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Terry was so tired by the time he stumbled into the mess tent that he didn't even notice the stench of sweat clinging to the air. Hell, he could barely smell it over the acrid woodsmoke that was still clinging to his adapted battle robes. The mage just plodded by the other diners, not even casting a glance at them as he leaned heavily on his staff. He collapsed into the first open chair he found, and just sat there, staring straight ahead without thought.

Nobody made any comment; the low hum of chatter in the mess tent continued. Eventually, somebody placed a bowl laden down with camp rations in front of Terry, and the human mage began eating. Terry didn't acknowledge the person that had given him the food; he just mechanically moved spoon to mouth, chewing and swallowing without tasting anything beyond his smoke-scalded tastebuds.

"Rough one, pinkskin?"

Terry didn't react for a few moments. It wasn't until he'd swallowed down another mouthful that he glanced up, and his bloodshot eyes picked out the green-skinned, thick-jawed face of Rurgal. The big orc's lips were tilted up in a grin around his tusks. It was the same masochistic grin Terry had grown used to seeing on most of the seasoned forest firefighters' faces, whenever they spoke about particularly awful and draining days.

It took a few more long moments for Terry to respond. When he did, his voice was a bit thin, and he didn't even bother to acknowledge the 'pinkskin' comment. "It kept leaping over our fireline, catching in some of the trees along our border. I had to keep hosing it down and blasting off the upper branches."

Rurgal slowly raised a thick eyebrow at the human. "That's it?"

Terry managed a heavy sigh. "Yeah, Rur, that's it." He took another big bite of stew before he went on. "If you wait until I've had some sleep, I'll probably make up some sort of bullshit heroic story about it, like you and all the others always do. For now, though, I just want to fucking eat."

Rurgal gave a hearty laugh at that, and sat back in his seat. Terry could feel the orc eying him, but for once he didn't care. The other firefighters had been eying him since he'd shown up at the camp two weeks prior. He'd heard their whispers as they looked at him; a slightly pudgy, pale-skinned human still fresh from the Academy. He stood out amongst the them: the stocky dwarves who carried their hatchets and saws like they'd been born with them; the elves who picked out easy paths through the undergrowth and the scorched wood; the broad orcs who seemed to never tire from the long hikes and the brutal work. Most of the other spellcasters there were druids and shamans like Rurgal, or maybe the odd hedge-witch. There were certainly no other casters who had had the chance to grow soft while training at the Academy.

Rurgal seemed to take particular joy in prodding at Terry. He always came by at the end of the days to joke with him, and prod him for details about his exploits. The one time that Rurgal and Terry had been assigned to the same section of the forest, the orc had guffawed uproariously ever time the human stumbled in the underbrush.

At last, Terry finished his meal. He didn't bother with his dishes; he'd seen the other casters leave their dishes on more than one occasion, when they were drained from a particularly intense day. He grabbed his staff, and rose shakily to his feet.

He got about five steps, his knuckles white on the staff's length, before an enormous arm wrapped around his shoulders. Terry glanced over in surprise, and found that Rurgal had come around the table. Before the human could protest, the orc was walking along, supporting part of Terry's weight.

"You're barely standing pinkskin. Come, let's get you back to your tent."

The two ducked out of the tent. Outside, the sunset was a dark, cherry red from all the smoke. They walked along the lake that made their camp's anchor point, where a few of the other firefighters were washing off the day's sweat and smoke. It was a short walk to Terry's tent, but it felt long with Rurgal helping him the whole way. Terry was uncomfortably conscious of that powerful arm resting across the back of his neck, and that roughly calloused hand squeezing his shoulder.

At last they passed the group tents that the other firefighters used, and reached the individual tents for the spellcasters. Rurgal helped Terry into the human's small tent; not big enough to stand up in, and just large enough for his bedroll, his pack, a few spellbooks, and an incense burner. Terry lied out on top of his bedroll, still wearing his sweaty and smokey clothes. He didn't even bother to get into the roll for now. He closed his eyes and took a few long, deep breaths.

It wasn't until he opened his eyes that he realized Rurgal was still there, standing just outside his tent. The orc's green skin had an almost brownish tint in the red glow of the sun. His broad frame was standing there in his ruffled, soot-streaked robe. Those eyes were roaming over Terry's prostrate form.

There was a long moment of silence as Terry just stared up in surprise. He cleared his throat, and Rurgal's eyes jerked up to Terry's face.

"What?" Terry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You know it isn't uncommon, when a gentleman walks you back to your home, to invite them in for a drink."

Terry was perhaps a bit too exhausted to fully process what Rurgal was implying. As a result, the human just blinked in confusion. "A drink? Rur, it's not like I've got a teapot in he—" That was about how long it took for the human to catch on to the full implication. He blinked once more, this time in surprise, and his mouth dropped down into a perfect circle. "…wait. You aren't suggesting, uh…"

The orc's face cracked into a grin around those tusks again. "I am. Have I made my interest over the past few weeks too subtle?"

Terry kept staring at him, his sluggish mind struggling to keep up. "Are you telling me that after an entire bloody day of tramping through the bush you still have the energy to, uh…" He trailed off, then gave a meaningful nod.

In reply, the orc crouched down at the entrance of the tent. "My stretch of the fireline was quiet today. Also, your answer wasn't a no. Was it a yes?"

The human stared up at him, his mouth still hanging open. He let his gaze wander over that powerful form, crouching to show off the impressive muscles in his legs. He swallowed. "Yeah alright. Just, uh… you're going to have to do all the work."

Rurgal snorted, then leaned forward, and began crawling into the tent, his hands walking up along either side of Terry's legs and torso. Terry felt his breath coming to him faster, and the heat of Rurgal's body moving up his own.

The orc's low voice came out as a hissed whisper. "Poor tired Terry. All those long walks to and from the firelines wearing you down?"

"Oh shut it," Terry muttered, but there wasn't much force behind the words. He was too distracted by Rurgal's body pressing against his, especially as that tusked face pulled up level with his own. He could barely make out the features in the red light of the setting sun filtering through his tent's canvas. The orc leaned forward, and rubbed his face against the human. Terry felt those thick tusks rubbing against his cheek, and his heart hammered in his chest. He was still dazed from exhaustion, but his entire body was alight with sensation. He could smell the orc's sweat, and feel it on that green skin.

"So soft and unprepared…" The orc let his hand slide along, then up under the shirt that Terry wore beneath his robes. It squeezed at the softness of his stomach, the rough fingers sending burning sensation across the human's smooth skin. Terry could feel a blush burning on his cheeks: both embarrassment, and the flush of arousal that his body was too tired to do anything with. "You know, you're a damn talented meteoromancer. Everybody knows it. It's too bad that you're always so drained by the time you get to the line. Even more of a shame that you're so tired when you get back…"

Rurgal's face lowered, and he began nibbling and kissing at the skin just where Terry's jaw met his neck. It took Terry a few moments to respond, but eventually he managed to gasp out, "What are you trying to do? Seduce or mock me?" Truth be told, the human didn't care which was the answer at this point. That hand stroked and squeezed lower along his stomach, until it was teasing at the waist of his pants. Each touch of those rough fingertips sent sparks through him, making him stutter and gasp.

"Why, certainly not mock." Rurgal's voice feigned offence, but the soft grinding of his entire big body against the human's smaller, softer frame betrayed his true feelings. The orc pulled his face back from Terry's neck, and all at once Terry was staring into those deep brown, almost black orbs. "You know, I'm a spellcaster as well. A bit different from you, but… I know ways to ease the ache from your muscles and bones every night. I could help you, if you agree…?"

There was something odd in the way Rurgal had phrased the question. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Terry knew that something was off about the whole situation. But… he was tired. He hurt, and he had been hurting for two weeks straight. Not to mention, with the orc's body pressed against his, and that hand teasing the flesh just inches from his by-now straining arousal… "Alright. I agree."

The orc's hand darted up again, and grabbed a firm handhold of his soft stomach. "Good." And then purple light sparked to life in Rurgal's eyes, and there was a small flash of purple from down below. Terry let out a startled grunt as he felt magical energy flow into his drained body, pooling in his stomach. Deep in his guts, he felt an uncomfortable, though not painful, burn, and a sensation like a tight muscular cramp. Terry began tilting his head down to look, but was stopped when Rurgal pressed his face forward and kissed him. The human groaned into the kiss, and didn't pay attention as the orc slid his glowing hand up further under the shirt to squeeze at Terry's chest. With the shirt still covering everything, Terry didn't notice the slight firmness that had risen up beneath his soft stomach, or the green discolouration of his skin there.

The purple glow sunk into Terry's chest, and he let out a slightly uncomfortable grunt into Rurgal's mouth. The softness of his pecs spread out as his chest creaked a bit wider. The thin, almost invisible dusting of blonde hair there grew darker, and a hint longer as the skin it was rooted in darkened. The pigment went from milky white down to an almost ruddy green in the fading light of the sunset.

Rurgal's free hand moved to unfasten the human's robe, and slipped it off of his shoulders. The other hand pulled up his shirt, and Rurgal broke the kiss just long enough to pull the shirt free and toss it aside. Terry felt the orc's tongue against his lips, and he parted them eagerly. Rurgal's hands wandered over to the human's shoulders, and he began massaging them. He was on his knees, now, crouching over the human and keeping up his assault on his lips.

Terry gasped in the orc's breath, his mind having trouble keeping up with the overstimulation. The ache in his shoulders grew more acute for a moment as purple light sank into them from Rurgal's hands. There was a low, barely audible creaking sound as the human's shoulders grew more broad, and the muscles in them thickened. The green tinge crept into them, and then began inching down Terry's arms. Everywhere that the green skin spread, the muscles underneath Terry's soft flesh grew larger and harder. It wasn't rippling muscle; not by a long shot. It was more a thickness; something that offset the arms' softness.

All at once, Rurgal pulled back from Terry, breaking the kiss. The human gasped for breath, his eyes wide. His mouth, though stinging from all of the smoke he'd inhaled throughout the day, could still taste the orc's lips and tongue. That purple glow was still rising off of the orc's hands, mixing with the dim red light in the tent. It set off the

Rurgal moved efficiently while the human was dazed. He inched his knees back, and then slid one between the human's thighs. Terry spread his legs without question, and Rurgal slipped his other knee into the space that left. He let the glow of his magic fade, and finally shrugged off his own robe. He knew he only had a few moments before Terry regained his senses, and he had to find a way to distract him. His hands went to the buttons of his own breeches, and he popped them with ease.

Terry managed to start glancing down just in time to see the orc's member bob free of his pants. His eyes focused on the thick, rigid shaft, and he sucked in a deep breath. "Oh."

Rurgal grinned. He reached down, and gave his shaft a firm stroke. It throbbed as purple light filtered from the hands into the surface of the cock, and he felt it grow slick beneath his fingers. At the same time, his other hand moved to undo Terry's pants. He worked the human's pants down around his thighs, letting his own smaller, but every bit as hard member bob free. Then, both hands gripped the human's rumpcheeks, and he lifted them up.

Terry let out a stammered protest as the weight settled on his shoulders and upper back. He threw his arms out to either side of himself to balance and support the weight, expecting his exhausted muscles to give out. To his surprise, though, there was a bit of strain, but he found that he was able to support himself.

Any other thought he might have put into that vanished as Rurgal squeezed his rump with both of his meaty hands. Purple light flashed, and then the orc thrust forward. The thick shaft squeezed against his opening for a moment, and then the head slipped in. Head speared into Terry's ass, both the acute heat of the shaft piercing him, and the tight heat of the purple light.

"Fuck!" the human gasped out, almost a yelp. He barely even noticed the tightening of the large muscles in his rump, the almost-cramps running through them.

"Careful, pinkskin," Rurgal teased. His voice was haggard with exertion, but he was still able to force that grin to his face. "Tent walls don't muffle much sound."

"Oh shut u-" Terry had to bite down on his lip to hold in another yelping groan as Rurgal pushed forward again, sinking maybe two inches in. The orc's cock in him was uncomfortably thick; just on the edge of being painful. The orc pulled back, and squeezed down on the soft flesh of Terry's rump. More magic sunk into it, and green crept into the skin. At the same time, the slight sag of the rump rose; still soft, but now with more muscle underneath the support the weight. Rurgal pulled his hips back, and gave a hard, brutal thrust. The look on Terry's face as Rurgal's hips slammed flush against his cheeks was delicious.

With that, the orc began jackhammering into Terry, revelling in the slapping rhythm of their flesh against each other. Both men had to bite back their groans and grunts. With each thrust, that green flesh crept down Terry's legs. Rurgal felt the muscles in those legs, spread on either side of his torso, twitching and tightening, before growing broader. Terry's head was tilted back, his eyes clenched shut as the orc thrust jolts of pleasure into him. Any of the discomfort had disappeared, much faster than normally happened when Terry took it from another man. It was taking all of his effort not to cry out in pleasure with each thrust. He could feel his shaft throbbing, so close to release already.

All at once, Rurgal stopped thrusting. It was just for a moment; so he could move his hands up to grab the pants still pulled down around Terry's knees. He pulled them up and off of him, trying to move as quickly as possible. It was still enough time for Terry to suck in a full, uninterrupted breath, and glance down his body at Rurgal to see what was happening.

He froze, his body tensing deliciously against Rurgal and clenching on the shaft. In that instant, his eyes took in his entire body; the flesh all green but for a patch of pale milky flesh around his rigid shaft. And… well, still just as pudgy as before, but somehow… thicker. Better formed. More able to support his own weight.

Terry opened his mouth, and staggered out a, "Wait, what in the he—"

Rurgal lunged forward. He slammed his shaft hard into Terry's ass as he pressed his lips once more to the human's. Those hands moved: one going to clench at Terry's shaft, and the other cupping the human's chin.

Terry's eyes fluttered, staring up into Rurgal's intense orbs.

His lips parted for Rurgal's tongue.

Rurgal began thrusting.

Purple light sparked in Rurgal's eyes, and flared up from both of his palms.

The thrusts were short and brutal now, driving deep and only pulling out maybe an inch or two each time. Terry's eyes rolled back at the twin sensation of the cock slamming into him and the hand stroking his own shaft. Rurgal squeezed down hard, and felt the shaft swelling thicker. Those balls grew just a bit heavier.

Rurgal kept looking down into Terry's barely coherent face, watching as milky white skin turned green, and blonde hair darkened.

Magic flared, and finally it was too much for both men. Rurgal gave one last crushing thrust, and then his shaft throbbed as he spurted his load deep into Terry's depth. The thicker shaft in Rurgal's hands jumped in response, and splattered cum across Terry's bared, green chest. Rurgal shivered in the powerful kiss as, amidst their joined climaxes, he felt Terry's lips shift ever so slightly. He pressed his tongue in harder as a pair of smooth, bony tusks slid up, just visible above Terry's lower lip.

The two rode out their climaxes, waves of pleasure washing over both of their bodies. Slowly, they both came down, and Rurgal finally broke the kiss, letting his body slump down atop Terry.

For his part, Terry just lay back on his bedroll, feeling the heat and bulk of the orc atop him. He was staring straight up at the top of the tent, his eyes wide and his chest heaving. He was exhausted again; if anything, even moreso than he had been when they started. He felt wide awake, though too stunned to do anything about it.

At length, Rurgal shifted on top of him, and Terry groaned as the orc pulled his softening shaft free. Rurgal slid himself forward, until his face was just shy of Terry's.

"So… what do you think?"

Terry just stared at him, speechless at first. When he did speak, his lips moved awkwardly around the slight protrusions of his new tusks. "You turned me into an orc."

Rurgal snorted. "Oh please, that's preposterous. Look at how delicate that chin is." He stroked a finger along Terry's chin; still definitely human in proportion, unlike Rurgal's heavily jutting chin. "I just made you half-human."

Terry replied instinctively. "Half-orc."

"Matter of perspective, really."

"Matter of—" Terry stammered, and then yelped, "You polymorphed me! Do you even know how to reverse this?"

There was a long moment of silence while Rurgal thought about it. Then, at length, he shrugged. "Dunno." Terry opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off when the orc pressed in for a kiss again. Terry sputtered into his mouth, caught off-guard. His short tusks brushed clumsily against Rurgal's more prominent ones. The orc pulled away, then muttered, "You should have a bit of an easier time making those treks every day. We'll figure out turning you back at the end of the summer. Be a waste, though. You're fucking adorable."

Terry just stared up at the orc, his body tensing occasionally. He could feel all of those new muscles flexing just beneath the surface of his still-present pudge. His entire body just felt… thicker. Broad. Strong. At length, the half-orc just shook his head and muttered, "You're an asshole."

"Without question. But I'm the asshole who just fucked your ass, greenskin." Rurgal's grin couldn't get wider. "Now get to sleep. We have to find you some slightly bigger robes before we head out to the line tomorrow."