Their wounded cried for help. Finally, at dawn, they felt safe and began to treat their wounded. We burst out in a wave under the commander''s area. I shivved a knight in shining golden armor in the back with a poisoned bone knife, as my daughters swarmed out of the commander''s tent like rats from a sinking ship. Only these rats had animal agility and strength combined with training to kill. Blowguns hissed through the air. We killed our own number and vanished back into the tunnels. ¡°Fire at will!¡± I chittered through the tunnels. It was repeated as hunters popped up from little holes in the ground, fired, then dropped back down. It was a devastating finish to a surprise attack and feigned retreat. No human escaped their fort alive. The scouts were killed earlier in the day. I let the stoatlings feast on human flesh for the first time. I knew many were going to evolve into beastmen or skaven the next day. I had them drag all the weapons and food back into the tunnels. The only thing left of the human army was the pile of bones, bloodstains, and empty wooden palisade. I even took the tents. We had plenty of spare room in the cave chambers we were still exploring. I fucked many of my stoatling warriors for the last time as stoatlings, knowing they may soon become skaven and beastmen. Day 357 888 Day 357 888 I rubbed my hands together in glee. A very inhuman smile graced my very human face. Most of my warriors were in evolution hibernation as they evolved into beast-women or Skaven. But more important than that... ¡°Squeeeeeee!¡± The rabbit mother was grotesquely swollen and bloated. I could see her stomach twitching with every squeal she made. She was trying to give birth, and not succeeding. I was about to see what my rabbit hybrid children would look like. I took a looted human-forged knife and began slicing her belly open. I wasn''t willing to wait for her tight little rabbit cunt to dilate enough to give birth to our spawn. I had other shit to do today than hover over a rabbit in labor. A wet sucking noise as my knife sawed away and the rabbit''s squealing in agony were the only sounds to be heard other than the flowing of the underground river. The other rabbits were huddled together and utterly silent in the other end of the chamber, as far away from me as they could be. Like that would save them. Half the does in the room had already been fucked by me, and the rest would follow if the hybrids came out right. There were two human looking infants inside the bleeding rabbit''s belly. I left her to bleed out as I lifted the now crying babies to examine them more closely. There was one buck and one doe. The only difference that I could see that marked them as different than humans was their little fluffy rabbit ears and tail. [Rabbit Beast-kin lvl 1] What a disappointment. I bit off the screaming male''s right arm and gave a few experimental chews. Tasted kind of live human. I ripped the screaming infants belly open with my teeth and gave his organs a try. His liver was very much rabbit. His heart tasted human. I peeled away the skin on the cooling infant''s body with the knife like I peeled the skin off an apple. His soft little skull bones were delicious. I tasted his excellent flavored brains. The pink and grey matter was defiantly rabbit tasting. I studied the doe as I finish sucking the meat off the buck''s bones. I held the squealing babe upside down by her legs and sniffed at her. She smelled more human than the buck. Maybe the females were more human-like than the males... Only one way to find out. I ate her too. Her organs tasted the same as the buck''s, but her brains were definitely more human. After finishing my meal, I decided that maybe... it wasn''t such a waste after-all.Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. 888 Day 364 888 I took a two of the human horses with me into the the forest and rode with Morticia, while 100 of my new Skaven warriors scouted out the forest around us. I left the the running of my main base under the control of Annette. We ran into a few stoatling hunters about 10 miles in. I fucked the horses a few times for the hell of it. I liked to watch as my dick swelled in size to accommodate the deepness of the horses cervixes. It felt strange to push and pull with more than two feet of dick sliding in and out of a hot sucking horse pussy. The stoatlings led us to the new burrow being dug into the back of a large cave. ¡°Father!¡± Zeus greeted my with a bow of supplication, and led Morticia and I inside. It was massive. With all of their meat provided for already, the stoatlings spent most of their time digging. I inspected the tunnels. While inspecting the tunnels, I went from burrow to burrow fucking all the little infant stoatlings on my way through. It took me a few days. Quite a few of the stoatlings had given birth, I''d sent my son out with 400 Stoatlings. There were 600 when I arrived. ¡°Hunters have been sighting the bullywugs everywhere in the forest.¡± My son reported. ¡°I think we have found their city.¡± ¡°What city?¡± I asked confused. ¡°It has stone walls and towers twenty stoatlings high.(20 meters or so)¡± My son began to explain. ¡°They have giant wooden things that go down a great river next to their city. At least ten of the wooden things appear every day.¡± ¡°Ships¡± I interrupted. ¡°The wooden things are ships.¡± ¡°Yes¡± Zeus bent his neck in supplication once more. ¡°These ships bring and take many barrels of fish and bullywugs themselves up the river as far as we have traveled and further.¡± He seemed nervous now. ¡°We estimate their numbers to be in the tens of thousands.¡± My brows furrowed as I thought. They must be trading with someone with a lot of ships and in need of freshwater fish. ¡°They are spreading out into the forest, too.¡± Zeus was speaking again. ¡°Cutting down trees and digging rows of dirt in the ground.¡± ¡°They are just starting to cut down trees around them now?¡± I interrupted. If the city was new to farming than... There must be other cities. Big cities. The thought of a trade city of Bullywugs made me shudder. He nodded. ¡°They just finished the wall of stone a few days ago. And started cutting down the forest as soon as they were done.¡± I had seen how fast the Bullywugs built things and had no doubt that Zeus was telling the truth. ¡°Keep watching them. Train and increase your population as fast as you can. I will send a skaven brood-mother and weekly rations of rabbit meat for you.¡± I said, now worried. ¡°I brought 100 Skaven to be your wives. Breed them into the thousands.¡± The Bullywugs had it easy, breeding up their numbers. They just laid eggs in a river and had the males cum on them. They could produce millions in a year. I felt stunted next to them. What could I do against potentially millions of fanatical frogmen? My horse took Morticia and I back to the home burrow. Our horses were leaking my cum all over the forest floor on our way home. 888 Day 371 888 ¡°Father, come and look at these.¡± One of my many Beastman wives waved me over to the rabbit burrow. ¡°Look at these.¡± There were 8 little hairless human fetuses nursing on their Rabbit mother. Unlike the other Hybrids, these looked completely human. They did not have and rabbit ears or tails. The only difference between them and a regular human baby was that they were as small as rabbit newborns. I lifted a male out of the little and stuffed his whole body in my mouth. I chewed and savored the flavor. Pure human deliciousness. Bluescreen chimed in [Dwarves, lvl 1] ¡°Put these in with the Skaven brood-mothers. I want them fattened up and used to skaven siblings as they grow.¡± ¡°Yes, Father.¡± My wife intoned. ¡°Let me know if any more are born like this.¡± I added. ¡°This small human form is what I was breeding for.¡± Who wants a bunch of human sized rabbit people when you can breed humans in miniature. Day 382 888 Day 378 888 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. Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. Delicious food. Plenty of good fights. An abundance of vagina. 666 Day 385 666 ¡°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. 666 Day 392 666 ¡°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. Day 399 ¡°Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. ¡° ¡°