[Features: Skaven (Rat people, women in this case), amazonians, virgin man, femdom, rape, noncon, tied down and used, etc.]

In a certain universe, on a certain planet, on a certain continent. A land yet to embrace technology but steady strides were being made. However, they had something rare and precious even in the multiverse. Magic. Sadly, magic was rare, uncommon, and worse, often horrendous. The current kingdom had banished it to the farthest corners and repressed all that it could be. They feared it, worried about what it could bring to them.

But for Marcus, none of that mattered.

“Master Marcus, we’re entering the Jungle now.”

At those words, Marcus couldn’t resist a beat going through his heart. The Jungle. He’d heard about it all his life. After all, he didn’t live that far from it. He grew up right on the edges and his family would often travel through it. Still, he himself had never been. But… things were different now! He had finally become of age and could start participating in his family business! Currently, he was traveling with his trusty steward, his guards, and a few wagons worth of supplies. He wasn’t too worried but…

It was still The Jungle.

There were so many tales and legends about it. Legends of a plague that could ravish the whole kingdom, of swamp like monsters and creatures that drove the mind mad, to even talks of lost tribes separated long ago! And those were only the legends always told. In recent times, he’d started hearing news about something else entirely. Something that had made his father and mother triple his guard in a moment’s notice.

The Skaven.

Marcus… had never seen a Skaven. But he knew what they were. He’d heard of them. Odd, humanoid rodents! His Father often talked about them, when he went to Bulmark city on the other side of the Jungle. Ugly, disgusting creatures his father had said. With a rodents faces, fur, and tail, but 5 feet tall and walked like a man! Apparently, a few had been seen in the Jungle recently. Marcus didn’t understand why that was a bad thing but his father had quickly corrected him.

‘Why? Why? Those dirty rat bastards are surely planning an ambush on some unexpecting merchants! Well it won’t be our family, you hear me?’

Marcus had to shake his head at the memories. His father could certainly be… dramatic. Though he’d never say that to his face. He still had a lot to live for, after all. Still, Marcus was young and his father had told him many times… young men have to seek out danger! But with precautions. It had always stuck with him, because it was so different than anything else his worry wart and dramatic father usually said. But he’d always explain if asked:

‘Young men get themselves killed looking for danger! All the time. They join wars, leave without protection, have sex with a woman above their means. They only learn with a few good smacks from the world but that’s only if they survive! So yes, Marcus, a young man must seek danger but be able to survive after they find it!’

Thus, the tripling of the guards. And Marcus had to admit… his father may have had a point in a way. He felt excited, excited in a way he’d never felt before. He was in The Jungle where legends and stories and myths abound! Where danger could be around every corner! Part of him, admittedly, felt afraid but most of him… most of him just felt the wind through his hair, the sun on his skin, his heart pounding as his blood flowed. He could already tell.,

This was going to be a journey to remember!

****

“Sisters, are we ready?” Kial asked.

Kittar nodded. “I have divined it. It must be the merchant boy.”

Trot grimaced. “That will make things far more dangerous for our tribe, both before and after.”

Kittar waved her off.

“I have already divined as much as I could. This is the best option available to us if we wish to accomplish our goals.”

At that, not just the three sisters, but all of ‘Sisters’ sighed at that. They had traveled very far across the jungle, getting closer than they would usually dare to the roads going through it. They would need to be quick and precise, otherwise deaths could arise.

Kial nodded, giving the order.

“Go.”

****

Marcus woke up, feeling good. He’d been in the jungle for a few weeks now and the guards were slightly more vigilant for some reason. He caught more than a few words of ‘feels off’ and he had to admit, it was starting to get to him too.

Still, it was exciting in its own way. Marcus wasn’t a fool, he made sure to keep a sword at his side and guards around him. But the unknown had always fascinating him. He lived right next to a world of mystery and had never had the chance to explore it, after all.

Still, the last few weeks had rubbed that excitement down a bit. There’d been… nothing. No monsters, no magic, just annoying insects and a sun that had grown far too hot. He was use to the temperature but for some reason the jungle seemed to increase the humidity while inside. He had already sweated through at least one pair of clothes that now stunk. He was more than happy to be a merchant but… perhaps he should invest in some different garments the next time he travels through this region. Less clothing, that was it! Then he would just swap to a more professional outfit as he neared the city. No doubt his father had already thought of that and was having him learn his lesson the hard way.

And with such thoughts, their journey continued. He walked out to the front of the cart, their family never having bothered with carriages of all things for people. It simply wasn’t in their blood. What was the point of a journey without feeling the elements?

“Master Marcus, how are you?” His trust steward, Glenn, asked.

“I’m doing wonderful! This has been a great journey so far. Though… if I am to be quite honest, I was hoping for something more eventful.”

Glenn, wrinkles on his face, chuckled.

“I would instead hope not, Master Marcus. Eventful things in The Jungle often mean danger. And I wish to live for all I have left.”

Marcus chuckled.

“I suppose so. Still, I can’t help but wish that something woul-”

At that moment, a dart blossomed in Glenn’s neck. Marcus’s eyes went wide before-

“Attack! We’re under attack!”

“Protect the merchant!”

“It’s… Skaven?!”

Marcus turned, but it was like slow motion. He glanced around but couldn’t believe his eyes. There were… Skaven! Not just any skaven, but ones hardly dressed, attacking with bow and spear! He guffawed, eyes disbelieving. This-! They were under attack?!

He turned back to Glenn, fallen on the ground but eyes still watching him, mouths trying to form words, a dart in his neck. Marcus was trembling, seeing a friend he’d known for so long laid low, when-

Pain. A prick of pain. He tried to raise an arm up but… he began to fall. He hit the ground but already… he couldn’t feel the impact. He couldn’t move. His breathing started to get faster as his fear skyrocketed but then, against his will, began to slow down.

‘Am I… going to die?’

He stared into Glenn’s eyes, seeing fear radiating there too. Something grabbed him and he was lifted into the air. The last sight he saw was his caravan getting smaller as his vision went dark.

****

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

A sound came back first. It felt like a drum to his ears, covered in cloth. Sluggish darkness, exhaustion, and… cold. Uncomfortable cold, for some reason.

The minutes ticked by, mind slowly coming to. Shrugging off the exhaustion. Still, it took a while.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Eyes fluttered, blood began to move, mind began to stir.

“He’s waking up.” A voice said, floating through the ethereal.

Marcus groaned but it was true. He was beginning to wake up. He felt like he had that one time he’d asked to try some of his father’s liquor. The hang over had left him feeling awful and he felt reminiscent of those times.

His father, merchant, caravan, Glenn.

The Attack.

Marcus’s eyes shot open and the sight that greeted him… was a cave’s ceiling. He tried to move, to sit up… and quickly found he couldn’t. His eyes travel to his left and right, seeing rope tying him down, spreading him arms out.

He lifted his head and-

His jaw dropped in shock. Why was he naked?!

It was true, all of Marcus’s clothes were gone. And not just his arms were tied, but his legs were as well. He quickly tried to struggle, to sit up, but he was tied down tight, unable to move. He felt a cold uncomfortable chill from the stone.

“Good, you’re awake.”

Marcus heard that and his heart froze. The words were said but… they had a tone. As if they hadn’t exactly moved through human lips. He quickly snapped his head to the voice and his eyes widened.

Standing in front of him, nearly but not quite identical, at least to his eyes, were three Skaven. But not just any. He’d heard from his father about some of the Skaven living in Bulmark city. Shirt, dirty, scavengers. Not much different from actual rats. These? These were nothing like that.

They were tall, taller than Marcus by a good head at least. Fit as well. He’d seen bodies like that, true, but on guards or trained warriors. Hardly ever on a woman and never on a rat person. One of the things that most surprised him was that the fur was slick, looking far more like a slick skin than ratty fur itself. And hair! His father… had never mentioned Skaven had hair. Yet it… did not look incorrect, which only proceeded to surprise him more. But the rat features… were undeniable.

Face that of a rat, red eyes, black fur, hands and odd feet unlike a humans. And yet despite all that… they were still oh so human. Hair, a smile on their lips, standing upright and… breasts. His father had clearly failed to mention many, many things about them.

Most disturbing of all, however… why were they naked?!

He’d seen a few of them in the attack, similarly black furred, but they had at least a few pieces of cloth on! He could see their strong and well toned bodies with ease, in all their nudity. He felt something within him stir at the sight and he was… not comfortable with that feeling.

“Young.” One of them called out.

“It could not be helped.” Another followed. “We required a virgin for it to work.”

A virgin? Marcus flushed a little. And then his heart began to freeze. Marcus wasn’t an idiot or stupid. He was naked, a virgin, tied down to a stone…

A sacrifice. They were going to kill him and sacrifice him.

“Wait! My father, he can pay you!” Marcus quickly called out.

All three women, as they were definitely, definitely women, looked at him… and then began to laugh.

“Did you hear that Trot? He wishes to pay us.” One called out.

“Yes Kittar, I did hear. How amusing.”

Marcus only felt his fear grow stronger. His mind spun, as he tried to think of a way to survive. Threats probably wouldn’t work, they’d already attacked them! And clearly won or at least made it out alive. They clearly didn’t care about his father’s money either!

“There is no need for this. My father has many weapon, tools, and armor! A trade can be made. I am more valuable alive than dead.”

Their laughter ceased and the one in front tilted her head.

“Hmm. I see. You are mistaken. We are not going to kill you.”

Marcus mind felt like it crashed. What? If they weren’t going to kill him then… what were they doing?

The Skaven walked closer to him and only now could he truly tell just how much taller she was than him. She loomed over him, and he felt fear begin to rise as well as that uncomfortable feeling from before. He shouted at one and tried to suppress the other. Neither were things he wished to feel right now. It hardly helped, despite his best efforts.

The Skaven women leaned her hand down, pressing on the stone and-

Marcus gasped. The reason was apparent. The stone below him… began to light up! Light up in a sickly earthly green. And even more than that… he could feel it. Feel it seeping into him. Magic!

“You were right. You are far more valuable alive than dead.”

****

Marcus’s pupils shook and terror now coated his bones. Magic, Magic was outlawed because it was dangerous. Inhuman! It did things no mortal mind could ever believe. It was not something anyone but the King and his men dabbled in and even then! Even they, in their clear need and ultimate power, did not stray too far down the path.

And yet here he was, strapped down while feeling it touch him. Change and Warp him.

“W-W-What are you doing to me?” His words came out in a stuttered mess but… he had to know!

“Ah, motivation. It would be good for you to know.” The Skaven woman stepped back to her… sisters?

“Before that, let me introduce ourselves. I am Kial, leader of this tribe. This is Kittar and Trot. Do not get it wrong Marcus, we mean you no harm.”

“You… know my name?”

She nodded.

“Yes, we have paid close attention to you. You are necessary in order for our goal to be completed.”

Marcus frowned. Goal? What goal? What did it have to do with him?!

“What are you talking about?”

Kial smiled.

“Listen well. You more than most probably do not know this but, in The Jungle, there are many Skaven tribes. We often battle and fight among ourselves, away from your lands and your roads. We seek no quarrel with you most of the time. We all know that to do so while fractured would only be to invite death. However… there is the problem.”

She grimaced.

“We can not unify. Skaven males… they are not like males of other races. They are brutal, vicious, and conniving. Even those traits would perhaps not be as bad, many manthings are the same, but it is all male Skaven. Something about their very blood causes them to fight and scheme and be twisted. Loyalty being a concept they bear to no one, not even family. It is a cursed quirk of our very being. And a tribe can exist without males but we can not unify without them. As is, we are doomed to fight amongst ourselves forever, as it has always been.”

Marcus frowned. That did sound pretty awful for them but…

“I don’t mean to sound callous but… what does that have to do with me?”

Another one, Trot, spoke up.

“Oh don’t worry pretty little boy. It has quite a lot to do with you.”

Marcus felt like he’d just gotten smacked in the face by words. Pretty little boy? What?! He was a grown man! I mean, sure, there was a little more growing to do but still! He was of age! And pretty?! What?

Kial gave her sister a look, before continuing to explain.

“You are vital for this to all end. With you alone, you will help unite our whole race.”

Twice! Marcus felt like he’d been smacked with words twice!

“ME?! But I’m no… ruler! Especially no ruler of Skaven.”

Kial chuckled.

“No. No you are not. And that is not what I meant. What you currently rest on, is the Altar of Vigomena. However, I believe the manthings have another word for it in your tongue.

“Warpstone.”

Marcus barely heard the word before he frantically began trying to tear himself away. A WARPSTONE?! NO NO NO NO. There had been three warpstones in history and they all did the exact same thing: Cause a calamity. They didn’t just make magic, they had a specific magic effect that endlessly poured it out. The other three had been destroyed after nearly dooming the continent in ages past.

AND THEY HAD TIED HIM TO ONE?!

“Are you crazy?!”

All three burst out laughing.

“Worry not. The Altar of Vigomena has a very simple, harmless effect. It has been used for great help in our race's proliferation and especially our own tribe. It increases fertility. That is it.”

Fertility? Marcus glanced down at himself and-

His mind blanked. Slowly, mechanically, he looked up at the three women. The three, naked, Skaven women.

“...nooo.”

Their smiles got wider.

“No no no! No, what, no! No. You can’t be… no way! No!”

They couldn’t, they couldn’t really mean that… right?! Right?!

“With your virgin seed and our virgin bodies, we hope to amplify the power of the stone to create a new mixed race. Hybrids they may be, yes, but if they inherit the loyalty of manthings to their birth mothers, our race will finally unify! Not to mention having the strength of the Skaven. Even if we must become other than Skaven to accomplish it, it shall be better than continuing as we have! You shall usher in the new age of our race. We shall unite the tribes and finally end this pointless infighting and bloodshed.”

“Y-Y-you, that…”

What was Marcus even supposed to think?! They wanted… to do THAT with him?! What?! No way!

“Um, that, I… am happy you all feel the way b-but I’m going to have to say no. I’m sure there’s someone out there for you though that is willing to help out!”

Kial walked right up to him and then ran one of her rat hands down his leg. He shivered, feeling her inhuman fingers touch him, feeling as they rubbed against him. Multiple feelings ran wild and chaotic though him at that.

“Oh Marcus, you have no say in this. Not to worry, we’ll make sure to take good care of you.”

Kial smiled and her hand approached a certain part of him. He tried to struggle, to escape the ropes but it didn’t matter. She was getting closer and-

“Hey!” Trot called out. “I wanna go first! Me me me!”

Kial let out a long suffering sigh.

“Hey, I found him. I believe I should go first.” Kittar said.

Kial rat her hands down her face.

“I am the Chief and so I am going first.” She said.

“What? No fair!” Trot replied back.

Marcus watched, feeling some of his nerves die down, as he saw three Skaven women fight over… which one them would have sex with him first. He could scarcely believe his eyes. The cold stone and annoying feel of the ropes were the only thing telling him this wasn’t some weird dream he was having.

“Enough! I have spoken. There is no need for us to all go on the same day. Continue arguing and I’ll make sure you both have to wait a week!” Kial said.

The other two instantly shut up and just glared at her. With that matter dealt with, she turned back to Marcus. Marcus suddenly had a terrible feeling.

“Wait, wait, wait-!”

But it didn’t matter what Marcus said or how much he struggled. Soon, Kial got closer and reached out her hands to his groin. Marcus tried to struggle more but-

“Ah!”

He looked down at what he’d already felt. Kial was grabbing his balls in one hand and his cock in another. He could feel the hands, so unlike human hands, wrapping around him. A shiver ran through him at her touch. He, He’d never felt so vulnerable before. He still tried to struggle but it was pointless and his heart was being so fast. He could feel her, feel her starting to rub her fingers against him, feel-

“Ah.” 

A low groan came out of Marcus’s mouth as he felt Kial begin to stroke his cock. He tried to resist, to ignore it, but he could feel her. Feel her hand going up and down, squeezing him, playing with his dick. Despite his struggles, they were meaningless. Soon… his cock began to rise.

“No!”

But he was a slave to his own biology. His cock became erect, hard, standing at attention. He could feel adrenaline and pleasure coursing up his body, spreading into his mind. He couldn’t stop it.

“Perfect.” Kial said.

Then she stopped. Before Marcus could even be relieved by that… she got on top of him. Marcus eye’s grew wide, as he felt her weight, her knees on top of his legs, her hands on his chest… and her vagina right above him cock.

“Wai- Ah~” 

Marcus’s protests turned into a moan, as Kial ignored him, falling down on top of him. He felt as he slipped inside her, as her vagina swallowed his dick whole. He couldn’t help but let out a moan as he felt her insides caress him, as he felt his dick get warm and wet, as pleasure unlike anything he’d felt before begin to crawl up his spine and body, slipping right into his brain.

But it wasn’t over. No, it had barely started. The second her vagina smashed into his groin, she began to slowly rise back up. She was tight and Marcus could feel it as she clamped down and pulled up with her whole body. In a way, Marcus felt like he had been electrocuted by pleasure as the feeling smashed into his mind. But he wasn’t the only one experiencing new things.

“Ahh. So, this is how it feels. Wonderful.” Kial said with a smile.

Marcus felt as her hands gripped him harder, as her tail wrapped around his leg, and as she pistoned her body down, slowly going up and down his cock. Marcus’s pants and moan began to fill the air, mixing with the slight panting and grunts of Kial, as she began to go faster. It felt like he was being grown down by a windmills press. Up, and down, up, and down. Over and over again. Slowly, solidly, unrelenting. He struggled, but his mind was blank. The pleasure had filled his whole body as he was ground down and fucked. He felt a sensation bubbling up inside him, like a volcano, and his resistance… was futile.

He couldn’t hold back anymore and soon, he felt washed away, as he came deep inside Kial. The stone beneath him glowed green, as his dick suddenly felt like it was being squeezed in a vice, as Kial orgasmed with him. His back arched as he felt himself unleash inside her, coating her insides.

He laid back down on the stone, panting. He groaned again, as he felt the weight of Kial slowly, achingly slowly, begin to get off him.

“Awesome!” Trot nearly yelled out.

Marcus opened his eyes wide, glancing to his left where two Skaven were still standing naked. His first thought wasn’t even about more people were in line to have sex with him. No, Marcus was still young. His first thought was…

‘People… saw me!’

A red blush began to creep up his body, even as his mind felt utterly relaxed. He felt good. Good in a way he’d never felt before. It was an odd mix, as he lay there on top of a stone, catching his breath. It only lasted a moment though, as soon, another Skaven stepped forward. This one was… Kittar?

Marcus’s eyes opened wide as he realized the implication. Pantingly, he spoke out.

“W…wait. Nooo…”

However, his words fell on deaf ears as Kittar reached out and grabbed his wet sensitive cock. He let out a groan between pleasure and pain, rising in pitch as she began stroking.

“S-stop! Stop!” He cried out, to no avail.

“No fair!” Trot said. “I wanted to go next!”

“You shall have to wait.” Kittar said with a smile, while Kial sat nearby, relaxing after having sex.

Marcus felt like his cock would drive him insane when… the stone lit up. Suddenly, he felt the slightest amount of vigor, as his cock rose back up. He stared at in Kittar’s hands, eyes going wide. The implications were not lost on him and suddenly, a hint of fear could be seen in his visage.

“Wait! Stop! Please! I don’t want to do this!” He called out, grunting as Kittar continued stroking.

Soon, he was having deja vu, as another Skaven woman got on top of him. His eyes nearly popped out, however, when instead of merely riding on top of him, Kittar opted to get… closer. She pressed his dick down towards him stomach and laid on top of him, in a missionary position.

Suddenly, her face was only inches from his own, her breasts were against his chest and he could feel her pussy’s warmth right next to his cock. He could feel quite a lot of things. Suddenly… everything felt more… personal.

“Cute.” Was all Kittar said, before using her tail to wrap around his cock and shove it inside her.

Marcus groaned at the feeling, feeling his sensitive cock being consumed again. He cried out, as Kittar began to push herself forward and back, sliding up and down his cock, sliding her whole furry body up and down him. He could feel her, feel her arms and hands wrap around his body, her breathing and panting and light moans, feel her tail wrap lightly around his leg. His breath grew heavy faster, the pleasure spiked, and he felt those emotions inside him from before grow and burst. It was just so… intimate. Kial was like an obligation or duty but Kittar felt like… he dared not say love, passion maybe? Romance perhaps of a sort.

Feeling her coiled and wrapped around him, slowly fucking him with a kind of romance, it was only his sensitive cock that prevented him from coming early. It was slow and… a traitorous part inside him couldn’t deny how much he wanted and enjoyed this, how attractive he found Kittar right now, seeing her face so close to his.

When he came this time, it was less an explosion and more a peaceful release that had him closing his eyes and breathing out strongly, shuddering, feeling Kittar’s body shudder with him. He looked into her eyes, saw her smile, and his heart skipped a beat. In many ways… it was worse than Kial, as his own heart had begun to betray him.

Still, after a moment, Kittar rose, getting off him. Marcus felt… exhausted. His whole body ached a little and he could not possibly-

“My turn!” Trot called, quickly grabbing his cock and-

“AHHH!”

Rapidly, she began stroking his cock, gripping it tightly. Marcus flailed like a fish, feeling his dick practically scream at him. Too much! It was too much! A green glow took place, and suddenly his falling cock was up and ready again, but the sensitivity didn’t lessen.

He stared in true terror, as he Trot lift herself up with one hand, falling right on top of-

“AHHH!~”

Pain mixed with pleasure in the extreme. Her tight pussy causing his dick to feel like it was on fire from the sensations. It was too intense, way too intense. His back arched and he struggled with a ferocity this time, only calming down a little as Trot remained unmoving.

Trot, for her part, let out a deep satisfied sound, like she had just had a big meal.

“Yes, yessss! This feels so good!”

With those words said, Marcus’s mind blanked out and grunts were pulled out him as Trot began to move. He grit his teeth, enduring but…

“Like this!” Trot said.

Suddenly, he realized his dick was not the only sensitive part to him, as he felt Trot wrap her tail around his balls. He struggled, fiercely trying to get out of his ropes now, as Trot began to move. It was the same position of Kial but the intensity… was all different. There was no slow and steady falling. She hopped up and down, quickly. She moved rapidly, practically throwing her body up and down as fast as possible.

Marcus’s mind didn’t even have time to be blank before he was practically screaming at the too intense sensation. His cock felt like it was crying out as it was mericelessly gripped, throttled, choked, and slammed down upon. Over and over and over.

Marcus felt like he would go insane, before he finally felt him dick practically explode, unleashing his load inside Trot. The feeling and sensitivity reached a fever pitch, as Trot slowed down, feeling his cum soak into her.

Minutes passed, his breathing heavy, before he felt movement that sent a groan through him. But at least Trot was-

“Alright, I get to go first this time! So it’s my turn again!”

Marcus eyes were now pits of despair, as Trot did rise… only to fall down again, slowly building up steam, as a green glow made his cock begin to rise once again.

“NOOOOO!” Marcus screamed, echoing throughout the cave and into The Jungle beyond.

****

A new stir was happening in the kingdom of Jaxst. It has been many years sent an influential merchant’s son was lost in The Jungle. Many missions to find him was sent out, but none ever could. Many Skaven tribes in The Jungle were attacked but none ever claimed to have him, and resistance was fierce.

Since that incident, and the resulting losses the ‘War of The Jungle’ brought, none dared to venture too deep. Skaven tribes were known before, but now they were feared after such devastating losses.

Many years had passed since that small incident, but now something that concerned even the kingdom had appeared. A new species of Skaven seemed to have arisen and the disparate tribes had unified. Now, led by three Amazon Matriarchs who seemed to have birthed many of the new Skaven, a kingdom was forming in The Jungle.

For the residents nearby though, they’d reported sightings of a certain man, seen playing with the young new Skaven, always followed closely by the three matriarchs.