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[b][u][center]Mother's Potions, Son's Applications

For a-lycotonum

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

University, education, higher learning: there was no point to any such things for most orcs, and even the former half-orc Urzog was finally understanding how little such things helped most of his people.

He sat on a carved throne that the warband carried around on poles, though currently it was situated at the middle of their camp, looking down on the great bonfire that they'd lit with all the old chests and crates that they'd looted from a nearby village. The leaping flames consumed everything in their path, including most of the meat that they'd thrown over it to cook for the night.

Not that they had any problem with wasting meat at the moment. They'd looted probably three weeks worth of food from the village, and if they wasted a couple of days' worth of it, who cared? They'd be able to steal more from another village after that.

Urzog grunted as he leaned back on his throne, looking at the various raiders and warriors that made up the warband. They were mostly of his clan, marked with a trident across the left temple and cheek, though there were others that bore the blood-fingers across their forehead or the black eyes over their chest. Heart-Squeezer or Shadow-Eye, they were all welcome under his banner, and they knew that they would do better there, anyway.

The orc looked down at his mostly-empty mug of grog, only to have a woman approach him from the side. The only human woman that was allowed to freely roam the camp. The only creature that dared to move freely among the orc people.

His mother, Alyssa, leaned down as she filled the mug, her breasts almost falling out of her skimpy top as she looked him in the eye.

“Your warband has prospered, son," she said, kissing his forehead. “I knew that the potions were the right thing for you."

“Heh, you knew me better than I knew myself, mother."

It had taken more than a little effort to get his words back after his mother had come so close to dumbing him down with an overdose of her potions, but some books and a few chats with his mother had set him back on the right road to success.

After all, his father had been a good, if stupid, leader of the warband. Getting killed by some lucky adventurers, however, had opened up a spot at the top of the heap, and he had taken that slot without any regrets. Not after the potions.

Urzog grunted as he quaffed the drink, throwing it down with ease before slamming the wooden mug down on the arm of his throne again. Alyssa was still there, though, which meant there was something that demanded his attention.

Probably something sexual, knowing her. She bedded him as often as the camp followers that they managed to keep around with threat and coin.

“What do you want?" he grunted.

“Oh, merely what will make your life easier, Urzog," she said, her voice low and soft, sensual in the way that it always was, pulling him in to listen more than he should. He knew it, and did it anyway, leaning down as she whispered.

“Your men brought not only food and drink, but captives back to the camp."

“Yeah? So?"

“There's an opportunity here, my son, an opportunity that you would do well to recognize."

“Heh. You don't mean fun with them, do you?"

“Not immediately, no," the witch-woman said, shaking her head. “Come on, my son. Do you remember how to think?"

“Of course I do! But that's not what you want me to do."

“This time, I do. Come on, now, tell your mother what sort of opportunity this gives us…"

She was running her hand along his thigh, a few inches away from shoving her fingers beneath his loincloth and rubbing his cock. She'd done that more than a few times in front of the warband, too, and they were used to seeing the orc and his human mother engaging in various forms of coitus. Hell, sometimes the other orcs even joined in, much to his mother's annoyance.

Not that she could stop them, though. Urzog was warlord, warchief, and that meant that he could do whatever he wanted to the non-orcs in the camp. They were his to play with, his to use as he saw fit.

His to…

His eyes widened slightly as the idea finally came to him. He turned his head back to his mother, his tusks nearly cutting his lips at the sudden movement.

“Subjects. Experiment subjects."

“Yes, keep going, keep going…"

“For the potions. Turn them orc-y."

“Mmm, very good, Urzog. They're only human, so it might not work the same, but if we can make it work even a little bit…"

“Then we can spread orcs across the world."

He could already see it. Not just orcs raiding against the human villages at the edge of the kingdom, but a proper army that was built up of various warbands, the different signs gradually coming undone. The trident upon every cheek, the loyalty of the warbands to him and him alone.

The humans wouldn't stand a chance if it worked the way that it was supposed to, too. Poison a few weapons, and the survivors of a raid would start going green as soon as the orcs retreated, soon coming over to their side, marked with the power of the green.

Yes, yes, it would be good.

“Show me the prisoners," he grunted as he stood up from his throne, shaking his head from side to side to clear it of the grog. “Take me to them."

“Of course, my son, my wise, wise son," Alyssa whispered, taking him by the hand and gently leading him away from the rest of the camp.

It was a short walk from the bonfire to the pit where they were keeping their prisoners. He was still mildly drunk when they got there, and he struggled to make out faces in the dimness of the pit. However, he did notice one thing very quickly.

Most of the prisoners were female.

He grunted under his breath, turning to his mother again.

“The warriors brought back women?"

“I imagine that they thought that the women would be more 'fun' for them than the males. Less screaming."

“Or more the screaming they like," he grunted, looking down at them.

Not the sort of subjects that he had imagined. He had thought of the humans being hung up from ropes, held there as they were force-fed the potions one by one, made to take it and then turn. They'd give him more warriors, thick-armed and long-cocked, beasts of men that would be able ram through any problems in their way, and might even be smarter than the average orcs that he had in the warband, people that he could put in charge.

But women?

He shook his head. It wasn't ideal, but he had to make do with what he had. He grunted to himself again, waving his hand at one of the watchers that had been assigned to the pit.

“Get me one woman, one man. I want to test potions."

“Two humans?"

“Yes, two. One and one is two!"

“Yes, Warchief!"

The orc nodded, saluting before running off to get a rope, his loincloth flapping in the process. Urzog grunted and groaned under his breath, rubbing his face. Even now, he was constantly reminded of the stupidity of his own people. Even though he had lost some of his intelligence, even though he had gone down a little in the world, the gap between him and his people was…bigger than it should be.

[i]The potions better work. We need smarter orcs, or we're going to die in this war.[/i]

“Come on, son. Let's get the ropes ready…"

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With the help of his mother, they managed to get a series of ropes read for the first subjects. The humans would be tied with their legs pulled apart and staked out in the ground, while their arms would be pulled overhead. Alyssa had a ring of metal to keep their mouths open while they were force-fed the potion, so he didn't worry about that.

He was more concerned about what they'd do with the bodies if the potion didn't work. After all, they'd only tested the orc-ification stuff on him, and he'd been half-orc to start. If the potion didn't work right on humans, ones who had no orc blood to them, then there would probably be bodies to be gotten rid of.

Not to mention warriors that would need to be appeased, and the fact that they'd get no ransoms for their captives if they didn't have people to hand back. That money was frequently given to the warriors that were good enough to get the captives in the first place, and he didn't want to start any sort of dissention among the ranks right at this point, not when his rule was still a bit shaky.

“Sure this is gonna work?" he grunted.

“As sure as I am of your leadership, my son," Alyssa said, smiling as she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. “You'll find a way forward, I'm sure. One way or another, the potions will do something. If they do not transform the others, then they will be a deadly poison to grant your warriors power. One way or another, they will prove useful."

“Yeah, in the long run. The orcs do not understand patience."

“Then you will have to be the strong warchief that will teach them that."

She patted his chest, a motion that left him grunting again, and one that left him with cock stirring beneath his loincloth. His mother had a way of doing something like that.

They were interrupted before they could go further by the screams of their first prisoner, and he turned at the feminine shouts, already annoyed at the fact that it was going to be a woman rather than a man for the first subject.

She was a strange one, slight and lithe rather than the strong women that he had seen in the village that they'd raided. Not fat like the barmaids, nor buxom and curvy like the working girls of the street. She looked like she had barely reached adulthood, and had done it on a starvation diet.

For all that, she looked fierce and angry, someone that wanted to rip the throat out of her enemies and shoved it full of venom and piss and vinegar. Urzog chuckled, looking back at his mother.

“I think I like this one."

“You should. She was the angriest of them, and probably the one that has the best chance for a full turning."

He liked the sound of that, turning to face her once more. Her curly red hair had dropped over her face, hiding more of her expressions, but Urzog knew anger when he saw it. The hunched shoulders, the clenched fists, the growl that would not stop. It was more animal than it was human, in so many ways, and so much more universal than words.

He laughed as he grabbed her by the chin and she tried to bite. He just squeezed harder, forcing her jaw still, and she grunted and grimaced from the pressure and the likely pain.

“NNngh…"

“That's better, little human. You have a name?"

“Riona, you son of a bitch."

“So, Riona son of a bitch."

“I said you!"

The orcs laughed, and Alyssa hid a titter behind her hands. The human girl glared at all of them, not even the least bit frightened of her fate or her captivity. The lack of fear was definitely a huge plus in his eyes, and he was glad to see that at least one of the humans was not shaming her species by being a coward. Too many of them would be begging for their lives and freedom right then, rather than trying to make things better.

It would be good if she could become an orc. He had yet to see a female of their kind that would match this sort of fire.

“Tie her up," he told the orc that had brought her forth. “Where's the other one?"

“Blood puddle, warchief," the orc said.

“Great…Tie her up."

Blood puddle. That meant that the male that he'd asked for had been cut down, sliced apart for doing something stupid. That, or the orcs had been bored and had gotten a little overzealous with trying to punish someone to get rid of that boredom.

Either way, it meant that he was already down a captive, and he hadn't even had the chance to use the potions on them.

[i]Gonna need to keep an eye on them more,[/i] he thought, watching as the girl was properly tied up.

As her legs were forced apart, he saw that she was barely fitting in her clothes. She had a long, loose tunic on that was more than a little baggy, and her trousers were the sort that barely fit to her hips. They had been completely pulled in, tied off with a leather belt to keep from falling down, which meant that she was probably closer to starvation than anyone wanted to admit.

He shook his head. If she lived through this, then she'd more than earn her keep with the warband. If she did not, then he wouldn't have to worry about taking care of her, after all.

As she was pulled into the bindings, her legs forced as far apart as the ropes could manage, her arms pulled over her head, he wondered if she had known what she was getting into when she fought the orcs of the warband. He could vaguely remember her from the battle, now that he had a better look at her. A stupid little girl that had come running out of the farmhouse while his orcs had been stealing everything that wasn't nailed down in the fields. Wielding nothing but a stool and a torch, too, not even a bladed weapon to her name.

It had been embarrassingly easy for his warriors to take her down, though not before one of them had gotten a black eye and another a burn across the cheek that had made his trident stand out all the harder. It was a good tribute to the girl that she had been brave enough to fight, though she had been stupid enough to challenge those that were her betters.

Still, bravery mattered more to orcs than intelligence. He imagined that, if this didn't work out, there were already a few orcs that would be vying to keep her as a slave, someone to fuck and demean after she had managed to hit them the way that she had.

He'd have to keep an eye out for that.

Finally, Alyssa fit the metal ring into the human's mouth, forcing it to stay wide open. He grunted as she pulled out her collection of potions from her belt, holding out the vials to him.

“You want me to?"

“Yes, my son and master. After all, she is to be part of your warband. You should be the one to change her."

“Mmph?!" Riona grunted through her gag.

“Yes, my dear. Change you. After all, one cannot merely have humans working for the band. Not without far greater talents than you have."

Urzog took the collection of vials, turning them around in his hand. His mother had dosed him with many of these, taking away more and more of his humanity and leaving him more and more orcish. He had been surprised that it had worked so well, and how it had given him so much strength.

He also had been paying attention to the order in which she'd done it. At first, hoping that he might be able to reverse it, but as it went on, more as a matter of idle curiosity. He had always been one to know how things worked, and this had been no exception.

He pulled the first vial, one that was glowing green with a bit of gold flecks in it, and then pulled the cork off. The smell of hot sweat, musk, and more came from the liquid, and the human grimaced, turning her head this way and that to try and avoid the smell.

“Heh, you'll be smelling that more than you think, girl," Alyssa said, smirking. “That is the smell of orc power. If you don't change, then you'll be on your knees, your mouth and nose buried in the stench of a real orc all day long. You best hope that the potion works, or you'll find out how long human whores last under an orc man."

“Mother."

His grunted address was enough to make her stop, though the scantily-clad witch didn't remove herself from the situation. If anything, his mother loomed over the other woman all the more, showing off her chest, her curves, everything, almost as if bragging with her sexuality, almost like she was trying to show herself as superior to this prisoner.

It was a strange behavior from the witch, but he put it out of his mind. If she didn't say anything, then she was allowed to stay. Otherwise, he would need to take steps.

He grabbed the human by the jaw, pushing her head back and holding her in place. Riona grunted, trying to spit at him, but all she could accomplish with her mouth held open like that was to flail her tongue around a little bit. It was more amusing than anything else, and he chuckled as he leaned in, licking her face.

“Brave. But let's see if you can be more than brave."

Up-ending the vial so that the whole thing poured right down her throat, he quickly backed off to allow the potion to take effect.

The green goo went right down her throat, glowing so bright that he could see it illuminating her from the inside. He could see it glowing in her neck, then in her chest before it faded on the way to her stomach. She broke out into a sweat immediately, her tanned skin starting to glisten from it, and she huffed and puffed, leaning her head forward and bobbing against the bindings.

“Mmmph…mmmph!"

She grunted loudly, her eyes rolling back in her head as the potion started to do something, at least. He could see the green spreading across her, glowing brightest where her veins and blood lines were closest to the surface, like around her wrist and around her neck, around her eyes and around her fingers. Everywhere where it came close, she was glowing green, like an orc lit by magic.

As she huffed and puffed, he watched the green spread, becoming a thicker, heavier layer along her fingers, starting to creep up her arms like vines along the side of a house. It was not a pretty sight, exactly, but it was definitely a powerful one. He grinned as he realized that she was actually changing under the color shift. Not quickly, not easily, but she was changing, her arms thickening slightly as the change started at her hands and started rippling down along her body.

Alyssa shared the grin with him, while the orc that had brought the prisoner to them gaped like an idiot, his mouth hanging open and his eyes going wide at the sight of a human changing form.

“Nnngh…mmmph!"

The human woman screamed against the gag, throwing her head back, shaking it again and again as if in denial to what was happening to her. Riona showed no fear, still, just anger, just…rage.

“Strip her!"

Alyssa's order pulled the other orc forward immediately, and the woman's loose clothing was ripped off, exposing small, slight breasts and a pair of hips that looked like they would have killed any child that she tried to bear, so narrow and thin they were. As the green spread across the girl's body, changing her skin in fits and turns, by slight shades with each pulse of the green, there were other small changes.

She started to take on muscle in the core of her body, her flat stomach starting to tense up, showing the beginnings of muscle and fitness that went beyond just the daily grind in the field. Her chest started to grow fine hairs along the space between her breasts, almost looking manly, at first, before they went finer and lighter, fitting in with her flesh and looking more invisible than they had been.

He didn't know what else was happening, but he could see that the woman's body was no longer fully human. Not orcish, yet, not without the tusks in her mouth, but definitely a far cry from the human shape that it had once enjoyed. There was something different about her, though, even as she started to lose some of her hair, the longer red curls falling out and leaving her with something more akin to a braid that had come undone rather than a full head of hair.

His cock stirred a bit more as the green started rushing down to her crotch, filling out her hips with muscle, giving her something more of a warrior's core. He watched as the green skin warred with the pale flesh down there, the dose not quite enough to darken her the way that the rest of her body had been, and he shook his head as he watched her fight against his power, against the power of the potion and the power of his mother's ingenuity. It was…angering, in a way, to see her resisting the gift that she had been given.

Grunting, he pulled open the second potion, stepping forward and ramming it down her throat.

“Orc power, girl. Make sure that you embrace it."

“Mmmph – mmmmp!"

She screamed against the second potion as it went down her throat, her eyes going wide as she arched her back. The sudden hit of his mother's alchemical talents was taking a toll on her as she huffed and puffed, her eyes widening like a crazed savage.

Her hips bucked, then, and the green from the first potion surged over her sex, pushing at her, forcing her to 'mature' down there in a way that she probably had never imagined would happen. He watched the green tendrils under her skin spread over the red-pink flesh that pushed out between her legs, turning them the proper emerald shade. Her pussy started to flex, clenching down on nothing.

The lips themselves started to plump out, growing thicker, puffier, more noticeable even if she were to close her legs. They would be impossible to miss, impossible to overlook. They'd be constantly showing off her need for a male, for a mate, for someone to put a baby in her and use her the way that a female was meant to be used.

His cock stirred as she started to drip, the potion feeding her eagerness, making her more and more excited, and the same was reflected in her chest. While her breasts did not grow outwards the way that a proper orc woman's would, the small size would be better for fighting and not getting in the way of weapon strokes, and more importantly, she was still offering them, thrusting her chest forward, begging for her nipples to be touched, tugged, pulled.

The way that she panted for breath, the way that she wiggled her hips, made it all the more clear that she needed attention that she wasn't getting, and only the fact that his mother was grinning, nodding at him to keep using the potions, kept him from grabbing her and rutting her right then and there.

Still, as silvery strings of fem-juices rolled out of her, as they hung from her sex like liquid icicles, he couldn't help but imagine how hot and wet she would be on the inside. His great green cock pushed out from beneath his loincloth, the emerald rod begging for a chance to go inside her.

Alyssa grabbed him by the dick, giving him a few strokes, and he groaned under his breath at the distraction.

“That's it, son. Make sure to keep feeding her the potions. You know the order. What's the next one?"

“Mmph…brass…with bits of leafy stuff…"

“Good boy. Give it to her."

He did, moving forward and tilting the potion into her mouth, watching as the transformation continued.

One by one, the potions were fed to Riona, and each time, the effects were a bit more subtle. The transformation of the green, the way that her body was warped, however, was never quite as strong as what had happened to him.

She still looked like a starving woman, though one that had more muscle, one that had been trained as a warrior rather than a mere farm girl. She still had human features, lacking the tusks and pig-nose that the orcs had. She still was the height of a human rather than the height of an orc.

But she had the green skin. She had the grunting strength. She had the eagerness to fight.

And she had the eagerness to fuck.

All of these things meant that his mother's potions had a chance to start changing the world, even if they weren't good enough to give them what they wanted right now. It was something that needed further development, but they were on the right track.

He looked at the green-skinned woman, bare from head to toe, and watched as she humped the air, as she ground her sex against nothing, as strings of her juices as thick and slimy as any swamp-monster's leavings swung around with her motions. It was like watching some creature from the depths, from hell itself, begging to be rutted.

Her green toes dug into the earth as she looked up at him, begging soundlessly for the sort of rutting that only an orc could give, thrusting her hips forward and angling her knees outward to show her sex more than she had been by just standing. Her fingers clenched hard, her nails rough and darkened compared to what they had been, and her eyes were wild.

The major upside to the potion could be seen there, too. Even with all the lust that was running through the former human, even with her body changed and her priorities warped, there was still intelligence in there. Not as much as there had been before, not as much as she had been brought to him with, but more than was in the orc that had brought her.

There was something there, something he could use. Urzog could work with that.

He smiled, even as he let out another grunt from his mother's perpetual handjob. He looked down at the sorceress, waving his hand to tell her to stop. She didn't, at first, and he had to remove her hand from his cock.

“It's my turn to enjoy myself," he grunted, stepping closer to the former human. “She ain't orc, but she's better than human."

“What about the other subjects, my son?" Alyssa asked, cocking her head to the side. “They need oversight, too."

“You can handle them."

“You don't want to see the results?"

“I've seen all I need to see."

“But the other orcs –"

“They'll obey you."

Besides, there was something about this one. Something that appealed to him, something that made him want to take a break from running things for a while. His mother had been his constant partner, and while she had been eminently talented, he was curious about trying something…new.

Alyssa pulled at him from behind, but he ignored her, his attention completely on the part-human, part-orc, part something else that slumped against the ropes in front of him. He grabbed her by the crotch, sinking one finger inside of her, and she immediately thrust her hips forward, humping against his finger like some beast.

As she did, he could see the fog in her eyes clearing a bit, becoming a bit more intelligent again, seeing the world properly. That didn't stop her from being horny, but he could see the way that she looked at him.

[i]Hehehe, oh, she doesn't like me, does she?[/i] he thought, shaking his head. [i]She'd rip my throat out, even now…[/i]

It didn't mean that she wouldn't obey, though. She was a strong woman, someone that knew that there was someone stronger over her. As long as he pushed her down, as long as he kept showing that he was the strongest orc around, she would do what he told her to do. That much was clear.

If he ever slowed, ever faltered, however…

[i]This is what it is to earn respect, to earn power,[/i] he thought as he grunted, slapping his fingers into her pussy, his palm slapping against her clit. She grunted back, almost like she was imitating a pig, hunching down and pressing herself more against his fingers than she had been. [i]If I'm strong, she follows. If I'm weak, if I'm stupid, she won't.[/i]

And that meant the world, compared to what he had to deal with among the orcs. They'd follow him all the time because of who he was, what he was, who he'd been born to. They didn't care, as long as they got their stuff.

Riona, though…

She'd follow any order he gave, as long as he kept showing himself as someone that was strong enough to be worth following. As soon as he did something stupid, she'd tell him to fuck off, to take his orders and ram them up his ass. But until then, she'd be smart enough to follow them and give him everything that he asked for.

She'd make him work to be worthy of whatever he did.

Even in his dimmer brain, he realized how much of a help that would be. No complacency. No worries about whether he was good enough. Just that constant reminder that, if he was able to have someone like [i]this[/i] under him, then he was being good enough for anyone in the world.

“Son…"

He looked back at his mother, saw her looking up at him with annoyance not-quite-hidden beneath a look of submission. Alyssa nodded for him to come along, for him to pull his finger out of the transformed woman, to do his job as a warchief.

And unfortunately, she was right. He grumbled, pulling his fingers free before licking them clean, wiping his spit on his chest.

“I get this one first," he ordered the other orc. “Put her in chains somewhere. Don't let anyone else touch her."

“Yes, warchief."

“Means you don't touch her either," he pointed out.

“Nnngh…Yes, warchief."

The transformed Riona was taken away, and he watched her go, unable to quite take his eyes off her. There was something there, something that intrigued and inspired him, and he doubted that he would be able to just leave that alone.

His mother took his hand, leading him away from the ropes, taking him back to the pit. She talked about how smart he was, but how he still needed to learn how to hold back, to listen to her. After all, according to her, she was the smartest person there, and she needed to advise him on the proper course of action, and if he was to be the best, then he needed to listen.

He heard her and ignored her. The more she talked, the less he heard, particularly when she shifted her grip from his hand to his cock.

[i]This is mine,[/i] was what the gesture said, and that was when he knew that she was jealous of his intentions and affections. That was when he knew that she wanted more than just the rutting that they did from time to time.

She wanted him to replace his father, and for her to be the one that he always thought about, whether with his head or with his cock.

[i]Pity I'm not my father, then,[/i] he thought as he was led back to the pit, shaking his head as he brought himself back to the moment, to the experiments that had to continue.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]