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Skaven experimental labs were known to be nightmarish madhouses at the best of times, but Zhulneek's workshop could be better described as a hospital straight out of purgatory.

The Master Moulder wandered the halls, basking in the dim light of warpstone artifacts and the muffled groans of her past experimentations. Usually this was enough to put her in a good mood but not today. If anything it made her more sullen.

Descended into another series of pits she mentally reviewed the procedures of the last set of testing before everything had gone so horrible wrong. The subject was comparably stable, her underlings had undergone some warpstone training, and she had personally overseen the entire affair.

Which made it all the more infuriating that all she had to show for her efforts was a giant crater, singed fur, and a pile of dead staff. She was no closer to imprisoning the Horned Rat after all these months and years of work and it was beginning to get depressing.

"Start from scratch, again..." In theory it should have worked. The dwarf-thing should have been a stable enough vessel, bathing it in the young blood of many different beings should have been a sufficient offering to placate the Lord of the World Below, prayers and chants by hired Grey Seers.

All of this for a foul smelling paste, smeared across several rooms.

She didn't remember much. Only that there was a blinding peach coloured light and by the time she had regained consciousness the offering was nowhere to be seen. Now that she had recovered the Rat-Mother could pick through the scraps and see what was salvageable.

"Welcome Mother Greatgaze. Are you good-fine now?" An underling scurried over and pressed a tablet into her paw. She mused over the notes before putting it aside.

"Where is dwarf-thing?" She scowled and walked into what they had designated as "ground zero". Even their noses found the smells to be unpleasant and the slaves were reluctant to do their tasks, even upon threat of beatings.

Wordlessly, he led the Master Moulder to the crater and simply pointed. Zhulneek paused and shuddered. Even though the area was not completely cleaned yet it was there, peeking underneath all the grime.

The Sign of the Rat.

"W-who did this?" But her minion only shrugged. Had she angered the Horned Rat? Was this a sign? A warning? Or perhaps a blessing that she was going in the right direction?

"Maybe need different thing. Dwarf-thing not rat. Maybe use beast-thing?" The henchrat pointed at his notes, "Rat-Mother no use beast yet. Use-test everything else."

Hm, that could make sense. Seeing the dwarf was just an appetizer so to speak. Perhaps everything beforehand had been one grand appetizer for the Rat God. Now she just needed to keep going, and eventually she'd have her prize.

But then the question was where does one get a random suitable beastman? She stared down and him and growled, "You so smart, where get beast-thing?" She almost smacked him in the head but he pointed up towards the surface.

"Lizard-thing fight-kill beast-thing nearby. Maybe take hostage?" That was true. She had mostly ignored them due to how busy she was with the dwarf "participant", but it was plausible that they could have taken captives.

But then how would she subdue it? Another problem to figure out. Or perhaps be solved by this strangely competent Skaven. He was trotting off to the back and soon returned with a sheaf of parchment. He pushed it into her paws and waited for further instructions.

Reading the documents the answer was obvious. Of course! How could she forget about old Skinky? Testing the effects of warpstone on other things had been an invaluable and very entertaining project. The research team quickly learned that the living usually did not like having the rocks glued to their head and lizards-things were no exception.

Still, Skinky had survived with his mind partially intact and he was usually docile. Except for the occasionally weeping and violent muscle spasms he was a perfectly good lab assistant. It appeared that they had even trained the lizard to do basic commands. All they had to do was wave a piece of warpstone in his face and away he went.

"Bring-bring Skinky!" The Ratman departed and moments later all chained up with the battered Lizardman. She vaguely remembered his scales being a green-blue hue similar to others of his species. But now it had become a dull, splotchy grey. Skinky's eyes darted back and forth but didn't focus on anything.

Handing over the test subject, her underling then bowed, and returned back to his station. She bounced the chain in her paw before addressing her new assistant.

"Hello Skinky. You help-help Zhul now, yes-yes?"

His eyes glazed over and a vein in his shoulder wouldn't stop twitching. Whatever, good enough. Without wasting anymore time she dragged him off to the surface. They had a beastman to "liberate".

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The Lizardman encampment was only a half day's walk away and they barely encountered anyone on their journey. Most civilians had long since fled, fearing for their lives as the two forces clashed.

Her informants told her that while it was clear the Lizards were winning they were also getting impatient. Based on their recent activities it looked like they planned to strike deep into the heart of Beastman territory to finish them off.

If she wanted her new test subject she would only have a day or two at most.

The unlikely pair had set up base in an abandoned inn, just a stone's throw away from where the Lizards were preparing for another attack. Skinky had been mostly well-behaved and quiet, only panicking whenever he saw something glowing.

"Look-look Skinky! I need you get beast-thing!" Zhulneek drew a crude picture of a Beastman in the floorboards being carried by an equally crude drawing of Skinky. "You bring back here, understand?"

She drew an arrow connecting the first drawing with an elaborate drawing of herself. Confident that her instructions were clear she looked up to see Skinky staring out the window while drooling.

That quickly changed when she turned his head, tapped the cheek with a piece of Warpstone, and repeated her instructions.

"YOU GET BEAST-THING, GIVE-GIVE TO ZHUL. GO!"

With a screech he broke down the inn door and ran in mostly the correct direction. Oh well, what's the worst that can happen? The Master Moulder settled down for a nap in the meantime.

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The sun had nearly set and Zhulneek was starting to get impatient as any number of things could have gone wrong. Perhaps Skinky had simply run off, maybe he got caught and was being tortured by the other Lizard-things, or it was also possible that the Beast-thing was eating the reptile right now.

Mannslieb was rising by the time the Rat-Mother was ready to give up and head home in hopes of finding a more competent lackey. But as she walked to the door of the abandoned inn two figures suddenly burst in and collapsed on the floor.

Cautiously, the Master Moulder creeped closer and to her amazement not only had Skinky survived and returned intact, but right behind him was a Beast-Thing. Wrists and ankles bound, thrice chained, completely muzzled, horns broken, AND sedated, the creature was still struggling and fighting against its bounds.

"Good job Skinky!" Zhul pranced forward to roughly pat the Lizard on the top of the head. He winced and his gaze wandered once again.

The Rat-Mother was giddy now. This was far easier than she anticipated and was done in the time it took to take a nap. She bounced from one hindpaw to the next and regarded the unlikely assistant.

"Would Skinky like reward?" No response. It was impossible to say if he didn't hear her or if he didn't believe she actually had something pleasant in store. It was then that Zhulneek decided that actions would get the reptile's attention.

Trying to recall all the augmentations that had been done to him, the Rat-Mother wrapped her arms around his waist and started to probe around. It appeared that the Lizard had a cloaca, though it was hard to say if it was his original one or if they swapped it. Did skinks usually have penises?

Ignoring this line of thought she palpated further around his belly she was delighted to find what appeared to be a clutch of eggs. The Master Moulder was giggling now! How naughty of her lab technicians to do this. The question now was could Skinky lay them?

Or could he lay them inside of her? She supposed that worst came to worst she could always just cram the eggs inside of herself afterwards. The most important thing was to get him in an egg-laying mood.

Nibbling on the inside of his neck she began sensually stroking her paws up and down his body. He seemed to enjoy it, or at least not mind. And when she inserted the first fingers into his cloaca he reflexively squeaked.

Skinky leaned into her furry body and gyrated his hips back and forth. Now he was liking this and Zhul could feel his cloaca contracting. Deciding to take a closer look she knelt down and was nearly slapped in the face by the remnants of his penis.

Oh lovely. Did Lizard-Things usually have cloacas and penises? The erection threatened to poke out her eye again and her original objective forgotten she sucked on the tiny protrusion.

As the Rat-Mother suckled she could feel the eggs inside of him pulsing. Or perhaps it was his egg sack. The cloacal opening was getting slimier and she could taste hints of its tanginess whenever she bobbed her head down.

Skinky grunted and something hard was making its way down. She reached in, ignoring the reptile's protestations and pulled out an egg the size and colour of a large opal. Soon another popped out, barely caught in time. This one resembled a small boulder in every aspect.

Fascinated by what had been percolating inside the lizard, Zhulneek almost forgot about the cock inside her mouth. It was only when he started cumming that she remembered and quickly withdrew it. Her dark fur was soon splotched with ribbons of white.

A dopey smile adorned his face and he started to withdraw only to be pulled back in for a second round. Confused but not unwilling, he allowed the Master Moulder to continue jacking him off with her paws as she tried to insert the first egg into her vagina.

"Is this how egg work?" Doing her best to relax her abdominal muscles she was having trouble getting it in more than halfway. She was doing her best to be careful, trying not to shatter it as it entered. The shell was far more smooth than she realized but was still sticking to her insides.

Frustrated, she removed it and sucked on it, hopeful that her saliva would provide more lubrication.

Another squeal and Skinky was quickly painting her arm with more sticky streams of lizard cum. The Rat-Mother watched the final dying spurts before rolling the egg into the semen and trying for another reinsertion.

This time she found success and immediately attempted to shove the next egg in. The Lizardman was making a more determined effort to escape but no matter how much he squirmed he couldn't escape her literal grasp.

Egg number two was being even less cooperative. The shell was far more rigid though, allowing her to be far more forceful. Zhul could definitely feel the pressure inside her abdomen and breathing was starting to get a little more difficult.

With both eggs nestled snugly inside she proceeded to attempt milking another egg out. Pressing her snout against his cloaca she intimately explored with her nose and tongue. His damp, semi-erect penis lay across her forehead and she continued trying to coax out her prize.

When that was working too slowly she resorted to massaging his gut simultaneously. With a gurgle he forced another egg into the Master Moulder's mouth. Doing her best not to accidentally crush it with her teeth she spat it out onto her hand only to realize another egg was on its way.

"I want you help-help me." Zhulneek handed the eggs to him, lay down, and spread her legs. The reptile looked confused again but with a little guidance he was soon sticking eggs deep inside.

She was feeling uncomfortably full now. The first entries had pushed through her cervix already and were resting in what she could only assume was her borrowed uterus. Pressing down on her lumpy belly she snickered at how similar it felt to Skinky's.

Speaking of, he was losing focus. The Lizard-thing was daydreaming again and had even broken one of the eggs. Strings of yolk were dripping through his claws as his dopey face watched the transit of Mannslieb through the ceiling cracks.

"Pay attention Skinky!" The Rat-Mother pushed him on his back and that snapped him back to reality as the remaining eggs scattered or broke around them. His lip was trembling as she loomed over his body.

"Oh Skinky, you like-like this?" If that's how she wanted to describe his fear boner so be it, but he was currently harder than he had been so far. The reptile was stammering now, unable to properly speak as Zhul wondered what it would be like to fuck with a womb full of eggs.

Only one way to find out.

Dropping onto Skinky's erection he howled as his dick slammed into the eggs piled up inside of her. She wasn't sure if she'd describe the sensation as pleasant but it was certainly unique, and that had some merit.

The lizard was writhing underneath, trying to desperately get free. But the Master Moulder wasn't done and trapped him with her sheer weight. Bouncing relentlessly she was desperate to get some pleasure out of the experience.

"Hurry and cum! Need fertilize egg!" That sounded like a reasonable excuse for raping the reptile. He was wheezing as his pitiful attempts at pushing her off were getting weaker and weaker.

His legs tensed up and with a screech Zhulneek was finally rewarded with a warm spray of watery semen. Skinky was whimpering as she cooed. Would this help the eggs develop? Only one way to find out.

"We go home now Skinky." Lifting him to his feet, the Beast-thing's chains were thrust in his hands and they started the trek back to the labs.

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They barely stepped into the burrow before Skinky scampered off into one of the many tunnels leaving Zhulneek alone with the Beast-thing. The tranquilizers had slowly worn off during the trip and it had become more unruly with each step.

By the end it had been able to bully his lizard captor around with a great amount of ease. The poor reptile had found himself tripped into the ground or nicked in the back on more than one occasion.

Eventually the Rat-Mother had to take hold of the new test subject herself and force it into submission. Which meant beating the stupid creature every time it so much as tugged or snarled.

Its broken horns scrapped against the low ceilings leading down to the lab. A creature this size was never meant to have come down here but the Master Moulder was nothing if not unorthodox in her practices.

Before she went down to begin experimentation though she needed to make a quick pitstop. Once she had beaten the Beastman unconscious and was certain it wouldn't escape she trotted off to the holding cells.

"Hello Elf-thing. How are you?" It didn't respond. Possibly because it didn't have ears anymore. Or eyes. It did have a mouth though so it was being very rude right now.

Ignoring the Elf's lack of manners, Zhul dug her fingers into her lower torso and ripped it open. She then proceeded to reach in and tear the uterus out. Or was it an egg sack now? It was still very lumpy from all the foreign objects placed inside but they would probably hatch. After all, Skinky helped fertilize them.

"You want be Mother? Now you can. We trade." One thick slash was applied to the Elf's abdomen but the screaming did nothing to slow the Master Moulder's procedure. Within seconds its womb had been conveniently removed and replaced. And a minute later the incision had been crudely stitched back up.

"Please give Zhul egg-elf-lizard baby, or else I take tongue. Ok?" No response but she didn't care. The Skaven was too busy stuffing her new organs inside herself. The job half-complete she went to retrieve the Beast-thing only to find someone else waiting there for her.

"Welcome back Mother Greatgaze, hunting go well?" It was her suspiciously competent underling, returning to grovel at her paws.

"Yes, Skinky very useful. Find good Beast-thing!" She yanked on its chain and it growled as intimidatingly as it could through its muzzle. "We begin work now! Get tools!"

Other lab assistants scurried around to string the latest victim up where they could easily access its body. Entire trays of wicked looking instruments gleamed in the warpstone light as tiny hands set about sharpening them.

Diagrams and posters of previous experiments were plastered on every available surface, each handwritten in scratchy queekish runes. The Beastman went very quiet and still for a moment as it slowly realized what was about to happen.

"Begin operation!" A filthy syringe was stabbed into its thigh and the murky peach-coloured fluid within was quickly drained. More needles punctured its grimy skin as it howled, struggling in vain. It was frothing at the mouth while patches of flesh bubbled under the skin or rapidly changed colour.

The Master Moulder circled the squirming Beast-thing. She could barely control her excitement having never operated on such a specimen before. Not alive anyways, and certainly not in one mostly whole piece.

Warpstone scalpel in paw she wanted to stab in and immediately begin examining its guts. But past experiences had taught her that this usually resulted in a dead subject very quickly. No, she needed to be patient if she wanted this Beastman to last.

Turning her attentions upwards, the Rat-Mother examined the least broken of its horns and decided that a sample might be useful. The Horned Rat obviously had horns and it made sense that it would prefer to inhabit the body of a similar horned creature.

Nodding to herself she stabbed into its skull and dug. Ignoring its screeches of pain, she chastised her assistants, ordering them to inject further tranquilizers in and find more chains. It was difficult to operate with such an unruly subject.

Finally she sliced through the final nodules of connective tissues and the horn plopped off its head. It was placed onto a tray and transferred to a different working station for later study. Wiping a bloodied paw against the Beast-thing's fur, Zhulneek contemplated her next steps.

"Open eyes. OPEN EYES!" Bashing the butt of her knife against its skull she tried to force its eyelids open but to no avail. Was its face too swollen? Maybe it didn't have eyes anymore. But it was likely just being stupid. All other creatures other than Skaven were stupid after all.

"Bring needle and thread. I help you open." A rusty tool was passed to her with some wire filament. Peeling back what she perceived to be the eyelid she stabbed through and yanked back before tying everything down to a nearby horn.

Hmm... No good. This eye was indeed completely bashed in. All the fluid in it had long since been drained out. Good thing most things had two eyes and she rotated it around so she wouldn't need to lean over.

Same procedure. Eyelid pulled back, stab, pull, secure. This eye was in slightly better shape, having retained most of its structure but more importantly all of its fluid. The Beastman's pupils were darting all over the place unable to focus on anything, even as the blade severed the muscles holding it.

The Master Moulder examined it from all angles, even licking the blood off. Not sure what she would do with this, but the infamous Throt used Warpstone in one of his eye sockets. Why not use two?

Depositing the organ into a tube she traded it for several hunks of crystal. Zhul played with various pieces in her paws as she contemplated what would be the best way to use it. She supposed it didn't matter, so long as it connected to the ocular nerve.

Nodding to herself she picked the roundest one and started jamming it into the spare socket. Her next step was to request a stronger muzzle because the Beast-thing had screamed so loud that it ripped through the fasteners.

Taking a moment to sew its maw shut, a more durable restraint was procured and the Rat-Mother continued her work. For the second receptacle there was still an eye inside, albeit, damaged beyond usage.

She could take the time and effort to remove it first. Or she could find the pointiest shard of Warpstone and skewer everything on the way in. The choice was clear and she even stopped to sharpen it.

"Beast-thing should be grateful! Zhul is being considerate!" No response. She sighed, all so rude. Why did she even bother?

Its screeches were muffled as the new eye was inserted. Looking good so far. Heh, looking good. Still, she wasn't sure what it was seeing, or if it could even see. But that's what experiments were for.

Satisfied with her handiwork on its head she turned her attention downward. She wrinkled her nose at the new stench that was wafting up and realized that the test subject had defecated itself.

"Why you mark lab?! This Zhulneek lab not Beast-thing lab!" Enraged at its display she found a new holster for her scalpel in its buttocks. Still, the fecal matter of a Beastman could potentially be useful and she ordered that it be scooped up for later.

But now the fun could begin. Except that her knife had gone missing. Frustrated that she couldn't find her tools she demanded a new one so she could begin her vivisection in earnest.

That is, until she noticed how large the bulge under its loincloth was.

Deciding to delay the impromptu surgery she instead nicked the edges of the scrap that constituted for its clothing and it fluttered limply to the ground. The Master Moulder couldn't help but gasp at the size of its dick, easily the length and girth of her forearm.

She poked and prodded at the genitals with a nail. It appeared that the stupid thing had also decided to mark her beautiful lab with its putrid urine. And worst of all, there wasn't any way to collect the puddles on the floor as they had already formed a thick sludge.

Bodily fluids could be collected later, right now she was preoccupied. Cupping one of the hairy testicles she continued to marvel at its heft. Each one was as large as her fist and it appeared to be liking her touch as the penis went from flaccid to semi-erect.

The Rat-Mother took a step back and tapped the scalpel to her cheek. She had been working very hard, and she didn't have any fresh samples of Beastmen semen left. Therefore, the logical and most efficient thing to do would be to harvest some right here, right now.

Gesturing for her staff to lift their victim higher, it soon found itself hoisted upwards so that its groin was about level with Zhul's face. From this position she could better examine it and determine the best course of action.

Its cock was absolutely filthy. Strings of grime and dirt were caked in its pubic fur and the smell of stale urine permeated the air around it. This was not going in her mouth, probably. Her paws would be sufficient.

But she needed a place to store her knife. Fortunately someone had the good sense to treat its butt as an impromptu knife block. There was already one there so she jabbed her current one in so that they were together. Now there wasn't any way she could forget or misplace them.

Back to the Beastman cock. She stared at it completely confused. Did it like being poked in the butt? Maybe that's why it was now completely erect. The Rat Mother shook her head, non-Skaven were always full of bizarre surprises.

Gripping the hairy shaft with both her paws she jerked it off with an increasingly erratic pace. She was being a professional right now, this was in no way for any form of personal enjoyment. The sooner this test subject ejaculated the sooner they could proceed with the rest of the experiment.

The penis twitched once, and then again. But still no cum. There was plenty of salty precum leaking all over the place and while it was providing plenty of lubrication the Master Moulder was growing impatient. She wondered if there was a more efficient way to do this because her arms were getting tired.

Calling for the nearest assistant to come forward, they had the unpleasant task of massaging its massive testicles. When it became apparent that this was too difficult a second Ratman was summoned so that each would get a testicle to themselves.

It seemed to be working and she readied a container. Beast-things orgasms could be best described as explosive and she wanted to be ready. It was breathing in a frantic manner and was also drooling everywhere, clearly a sign that it was having a good time.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to collect a saliva specimen too. But Zhulneek's train of thought would be interrupted by a creamy geyser firing off over her shoulder. Scrambling to get the jar over the cock the two other Skaven continued to coax out as much semen as possible.

Hm, pungent. Very pungent. And far more viscous than the cum of other things. She put the jar down and wiped her mouth. With that out of the way she could now properly conduct the ritual.

Taking a fresh scalpel from a tray Zhul sliced into its side and began prying its ribcage open. Already she could see the heaving of its lungs and tucked underneath was a beating heart. It was being such a good sacrifice that she decided to reward it by giving it a little kiss on the closest organ to her.

Her surviving Grey Seers had been dragged out and were reluctantly assembling an impromptu mass. Ratslaves were chained to warpstone obelisks and sacrificed to allow for runes to be drawn with their still warm blood.

In an attempt to make her vessel more acceptable to the Horned Rat she had taken the liberty of getting a number of body parts carved out of Warpstone. The first to arrive was the replacement horn. With careful aim she stabbed it into its skull to affix it in place.

Next was a chunk approximately the shape of a liver. She reached in the body cavity and fished about and removed its spleen. Eh, close enough. She doubted the Rat God would care, so long as her intentions were well-meaning.

And then there was the question of its genitals. If she swapped the penis out she doubted that fucking a piece of crystal would be very pleasurable. In the end she settled for a pseudo-vasectomy.

Slashing into its scrotum she removed a single testicle and replaced it with an orb of warpstone. Quickly sewing it back up she marvelled again, this time at how the glow seeped through the skin.

Was she forgetting anything? Vessel alive, check. Warpstone augments, check. Live sacrifices, check. Grey Seers, check. Hmmm... Something didn't seem quite right and she didn't know what.

As she stood there lost in thought the rest of the ritual details were touched up. The Beastman's fur was now slathered in the blood as more sacrifices were lugged forward. An effigy of the Horned Rat was being assembled in the background. And so many runes were being scratched into the walls and surrounding surfaces.

This was it. If this didn't work she was completely out of ideas. Swapping out her knife for a more substantial dagger she approached the Beast-thing. She wasn't sure if it had finally learned to see with its new eyes or if it could detect her presence with some animal instinct.

It lowered its head and snarled in her general direction. Good, it still had some fight in it. The more it struggled and bled, the better the chances of it being a worthy receptacle for her God. The Master Moulder swiftly snipped off its muzzle so that it could scream along with the chanting of their ritual.

And roar it did. In pain, in anger, and in hate. She wanted to slap herself for not considering a Beast-thing for being the perfect candidate sooner. It made perfect sense now that she was so close to fulfilling her dream.

The prayers were becoming deafening to the point where even its screeching was just a mere whisper. The laboratory had become a cacophony of wailing and one of the priests had lit several fires. Foul smelling smoke poured out in every colour imaginable.

She took a deep breath, raised the knife above her head, and plunged it straight down.