Today I've played Warhammer Vermintide II for the first time, and I've fallen in love with the Skaven.

Yes I'm a furry, and my fursona is a rat, and I've been exposed to 16+ years of everyday furry art, porn, and stories, and I've ordered commissions, and I have many furry friends IRL, and I save rat and skaven porn all the time. No half measures with me, no sir.

But nothing could prepare me for the sight of almost nude, short furred skavens, wearing just a tighty whitey loincloth, running at me at full speed with a spear or dagger. Their long sexy tails. Their tiny tinsy rodent grabbies and digitgrade feetsies. Their tiny short, violent, but mostly empty and painful lives. Their round shaped and thick, almost dad-like, furred bellies.

I can't kill them with a straight face. I have a strong urge to turn them on their back and perform CPR, and then kiss them on the muzzle as they come back to life and cherish the time they've got left.

I seem to have developed a strong need to be surrounded by them, to hug them, to lick them, to kiss them. If they kill me, they kill me, no big deal. At least I had the pleasure of spending time around their filty, stinky, smelly, cursed bodies secretly yearning for love and comfort. I want to adopt one, and take care of him, nurse him to health, and go on a funny romantic cruise around medieval wasteland with him.

My fursona is a rat, I like rats, but I feel like I've only now established a way deeper emotional connection with Skavens. Is it called therianism? Or whatever. I don't know. I love skavens!

What is this feeling? I do not know-know. But it is-is beautiful...Yes-yes...


I wanna know-know what love is
I want you to show-show me
I wanna feel what love-love is
I know you can-can show me