" 'Es kunnin, see?" 'EadKrusha pointed a meaty green finger at the pink tail of a coal furred Gutter Runner speeding past the human and orc watching the game from the team bench towards the goal. Crowds cheered and jeered as the Voltspark Vermin scored another point. Wilfried sighed "Er, yes, yes. I-i can see that, Mr. Headcrusher" His eyes traced down towards the tight shorts covering the Gutter Runner. "Roight! 'es kunnin, like Mork." The two teams returned to their starting positions, the Bretonnian peasants formed up against the line-rats; a grail knight angrily stomped in the far left field as the ball was handed off. "But" 'Eadkrusha adjusted his taped up glasses, the lens frame having popped out long ago. "'es not strong, 'umie. Theyz not scrappy 'nuff, unlike us boyz, and Gork, 'o course!" 'Eadkrusha bellowed heartily in broken Reikspeil as the ball was thrown and the two sides clashed. " 'Ere, 'ere, watch this! This gon be good!" Wilfried rubbed his temples and muttered under his breath "Oh merciful Verena, what i have i done to earn your ire?" The two lines slammed into each other, the bretonnian peasants and linerats forming a defensive wall along the scrim line. "Have at them, boys!" A grail knight clanked heavily towards the front line and struck out a fist at the closest linerat, sending the poor creature sprawling towards his teams endzone. A flash of black flew overhead as the dark-furred gutter runner waiting for an opening used the knights helmet as a springboard to launch himself over the brawl, into a flourish spin and graceful landing on the ground. The coal black Gutter Runner turned to the cheering crowd, and did a curt bow "Thank-thanks, man-things!" Wilfried turned his eyes from the taunting Runner towards the massive brawl that erupted on the line. 'Eadkrusha was cheering and frothing at his lips, totally absorbed in the fight. He scanned the fight. It was a complete mess, two grail knights were single handedly bowling over any skaven that attempted to wrestle them down, the one still reeling from being used as a bounce pad breaking off into the deep zone to follow the runner. The peasants and yeo men blocked off any routes for the second gutter runner to slip through, the only opening being dangerously close to the blood-thirsty fans waiting for any slip up from the players. A monster of a rat butted his way into the peasants. It was the hefty albino blitzer cracking an opening with his massive girth, casually knocking a charging yeoman down with his gut on his way through, and hopping over the prone body to scamper after the third grail knight sprinting towards the oblivious runner. Wilfried heard a loud yelp and a bone shattering crack, he winched and instinctively closed his eyes; a loud whistle rung out as the referee paused the game to the complaints of the fans. 'Eadkrusha tossed a rock onto the field "Oi! It was just git'n good!" Wilfried opened his eyes again to see the white skaven backing off from the fallen bretonnian; the grail knight had pulled off his helmet to yell obscenities at the skaven, his leg twisted past it's limit Wilfried flinched again "Oh Shallya that must be awful." Two goblins in medical uniforms came sprinting out with a stretcher. "Wee-woo, Wee-woo!" The two made high-pitched noises as They stopped beside the wounded knight, and attempted to load the man onto the stretcher. The duo tried their best to shove the wounded knight onto the stretcher, but despite their best efforts, they could barely move the full-plate wearing man. Wilfried fidgeted around in his seat "Er, Whatever happened to that wandering apothecary we had?" 'Eadkrusha snickered "Git wandered off" "Oh.." Half time was called as the two goblins broke into a fight over who was skipping on the lifting "You seez, Umie, Kunnin innt everything. 'iz keepin a, uh, tactikal, write thingy, 'so's that i kin better krump these gitz, cuz i gots the brawn, see, but 'iz need the kunnin." Wilfried glanced over at the book in 'Eadkrusha's oversized hands. On it read "Kunnin Plan" and a crude drawing of an orc hitting the referee on the head with a goblin attached to a stick. "Oi, whyz you over here anywayz?" Wilfried blushed heavily "Uhhh..." When he first started as an coach's assistant, he was given an opportunity to watch the local team of beast-men practice. For a while he knew he wasn't attracted to.. normal things, and unfortunately for him, with this chance came the realization of something deeper when he noticed he had trouble dragging his eyes away from the large backside of a particularly thick minotaur. He was distracted the entire practice, too entranced by the two glorious mounds of flesh constrained in those tight shorts. Wilfried couldn't help himself, and snuck in afterwards to snatch the clothes worn by that minotaur. He spent countless days huffing the thick scent of the shorts, wishing he could do more than tease himself to the idea of fucking the beastman. An opportunity opened up in the form of a long open assistant spot to one of the visiting Skaven teams. Wilfried was wary of the sinister creatures, their backstabbing nature and unpredictability widely known, but catching sight of the gutter runners and stormvermin had him swallowing his fears and signing on anyway. "...I work the for the team" Wilfried finally spluttered out the sentence, his legs awkwardly shifting while he re-adjusted himself on the bench. 'Eadkrusha laughed "Youz a 'umie, wotcha doing working for these gitz?" Wilfried coughed lightly "I have my reasons." He glanced over to the field. Nearby were the fallen grail knight, two scrapping goblins, a referee, and the albino stormvermin who glanced up at Wilfried. His face turned flush upon realizing that the skaven blitzer caught him staring. He quickly looked away and noticed the Gutter Runner from before was watching him from underneath the fly goggles with his bright red eyes; Wilfried felt like a cornered animal about to be killed by a predator, but the Runner only smiled widely and waved at him. Did that runner know Wilfried was watching him? What about the blitzer? Did he catch the way Wilfried blushed? He risked another look at the Stormvermin. "Oh, gods!" Wilfried's heart raced as his eyes hungrily devoured what filled his vision. The Stormvermin was bent over, tail raised and fat rump presented to Wilfried; the rat-man was shoving the grail knight onto the stretcher himself to move things along. Wilfried swallowed heavily, his mouth as dry as the Nehekharan desert. And like a man spotting an oasis, he scooted off the bench and started to lope away "I-I need to leave for a little." "Roight, Krump ya later, 'umie." Wilfried hurriedly pressed against the storeroom door, slinking into the furthest corner stacked with boxes and hastily unbuttoning his pants. He closed his eyes, re-imagining the scene again as his erection twitched in the musty air. His mind undressed the hulking stormvermin, his hands slipping around the spandex band around the rat's waist, hungrily tugging the shorts down the skavens meaty thighs. Wilfried sighed happily "I have been waiting for this for so long" His nose fervently inhaled the intoxicating musk of the vermin who chittered and pushed Wilfried's head into the bulging jockstrap, who happily accepted and savored the throbbing cock beneath; Wilfried's fingers dug into and kneaded the jiggly ass cheeks as he worshiped the big rat. The sound of the door creaking open tore him from his fantasy. Holding his breath, he cursed himself for not locking the door behind him in his haste to stuff himself in the corner; Wilfried's ears strained to hear the smallest noise, dread in being caught slowly setting it. Any moment he expected to hear foot steps and one of the staff to round the corner and catch him in the act. The door quietly clicked shut. "Ranalds, i am lucky today." Wilfried closed his eyes and returned to his dream. The powerful blitzer's rear was hovering over his face this time, the muscular sinews straining underneath the layers of fat lowering itself onto Wilfried "Yes! Ye-" A chuckle sent him shooting back to reality, blood draining from his face, his eyes quickly flicked opened to a pink nose in his vision. About to let out a quick sigh of relief in not being caught by the staff, Wilfried sucked it back in half way out. His brain connected the dots. Not only was it not a staff member, but it was a skaven, one dressed in Blood Bowl gear. Being caught alone by a skaven in a dark corner can only be bad news, but a Blood Bowl player as well? But.... That face, mask, and fur.. It was the Gutter Runner that was watching him on the field. "I-i-uh, its not what it looks like." Wilfried tried to tug his trousers up and cover his genitals, but the Runners foot was firmly pressed down on the cloth. "Not what it look-see like? To me it looks like you-you have fallen in love with my mate, and skitter-leaped in here to have some fun, man-thing! Thinking of him-him as a breeder, are you-you? Snich thinks you are too much of a whelp-ling to come up to him and tell him, yes-yes? "N-not true!" Wilfried stumbled, catching his foot on his pants and falling back as the gutter runners claw deftly grabbed him and forced him to sit down on the crate. "Oh? Then how do you-you explain this, man-thing?" A pink clawed finger gingerly flicked Wilfrieds cock, much to Wilfried's dismay it twitched and spasmed against the touch as he squirmed under the accusatory gaze of the lean rat-man. "Ahh-" "Snich understands-- after all, what thing wouldn't be attracted to him?." Snichs hand continued to flick and tease Wilfried's member, the other sliding a sharp claw down the cotton shirt on Wilfried, tearing the fabric apart. "Wha-hey! Okay, okay! I've been watching him all game. When i saw your friend bend over, i just couldn't help myself. Oh Verena, i'm sorry, alright!" Wilfried grew more flustered as he admitted being attracted to the skaven, uncomfortably shifting around as he was left exposed to Snich's prying eyes. "Good-good, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Snich put his hands on his wide hips, slipping them between his shorts and teasingly dragging them downwards in front of Wilfried. What slipped out surprised Wilfried, the cock being similar to his, but bigger. Snich's stroked his half erect cock, and leaned closer to Wilfried, his tail snaking around Wilfrieds ankle, wrapping around his skinny thighs, and found its target between his legs. Wilfried yelped as the fleshy muscle tightened around his pulsating cock. "Now-now.. Snich was curious about something. Why would a man-thing willingly join up with us? Surely this is a trick, yes-yes? Snich thought. He would entertain the crowd he would, yes-yes, but he wanted to meet the man-thing, and give him a good-nice welcome. But, when Snich wanted to meet him, he ran away! So-so, Snich followed him here, to find him playing with himself! To the thought-idea of a musky stormvermin, no less-less! Snich giggled "Now no need to squeak-tell Snich why little no-fur wanted to join!" The long tail stroked every inch of Wilfried's cock, sliding up and down across his length; Wilfried moaned and groaned, pumping his hips against the pink tail, greedily thrusting again and again into the air as he attempted to relieve to the pressure building up. Pre leaked out from Wilfried's tip before being lost in the sea of coiling flesh. "Little man-thing can have a good-good welcome to the team still. Snich can even take you-you to meet him later, yes-yes?" Snich squeaked "Snich thinks he might be interested in you." Wilfried raised himself up slightly, pushing his hands against the wooden crate "Yes! Yes! i very much want to meet him!" "Yes-yes, Later!" Snich's tail unwrapped itself around Wilfried's cock leaving him humping the musty air of the storeroom again. Wilfried was given only a short reprieve to breath before the startlingly heavy gutter runner kicked the crate out from underneath Wilfried and slammed his weight down onto Wilfried's stomach, shoving him to the floor. He felt like an ogre had just smacked him, And he cried out in pain as all air was forced out of his chest. "Nnng!" Wilfried gasped heavily and struggled to raise himself on his elbows. Snich was sitting on top of him, his wide hips wiggling against Wilfried's stomach; Snichs shapely rump teased and enticed Wilfried. "Snich still wants to get to know his new assistant better-better. Half-time still on, time for fun, yes-yes?" Snich's balls slagged against Wilfried's stomach, gently shaking to Snich's playful movements. The pungent scent of musk flooded Wilfried's nostrils with each ragged breath he took, the intoxicating aroma dulling his mind, filling his vision with thoughts of the thick beast man. "Hahh, yes.. i suppose.. no one will miss us for now" Snich leaned in closer, his wide grin and fly mask creating an ominous visage to Wilfried. The hot breath wafted over Wilfried, causing him to shiver from in pleasure from the thought of the coal-furred skaven's tongue wrapping around his cock. "Plenty of time. Mark man-thing as my own, yes-yes. Can meet the others soon-soon" Snich chittered and Wilfried joined in chuckling, drunk on the Gutter Runner's musk. "If the others are just as welcoming as you, then my fears were for naught. I was expecting to be stabbed by half-time." A sharp claw ran itself along Wilfried's breast, eliciting a cry of pain and several beads of blood to dribble downwards. "Ow, ow!" The fug that flooded Wilfried's brain broke along with his skin. "That- ah! That hurts! What are you doing?!" Wilfried tried to push the claw away, but Snich effortlessly swatted the hands away like a fly. "Just leaving my mark, man-thing. Worry not-not, these claws don't have poison on them." Snich licked up the blood on the tip of his finger, as if to hammer in the point, and continued on despite Wilfried's distraught yelping. Wilfried squirmed and tried to weakly push Snich off, but the sleek skaven kept him pinned as he etched a symbol onto Wilfried's chest. "Sit-stop moving, man-thing, unless you want a thing lopped off! I cant work if you keep shaking like a newborn whelp-ling." Wilfried bit his lips. He consigned himself to letting the Gutter Runner etch the symbol into his flesh, the stinging replaced by an occasional pang in his crotch as his erection bumped into Snich's supple ass, reminding him that there was still more to come. "There, done-done! See, don't snivel-whine like a whelpling, and it is much-much easier" Snich flicked the droplet of blood off of his claw, and scooted back. Wilfried gasped and curled up in surprise, the well-rounded cheeks of the Gutter Runner harshly slapping his erection down, firmly planting it under Snichs ass. A wave of euphoria ran up Wilfried's spine, pleasure nerves shot off with each slow, deliberate movement of the Gutter Runners hips, Snich's teasing smile; a painful continuous tease that made Wilfried want to beg Snich to stop, but the undeniable sensation caused him to only bite his lips harshly in response. "Does the little man-thing know what-what Snich wrote on his no-fur flesh?" Wilfried peered down at the ruined flesh on his breast and felt a bit queasy, and with regret turned his eyes to Snich, his eyes lingering longingly on the glistening balls sagging on his stomach, and the thick member that Snich happily stroked. Even if the symbol wasn't upside down and his mind not in a cloud of pheromones, Wilfried would not be able to decipher the bloody marking. "..No? It, it looks familiar, but," Wilfried glanced down again hastily, but second searches returned nothing but more sickness "Uh, but.. I dont know it." Snichs tail idly wrapped itself around Wilfried's thigh as the gutter runner made a harsh tsk and snatched up his discarded shorts. He flipped them over to one side, revealing the same symbol etched into Wilfried "Snich is amazed that the man-thing cant even recognize our clan-team symbol. Has the pervert-freak been so enamored with our asses that he knows nothing of the clan-team?" Snich dangled the shorts over Wilfrieds face, the thick scent permeated the thin cloth; Snich raised his rump, and quickly dropped it down onto Wilfried's cock again. Yet more muscle curling and moaning was Wilfried's response. "Naughty little man-thing is lucky, he is, yes-yes. Worry-fret not, man-thing. Old-humble Snich wont speak-squeak to the rest of the team, well, except for Snich's mate. After all-" Snich pressed his cheek further onto Wilfried's prick, the taut muscles giving way and allowing the sweaty supple fat to rub and press all over Wilfried's member. "Snich shares similar interests, in him, too." Tossing the shorts to the side, Snich lightly traced a finger around Wilfried's nipple and dreamily sighed "Tell Snich, man-thing, what were you-you thinking about him?" "I-" Wilfried took a moment to gulp "I was..I was fantasizing about pulling down those tight shorts of his and.. and playing with his, uh.." "Well? Spit-spit it out, man-thing!" "I wanted to.. to go to town on his ass" The last few words caused Snichs ears to perk up, his hard erection spasming in his hands upon hearing those words. "Naughty-naughty little man-thing!" Snich let out a high pitched whine that, very likely was a giggle, at least to Wilfried. "Little man-thing wants to meet that big-powerful stormvermin, yes-yes? As Snich said, he thinks that stormvermin will be interested in you-you, as are i, if this was not clear-plain to you." Snich paused, and raised himself up slightly, Wilfried's drenched cock slipping off of Snich's ass-cheek with a wet slap. The gutter runners drew close to Wilfried, the sharp teeth revealed in a cruel smirk. "We-we will have lots of fun-play together, yes-yes!" Snichs lean arms gripped Wilfried's shoulders, forcing him back against the ground. "Can you tell me his name at least? I, er, cant quite read your races language, and couldn't make heads or tails of any of the team members." "Prazneth." Snich's powerful hips crashed ontop of the shocked Wilfried. A moment of pain, then pleasure as Snich's muscles began to contract and accept Wilfried's cock, the muscles pulsating violently against Wilfried's cock as it penetrated the nethers of Snich. Snich laughed, frantically stroking his thick member, riding up and down on Wilfried's cock in thick, wet plaps that resonated in the dusty old storeroom. Wilfried himself was suffering an absolute sensory overload, and devolved into a living mess of moans and spasms. Any attempts to articulate was lost upon the human, instead, he just gurgled whatever he could while holding onto the soft black-furred gutter runners hips. Plap. Plap. Plap. Snich continued to pound relentlessly into Wilfried like a battering ram, his hefty balls meatily thwacking in unison. The floor shook with each thud from the two bodies, Wilfried barely avoided getting lifted into the air from the force of the gutter runners muscular body. Not that it mattered much to him, he was lost in oblivion. The two continued for a short while, wordlessly slapping into eachother, Snich stroking his thick member, his tongue lolling slightly to the side of the smile plastered on his face, Wilfried, barely conscious of anything but the difference between being inside Snich and outside of him. What finally brought Wilfried back into reality was Snich's ass clenching so tightly on his cock that it was almost painful. The gutter runner on top of him shuddered and gasped, one arm quickly releasing Wilfried's shoulder and raking across his thigh, the tail wrapped around the other one tugged and spread his other thigh further out. Wilfried barely felt the sharp claws tear into his thighs, even if he did, it went by unnoticed as Snich's cock shot stringy ropes of cum out over Wilfried's stomach. This brought Wilfried over the edge as well, and together they finished their romp. Thick seed flooded in the gutter runners pert ass, Wilfried spasmed and thrashed as his cock throbbed and shook, pushing shot after shot deep into Snich's intestines. The two huffed and puffed, lost in the after glow of sex. A loud whistle in the distance pierced the silence, shattering the lull. "Half-time is over, man-thing!" Wilfried's cock slid out with a pop, his cum dribbling down along Snichs inner thighs. Snich smiled "Time to go-go and win, yes-yes?" "Ahh, yes, er, i'll be right behind you." Wilfried limped slowly towards the Voltspark Vermin's bench, an old sheet wrapped around his chest. "Oi! 'Umie, wot happened? Ya look like the git i beat earlier! Did ya start a scrap wiffout invitin' me?" "Sorry, yes, they, uh, sneaked up on me, or else i would of gladly invited you, Mr Headcrusher." Wilfried sagged on the bench next to 'Eadkrusha, skimming the playing field. He spotted Snich lining up in the back, right behind Prazneth. The gutter runner ear's twitched and he turned towards Wilfried, as if being able to tell he was being watched. Snich smiled and waved to Wilfried, who waved back. "You gits seems kinda chummy, 'af ya met before, 'umie?" The whistle was blown, and the ball was tossed again. The two sides clashed and Snich pranced around in the backlines, waiting for his opportunity to strike. Wilfried's eyes tore themselves away from Snich's swaying rump "Uhh, I didnt quite catch what you said earlier, Mr Headcrusher