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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 4:18 am Post subject: Orc featuring Giant Ant
“Fuh, taverns. What waste of building materials? I swear, if I weren’t here with a purpose I’d bring some creature comforts to the world in heartbeat. Not that I’m against natural beauty, mind you, but a little steel and glass and, and… AC wouldn’t kill a nigga. Well, unless it fell on somebody.”
My little table of miscreants bursts into laughter. Their drunk asses have no idea what the hell I’m talking about, but I’m funny nonetheless. As I mull over my 5th bowl of stew, on them of course, I let my guests entertain themselves. I’m told that infants do that quite well. My pleasant demeanor is ruptured by an old familiar bane.
“Look at it, ack’in all prim ‘n proper.”
“I hate when those things come around; slovenly creatures. Really.”
“This one ain’t usually that bad.”
“Bad is still bad if ya ask me.”
“Well nobody asked you, now did they?”
“Grrrrrrr, why I oughtta–”
Their entire table shrinks at my ire. “What the fuck are you petty bitches on about? Some of us are trying to enjoy a meal here!”
Nervous glances always behave graciously. A 7-foot muddy cloak drops a stone hammer the size of a Buick.
“What can I do ya for, bub?” The barkeep glances.
Three very pink fingers flash “Ham sanwinch, large veg tray, a stew, ’n two ales. Real ones; not that shit you give the plebs.”
The barkeep chuckles a bit, “Always a pleasure. You gonna pay me this time?”
Her hood darts and arcs in his direction and a pink bang peeks, “I get rolled one time before I come in here, and you wanna bullshit me fuh life? Don’t make me pay you with my fists, Richter!”
The deep timbre of her voice drips erotic to my ears like fine, dark velvet.
Richter’s laughter is rich and deep. “Woooooee, gal! I ain’t ready for the slop trough yet. Haha! Yer order’ll be up in two shakes.”
Piggy is not amused, much. Her swagger is unmistakable, however. My mouth waters from an appetite too long un-sated as I cool my jets and still my pulse. I nonchalantly continue my meal as hers arrives. My composure wanes once more as she begins to sup. I can see why the morons would view her mannerisms with disgust. But there is precision to her speed and gusto. Don’t worry, Chica. I’ll make you feel MUCH better. I time my 6th stew to end as she rises. I make haste to begin the chase but it seems she’s given me the slip. Just as I’m about to marvel at her prowess I hear the belch of the century. And I though I brought em from the soul.
The abundant wood element shelters my trek as we move deep into the mountains. She stops at a small lake and starts feeling around on all the trees. She tryin to figure out if we on Pluto or somthin? She sheds her cloak and I’m delightfully aware of what old-time sharecroppers meant by ‘pig-meat’. Composure, why must thou forsake me in such sublime presence? I could swear I hear someone yell “Heeey, battah battah, suh-wing battah!” She bucks four separate meter-wide trees in succession.
“TIIIMMBEEEERR!” Her snort-filled giggle is surprisingly high-pitched. “So? How long you plan on hidin in tha shadows like a sonuva sow?”
“Haven’t decided yet; don’t know if your gaze is worthy of my visage.”
“Spoken like a true pussy.”
“Pft. With an attitude like that, you’ll never see me.”
“Whatever. You keep skulkin around; I need a bath.”
She turns away from the last direction of my voice and drops her hammer. She undoes the ropes and buckles that hold her scant leather raiment together and wriggles out of the whole mess. Caked mud splashes streak her pure pink surface. Large, fleshy ears flop over her cropped, pink, lightly mussed hair. A curly-q tail punctuates the symmetry of wide hips and massive ass.
“I thought pigs liked to roll around in the mud.” I quip as I descend, feet soundlessly meeting earth.
She turns toward me with fury in her eyes. Her ample, succulent breasts sway and smack like a buoyant Newton’s cradle. I take a step back as she grabs the hammer. I underestimate her range and can only block her swift downswing.
“I’m. An. ORC!” She bites out to ground level, “and liking the mud doesn’t mean wanting it to stay dried up to your ass 24 fucking 7.”
“Hey, nobody said you could walk away from me.”
She grumbles and turns back to kicks a stone at my head. I catch it just before my loins and continue on my earthen elevator. Her confused expression is priceless as I curl my finger ‘come hither’.
“HEERREEEE, piggy piggy piggy piggy!”
“Grrr, I’m gonna eat you for breakfast!”
I hope that rhino stomp isn’t her fastest charge. Her attacks carry momentum and ferocity. If I take one I’m headed for the fences.
“Wait, you’re not full yet?”
Swings and counter swings, thrusts and spin swings. Her moves are precise and controlled; her aim is dead on too. She’s no stranger to battle to be certain.
“Sand still so I can hit you, you slippery little fuck!”
I can’t help but chuckle, “Now why would I do a silly thing like that?”
“Because I said so, that’s why!”
“Oh right, that’s a good reason.”
“It had better be! You are my bitch! Now behave like a good little man!”
I give her the people’s eyebrow. “Excuse me?” I cock back, thumb to opposite ear, let loose and graze a little underboob. “Pimp-smack yo ass, bitch!”
Her body spins, skips three times, then splashes down. She flips on her back and floats till her breath returns. She takes quite a while so I levitate over to ask my questions.
“So, what have we learned?”
“My apologies, Master. I shouldn’ta dissed you.”
“That’s righ – wait mas-whut?”
“I was outta line, you should punish my ass; let these injuries take me.”
My Doujutsu tells me her sternum’s dislocated from several ribs. I descend and change posture for a proper heal.
“You know for someone who acts all badass, you sure can’t take a hit.”
“I’m sorry master. My past rapes were … not as good as you. The ones that survived my hammer juked way more than they should’ve.”
I chuckle a bit at how dead assed she is. “Enough with this ‘master’ stuff. The name’s Kurotatsu Youkai. There, all better. And I’m the one who should apologize; I almost killed you over a pet peeve.”
“No mas – I mean Youkai-sama, it’s my own fault for being so damn weak.”
“Aaaahhh, fuhgetaboutit. There is a reason we both started this in the first place isn’t there?”
Her smile beams and lights up the darkening skies. She bites her lip and looks away shyly.
“W-would you… at least let me wash up first? I wanna be at my best for you.”
“How bout I help you?”
Elation fills her face. My armour fluxes and shrinks to skin designs and I slip into the water beside her. I draw up a pillar of earth so we both may take purchase. Damn, I forgot how tall she is. Fuck it, I’ll just float. Her shoulders crest the water as the local lakebed settles. A blob of water rises from the surface and caresses her hairline. I spare some PKE for that good clean tingly feeling as the water moves slowly down every strand and across her scalp. Dirt and grime gently drift away. She moans and wraps her arms around her torso.
“You’re even better then soap.” She giggles.
“Oh, I’m better than a whole bunch of things.”
I reach up to caress her face, magic water around my hand. Her breathing reacts to my touch; I trace a finger across her lips. When I swim in and kiss her, warsong and fireworks explode between my ears. I feel her pulse race and I dispense with the pleasantries. Water vibrates and swirls around her form, leaving her squeaky clean. She throws her head back in a soul gasp then mounts my rugged, albeit smaller, frame. I float us both and look deep into her sparkling blue eyes; they shine with devotion I haven’t seen since…
She whispers into my neck, barely audible. “I’m yours. Forever.”
Sometimes I hate being a resonant empathy. A chain explosion rocks the mountainside and fear grips her heart like a vice. As I feel her mind race and come up empty I pull a little sonic mojo with my left and thank God it lets me be tele-empathic. I look deep into her eyes and let my Doujutsu advance.
“You’re no good to them like this. I’ll offer immediate aid. You get dressed and follow.”
“B-but... How–”
“Obedience before questions; OK? Get dressed and enhance your calm before battle.”
She nods her head. “M-make sure you leave me some.”
I reinforce her brave face. “I make no promises.”
I dash and pulse light, buck naked to armored up in two lengths flat. I take to the skies and head for the smoke. Not very black man of me, I know. But my swolleness counts for something around this joint. I near the field and take perch; intel time. What I find seals fates in the worst way. Bandits have set upon this small Orc village like a plague. Several are dead already. Battle hardened women cower with unnatural fear; craving retribution, yet bereft of hope.
I hear a mongrel cackle. He struts up to a cart guarded by his fellows, strewn across which is the spent body of a queen Giant Ant. Her feminine half twisted in agony, possibly raped to death. The scum reaches inside a gash in her birthing belly and pries a squirming larva. What he does next makes him the first to die. I catch the infant midair and let reiatsu fill the world. This beautiful baby girl is looking behind herself permanently and he’s pissed cuz scooped his toss?
I’m not prepared to find out where the explosions came from, but am shown regardless. As I recover and clear the smoke I clench my now empty hand and dispense with control and finesse.
“You feckless BASTARDS! Have you no respect for anything or anyone?!”
They look at each other, laugh and snap more baby necks. My vicious roar precedes a swipe from my now Quantum-Crystalline Armor hardened right hand. The larva corpses are blow to shreds and sparkle like fireworks, after the standard fuse length. Hmm. Chemical reaction upon death. I’m behind the bastard in a flash with that sweet sound. I pull my arm from this one’s chest then hop/cartwheel over and palm-swipe another’s head off. About half a dozen more try to in-rush from behind. I half turn to face the dead, and kind of point at them with my left this time.
“Fish in a barrel.”
Compressed telekinetic bolts lance forth, each one with the juice to move a fully load 53’ semi like Cena tosses Viscera. I return to my last victim, the smoldering remnants of his comrades eroding all thoughts of resistance. I stoke a sweltering plume from my armored knuckles.
“Now, you get to tell me everything you know. Then, I might make it quick. Otherwise, you get this …” I absorb massive energies from above my right shoulder and expel a little excess water from the surface cells. “then this; starting with your mincey little faggot balls.”
When he quivers and summarily slumps I let out a wail into the sky; then I turn him into freeze-dried ash. As I still my weps and stow em, I notice movement deep inside the queen’s carcass. It seems that these scoundrels were cutting her open and removing babies as they went, so there was a good bit of her left untouched. Before I can prepare for another explosive situation, the culprit shows herself. I kneel over and gather a sphere of water for the little trouper Ant and offer to help her climb out of her mother’s body. She swats my outstretched hand and grabs at the sphere. I laugh and apologize as she realizes that she can’t hold water aloft just because I can. She cuts me with her eyes and uses her wet hands to clean her blood-stained face.
I introduce myself, “Can you speak?”
*Head shake* *Throat tap*
“Hmm, I guess a freshly emancipated cannibal ant wouldn’t really have a name. I’ll just have to decide on one for you.”
*Mean mug*
“Hey now, don’t get mad at me or the definition. There was nothing in there for sustenance besides you and your sisters; am I right? Survival is paramount, I get it. By the way, how did you keep them from –”
*Ragefull mean mug*
“Oh. … Why yes my mouth does run faster than my brain sometimes, so sue me.”
*Fist shake*
“That, would be unwise. I understand you’ve been through quite a bit. But you’ve also seen what I can do.”
*Scoff*
I move in nose to nose, “A sense of the happenings outside your mother’s shell has granted you language and attitude; let’s hope your intellect and experience also grants you wisdom.”
*Short exhale*
She rolls her eyes and spring completely free of what’s left of her mother. She lands in a handstand and whips her chitinous parts clean. She pulls more acrobatics, showing off and ending up on her last pair of legs. She stands about 5’10”; her human frame is lithe yet strong, muscular yet deliciously feminine. When she realizes that her dark honey skin won’t come clean as easily as her exoskeleton, she stands proper and looks begrudgingly in my direction.
“Oh, so now you want my help? And why should I?”
*Stern pout*
“Just because you need help doesn’t mean I’m obligated to give it; specially with an attitude like yours. She-it, turmoil don’t give you a right to be that mean; I should know.”
*Eyes shift* *!Safe*
“Wait… I just… And you still don’t …Oooooh!”
*Arms cross* *Eyebrow* *Torso twist*
“After all that, and you still act like you don know if you can trust me?” I stalk in her direction; words punctuating steps. “You. Ungrateful. Little. BITCH!”
I finish the sentence with a water blast, then leave to check on the survivors. She spies a random shovel, advances with it in hand, then evaluates her impending career move. My Doujutsu may have sealed, but her reaction is still priceless. That’s right, getcho ass to work. As she wipes the loosened goop from her taunt form, I notice her picking plots for the newly departed. She wrings the excess water from her face and throws it at the ground while I calculate when I’ll be back to further aggravate her.
Those Orcs left alive remain in relative good health, save for severely frayed nerves. They shrink away as I approach; apparently they’ve never seen elemental combat before. Before I can start to explain myself, I see my little piggy cross the tree line.
“MASTER!! I thought you were gonna leave some ass for me to whoop!”
“I believe I made no promised as to that request.”
She sucks her teeth and her kin warm up to me immediately. Hmmm, leader status. They all corral around me and hug and kiss each other and thank their lucky stars for each other’s lives. I gather all their names from this exchange: Peggy from the bar, leader by right of size, I’m guessing; Porcia, tall but quite slender for an Orc; Sue and Qui-Lynn, twins most likely; and Ouicia, the runt of the group at 5 foot nothing. After the tears stop, the questions swarm.
“Wow, he really beat you, sis?”
“So, what’s he like, Peg?”
“Which one of us gets to go first?”
“Me, of course.”
“Nuh uhn!”
“You always go first”
The banter nears a fever pitch when Peggy pulls me into an unexploded structure, saying she needs to fill me in on their lives and goals and whatnot. The girls all pout, but heed. She regales me with how they wanted an all Orc community to avoid the morons, how they were shooting for total self-sufficiency, how they were just starting to get new girls to come join them. She starts to cry as she reveals that all the new residents are dead; she fears all their hopes and dreams went with them.
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“One minute I’m freakin the hell out, then you putcha hand up, and then…”
“Your emotional state’s completely changed for the better?”
“Yes, it’s… weird. Iunno if I like it.”
“I’m just playing you a piece of music I picked up.”
“See! I ain’t hear no–”
“You wouldn’t; it’s… kinda complicated how it works.”
“Unh-uh, iunwanna know, my brain can’t take it right now, ugghh. I’d like to properly introduce you to my sisters but I need them ho’s to focus; we have a lot of rebuilding to plan. Plus, you should check on your little friend out there with the shovel, iunno if I like her either. What is she doing out there anyway?”
“Burying the dead. Do you have any particular rights you want preformed on your own?”
“Huh? Oh, not really. That’s real nice of her, tho.”
“I wonder. Anywho, let me worry about Antonia. You take care of your family.”
She shouts something about them being my family now too as I leave. We’ll see aboot that. Getting attached to me can be hazardous to your health. Toni sure is working that shovel. She scores then hues out whole shaped chunks of earth; very fastidious in her efforts. Her tight, lean body glistens with fresh sweat. Her short black hair has an almost salon quality wet-look. Her work seems to consume her, but her antennae twitch like frustrated hands. A delicious aroma graces my nose as I approach. Oh, that’s right. I guess I’ll reward her for her hard work.
“Antonia. Antonia! TONI!”
*Turn slowly* *Huff and glare*
“What, is anyone else out here? I ain’t callin my own name, am I? Seriously girl, you need to do somethin with that attitude. Well?”
*Confused*
“What am I, speakin German here? Do you like ze name?”
*Contemplating*
“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be? You know I could call you a whole bunch of other things.”
*Slits eyes*
“Whatever. Come over here.”
*Points*
“I’ll finish that”
S and P waves turn rock to jelly. I return the landscape to an even texture, save for one detail. I raise an ant-shaped cut out with an inscribed crown over the queen and two hugging, curly-q tailed pinups over the others. Toni smiles at my artistry and power. The admiration is short live as she casts me a very complex mean look, crosses her arms and taps her… foot?
“Yes, I know I could have saved you a whole lot of work, but you needed it; did you not? I mean, burying one’s mother should be private, personal and far less unceremonious, don’t you think?”
She saunters towards me, wearing the softest look she’s had to date. Her complex irises iridesce darkly as she stares into my soul. She climbs my overshalw and pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss. The feel of her soft lips unleash a torrent of butterflies inside my skull. I degrade my armor and her warm, moist skin offers its caress. She wriggles in appreciation, smearing me with her aphrodisiac secretions. Compared to my natural libido, the juice is unnecessary and quite paltry in fact. I run my hands down her back and through her hair. Her antennae tickle and tease my face and ears. She slides her hand slowly down my chest, going for the gold; then stops everything when she gets a grip on the goods.
*Quixotic look* *Drop and examine*
“Oh I know we ain’t havin size issues! You want me to double the length, think you can handle that?”
She puts her hand out over a foot out from my pelvis and still gives this kind of ‘meh’-ass look. She then proceeds to prop herself up on a tree with her back to me and does something with her hand.
“Aight, I see now. You want size? I’ll give you size. But don’t start cryin when that shit don’t fit.”
She ain’t even payin attention to my ass. Oh, I’m bout to fuck this bitch in half! I build my concentration and take direct control of my somatic configuration. Long bones slighten, pelvis widens and shifts, ribs contract, shoulders draw in, musculature eases, body fat increases, hair grows down, breast mature and grow, cock and balls retreat, ass rounds, face softens, beard sloughs, lips fill, you get the picture. My visage goes from dashing to demure in no time flat. And for you ewwing naysayers out there, my glandular out put changes as well; the transformation is quite complete, I assure you. I take a minute to caress my new sexiness and relish in the feel of my own newly softened hands then I get back to the matter at hand. As I squeeze my PC muscles and abs, out from my apparent urethra slides a 2’ x 3.5” raging phallus. Let’s see if this is big enough for her! I tip toe to her little tree and bring my member across her face with impunity. That post jimmy-whip flabbergasted look is always classic. What happens next I do not expect.
She swallows my dick to the hilt in a blinding flash. I barely saw what transpired beforehand. She opened her mouth wide then her mandible split inside the flesh. Her incisors moved three inches apart and I looked as though she had no tongue. When two of them slid out from inside her cheeks, she engulfed my massive member and drove it home in one fell swoop. I lost my balance and nearly my load as I fell back onto the aforementioned tree. Her tongues begin to roam over my thighs and stroke my labia. When her feelers start to play with my clit I hit the roof. I let loose so much spooge that she begins to choke. She cupps her hands to catch the excess and takes my last spurt to the face. She spies my hungrily, wiping her face and swallowing every errant drop of my jism. But alas, the volume is too great and half of it comes back up in a projectile stream. As she sprays me with my own warm, sticky cum, I couldn’t help but fall in love with the sheepish look she gives me afterwards. Here is this very young Monster Girl who has been through half as much as I have and can still be embarrassed by the littlest thing.
“Come here, nasty girl.” I say lovingly, my voice now deliciously feminine.
*Turn away* *Blush shyly*
“Come to me, Antonia.” I say with more force. “Come claim what you desire.”
She scuttles close and we look into each other’s eyes. I see in her soul a fire that mirrors my own. Our next kiss is something else. Our souls meet, our passions soar, our tongues vie for dominance. She has me double teamed but still loses when I lick her uvula, then her epiglottis. The sounds she makes as she fights her gag reflex are exquisite. She loses that battle too and sprays more of my hot slimy fluids down my own throat. As we cease our snowballing, she positions herself to truly take her prize. She moves slowly at first, taking only a little at a time and swaying her thorax with each push. Every time I try to move, her tertiary legs hold my hips in place. I guess I’ll let her run this. She takes a few long strokes, almost hip to hip then almost completely out, at an excruciatingly slow pace. My mind is alight with desire as her antennae dance the mambo across my face. I grab her waist and pull her to my aching body, our stick figures sliding together in sheer ecstasy.
As we lock lips once more her inner muscles start to react to her rising pleasure, squeezing, shifting, sliding; like a piston house on steroids. My second orgasm rockets from me but I manage not to ejaculate. I lean down and take her pert small breast into my mouth and she gasps and goes stiff. The rhythm of her innards becoming erratic. When she finally breathes again it comes in ragged, raspy bursts. She grabs my head and tries to pull it inside her ribcage. I swirl my tongue out and around both her glass-cutter nipples and she convulses again, humping at my erection as a result. She reaches a break-neck pace and there’s no air left in the world. Our orgasm crashes like a thousand lightning strikes and roll on the horizon like ensuing thunder. I arch my back so hard our little tree snaps and becomes a bed. We lay in each other’s arms as the moon rises and the stars come out to play. It’s times like these I’m reminded why I appreciate this form, no matter what the price that was paid for it.
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