Taken by Softie Orc Girl Pt. 01

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"Ros, do you think this is going to work?"

The ebon fairy adorning her hair patted Ghorza's head, her laughter lighting up the dreary mood between them. Though unnoticeable to an orc's eye, the Leanan Sidhe had given the poor orc girl a thorough makeover... As much thorough as it could be for an orc female, no matter how attractive to human eyes. (read, un-orcish)

She had tried to smooth her skin with a herbal ointment and cleaned her hair of blood, and much to Ghorza's dislike, even used something orcs didn't know:

Perfume.

The huge orc girl sighed.

"Your kind took men anyway, didn't they?" Ros' enigmatic smile annoyed Ghorza when her tiny hands applied a dab of makeup.

"I don't want to hurt him. But the tribe has a law, I have to abduct or defeat him."

The green, muscular orcish girl looked so timid, blushing, looking down like that. She was painfully aware in such moments, her fur bikini stretching her body with her spears tied on her back and the large ax tied to her bottom furs.

"Not my area of expertise, sweetheart." Ros sadly smiled, floating around her, her diaphanous robes exuding glittering specks of magic as the fairy helped the orc girl to be pretty. "But I'm sure you can talk to him, maybe just lasso him so your mom's seen you actually "caught" a husband!" She chuckled. Orc customs: always pretending to be tough when your daughters would be green sugar puffs in their youth.

"Maybe."

Poor orc liked the human, the dark-skinned fairy mused, as her tiny hands twirled a lock of Ghorza's hair and applied a dab of glittering nectar under it to give luster, the poor giantess orc girl squirming as she was being made pretty...

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Anon scoured the forest like a madman, bagging what little the remnants of Demon War creatures could yield when they were killed. Already several jars in his backpack were full of reagents, imp horns, and little blooded gems that were transmuted when shadow imps were killed.

The young man panted heavily, the bushes rustling around him.

He knew what he wanted to run into.

Ghorza.

That cute orc girl. Cute would have been an exaggeration, she had a cute face but was ripped like an Amazoness, all green and crude, but honest attitude.

His sword soaked with soot and demon blood, anon kept walking, ever vigilant, boots crunching the foliage with every heavy step.

When he turned around a massive ash tree, a small yelp erupted from his mouth, met with a surprised, loud, but feminine gasp of Ghorza's own. It was obviously fate or some design, and both human and she-orc felt warmth forming in their chests. Both looked at each other, bewildered.

The orc girl looked...

...different. As if she made herself pretty, for what passed amongst orcs to Anon's eyes. The she-orc had been hunting, but only kept a few rabbits shot dead apparently, the limp carcasses sticking out of her leather backpack.

"Oh...hello, human." The she-orc's greeting was timid and quiet, her youthful, strong, and beautiful face was red around her cheeks.

"Hello."

The orc smiled. "Hunting?"

Anon nodded. "Another Blight Boar is terrorizing the town, just read about the bounty on it."

Ghorza sighed, readjusting her skimpy furs as if by some hidden instinct. Being an orc, she had cared little for modesty, still... She felt strange around the young man. Strange, but warm, and pleasant.

"Oh, them?" Her tusks jutting from her lower lip glinted in the sunlight as she smiled. "They are a real threat. Scares the grass-eating beasties away, ruins the barley we plant." Orcs loved a good beer, almost as good as dwarven brew, and Ghorza's tribe was no different.

Anon's tongue was tied, almost unable to ask what he wanted. He felt her presence, her strength and exotic beauty, unable to speak as easily as he dreamed of.

He wanted to ask her to join with him, hunt together, and perhaps, spend time with him. The scent of pine hung heavily over them, coupled with a strange sensation Anon couldn't quite put his finger on it. Unbeknownst to him, her strong, but pleasant body odor and the demon energy all monstergirls were buzzing with started to creep in his soul.

Every second he gazed at her, he felt warmer, happy, even lustful. Orcish women were much more beautiful than the dread tales of earlier times told in taverns and churches...

"Look, uh..." Anon scratched behind his head, unsure of what to say next. "This thing threatens both of us."

The beautiful orc girl's eyes blinked.

"Would you like to hunt it with me, together?" Anon mustered as much confidence as he could. "There is a big bounty on its head, and..." He coughed. "We could hunt it and share the reward."

"Together?"

He nodded, stiffly.

A sweet smile spread on Ghorza's face.

"Sure!"

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Working together with an orc girl to set up a trap for a Blight Boar was an easy feat. Especially when the green orc is a feast for Anon's eyes and thought nothing of modesty as she worked. And Anon was a man, after all. Monster as she may be, the orcish woman's strong, green and toned buttocks straining a beast-skin thong and a flimsy fur skirt was distracting as he strung the springs on the beartrap, made of solid, shiny steel: only a beartrap strong enough to crack into a Blight Boar's mutated, bony face and head could slow it down.

The two had been working for the better part of the day, adjusting their trap to be situated in a part where the beast would rampage so that they could overwhelm it with traps, axes, and arrows.

Ghorza was a skilled huntress, that Anon could tell. She had laid traps expertly, using animal skins and tendons as a substitute for city-manufactured springs. The bear trap she had fashioned from tendons and strange beast fangs was painted green, hidden amongst the grass, being virtually invisible, yet looked strong enough like a steel bear trap made by a blacksmith. The artifice she put to hunt belied the orc's strangely alluring face: rough on the edges compared to a human woman, yet youthful and strong at the same time.

"I'm just a man..." Anon thought, looking at the innocent orc girl working happily on her homemade trap. He hoped she wasn't offended. And by the looks of it, she pretty much ignored him.

"She wears practically nothing...Isn't she cold?" He thought. "And I can virtually see her..."

He sighed, turning another screw and snapping open the bear trap, carefully laying it on the ground and balancing its trigger plate made of shiny steel without making it gleam and cursing to have bought a cheap, easily visible one.

"...pussy."

"Something wrong, Anon?"

The she-orc turned her head, her eyes were full of innocence and wonder, frustratingly ignorant of the young man's eyes wandering over her body. Her apparent discomfort made Anon apologize and look away with a mutter of apology.

What she replied, in turn, made him pause.

"I'm sorry...I know I am small, it's not polite to stare..."

Her timid voice was softer than many women Anon had heard, a total paradox coming from the massive, green body.

"Small."

Swallowing and exhaling, Anon mumbled an apology, clicking the bear trap in place and adding to the endless lines of contraptions set up on a narrow path, barely cut clear and now, sprinkled with several pouches of bait fit for a blight boar: Ghorza had been most industrious that day, Anon had to admit.

The boar hunt might have ended quite badly if he didn't meet that orcish...beauty. As much as one could explain beauty encountering an orcish female, and a friendly one at that. Anon knew many tales of wars from former ages where orcs and humans had fought, orcs supported by many "monster" races of the world. Nowadays, they kept to themselves, yet he had never seen males of the orcish kind in his lifetime.

The church had warned against them, and many a missing young boy, man, or even married man suggested a very radical change of their species. And Anon could not help but feel warm and aroused, hot and bothered around her: every inch of her body had just the right bit of fat around the curves, with her race's musculature forming underneath her beautiful bulk like a green statue.

Forcing the sensations out of his head and cursing himself for his weakness, he nodded to her, shouldering his crossbow and setting the weapon's wooden butt tightly on his shoulder. The "new" human design for the ubiquitous crossbow was a unique one, the bolts snugly set inside a steel cylinder which would be pressurized in his hometown by a blacksmith. He had

"Surely this will be enough..."

Ghorza nodded at him with a timid smile and pointed beyond the thicket of trees with a grunt.

"Listen..."

Orc and Man closed their eyes and listened. Anon tried to focus as best as he could, even though a part of his mind was focused on the impossibly scanty she-orc kneeling behind the tree, her greenish bulk seamlessly melting into the shrubbery.

As time passed, the sounds of singing birds and the rustling of insects, the very life of the woods, grew louder...and suddenly, went silent. After what seemed to be an eternity, the eerie silence gave way to a high-pitched shriek and a rumbling sound like that of an approaching avalanche was audible in the distance, and to Anon's growing fear, was growing louder every minute. Ghorza squinted, her amber eyes focusing towards the forest path. The sea of trees before them were swaying in the wind, sending the occasional rain of leaves every time the Blight Boar shrieked and rampaged in rage, due to its tainted blood because of the fel magic poisoning parts of the world after the last demon war.

Fear crept inside him: he was expecting a boar with maybe a slightly bigger stature, not something that would scream like a beast, audible from a mile away.

Still, as fortune would have it, not he had a huge orcish girl at his side. Perhaps it was luck. She looked almost twice his size, and a quite skilled hunter to boot.

"Perhaps not..." he thought, as the bulk of the monstrosity burst from the last line of trees between them and the forest, filling him with a mix of dread and awe. Trees cracked and gave way,

The Blight Boar that had rampaged and destroyed the crops belonging to Anon's hometown had emerged to chow down and trample on what meager bait the two adventurers had laid before it. Like any other Blight Beast, the boar was hopelessly tainted with dark magic residue when the Great Monster Lord Maou, now used to kill and maim with no reason or rhyme.

The creature needed to die, that was for certain. Unsheathing his sword, Anon hung it from his wrist, fastened with a chain, and aimed his arbalest at the approaching menace.

Aiming, heart thumping in his chest, Anon fired, pulling the trigger and feeling the thrum of the string and the kick in his chest. The steel bolt, a thick, custom-made one with a jagged tip screamed as it left the arbalest, for it had been carved with a grove along its tip for two reasons: one, to scare beasts with an otherworldly scream, two, to splinter inside the target and to crack boar skulls.

The screaming flash made the bear stumble in feral panic, the bolt crashing right between his eyes.

"Shit."

The bolt shattered, splintered, but every part was seen flying off. The monster's skull was *very* thick.

As fortune would have it, a feral grunt came from Ghorza, the she-orc letting loose her bowstring: two were already drawn side by side, owing to her colossal strength. Two slammed to the Blight Boar's flanks, burying themselves up to the hilt. Roaring, Ghorza drew a very large battleax hidden in the bushes and launched herself at the raging beast lost in confusion.

"Ghorza! Wait!"

"Damnit." Anon sighed, drew his longsword, and rushed to help her. "Fuck the bolt." He tossed the arbalest aside for now; blood was about to be drawn.

Orcs.

Almost naked, the orc girl trusted on her speed and savagery to kill the beast. Armored with his chain-and-plate hauberk, Anon did his best to charge the creature with a yell, intending to distract it.

True to strength born of ferocity and speed, Ghorza's ax made a "crunch", hitting the Blight Boar's oversized skull with such a sound that it was almost stunning. Any other creature would go into shock, or fall dead.

Not this thing. The Blight Boar was as much a tragic creature as ferocious. Anon, even during the adrenaline rush, could see the magical tumors pulse with fel energies, no doubt sustaining the poor beast's accursed life.

Roaring, Ghorza planted a foot on the Boar's skull, avoiding his swinging tusks and keeping her balance, and pulled the ax free, raising for another blow.

The boar snarled, shaking his head and giving little slicing wounds to the orcish girl's calves as she raised the ax for another blow. Just when the boar would gore her, Ghorza's eyes widening as she realized her folly, a flash of steel scraped against demonic tusks.

Anon had intercepted the boar's head swing just in time, sparks flying between the tusk and the sword much to his shock. Slamming down his round shield between his tusks, he swung his arms to keep the boar's monstrous head from swinging as Ghorza lifted her ax and yelled her lungs out, landing a savage cleave to the boar's back. Flesh sliced and blood was spilled, the boar screaming as if it was stuck clean. Heaving and standing on his two legs, the beast slammed his upper body down, sending both crashing on a tree side by side, the breath knocked out of their chests.

"Oof..." Was the only sound Anon could make, Ghorza only managing a whimper. Armor mattered, when your body, no matter how muscular, faced blunt trauma like that, especially one's diaphragm.

Scrambling to his feet, Anon rolled aside, putting himself between the wheezing orc girl and the giant beast, intending to shield her from the rampaging monstrosity's tusks. Raising his shield, Anon cowered in defensive panic as sparks flew where the boar swung his tusks, landing rending blows against his steel shield, albeit inaccurate.

The shield wasn't big enough, but Anon's reflexes managed to fill the gaps between his form, the orc girl's bulk, and the murderous tusks, at least for the time being.

"Get up!" Anon bellowed, trying to scramble to his knees, hoping the enraged beast would tire himself out as he blocked his goring attacks. Much to his surprise, Ghorza was blinking and drawing long, deep breaths, trying to shake off the shock of being slammed into a tree trunk.

Several dreadfully long moments later, he felt the orc girl's soft breath and bulk sliding aside, soft, huge breasts brushing his neck in two soft, warm speedbumps as she rolled to her feet.

Using his sword's sharp tip, Anon thrust it above his shield, desperately shielding his eyes with his mailed arm; this must have landed a few blows he intended to gouge the boar's eyes out. Wet squelches and sounds of scraping bone felt like he *did* cut something, but not sure what, so desperate hid Anon behind his shield as he tried to fend off the beast.

It was like trying not to get run over by a horse whose hooves were made of swords and hammers. Every second another blow shook him, throwing him across the dirt like a ragdoll, threatening to dislodge his shield, or worse, break his arm...Or WORSE, break his arm while the shield is strapped and wreck the fractures into internal bleeding and paralysis.

Until the boar roared, grunted, squealed, and scrambled into retreat, he kept stabbing blindly, until Ghorza yelled at the top of her lungs, and struck with her gigantic ax with full force on the Boar's skull.

To Anon's horror and gratitude in hindsight on the she-orc's companionship, it took not one, but two blows with the female orc's thick, muscular, green arms, and her massive ax to make the boar recoil in pain, its hideously mutated fur giving way to his misshapen skull with blow after blow finally about to crack its head.

Howling and squealing, the monster boar retreated a few steps and tried to recover, but then the she-orc, the once cute and beautiful gentle giantess roared with a voice Anon could not believe was her own and swung, leaping with one foot and delivering blow after blow as if dictated by dream-like choreography, ignoring her cuts and bruises. Despite his focus on the fight, Anon couldn't help but stare.

He had always been an out-of-touch member of his village. Admired stranger things, the grotesquery caravans, and the weird artwork whenever he saw some.

And she looked, for some reason, even as his body ached, and he should have focused on the boar THAT WAS ABOUT TO GORE HIM...

...he couldn't help but admire the roaring she-orc, in fur bikini that hid almost nothing, deliver blow after blow on the beast, now furious.

Every time the squealing monster tried to swing his sword-like tusks, mutated and crooked, to slash her legs, she jumped up and slammed down with her ax. Trying not to waste time so she would be injured, or worse, killed, Anon scrambled to his feet and readjusted his sword grip.

He had to do it.

Leaping forward after the haze of the blows cleared from his mind, Anon dashed, trying to stab the boar, forgoing to slice the beast's hideous fur. Perhaps putting all his weight into a stab would help her.

And it did.

Stabbing wildly, he managed to throw off the beast's balance when the sword's pointy end finally split open one of the tumors, sinking deep inside with a sickening sound.

Mad with pain, the boar howled in rage. Thumping with her hooves and was about to turn to his right to gore Anon, leaping far too fast and high...

...Anon's life flashed right before his eyes. The boar jumped straight ahead, tusks aimed at his neck...

...Just in time for Ghorza's massive ax to land right behind his head, and miraculously carving open between the spine and severing the beast's nerves from his spine.

Such a shocking blow could survive no one, even when paralyzed. With the massive ax's blade buried halfway inside its thick neck, its crazed, salivating face frozen in pain, the life in the maddened beast's red eyes started to fade away.

Anon grimaced. He was saved, but his eyes were closed, terrified to come face-to-face with a giant Blight Boar, terrified at his face inches away in a grimace.

He flailed around as the boar which crashed on top of him gave up the ghost, wheezing and going limp. Disgusted, adrenaline passing away, he could only relax when two big, green, gentle, feminine hands pulled him under the crushing weight of the monster.

"I've got you, Anon."

He opened his eyes, terrified under the rustling, crushing weight of the creature...

...only to come face to face with the sweaty, beautiful face of Ghorza.

The face of the cute orcish girl that saved him. Her beautiful, feminine, and yet strong features were sweaty, marred by dust, and a few spatters of blood. To Anon's eyes, her face, merely the face of a very large, well-built girl with tusks and green skin, looked at that moment, positively angelic.

"Are you alright, Anon?"

Anon swallowed and nodded, almost resting his head on her lap right then and there.

A few minutes of exertion had nearly killed him. And he had lived through several sieges, more than one Blight monster attack, and was one of the few to fight off a kidnapping attempt of a dark elf girl looking for a husband/slave.

He *was* experienced. He just realized by then that he had bitten off more than he could chew.

And Ghorza held him in her big, strong arms now. Not only she had saved his life, but stolen his simple heart.

"I..." Anon swallowed. "I think so..."

"We did it..." Ghorza smiled, her eyes gleaming with joy. "We killed us a Blight Boar!" Before Anon could thank her, she went on, hugging her tight and making him feel her warmth and arousing scent: "If it wasn't for you, I'd be dead!"