It was dark. Almost too dark to see, save for the smoldering light of guttering braziers. Man-things needed light to see. They did not. In the dimness of the warren you could make out their hunched shapes, massed together in nervous excitement. But more than you could see them, you could smell them. Rat musk clogged your senses. The smell of wet fur, the smell of anger, the smell of fear, the smell of wet earth and blood and their foul, warpstone drugs. The ratmen chattered in their strange tongue, as they shuffled around you, jockeying amongst themselves to be the closest to you, to be the first to reach you. You think you can hear them snapping at eachother, shoving and striking, although in the darkness, you cannot be entirely sure. As you shift, you suddenly become aware of the feeling of rough, dirty cloth against skin. You're naked, and as you stretch your limbs, you find yourself on a hastily made pallet of rags, furs and whatever else passes for soft in this under-empire.

A (comparatively) massive figure steps into your vision. You can make out the impression of crested, spiked armor on his (he is surely a 'he', you can smell it) muscled form. His fur is jet black, and has a sheen to it thst could almost be called luxurious. The figure lifts up a clawed hand and snaps his fingers. "Go-go. Breed-breed." he commands.

The ratmen surge forward in a tide, hands already outstretched for you. ---‐------ Hello! Look-look! Its a Warhammer Fantasy prompt! The idea is that a human (or elf?) has been caught in the clutches of the Skaven and has been dragged back to the Under-Empire to serve alongside the brood mothers. The ratmen (probably) cannot impregnate you, but that doesn't mean they won't try! Or maybe you weren't captured, but actively sought them out? So touched by madness that you purposefully sought the little idiots out, to mate with them. This prompt falls solidly into monsterfucking, so you don't even need to strictly be into Warhammer, to enjoy it. We can discuss more details before we start, but I look forward to hearing from you!

Despite the fact that Skaven are horrible little monsters, I will still be adhering to my main hard limit for this prompt: no toilet stuff.