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"Mr Parkhurst, I appreciate you filling in an application and coming down for an interview. However, I am not sure that this job is for you," Richard Parkhurst took a deep breath as he heard his interviewer open with that. The panda had expected this to be a rough ride, it was a bit of an outside chance. However, he didn't just want this job he really needed it.

Leaning towards his interviewer, a female orc in a smart business suit, he replied. "I understand I might not be the usual applicant that you get for these positions. However, I assure you I am able to do this job."

The female orc raised an eyebrow and cast her eyes over his resume again, "well, you do seem a little overqualified and ...."

"I am already employed. However, I am given to understand this position only requires one week of work at a very specific time. Which I am able to fully commit to, for the remuneration that is on offer," replied the panda smoothly, adding. "Your advert did say 'orc preferred' not orc essential. I assure you that I have done my research and am fully trained. I am very familiar with the requirements of the Sacred Cleansing Shaman. In none of the tribal texts does it require the Shaman to be a member of a tribe, or any religious knowledge, beyond the requirements of the role."

Rolling her eyes the interviewer let Richard know that she doubted he knew as much as he thought he did. However, the panda had been very, very thorough and had researched the position for years. "Yes, on paper that is true. However, it is the tribe who picks their Shaman and in the past, we have struggled to find tribes for non-orc Shamans. I'm sorry, it's just the truth. I understand from the outside why someone might think this was a... desirable position. One week, high payout. However, I assure you that fee is earned and we have had several failures with non-orc candidates. Most, if not all, tribes won't accept a Shaman who is not an orc. Employment law forbids us from outright stating orcs only in the advert."

"So..." Richard leaned back in the interview chair, his nicely pressed suit pulling around his chunky frame. Pandas had a reputation for being chunky and cuddly and Richard comfortably sat in that stereotype. "Are you saying you are refusing me this role because of my species?"

A sharp intake of frustrated breath let Richard know the hidden threat had landed. "No, I'm just worried that if we accept you then you will find that no tribe is looking for a non-orc Shaman. We have no control over that, our clients select their Shaman based on a profile which will include your species. I suppose we could add you to our books, however, if I was you I would not cancel any plans I had for new-years eve or invest in any traditional vestments. We will not reimburse you for any costs if you are not selected."

Richard gave her a broad smile, "so you mean I got the job?"

"Yes and no, we will add you to our list of available Shamans and should any tribe show interest we will be in touch," the female orc replied and the pushed across a pile of paperwork. "Please read through the legal disclaimers and consent forms. We will have to conduct a very thorough background check, to protect our clients. We also need you to sign to say you are aware and agree to the requirements of the job, and we mean all the requirements of the job."

The panda barely glanced at the papers he already knew the requirements and he had every intention of doing the job to the best of his ability. He already had the vestments and a whole bunch of other things. Incenses, oils, paints, guides for the runes. He'd practised so much while he waited for an opportunity to apply. Tribes tend to use the same Shaman year after year. So it was only when tribes expanded or split or Shamans retired that new positions opened up.

He had expected that the recruiters would not want him. Almost everything he'd read told him that orcs consider the Sacred Cleansing rituals of new years week to be very private. His research had been mostly accounts from orcs expelled from their tribes telling all as revenge for their exile. Reading the sacred texts had not been easy, Google Translate did not do good with orcish and Richard was still struggling to learn to speak it. Fortunately, there was little that needed to be said.

"Thank you, you will not regret this," the panda said as he stood up and shook the female orc's hand.

"I hope not, Mr Parkhurst, and I hope you are very certain." She replied curtly, clearly still not convinced in either his ability or suitability.

"Never been more certain about anything in my life," the panda replied with a smile. He did not stick around to say any more. It was three months until new years and he planned to get a bunch more practice in. He knew that one of the reasons they wanted young orcs was because they believed in and understood the rituals. Although he was also aware that most orcs did not want the job, certainly no normal Shamans were willing to do it. Historically it had been forced upon young warriors within the tribes. That was no longer possible in the modern world. So now it was something they were paid for. Three thousand dollars for one week, a hell of a cash bonus to start the new year with.

Richard knew he could find a use for the money. The remuneration from the job was far more than any other job Richard had seen. Well, beyond board member or CEO. However, he had standards and morals, and no friends in high places to get those kinds of positions. His day job was not badly paid, though it was also dull as fuck. Despite the warnings of the recruiter, Richard booked the full week from new years on leave.

With his leave approved he waited for the call. All the while practising painting the runes and listening to his learn orcish audio course. He already had the starting and ending ceremonies memorised. What came in between was somewhat less easy to prepare for. He knew that as Shaman he would be expected to cleanse every member of the tribe. According to his contract, a tribe could be up to ten orcs, any more and the tribe would have to pay for more than one shaman.

Male and female orcs had separate cleansing ceremonies and Shamans. As a male Shaman, he was only allowed to cleanse other males. The next few weeks he waited for the phone to ring. October slipped away and he heard nothing. Halfway through November he broke and called the company just to make sure he was still on the books. The clerk he spoke to confirmed he was there and that he had been viewed several times, no interest. Richard hadn't actually asked if he had been viewed, and the knowledge that he had been rejected several times was powerful fertiliser for the seed of doubt in his mind.

As November slipped away his hopes dropped. Christmas was looming already. He knew all tribes would likely have booked their Shamans and the closer he got to the end of the year the less likely his phone was to ring. It looked like the interviewer had been right. Orcs want their cleansing Shamans to be orcs.

Halfway through December he folded his vestments and put them away. Promising himself he wouldn't give up. There was always next year, he would stay on the books and maybe he would get lucky then. Feeling dejected and rejected, the panda threw himself into Christmas celebrations with a fervour that surprised those around him. Richard went to every office party, drank far more than he ever did. He also made plans to visit every distant member of his family, people he usually only met at funerals and weddings. The only thing he really wanted was to not focus on how disappointed he was.

With Christmas day closing he contemplated cancelling his leave. Richard knew he could take it, maybe have a nice time somewhere. However, he knew he would just be thinking about how he had failed. What he had wanted to do that week. The panda had plans for the cash he would have gotten paid; his new mobile and gaming laptop would have to wait until next year. Assuming anyone was interested then.

He was on his way into the office ready to cancel his leave when his mobile phone began to ring. Giving a vocal command he answered the call. From the speaker in his dashboard, a female voice asked.""Hello, Mr Parkhurst?"

"Speaking," Richard replied, trying to keep his eyes on the road and not look at the number. He feared it was probably just another spam call, some marketing thing. If so all it would take is a single verbal command and his car would cut the call.

"This is Toma from the Rikka Agency. I know it's somewhat last minute, however, would you be available this evening to meet with a prospective client?"

Richard bit back a squeal of excitement his paws trembling so badly he also steered his car off the road. Spotting a layby ahead he slowed down and pulled in as he replied, "I... I thought it was too late."

"Indeed, however, due to... unexpected issues there is a tribe looking to book a Shaman for this year. If you are unavailable I will..."

"I'M AVAILABLE!" The panda felt the embarrassment filling him as he stopped his car. Turning off the engine he picked up his mobile and turned off the car integration. "Sorry I was on the car phone, I've pulled over now. I've available and I can meet up with the client tonight. Can you tell me who and where?" As he spoke, Richard leant over and opened his glovebox pulling out a small notepad and pen he always kept in there in case he needed to jot something down.

"That's fine, I will send you the details of the client and the meeting. Is seven in the evening ok with you?" Torna asked.

"Sure, seven, no problem. Just email me the address and all the details. Do I need to go dressed in my vestments?" Richard was far too excited to really think. Though there was a little niggle at the back of his mind asking why this tribe needed to find a shaman so close to New Year's Day.

"No vestments needed, this is not an official appointment. You will not be paid or reimbursed for any time or costs. However, if you secure the position you will get half payment in advance, as per your contract. Should you fail to show..."

"You'll take it back, I'm aware," though the panda knew that wasn't a risk. It would take Armageddon to stop him turning up for the position, though even if the world did end he would probably still turn up. He always kept his appointments and always turned up on time.

"Indeed, Mr Parkhurst. I just want to remind you that anything you do tonight is not part of your contract," the panda rolled his eyes as he was warned for the third time.

"Yes, so you've said. I understand, no pay, no costs and no coverage for anything else. All loud and clear," he responded. Though even the bureaucratic nonsense couldn't stop his excitement. He'd been picked! Last-minute and probably not first choice. Assuming the tribe chief he met accepted him. He knew there would likely be some doubt, maybe even questions about his lack of orcish nature. However, it was the chance he'd been waiting for and practising for. That three grand would be his.

Toma hung up shortly afterwards. By the time Richard arrived at his job an email with a short, very short, profile of the tribe was received. It gave the leader of the tribe's name Orick, and an address for the meeting. Details on the tribe were almost non-existent, not even a tribe name. Under the tribe's previous history there was nothing either. Richard wondered if the details were being withheld, or if they were a new client. That might explain the sudden and late nature, a tribe possibly at odds with some other company had ditched them last minute and booked a new company.

However, it did not matter to Richard. He would turn up and attempt to secure himself the job. It was that simple, he wanted this job, he needed it and he was very ready, willing and able to do it. The day passed slowly, he was far too excited to focus on work. So he spent most of the day staring at the clock, willing time to move faster. The more he stared the slower it past.

Eventually, hometime arrived and he sped home as fast as he could. Getting his robes out and hanging them up, to get any creases out of them. He checked on his stocks of body paints and massage oils. None of which he needed to take, not for a simple meeting. However, running through all of these checks helped calm him down. This was it, his first and last chance. On the plus side so close to New Years and the start of the cleansing, it was probably it for the tribe too. The last roll of the dice, on some strange little panda who had had to practically threaten to sue just to get his name on the books.

As the time drew a little nearer he checked through his wardrobe. He ran his paw across the four suits he owned and decided they were not right. Formality, or at least business wear was something most orcs had a distaste for. Though in his mind a little doubt niggled away, maybe going formal would show more respect, and he knew he needed to be respectful of their traditions. However, in the end, he tried to compromise. Choosing some very new jeans and a freshly ironed shirt.

Trying not to run through every fact, every detail he had memorised on the Shaman's job, Richard got into his car. The address wasn't too far away, in a slightly nicer area of the suburbs. Where the houses were much more spread out and came with small patches of land around them.

After a short drive, Richard pulled up to a neatly mowed lawn, and a white picket fence. He wasn't sure why, but that was a little disturbing. Of all the things he had expected and orc to have in their garden, an actual white picket fence was last on his list. It might be this was all a joke, some office prank pulled at the expense of the only non-orc Shaman on the company's books. Well-to-do house, nice area of town. Richard wouldn't be too surprised if he knocked and an annoyed human opened the door.

However, he had come this far already. He was not going to let some bits of dead tree cut and painted white stop him. So he got out of the car and opened the white picket fence, walked up the very neatly laid flagstone path and rang the doorbell. A happy little melody chimed out, something familiar and yet he could not put his finger on the name of the song.

A minute later he heard the thump of some feet and then the rattle of a door handle. Taking a deep breath, the chunky panda braced himself for disappointment as the door opened. Richard took a tiny step back, without realising it, as his head tilted up so he could look at the face of the behemoth that towered over him.

Green skin, neatly trimmed beard, bulging muscles and shoulders so broad the orc had to turn slightly sideways to slide out of the front door. "I suppose you're the Shaman?" It muttered, and Richard could feel the huge brute's purple eyes looking him up and down. The face was someone who was far from impressed with what he saw.

Gulping, Richard steadied himself and thought back to what he had learned through the training programme he had attended and from his online research. "I suppose you are the chief who wants to hire a Shaman just over a week before New Years." He replied and tried to put a little bite in his words, and matching the orc's stare with his own unimpressed look. To most species this would be considered rude, but orcs looked to push, especially on first meeting.

The huge orc stared right into his eye and Richard held his gaze unwavering. Eventually a smile broke onto those green lips, his lower tusks slipping into view. "Why don't you come in and we can discuss things a little more? I'm not saying I'm accepting you as our Shaman."

"Thanks, I'm Richard Parkhurst by the way. Oh and by coming inside, I'm not saying I'm willing to take the job. Just willing to consider your tribe," Richard knew that last part was a lie. He really wanted the job, but he also knew he needed to stand tall. Or as tall as a five-foot-seven panda could do next to a seven-foot plus orc.

"Orick," the orc grunted and Richard noted the orc did not give up his tribe name.

Inside the house, things were a little bit more like he'd expected. Although still very neat and tidy the artwork was far more orcish. Lots of scantily clad orcs in various battles. A few vases and a general green motif in the carpet, walls and furnishings. Green orcs originated in the rainforests and they see green as their colour and tended to display it everywhere. "Your home is very well decorated." He observed out of politeness, though for him a little variety on the colour scheme would have been welcomed.

"Thanks, I only moved in a couple of months ago. You should have seen the looks on my neighbours when they found out an orc was moving into their street," chuckled the orc. "Some of them are nice actually, but some of them smile with only their lips." Richard knew those kinds of smiles when everything about the person says they hate you, but their lips that are trying their best to lie.

The orc led him into a large kitchen. Where Richard noticed a recently boiled kettle and a small pot of tea with one cup. His eyes quickly spotted the clearly new box of green tea bags. Obviously, the orc had rushed out to get something he thought the panda would enjoy drinking. Sure enough as soon as they arrived Orick said, "would you like a cup of tea?"

"Yes, thank you." He said accepting graciously and not mentioning that he really preferred coffee.

Huge orc hands made the teapot and china cup look like a child's toy. However, tea was poured and it was not a bad cup, high quality at least.

"So I suppose we had best get down to business. My tribe is looking for a Shaman and your company has suggested you," Orick said. Alarm bells rang in Richard's head. The company did not want him on their books, they had made that clear. Why would they push him on anyone? "I don't believe in beating around the bush so I think I'll address this directly. A non-orc Shaman is highly irregular and that makes me wonder why you are doing this?"

Using the cup of tea to gain some time to think he took a sip. Richard knew this also was a slight power move, showing he would not be bullied into answering on demand. After the sip, he gave a smile, "nice tea. As for your question. I will not deny a certain attraction to the role, based on the requirements. I won't lie about that. However, my parents died when I was young and I was raised by an aunt who... was not entirely warm. As an orphan, I find the idea of a tribe... fascinating and attractive as well. I suppose I could have found a... a partner and settled down into a family. However, I find that my tastes run a little different and I have struggled to connect with a partner. I spent much time researching the various species and preferred family, tribal or clan situations. When I came across a text explaining the Sacred Cleansing Shaman I found myself thinking that would be something I would welcome."

The green orc stared at him, his purple eyes studying every feature of the panda's face as if looking for any sign of a lie. "You are aware of the importance we orcs place on this ritual and that, while we know how others might view it as just a party of sorts."

"To be considered by any agency you are required to complete full training. There were fifteen non-orcs in my class and only I passed," Richard replied calmly taking another sip of his tea. "I am aware that this is attractive for reasons that I have been honest do attract me. Had I not been serious about this, I would not be sitting before you. I do not take your customs or this position lightly, or see it as I suspect many non-orcs would see it."

Orick shook his head, "I am not sure, I wanted to see you and look you in the eye. Usually, that helps me be sure... I remain unconvinced."

"That is, of course, your decision to make." The panda replied feeling his heart racing. Things were falling apart again. Yet he couldn't help but think there was something else at work here, something else that might help him breakthrough. "You have asked me some candid questions, may I ask you some?"

The orc nodded his head slowly and Richard let rip with the first one, "why don't you have a tribe name? Nothing on the paperwork and you introduced yourself by only your given name. Orcs never do that unless they are without a tribe."

"Our tribe is... new," the orc replied and Richard noted the small pause and that the orc's purple eyes looked away as he said the word new.

"As in created through splitting from another tribe?" Such things were reasonably common, orc tribes larger than a few dozen tended to break into two tribes, still connected but distinct.

"Not exactly," Orick replied and Richard saw the orc take a breath as if preparing himself. "Two years ago I moved here for a job against the express wishes of my tribe's elders and I was expelled from my tribe for it. I tried to join other tribes, but with the black mark of expulsion fresh against my name, I found none would accept me. After meeting a few others who were expelled from their tribe I decided... to make a tribe of my own."

"Is that possible?" Asked the panda a little shocked. He'd studied a lot about the orc tribal culture and heard nothing about forming new tribes save through splitting of existing tribes.

"Technically, yes. To be a tribe all you need is sufficient members and to observe the appropriate customs and rituals as a tribe for a year." Orick gave a huge sigh and leant heavily against the counter. "It's not been as easy as I thought it would. The elders don't like people like us doing this. Exiles are supposed to be alone or to go crawling back to beg forgiveness."

"Does it matter if they acknowledge you? I mean, they expelled you what does it matter?" Richard could see by the look on Orick's face that it mattered.

"To be part of a tribe is to be an orc. Alone I... I dunno what I am and I'm not a criminal. I just wanted a better life. My tribe... we have done everything within the rules and still, they look to throw every obstacle into our path." sighing and looking at his hands. "All the orc Shamans, they have refused us, even preferring to miss out on the pay and the ritual. If we miss this ritual, our legitimacy will be questioned and our chance to be a tribe will be delayed by another year. Just because some of us made a mistake, or wanted something our elders said we should not have. We are not bad people. We need an appropriately ordained Shaman. However, I must warn you, that if you did perform the rituals for us, none of the other tribes would take you on. You would share our black mark, so I would understand if you said no. We have been rejected by everyone else anyway."

Richard sat silently and then he drained his cup as he thought, "every test I took I failed, each time I had to appeal to prove my answers were correct. I had to pay for my training three times. Even once I had forced my way through the training I had to lie to an agency to get an interview. They only took me on their books because they thought it would be easier to accept me knowing nobody would hire me. Every week I called up and they would tell me just how many tribes had looked at my profile and rejected me. If I take this job, you will get to be a real tribe, take a name and they will just have to swallow it?"

Orick nodded, "more or less. Only the Sacred Cleansing Shaman need come from outside, we already have a fully ordained, if exiled, Shaman for our other rituals."

"Then, please contact the agency and confirm acceptance of me and I will do the same," the panda grinned as he added. "After a couple of years with them spitting in my face, it will be nice to spit back. Besides, the Cleansing Ritual is about new beginnings, leaving the poison of the past behind you. I think this is the most appropriate use of the ritual."

A broad grin crept across the orc's huge face, "thank you. I will let them know and... I won't forget what you are willing to do. As far as my tribe is concerned you will be welcome to perform the cleansing every year until you retire."

"Now, we should discuss the details. I will need to know exactly who I am to cleanse. I have much to do, paints, oils, and incense must be selected and made," the panda said, a feeling of relief flooding him. It was not what he'd imagined, but he had a job. Though he hoped Orick would be true to his word, a second black mark on his name would make it highly unlikely anyone would ever accept him.

Over the next hour, the two discussed the details. Orick detailed his tribe of five outcasts. Each one had a different heritage, making Richard's task far more complex. Each group of orcs had different needs and he would need to satisfy them all as part of the cleansing. The tribe had booked a cabin up in the mountains with everything they would need. Plenty of room, privacy, huge kitchen and a sweat lodge. It also had a hot tub and a small pool. Which was not essential, however, certainly did not hurt.

By the time he left the panda was fully excited at the thought of fulfilling his dreams. For years he had worked to bring those dreams to reality. A short email was sent to the company confirming he would be attending and to book a slot in the preparation ritual. A simple confirmation was received, along with the first half of his payment. Which he let sit in his bank account, he would enjoy spending that afterwards.

Christmas passed far slower than he would have liked. Richard regretted making so many plans to visit the family he had never really fit in with. He ate very little, knowing what was coming up he tried to keep his meals simple and healthy, drinking just water and trying to avoid meats. Which given the time of year was hard.

At last, the day arrived. Richard rose long before the winter sun, he had been unable to sleep anyway. He showered and breakfasted. Looking to keep himself calm and centred, he avoided his normal cup of coffee and instead reverted to stereotype with a soothing cup of green tea. In his mind, he reviewed all the designs he had prepared assigning for each orc. Fortunately, as each member of the tribe hailed from a different heritage he was able to easily assign the designs to each orc without ever having met them.

Every few minutes he would check his watch and look out the window for the car that would be sent to pick him up. It was all part of the service provided by the agency, paid for by the tribe. As the hour drew close he picked up his silken robes and felt a shiver of excitement and he pulled them on. They were of simple design, a square of material with a single hole for his head. No belt to hold them down, so a gust of wind could cause an inattentive Shaman to flash his neighbours.

The robes had a band of colour for each of the seven orc tribes forming a sort of rainbow. Around his neck were the symbols of each tribe, symbolising that as a Shaman he was of all tribes, and yet also of no tribe. His bag was pre-packed with everything he would need, all his shaman supplies and a change of clothes for afterwards. He was expected the wear the robe for the entire week of the ritual.

A car pulling up to his house was the final sign. Mentally he ran through everything he had prepared for the thousandth time. Then he left, he could not help but notice the surprise in the face of the driver, an orc. Clearly, he knew he was picking up a Shaman and was surprised to find it to be a panda. Though the only thing he said to Richard was to confirm that he was indeed the right person.

The car drove him to a temple. Richard knew that, after the preparation rituals, he would be driven directly to the pre-arranged camp and there his job would truly begin. He had trained in the same temple and he was gratified to see all his teachers looking surprised to see him return. Walking with the rest of the Shamans he couldn't help but notice he was the only non-orc. However, all seven tribes were represented, hundreds of orcs of every shape and size. Male and Female walking together many talking quietly. Richard had assumed that the Sacred Cleansing Shamans would mostly be young, and yet he could see orcs of every age.

Filing into a preparation room each Shaman found their spot signified by a hook with their name on a tag. Richard's was right along the end, he couldn't help but notice at the end after almost ten empty hooks. However, as he took his robe off, Richard heard someone approaching him. "Last peg on the left, that used to be mine for the first couple of years." A soft feminine voice muttered from behind him. Richard finished pulling off his robe and turned to find another shaman standing behind him. It was female, or Richard guessed that was how they identified from the breasts, long hair and slender more feminine body. However, there was a slight squareness to her jaw and a definite penis on display between her legs.

Feeling a little flustered the panda shrugged, "I guess, is it a new guy thing?"

"No, it's a close-minded thing," the orc replied with a shrug. "They'll get used to you, they got used to me. I'm Tamala." As she spoke she offered a hand.

Shaking it, Richard replied, "Richard. Nice to meet you."

"You need any help painting up? It's easier to work on someone else," Tamala offered as Richard felt the strength behind that grip. Tamala had the orange skin that suggested she was of southern mountain orc heritage. Though like most American orcs she had no hint of an accent, clearly she had been raised in the states.

"S... sure, you want me to paint you too?" the panda asked and he could tell from the smile on the female orc's face that he had scored a new friend. Or at least a one for this one day a year.

"That'd be nice. My tribe usually has to touch up my paints when I get there. They'll be shocked to see me with my paints straight." Replied the female orc. The rest of the orcs had already started to file out. "Come on, let's find a good spot in the halls and get painted up."

Richard was glad to have at least someone to talk to. "You see the same tribe every year?"

"Yeah, my girls are the sweetest," confirmed Tamala. "Took me three years before someone could get beyond my penis." Richard gave a slight squeak as the female orc mentioned the one thing he had been trying very hard not to look at, mention or think about. "It's ok, I know it's there."

"Sorry, I never... I mean I totally support, I just never and I'm not sure... jibbered the worried panda.

"We don't need to talk about it, hun. Just don't call me a dude and I won't point out that you're a panda with a fuzzy, yet adorable, butt," laughed the orc with a wink.

Richard followed Tamala into the great hall. Hundreds of Shamans split into pairs and sat down beside neatly arranged sets of body paints. They were to paint of the holy symbols of cleansing, they would stain his fur too and could only be washed out with special oil. They were the same as the paints he would use to start the cleansing of the tribe. At the end of the week he would clean them off the tribe and eventually when he got home he would finally clean them off himself.

The great hall of the temple was lined with huge columns. An altar at on end, no windows, the entire hall was lit by rows of candles around the outside and next to the seemingly randomly placed supplies. The pair found a pile with no orcs around it and silently began to work on each other. Richard felt his paw trembling a little as he began to paint. He'd practised a thousand times on paper at home. Yet painting them on a living breathing orc was something different. He hoped Tamala wouldn't be upset if he made any mistakes.

While they worked on each other, five Master Shamans walked up and down the hall, with a lantern in one paw and a lit incense brand in the other, chanting softly. Richard had memorised every chant, even though he knew that it was not his place to give the chants. Somehow that helped, he'd listened to them so often at home while practising that the sounds calmed him. The smell of the incense was deeply musky, but with a faint floral after scent.

Before he knew it, they finished and he exchanged a silent nod of approval with Tamala as he looked at the runes that had been painted across his chest. They were intended to hold all the evils of last year inside him. That was the true purpose of the Sacred Cleansing Shaman, he would help clean all the evils of the past year. For the next week, the orcs would eat healthy food and drink only water. They would spend hours in sweat lodges, looking to expel all the evils of last year, which tribal custom claimed were held in the fluids of the body.

Richard felt a thrill as he thought of the one other duty of the Shaman. The one bodily fluid that it was deemed could only be fully extracted with the aid of another. Five males orcs, all of them looking to him to drain every last drop from their thick heavy sacks. The panda bit his lip as he felt his sheath starting to swell, he knew to the orcs this was a serious duty and he wanted to treat it as such. Though he knew once they started, it was perfectly acceptable for everyone involved to enjoy it. Just because it was a religious ritual did not mean they couldn't have fun. The tribe would almost certainly enjoy themselves as he put everything he had learned into practice to milk them over and over.

As the five Master Shamans began to speak he followed the other Sacred Cleansing Shamans and knelt down. Placing his forehead against the cool flagstones as he did his best to hold back any further thoughts on what awaited him at a cabin up in the mountains. Instead, he focussed on the words being spoken. All about the duty and honour of being the ones who bear the evil for the next year. Orc tribal beliefs consider that Cleansing Shamans take all the evil from the tribe away with them and live with it for the next year. Each orc Shaman would have given up the right to be a member of their own tribe to be there. All bad luck and bad karma of the tribe were their burdens to bear.

Richard smiled as the Master Shaman talked about the nobility of taking on this challenge and how they would be blessed with great reward in the next life. Inside his head, the panda thought there was also a reward in this life. He knew that throughout the year it would be the tribe's duty to take care of him. To protect their Shaman as he held on to their evils. If a Shaman died, the evil and bad luck they take is believed to escape and return to those from whom it originated. So for the next twelve months, he would have a family, of sorts. Five orc brothers who would be there should he need them.

As the prayers ended hundreds of voices lifted up giving a solemn promise in orcish. Richard spoke the words flawlessly, he had practised for so long it was actually a relief to say them for real. What was even weirder, he found himself meaning them far more than he thought he would. With their response given the door to their changing room opened again, casting a bright white shaft of light across the room. Without another word, the Shamans started to filter back into the changing room.

Looking around, Richard could see hundreds of naked orcs, each one painted up and ready to serve their tribe and he was among them. Swelling with pride to be among the group, even though he knew many of them did not approve of him. He was there to serve his tribe, just like they were. His vestments were pulled back on and he bid Tamala a quick goodbye. Before working his way back to the car, where his driver awaited him.

"It's a bit of a drive I'm afraid. A a good hour to two, assuming I get lucky with the traffic," the orc observed. From his skin tone, he was of forest heritage similar to Orick's. Bald, and bearded, with the natural rugged handsomeness of his species. "Couple hours for me to get back to my tribe too, gonna miss the opening of the cleanse, again. Every year I miss the start and the finish. Still, hard to say no to triple pay, I got a couple of young uns and thanks to bloody Christmas we have to get them a lot of stuff. I keep saying, we're not Christian and you know Santa ain't real. However, all they see is their human and other kin friends getting loads of stuff and they want some too."

Richard was not sure what he could say in response beyond, "I hope you get lucky with the traffic in both directions." Orc children were generally looked after by a selection of their more senior relatives during the New Year's Cleansing. Ones granted disposition by the elder shamans to bear their evils an extra week and attend a cleansing later instead.

"If you want to get a little shut-eye on the way I'd understand. I often find you Shamans do on your way too and from. Rest up before and recover afterwards." The driver added and Richard gratefully took him up on the offer. Not because he was feeling particularly tired. More because he did not want to talk about things. Right then he wanted to be doing and somehow discussing buying kids Christmas gifts seemed to somehow ground him away from the moment.

So he closed his eyes and lay his head back. Despite not feeling tired, it did not take long for the rhythmic sounds and motions of the car to rock him off to sleep. He was awakened by the driver opening the passenger door and shaking him lightly, "alright, Sir. You've arrived."

Yawning, Richard came back to the world of the conscious and then his brain kicked in. He was there! "T...thank you," he mumbled a little embarrassed as he climbed out of the car. "Hope you get to your cleansing quickly and don't miss too much." He said as he climbed out of the car, his shaman bag clutched in his hands. The cabin was right before him, he was a little shocked by the size of it. When he had heard log cabin he had been thinking about something smaller and more rustic. He could see two floors, a balcony, the pool was in sight, just to the left side and he could see a large hut at the far end, which he assumed was the sweathouse.

"Good luck," the driver replied as he climbed into his car. A few seconds later the car roared to life and drove off. Leaving the chunky panda standing by the front door, his heart racing. Richard knew that he was expected inside and that the tribe would have heard the car. However, he took a moment to scan the horizon, enjoying the mountain scenery as inside he tried to down out every single memory of someone questioning his ability to be a shaman. Every doubt in his mind had gone from a little whisper to a deafening shout and he found his legs froze.

Behind him the door opened and a naked Orick emerged. The huge orc gave him a worried look and Richard gave a nervous smile. Then he held back a slight chuckle as the naked orc danced a little across the gravel path as he moved over. He could not help but notice the green orc's floppy maleness swinging around. It was thicker than any cock he'd ever had and it wasn't even hard. "Everything ok?" Orick whispered. "First-time jitters?"

Taking a deep breath, Richard turned to face him and gave a shrug, "just for a moment. I'm ready now." He replied, and gave a nod towards the door. Orick gave a sigh of relief and turned. Once more the panda had to bite back a little chuckle as the huge orc danced his way quickly across the gravel barefoot. A large green ass twitching at him as the orc jumped through the open door.

Richard looked around one last time and then walked to the door. Stepping through he found himself in a large open room. The far wall was one long window looking out of the mountains and pool. On a huge L-shaped sofa sat three other orcs, while a fourth stood looking out the window. Orick was standing beside a table laden with food just to the right of the door. He was the largest of the orcs, though the rest still had that orcine physique that he found so attractive. All but a blue orc had a beard.

"Greetings, it is time for you to cast aside the troubles of last year and face a new dawn, cleansed and reinvigorated," Richard announced. He had asked Orick if the tribe would prefer the rituals to be given in orcish. However, as each of the tribe came from a different heritage they all spoke different dialects, so the preference was for him to speak in English. Which to Richard's mind made the words seem far clunkier and less important.

Putting down his bag he opened it and pulled out several bundles of incense. Lighting them up and waving the smoking brands around so that the blazing end formed a series of orcish runes he chanted loudly, in common orc. This part was not optional, the chant could not be translated, but it was not for their ears, it was for the goddess of life and renewal. Five sets of eyes watched him without a word.

It was hard not to notice the lack of clothing and, that as he moved around the room he noted that not all of the orcs were as soft as Orick had been. Several were clearly partially erect and others were probably more fully ready for cleansing. With the room fully prepared Richard placed the burning incense in some holders that had been pre-arranged.

Switching back to English he bowed slightly, "who is ready to cast off the ill deeds of yesteryear and embrace the challenge of tomorrow?" The question was a formality. The first was to be Kornac, as the youngest of the tribe and one who had never been through the ritual before tradition demanded he be the first. By the fully erect cock that sat between his blue thighs the young male knew it.

Richard knew he had been expelled from his tribe at seventeen because he was caught cheating in a high school football game and thus had brought shame on the tribe. That had been seven years ago and he had never found acceptance with another tribe. He was clean-shaven and had an embarrassed smile on his face. His cheeks were slightly purple with a blush as he lifted a huge hand, "I offer myself to the goddess." The young male's voice had a slight chuckle to it. His blue eyes matched his skin colour and they shone with barely contained excitement.

The panda gave a solemn nod and opened his bag pulling out his set of paints and brushes. Then he walked over to where Kornac sat, with his huge blue legs spread wide. Richard tried to not stare at the huge blue shaft that was pointing at him and drooling. Nor the two hairy nuts that were squashed against the sofa cushions. Instead, he selected a dark green paint. The colour was used by Kornac's people, each of the five orcs would have a different colour and different symbols. For the blue orc, it was the serpent.

Leaning over the large blue form he put brush to blue skin. Hearing the orc suppress a giggle as his brush tickled over a pert nipple. "It's ok to laugh," he whispered and could not help but notice the purple hue on Kornac's cheeks grew far darker. It was adorable, and all Richard wanted to do was to kiss those blushing cheeks and grab a hold of the thick and pulsing cock that he could feel pressing into his stomach.

However, he had a job to do. From behind he heard someone whisper, "why is he painting snakes?" Glancing back he could see the others looking, from the accent he guessed it was the red orc, Shor who had asked.

"To the North Orcs, the snake is considered sacred. Just like your people worship the bear," Richard replied as he finished the first snake on Kornac's right pec. Slipping lower he started on the next snake, this one was over the stomach. "One over the heart, one over the belly, one on the cheek. To protect the heart, body and mind. Then one last one," Richard did not mention where the last snake would be painted. Though he knew the orcs present would already know.

"To make sure the evil does not return once cleansed," Orick explained anyway. While, Richard blew softly on the paint, the blue orc dancing a little on the sofa. Standing up again he began to work on the orc's cheek, using a much finer brush for the smaller design. Kornac's lips twitched when Richard blew on the paint and Richard felt a desire to kiss those blue lips again.

However, the last design was still needed before anything could happen. All four were needed before Kornac's cleansing could begin. Slipping to his knees he selected a new brush and reached out. Kornac moaned as the panda's fingers grasped around the base of his thick cock pulling it down slightly to allow him to work on the upper side of the shaft. Painting quickly and blowing as he did so Richard added the serpent coiling around the orc's cock the head was painted carefully on the glans.

All the while, Richard's mouth filled with drool. Under his vestments, his cock was fully erect and throbbing just as hard as Kornac's. He took extra pleasure in blowing on the paint. Kornac's moans of pleasure and the shudders that ran through the orc's body let him know just how much the young male wanted to be cleansed.

"Your body is prepared," Richard announced. "Is your mind and soul ready to be made clean?"

"Oh fuck, yes!" Kornac replied, his voice loud and eager. As excited and eager as the orc appeared it was as nothing to the excitement that Richard felt inside himself. His paw moving slightly he looked into the eyes of the snake he had just painted. Richard kissed the snake and he heard Kornac cry out in pleasure. Wasting little time he pressed forward, feeling that thickness gliding between his lips, he moaned softly as he savoured the flavour. Bitter precum and the odd sweetness that he knew came from the pigments in the paint he had used. His tongue squirmed against the throbbing blue meat.

"What's he like?" Richard was far too busy to look around and see who had asked. Instead, he let Kornac reply for him. Increasing the suction he bobbed his head fast pushing until that blue meat pressed right to the back of his throat. The cabin echoed with the pleasured moan from the blue orcs lips.

"Sounds like he likes it," observed another orc and a wave of laughter echoed around the cabin. Richard smiled, bobbing slowly savouring every thick and throbbing inch. The cleansing ceremony is intended to be a joyous one, their laughter was welcome. To Richard, it was a sign that the orcs were accepting him and he closed his eyes. Allowing himself to feel every last inch, to feel every vein and lump as he sucked firmly.

Under him, the blue orc's hips started to buck and a huge hand landed on his head. Richard held still, his paws stroking over the flexing thighs as Kornac took pleasure from his panda muzzle. The extra length of his muzzle allowing him to take more cock than most orc lovers could manage. His furry hands reached down and grasped around Kornac's swinging orbs. They were hot and sweaty in his palms, he squeezed and tugged on them gently making Kornac cry out again.

"Oh Fuck!" Richard felt the throb between his lips and then a tickle at the back of his throat before it was flooded with potent musky fluids. Gulping quickly he swallowed blast after blast as Kornac fucked his first load into the panda's eager mouth. The young male had been unable to hold back, and Richard knew that was not part of cleansing. As their Shaman, it was his job to bring them to orgasm quickly and often.

The cabin echoed with the thunder of four sets of huge hands clapping and the cheers of four orcs, congratulating the young man and the Shaman on a successful first cleansing. Richard felt the heat of a blush on his own cheeks, as Kornac's thrusting grew slow and the flow of fluids stopped. He swallowed and pulled his lips off the softening flesh, licking across the snakehead, he had painted, to get the last drops. Taking the first of their ills inside him, the runes on his body ensured that all the ills put inside him would never leak back out. Although it was expected that much of the cum would.

Getting to his feet, Richard let his paws stroke lightly up Kornac's panting form and across his cheeks. The young orc smiled up at him and nuzzled his cheek against the paw. Returning to his job Richard asked, "who has won the right of second access?" This was where the preparation Orick and he had made ended. The right of second was determined by a test of strength. Usually by a simple arm-wrestling contest, before the Shaman turned up. So the panda had no idea who had won, but he did know what they would do and his tail quivered in anticipation.

A large black hand reached up into the air. It belonged to Kurst the big black jungle orc sat down heavily on the sofa, "I did." Kursk's white teeth and tusks gleamed in stark contrast to his skin as he looked at the panda, knowing exactly what right he had won. Richard's eyes trailed down the strong form, his muscles far better defined than the young blue orc, with a round gut and a nice thick cock between his legs.

Richard gathered his paints and brushes and moved over to the black orc. "Congratulations on your victory," he whispered. Richard's eyes glanced down at the thickness and he felt his buttocks tighten at the thought of what was to happen next. Gulping, he dipped his brush in the white paint and began to prepare Kursk for the cleansing. Starting on the right pec again, over the orc's heart. Where he painted a white tiger, in a circle chasing its tail. Then on his knees to paint a running tiger across his stomach.

While there, his nose picked up the potent musk of the orc's cock. Richard's mouth began to drool again and he couldn't stop himself from stealing glances at it. The other orcs were talking in low voices, he heard a few impressed words as his artistic skills began to shine through. Kursk's black skin was a wonderful sexy canvas for him to display his skills.

Standing up, he reached out and gently cupped the black orc's bearded chin. Those brown eyes looked up at him and the orc's smile widened. For a moment Richard paused captivated by the lustful look in those eyes. He wanted to taste those lips, but he knew that was not his place. Richard needed to focus on his duties. Onto Kursk's cheek, he painted a tiger's head.

With Kursk's cheek completed, Richard slipped down to his knees again. His nose getting dominated by the black orc's musk. Reaching out he grasped the orc's cock and as he did so he felt it pulse under his fingers. A jet of precum spurted from the black cocktip and landed over his face. Kursk's face was a mask of embarrassment as the other orc's chuckled.

Feeling the fluid dripping down his cheek, Richard laughed too, "you're supposed to wait until you're fully painted." The panda observed as he began to paint over the thick maleness. A white tiger with its head at the tip of the cock and its tail running into the thick bush of pubic hair that covered Kursk's crotch.

Blowing softly on the paint to dry it, Richard felt himself trembling as he knew the time had arrived. Standing up he turned around. Kursk was no stranger to cleansing rituals and he clearly knew what Shamans did to prepare. The orc reached a hand under Richard's vestments. Richard could see all four of the other orcs standing around watching, Orick had a glass of water. While Kornac was nibbling on an apple. However, he could see all of them were fully erect, waiting for what they knew would come next.

Rough fingers touched his ass and he moaned softly as he felt them pressing between his cheeks pulling the chubby panda's cheeks apart and finding what they were searching for. Richard bit down on his lip as Kursk got hold of the plug he had put in after his morning shower. It was not any ordinary sex toy. It was carved with orcish runes and big enough that afterwards Richard's ass would be very ready for Kursk's cock.

Inside him, he felt the plug moving, his ring stretching slowly as the orc pulled. Bending over slightly to ease the angle. Moment by moment he felt his ring stretching. Richard gasped as he felt the rubber plug sliding out from inside him, feeling suddenly empty. He knew that the empty feeling would not last long. Kursk continued to pull, slow and even. The panda gave out a soft cry as he felt the plug pulling free and out of his body.

Kursk lifted up his hand triumphantly and grunted with the effort, given the size of the butt plug. It was a black plug with orcish runes around the width. Part of Richard's training had involved proving he could take the full thing comfortably, to prove he was able to take what the tribe might have to give.

"Whoa, that's huge!" Kornac observed as the others' eyes went from the huge toy down to the panda's ass.

The same thought had gone through the panda's mind when the toy had first arrived. However, he also knew that because of it he was lubricated deep and fully stretched ready for Kursk, and every other orc, to give him everything they had just as hard as they could. Stepping backwards he bent over, hovering over Kursk's lap. Two strong hands grasped his buttocks and he let the orc guide him down.

A second later he felt the orc's thickness slipping between his furry cheeks. He moaned as a tiger was pressed to his pucker and he lowered himself down. The empty feeling inside him slipping away as inch after thick throbbing inch of orc meat was stuffed into his ass. Kursk's voice lifting up in pleasure. The panda cried out as Kursk bucked under him, that thick cock slamming hilt deep inside him, while those strong hands pulled him down.

With a yelp Richard fell back, Kursk catching him easily. A deep manly grunt escaping the orc's lips and echoing right into his ear. Kursk's hot breath flowed over his neck. Then he felt tusks grazing his neck as the male inside him growled with barely contained lusts. A second buck and the black meat inside him forced its way deeper.

Richard cried out and then gasped, as a powerful hand grasped around his erect maleness. Kursk licked his neck, bucking again as his hand jerked on Richard's cock. The panda whimpered and moaned as he felt the stiff rod inside him thrusting wonderfully. His cock tingled with pleasure as the orc milked it, his strong hand moving faster and faster.

It was considered good luck to force a Cleansing Shaman to cum on first fucking. Kursk clearly was an orc who wanted all the luck he could get. He bucked faster and faster, his cock slamming hard into Richard's ass. "What's panda ass like?" The red orc asked his eyes locked on the scene in front of him. Richard knew his vestments blocked the view and yet, everyone there knew exactly what was happening and the sight of their eyes and erect cocks drove Richard's lusts higher than he ever thought possible.

"Mmm, so much cushion," the black orc snarled. "I just want to get on top and see just how hard he can take it."

"Ah... that's...what a Shaman is for, I can take everything you can give and everything they can give," the panda cut in quickly and then yelped as strong arms lifted his and unceremoniously dumped him face-first on the sofa. Richard felt a draft as his vestments were lifted and his ass exposed to the whole tribe. While the vestments covered his head blocking out the cabin from his view.

He felt the sofa shaking as Kursk climbed up and then he felt a thick cocktip pressing to his stretched ass. Kursk grunted with pleasure as Richard felt the orc's cock slamming home hard and fast. Two huge nuts slapping hard against his own. A hand grasped around his cock and Richard moaned to feel those fingers tugging on his maleness. In his mind he counted, two hands on his ass and one on his cock.

Lifting the vestments he found Kornac kneeling beside the sofa, one hand slipping under Richard's body. The rest of the tribe was not prepared, so they were unable to do anything but watch. He cried out in pleasure as he looked at the other three orcs; standing nearby, each one with an erect drooling cock. Richard could see the hunger in their eyes, their lust stoked even more by the frustration of having to wait their turn.

Above him, Kursk was letting loose. His thick hips smacking hard into Richard's plush rear, the smack of skin on fur echoing around the cabin. With each thrust the panda squealed and pushed back wantonly, needing more. Richard found himself staring into two blue eyes on a smiling face, as the black orc took him with the brutal savagery he had always desired and had been desperate to feel.

Reaching out he grabbed Kornac's head and pulled him close. Doing what he had been aching to do to every single orc since he arrived, he kissed him passionately and hungrily. His tongue dancing in the orc's mouth as he felt the thickness reaming his desperately needy insides. His cock throbbed desperately in Kornac's paw and before he even knew it he was in the full grasp of his orgasm. Crying out against those sky blue lips, while his cock jetted rope after rope of panda seed onto the sofa.

Kursk roared out in pure bestial triumph, he was not holding back anything. His black hips thundering home against the chunky panda ass fucking him desperately and letting go of everything. The cabin filled with the sloppy sounds of a flooded ass being reamed out by a thick cock as Kursk fucked every last drop into the desperately needy panda Shaman.

Kornac held up a blue hand, glistening with streams of white seed and all the other orcs cheered. The Shaman had cum first, their tribe was going to be blessed with good luck for the next year. Richard panted heavily but knew he was not permitted to bask in the afterglow. He had more duties and three desperately horny orcs to cleanse.

Everything that had happened so far was all part of the script. However, this was where the script ended. It was all up to him and the tribe. Richard knew that whatever they wanted he would do. Rolling off the sofa he got back to his feet, smoothing down his rumbled silken vestments. "Who wants to go..." Three horny orcs stepped forward to volunteer, "next."

Gulping the Shaman blushed, he could feel cum already dribbling out of his ass. The empty feeling inside him was suddenly all his mind could think of. "I... guess I could do you all at the same time." He said his voice faltering, but his desire doubling with every second that past. Especially as three nodding orcs grinned at him and stroked their hard drooling shafts.

Choosing Orick first he selected his orange paints and began to paint the trees that the forest orcs used as their symbols. Chest, stomach and face. Then on to the red orc, Shor. A bear was painted on his chest, stomach and then cheek in blue paint. Lastly, Elos the yellow orc from the plains. A gazelle was their symbol and Richard painted the symbols as quickly as possible. All three orcs were grunting and groaning with barely controlled lusts. He lost count of the number of times one of them grabbed his body.

"Not yet, you all still need one last symbol to start the cleansing," Richard whimpered, his own cock was fully erect again. Every breath he took was filled with orc musk and the stench of Kursk and Kormac's cum. His throat felt parched, he was so thirsty, yet not for the cool bottles of water in an icebox on the table.

Richard slipped down to his knees, a whimper catching in his throat. As he found himself before three drooling orc cocks. He knew just how desperate the brutes were. Orick's cock was first again, a tree was painted roots coming from his bushy crotch and branches delicately painted over the green orc's glans. A jet of precum hitting his cheek as he worked. Next Shor's cock was adorned with a bear, a roaring head painted around the full circumference of Shor's cock head. The body was painted down all sides of the shaft.

With each stroke of his brush, he heard the orc above him grunting with barely contained lust. The jaw of the bear was a little blurred as a few drops of pre had leaked out but Richard knew that only he would get close enough to see that. During the ceremony, the orcs may touch and play with each other, but they would never risk another orc cumming in them. That would spoil the cleansing. He was the one in which all their evils and seed would be placed.

Moving to the final cock he began to paint a gazelle along the shaft. Above him, he heard moans and gasps. A glance upwards showed that Orick and Shor were kissing passionately. While Elos looked down his eyes begging and pleading for the panda to work faster. Their hands were running over each others' chests. Richard gulped softly, knowing that he had three orcs, all pent up, getting more aroused by the second. Once he was finished with Elos' preparation they would be unleashed on him and all three would want to empty inside him as fast as they could.

Blowing softly, he dried the final painting. The tribe was fully prepared. Now nothing remained for the week but helping his tribe empty their ills into him. For seven days he would spend every moment at their beck and call. He would massage them, wash them and let them do anything they wanted to him. The only rule was that they must always climax only inside him. Any seed spilling outside of the Shaman was an ill that might find the orc again.

Any moment they wanted access he would bend over, or take a knee. As much as he loved and revelled in the thought of that. It wasn't the only or even the driving reason behind his need to be a Cleansing Shaman. After the week, for one year, he would be part of their tribe a brother. Richard would have five strong brothers who would watch over him. Five shoulders to cry on, and so much more. All he had to do was bear their evils for a year.

With Elos fully prepared. Richard knew the time had come and all of them were free to be cleansed. His hunger inside gave Shor no choice. The orc had the thickest cock and since the moment he had seen it the panda had burned with the need to wrap his mouth around it. Which he did, swallowing the bear whole and sucking desperately. While above him Shor cried out in shocked bliss. The other cocks were not left unattended, he grasped them with one paw each and started to jerk them rapidly.

"Oh... oh fuck! He's...oh!!!" Shor's moans filled his ears. Richard's hunger grew as he heard the pleasure in the orc's voice. Orick's cock was pulled from his hand and he heard the slap of feet on wood as the huge orc walked around.

"I've got next on his ass," the green orc growled and Richard could hear the pure lust in those words. Two hands grasped his hips and he was lifted up onto all fours. Richard gasped struggling a little to make sure his lips never parted from Shor's cock. His free hand grabbed Shor for support. Then he moaned as he felt a huge stomach pressing into his back. Two green hands stroked around his chest pulling him close as the forest orc mounted him.

Richard moaned around the thick red shaft as he felt Orick's cock pressing to his pucker. He sucked desperately hard on Shor's shaft, "oh fuck!" Shor's voice echoed around the cabin. The red orc grabbed his head and started to fuck his mouth in short fast thrusts. Richard knew to hold still. As behind him, the green orc pushed in to the hilt. Kursk's cock and the plug had prepared him fully. His ass pushed back wantonly, letting Orick know he could go harder.

Thick orc cock pounding both his needy holes, Richard was lost to his lust. Elos pulled back, his cock pulling free. The panda guessed that the orc was getting a little too close and he wanted to make sure he got a proper cleansing. Orick moaned and panted into his ear with each thrust, he could feel his own cock throbbing as each thrust tingled inside him. He could feel fluids dripping slowly down his taint, and guessed that Orick's brutal mating was making some of Kursk's first load spill out. The runes would keep the ills inside him though, nothing was leaking out but clean and tasty orc semen.

Caught between the two powerful forms all he could do was hold himself up. Pushing back wantonly against the green orc above him, wanting more. His moans muffled by Shor's thick red meat, which was flooding his tongue with floods of bitter precum. Richard drank the fluids greedily his throat feeling so dry and his thirst growing by the second. The red orc was clearly on the edge and Richard let his paw slip down to the huge sweaty orc nutsack. It was clammy to the touch and danced in his palm as he gently squeezed and tugged on it.

Shor's voice lifted up, only there were no words only the sounds a beast lost in its rut. While his hips moved with a blur and Richard felt a throb running from the base of the thick shaft to the back of his throat. Suddenly his mouth was flooded and he was gulping just as fast as he could, desperate to keep every drop inside him, not to let any ill escape him, he wanted to cleanse his tribe properly.

Behind and above him, Orick grunted and moaned. Suddenly a tusked mouth was biting and nibbling on the panda's neck. Richard whimpered and tilted his head as much as he could giving Orick as much access as he could, wanting nothing more than to serve his tribe. He could feel damp panted breaths of the orc as they flowed through his fur, the drool of the beast in heat dripping down his neck. While inside him the green thickness pounded and reamed his depths for everything they could get. With each thrust, the green orc's hips pounded into him harder.

Orick above him, thrusting down, the angle somehow perfect it mashed against his prostate. Powerful twinges of pleasure running up his spine, deeply lost to the pure lust of the moment. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered that they were not alone. Three sets of eyes had watched him be spitroast between two of their tribemates. Each one no doubt thinking of how they would cleanse their next load in their Shaman.

As his cock throbbed and he felt Orick losing everything inside him, all Richard wanted was more. He knew he would get it soon, but he was desperate to take everything they all had. Somehow even being mid-fuck he was desperate to have more. Two cocks in him were good, but it was less than half of what the tribe had to offer. He was their Shaman and he would cleanse them all, drain every last drop out of them and let them face the new year fresh, cleansed and as happy as they could ever be.

Orick groaned and cried out, the orc's mouth pressed into his neck. So Richard could feel the force of his cries as their hips collided over and over. The warm tingle inside him enough for him to know that Orick had was getting his first cleansing. With a passion that took Richard's breath away, the orc continued to pound into him, as if desperate to cleanse an entire week's worth in a single fuck.

Richard's own cock was throbbing and he could feel his orgasm growing near. Only, as Orick's pleasure subsided the orc slowed down and the panda whimpered with need. His cock throbbing, and his balls blue with the denial of their release. As the weight above him vanished he looked up to the yellow orc Elos. The last orc to be cleansed. There was a fire brighter than a sun burning in those eyes. They were both on edge.

Shor's cock was pulled from his lips and the red orc staggered back panting. Richard looked at the yellow orc, his eyes desperate, "please... I need more." He begged and it was all he needed to say. Elos grasped him and lifted him, Richard sighed as he was laid facing upwards on the sofa. His ankles were grasped and suddenly Richard felt himself being bent double.

Elos clearly needed to take him just as badly as he needed to be taken. The orc was inside him a moment later. Richard's ass so flooded and loose already that the cabin echoed with the splashing sounds of a flooded ass being bred. Richard could feel more cum leaking down his crack and onto his tail. However, that sensation was a tiny part of the sensation that filled his mind.

What filled his mind, was what filled his ass. Orc cock! Thick, warm and needful. The two cried out in unison and Elos began to pound away at his sloppy hole with all the speed and strength he could muster. Richard's cock throbbed and bobbed over his stomach as each powerful thrust made his chubby body wobble slightly. Then a hand touched his cheek, a strong black hand caressing gently. Looking up Richard found himself staring into two gentle brown eyes. Kursk was smiling down at him, the orc's lips were moving. Yet Richard could not focus to hear the words, his bodies need was far too great. He pushed back into every thrust and his cock dripped precum over his belly.

A pair of blue hands stroked over his belly and shoulders as Kornac rejoined. The two orcs being first had already recovered. Their touch was tender, Richard could feel the care there. Just a hint of what he hoped to experience the rest of the year. Elos crashed into him over and over. Their mating brutal and fast, neither one of them were able to hold back. A blue hand grasped around Richard's cock and black lips pressed down to his mouth. Lost in the middle of his lovers Richard could do nothing but submit to the pleasure he felt.

Crying out as he desperately kissed Kursk, the panda shot forth his seed, most of it landing in his own fur, or on his robes. Elos voice roared out, somehow both very close and distant at once. More orc cum was fucked into his needy ass. Yet that was not what Richard focussed on, not even the pleasure. It was the closeness, as more orc hands began to touch him. All five of his tribe surrounded him showing their gratitude.

Richard wasn't sure how long he lay there, kissing the lips that he was given. Not rejecting a single touch, or word of kindness. Each of the orcs shared some tenderness with him, and promises were whispered. Those who had yet to feel his ass promised they would soon. Others promised that the panda would taste them soon. Orick's words were of how grateful he was, that they all were. With their Shaman, they were now a tribe complete. Complete was how Richard felt, for the first time in his life.

His vestments, stained with so much cum, were cast aside and he knew he would spend the rest of the week naked. Orick took one hand, and Kursk the other. The two orcs escorted him out, with the rest of the tribe in tow. As a full tribe, they entered the sweat lodge and began to relax. Letting the heat build and force their bodies to sweat out the evils of yesteryear.

Starting to come to his senses, Richard began to put his training into use. His paws reaching out he began to massage Shor's shoulders. The red orc being seated next to him. Many words were spoken, jokes were shared and yet they were not half as important as the feeling of oneness. Richard had studied, trained and read every word on the benefits and duties of a Sacred Cleansing Shaman. However, it wasn't until that moment that he understood.

As he moved from orc to orc massaging away, helping them relax. It was hard not to notice his tribe's growing arousal. All eyes seemed to be on him and he revelled in their gaze. As he rubbed Kornac's shoulders the blue orc moaned softly, "mmm I still have yet to get inside you properly Shaman."

"Aye, me too," Shor cut in quickly and loudly added, "I've got next!" The red orc's voice was gruff and dominant and Richard felt a thrill running down his spine as two huge powerful men argued over who would fuck him.

"There's no need to fight... I am fully trained and prepared to cleanse you both." The panda's whispered voice was somehow as loud as a thunderclap.

"You mean... together?" Kornac asked, the young orc clearly not prepared for such an offer.

"If you wish it, yes," Richard replied glancing at Shor and blushing as he saw the look on the red orc's face. Shor wasn't fooled by the panda's words. It wasn't just if they wished it. Richard wished it and the panda knew the other orcs could tell.

The red orc wasted no time, climbing up onto the bench, shoving Kursk out of the way and laying back into the black orc's lap. His huge cock erect and throbbing. "Come on lad, let's cleansed together," Shor said gesturing for Kornac to join him.

Looking a little doubtful Kornac got to his feet and sat down next to the red orc, he glanced at the panda, "we... we won't hurt you, will we?"

Smiling at the tenderness in those kind and worried eyes, Richard shook his head. "For years I have been preparing myself for this day and I promise you will not hurt me. "Waving at his own crotch, where his cock stood fully turgid and desperate to play. " See how my body reacts to the thoughts of taking you both."

That seemed to convince the blue orc and he lay across the bench, pressing his ass up against Shor's. A black hand grasped around their erect members pulling them together. Richard looked at Kursk who winked at him. Clearly the orc was going to help guide him in. Richard could feel five sets of eyes burning with lust as they stared at him, waiting for the next show.

Richard got to his feet and turning around he slowly began to move over and down onto the two. A green arm, and a yellow arm going around his shoulders as the other two orcs supported him, helping him into position. Taking deep calming breaths the panda began to lower himself until he felt something warm and hard pressing between his cheeks. Kornac's cocktip, the blue orc was longer if not thicker than Shor.

The panda felt his heart racing, he knew that for all his boasting and training, he'd never done this before. It was one thing to take a huge toy when you have complete control, but another to take two cocks, both belonging to a horny orc who might buck or move at a wrong angle. However, he had made the boast, given the offer and now he would have to prove that he could take them both right down to the root.

Kornac's cock slipped in easily, his well used hole stretching around it. Richard moaned to the increasingly familiar sensation of orc cock filling him. Just an inch lower and he felt something new, the second cock pushing at his hole. With fingers guiding it, pressing it to make sure it was pushing right to his already stretched pucker. Whimpering softly, the panda pressed onwards and downward. Biting his lips as Shor's cock began to force his ring open. Why did he have to offer to take the thickest cock with another? However, the pain was balanced out by the desire and the burning need to prove himself.

With a gasp, he felt Shor's head push beyond his ring and then he moaned. His ass felt stretched beyond belief and he held still panting. The orcs seemed to know this was not the time to say anything, they just let their Shaman adjust. As the pain eased he pushed down again. His paws grasping at the arms of Orick and Elos, using their strength to support him and stop him slipping down too fast. The panda's chunky legs were feeling wobbly already, he was grateful for the assistance.

Inch after inch he slid his warm rump around those two cocks. Kornac's voice lifting up in shock and bliss, while Shor grunted and moaned in response. Richard looked up into the bearded faces of Orick and Elos, both there to support him, hold him for as long as he needed. Both wishing him on, wanting him to do this. Then his eyes flicked down to see two fully erect and drooling cocks. Clearly they were not just wanting to help, they were enjoying the show and possibly thinking of how they too might get to share a panda ass.

Giving a cry of triumph, Richard forced his ass down further, his insides stretching around the two thick meats. Until he felt his hips pressing down onto two orc crotches. "Fuck!" Shor cried out, his eyes wide in disbelief. The orc panted and looked up at Orick, "when you said our Shaman was not an orc... I thought he'd never be able to do it..."

"You were wrong," Richard cut in riding high on a mixture of endorphins and adrenalin. Desperate to prove just how wrong the red orc had been, his paws reached out. He grasped the two thick and throbbing rods before him and before Orick could add anything to the conversation; Richard's nose was buried to his crotch. Thick green orc dick not only filling his muzzle but sliding down his throat.

Any words Orick had planned to say were never uttered. All that the green orc could do was cry out in bliss. On a high he had never known before, Richard began to bounce his hips, those two cocks sliding in and out of his ass, squeezing together and he flexed his buttocks. While his tongue and mouth worshipped Orick's cock, sucking and slurping with only one goal in mind. To extract as much cum as he could from every orc present. To show them that he wasn't just as good as an orc Shaman, he was better.

"Fuck...oh goddess!" Kornac's voice cried out and Richard felt one of the cocks inside him moving. The young orc having lost control he was thrusting desperately into the wonderful tight moist hole his cock was inside. A heartbeat or two later Shor joined him. The two cocks sliding in and out in a way that the panda had never dreamed, so many sensations that he couldn't keep up. His head swam and he could feel his cock throbbing desperately.

His mouth seemed to work on its own, thrusting and slurping on the thick green meat hungrily. There was no savouring, no attempting to prolong the pleasure for any of them. All of them, thrust and bucked wildly. Their bodies sweaty bodies pressing to each other. Elos' cock was throbbing hard in his paw and he knew the yellow orc was close. A wrist grabbed his free paw and pulled it off Orick's ass and to another erect and needy member. Kursk had joined the throng.

Above him came the sounds of moaning and smacking of lips. A quick glance up showed Kursk, Orick and Elos trading passionate kisses. With renewed vigour, his mouth sucked and bobbed on the green length, deep throating it again and again. With every trick he had been trained in, learned or researched on the internet he did everything he could to bring pleasure to all five orcs at once.

It was the youngest and most inexperienced who lost it first. Crying out and thrusting upwards as hard and fast as he could Kornac fucked and rutted his seed into the panda. A moment or two later Orick roared out in pleasure too. Richard felt the throb of the cock as it slipped between his neck, along his tongue and right down his throat. Holding still he let the green orc drain every drop right into his hungry stomach.

Just as his lungs were screaming for air, Orick pulled out and staggered back panting. A black cock was thrust into his unresisting mouth. Richard blushed a little to see Kursk physically shove Elos out of the way. Seeing two huge and powerful mates battling to have him was more arousing than he ever thought possible. He welcomed the black rod into his mouth and easily down his throat. The black meat lacking the girth of the green.

He could feel Kornac's cock softening yet still inside him, the sounds of his ass being reamed and flooded made for a sloppy background to the moment. Punctuated by the grunts and moans of his orc lovers lost to the bliss. Shor was next to give in, the bouncing of the chubby panda ass proving his undoing he roared with bliss as he fucked his seed in, where it mixed with that of his entire tribe.

Kursk did not last much longer, already aroused from the show and from being pawed. The orc gave Richard a much-needed drink and then pulled back. Kursk's cock had not fully slid from his lips before a yellow dripping member was smeared over his cheeks. Leaving a trail of orc precum over his cheek. Elos was clearly far too desperate to wait. The moment his cock pressed into the panda's tight throat he too lost control and Richard felt the yellow orcs balls twitching on his chin as they drained into him.

With two softening cocks were still inside him, Richard tried to stay balanced. With all the orcs having moved he stumbled a little. Only for many strong hands to grasp him. Suddenly he was hefted up, cradled in Orick's strong arms. "We need to move this outside. Everyone needs to hydrate and then it is time for a break. I think our Shaman could use a rest if we expect him to last the week." Richard did not say anything, he just enjoyed being held and protected. Letting the tribe take care of his needs, as he had taken care of theirs.

The rest of the week past all too quickly and wonderfully. Richard spent time with all of the tribe, in a group and one on one. Cleansing them all again and again. By the end of the week he felt utterly drained and spent, he lost count of the number of times he had taken them all. The last morning was a sad one, knowing that he was going back to his boring life. Using scented oils he cleaned off the marks he had painted, showing that the cleansing was completed. However, he left with the contact details of the five orcs, his tribe for the year, secured in his phone.

By orc tradition and custom he had taken all their sins and evils on to himself. All the arguments, hatred, spite and bile. They were now cleansed and ready to face the new year clean and refreshed. Orc custom said that he would have to bear all that evil for them. Yet he felt lighter and happier than he'd ever felt in his entire life. When the car arrived to pick him up, he felt tears in his eyes to leave the tribe. However, he did not cry knowing that they would be his tribe. Next year he would offer to cleanse them again and hope they would say yes.

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