Of Orcs and the Need of Mares

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Seeking Partners of His Size

This story contains erotic interaction between an orc and several non-anthro mares that are intelligent and consenting to sexual activity.

Sex should never be engaged in with animals as this is an act of non-consent. These fantasy horses are able to consent, verbally and enthusiastically, in fiction and fantasy content.

Vergu sighed, the orc lifting his chin to the breeze, dark hair tied back from his head in a taut knot that would keep it out of the way if battle occurred. On that particular day, down on the plains below Storm Down, he knelt and gathered herbs, taking his time to ensure that his bags would not reach capacity from gathering the incorrect kind. There were some there, so close to the stronghold of the Tauren, that simply did not grow anywhere else at any other time of year and, thus, the druid had been forced to travel out there when he would have much preferred brewing in the dark of his hut, driven out into bright sunshine that stood out in stark contrast to his leathery, green skin.

He knew orcs were a solitary kind but herbalism was a lonely trait even for a druid, but Vergu thought, after some time, that he did best alone. It kept his mind off other things, things that dragged even his muscled, beaten and scarred body down when he should have possessed more than enough power to control himself and his emotions. Druids were supposed to be better at that than warriors but, well, maybe he still had too many warrior traits left in him to truly make a good go at being a druid, despite it being his calling. Transforming into other creatures in his arsenal at will, however, was a handy trick to pull out of his sleeve when in a badger of a situation, he had to admit.

His mind wandered and he welcomed the distraction from the tingling in his loins, the throb that meant that there was something he was meant to do even if he had not yet had or found the good fortune to locate a partner who was able to actually do that thing with him. It was not meant to be but there was no sense in dwelling on it either, working his way right down into the very shadow of Storm Down, the cool of the shade respite for his skin even though he knew that he could stand far worse weather if he really had to.

The Tauren... Strange folk with their horns. Maybe they would have been more relatable if they had tusks, like him. And didn't moo. Not that he'd heard all that many Tauren lowing; races simply had their assumptions about one another and the same went for orcs too, he was sure, even if he could not have thought of a bad thing to say about orcs himself. There was something that they were doing lately now too in searching for other mounts that were smaller and nimbler than kodos, able to get into tighter spaces and transport then around too with a little more haste than the lumbering beasts. Horses? He snorted. Nothing like orc wolves, of course, but they were larger again with how the Tauren had been breeding them, heavily muscled around the hindquarters and their necks thick with a rising crest of power.

His lower jaw slipped slacker and slacker and he hung his head, trembling as he barely even thought about the herbs that he was supposed to be gathering, bags almost full anyway. There had not been much in the day for him when all of it was merely posed as a distraction to keep his mind from the real matter at hand, what he knew that he had to address at some point, even if he didn't want to. The orc's chest heaved raggedly and he woodenly took one step after another, something pulling at him like a magical force - was there a mage at work somewhere? And yet mages did not act like that and he trusted his gut, his long, druid robes swishing lightly with the step of his body. At least the cut out at the front broke up the image of them slightly and made it look less like he was wearing a dress. It did not become an orc to appear fierce.

Truly, Vergu should have known where his feet were leading him, toes curling in his boots as he paced through the pine trees, the shadowy branches offering him some comfort and solace from the rising heat of the day. And yet it seemed that he was destined to descend into a cool, little valley with a creek winding through the very base, its undulating curves slowly wearing away at the land as the creatures there drank from it. It seemed destined to be that it was there that he found the herd of mares, his nostrils flaring as he took in their sweet, earthy aroma with his over-developed sense of smell. Everyone said that orcs were weird for that but it was a skill and a talent that had served him well multiple times.

There was something else too. A something else that, indeed, set his fingers clenching into fists as if that was just how he sought to restrain himself, sinking back on his heels even as he took a deep, greedy lungful of their delectable scent. The mares before him were not just normal horses, of course, sized for their Tauren riders, but they were also very much in season. There was nothing else in the whole land that smelled just like that and any orc worth his battle-blood knew that scent for when it was the ripe time for their kind too to come together in carnal, insatiable lust.

Large animals... He licked his lips, eager now that an option had presented itself to him, perhaps the answer that he had truly been looking for all along. They were bigger than orc females, as fearsome as they were. Their deadliness was in their agility and there had not yet been a partner of another friendly species (not a female, at least) that had said 'yes' to him, laughing him off or running scared as soon as his pants came down. There was a monster in the room but it was not the orc - rather a part of his anatomy that struck equal amounts of awe and fear into the hearts of those that were fortunate (or not) enough to behold it.

But a mare... Their rounded backsides, a swishing tail pushed up to expose the velvety dock and sweet sex. A stunning beast like that with all the pride and elegance she held could give him what he needed, the sweetness of finally having a family, what he had longed for during the course of so many dark and hopelessly sleepless nights. It was not to be and yet he wanted it to be, so very badly, that he was more than willing to try anything and everything as his breath caught and a black mare half-raised her head in his direction, gauging his intentions. But the horses could never have guessed what the fine, strong example of an orc really had in mind for them - that was, if they were up for it too in the middle of their seasons.

Sensing no ill-intent, the herd of nine kept a cautious eye on Vergu as he approached, although his shedding of his robes and complete undergarments was a strange thing that set them on edge. They had to look then, even though they kept right on chewing mouthfuls of grass, tails swishing from a subtle tension rather than, in that instance, to swat away imaginary flies. They knew not what the size of his shaft meant, hanging down half-hard and heavy against his thighs, balls hefty and ready to breed. Any female, in fantasy, would have loved a dick like his but alas it was such the way of the world that orc females and others just couldn't handle the massive size of his shaft. Awe for the 'freak of nature' just didn't do it for him on a normal basis, sadly enough.

Pausing a respectful distance from the mares, Vergu cleared his throat. Was he really going to do it? After so much ill in his life, he could not have honestly have said that he felt he had all that much choice in the matter...

"Err..."

Vergu swallowed hard. Just how was he supposed to start a conversation like this? One of the mares, a light bay with a striking, jet black mane and tail that stood out in sharp contrast to her gleaming, bronze coat, lifted her head, warily chewing a mouthful of grass.

"Yes?" She probed, pushing at the druid's mind as he welcomed her speech up against his own sensibility, his abilities as a druid, at least, allowing them to communicate. "What do you want?"

Curt and abrupt, her ears flicked warily, searching for danger even as she focused the majority of her attention on him. There was nothing quite like a horse for being able to be aware of every little thing around them, poised to flee or react at a moment's notice, predators and, of course, hunters too potentially lurking around every corner. They may have been a herd kept close to Storm Down but there was still the risk that they could be picked off by wild animals or even taunted by a low-level trainee that thought they were better than the system of learning and fighting that was already in place. Even Vergu had fallen prey to such base, simplistic desires at one point too. But that had been a long time ago and he liked to think that he knew better where to spend his time and energy in training.

"I... Um..."

Vergu rolled his eyes, pulling his shoulder blades back for the effect of confidence that he did not truly feel that he possessed. He was an orc! He'd better damn well act like one.

"You are in season," he said with the graveness that the situation deserved, although the churning need bringing his cock to a stark rise of attention seemed to have their attention already. "And I am in need of a mate..."

"What, an orc?"

The black mare that had watched him approached tossed her mane back from her neck and nickered throatily, nostrils quivering. And yet her derision could not be taken at face value as the need of her body got the better of her, turning her tail to him instinctively and flagging her tail off to the side, revealing both the slit of her winking vulva and anal ring, the doughnut of soft, taut flesh almost as alluring as her marehood was. Against himself, Vergu hissed through his teeth, muscles rigid and bulging, his body a sight to be seen even to a feral creature such as the equines. Somewhere, someone in the herd gasped, tail lashing the air.

"Oh, you are big..." The bay mare, who had to be the lead mare, stretched out her neck curiously towards him, lips quivering lightly. "Maybe you would do... But what brings you to us, orc? Why us? Why our herd?"

He had no answer to that and spread his hands wide, although it felt like his time was running out, need rising and cock throbbing, pulsating with the raw desire to breed. After so long denied, all that his body yearned for was a hot, wet tunnel clenching softly around his cock - what male would not? Above all else, he could not be blamed in the slightest for his level of need, their aroma growing stronger and stronger as they clustered around him, all craning their necks to see just what the orc was packing. Far from dumb beasts, their intelligence shone through with a keen eye, although not even he could keep up with just how many little bits of information they were all constantly taking in, assessing everything around them even if he was not aware that the slightest shift in his body conveyed highly useful information to them.

And his cock told a tale that his lips and words could not, the massive breeding spire commanding attention as the bay approached, clearly the leader even if not everyone gave him space. She nuzzled at his cock, her velvety lips caressing it, and Vergu could not help but moan, rocking his hips up against her lips, although a feral creature could not suckle his cock into her mouth as one would give a blowjob, typically, despite her muzzle being more than large enough. Yet it was still nice to have a willing, soft tongue on his cock again, joined by another mare with a chestnut coat, red-brown with a fiery note yet warmth in her eyes, the two keen mares admiring and covering his cock slowly but surely in their warm saliva.

A scuffle disrupted them even as Vergu's mind tried to catch up with what was happening, his body undergoing so very much pleasure that it was hard to even understand the gravity of finally getting what he had craved for himself for so very long. Was it really happening? He could ask himself the question over and over again but time moved too swiftly as the black mare barrelled her way through, barging others aside with a snort and demonic roll of her eyes, ears pinned.

"If you think you can please us then take me first!"

Challenging him with a snort, the black mare backed up to him, the rounded curves of her hindquarters begging the eye, although there was no art of sensuality in just how she demanded his attention. She was there to test him and the orc rose to the occasion, finding that confidence that had been thrust down and away from the forefront of his mind for so very long, although it came back to his fingertips more easily than he may have otherwise expected. Power flooded him but he pushed away the urge to change, grinning toothily with an edge of the wild that he had so loved before in his gaze, hands landing on her backside in a grope and a squeeze that she could not help but shudder into.

Ah, but she was proud and she was haughty, making him work for it as she backed up into him, demanding what she wanted before actually allowing him to get into position. The mare snorted and flicked her tail in his face as the orc gritted his teeth and clung onto her, her silken coat too smooth and shiny to get any real purchase on, even though his hands were larger than most. He stood tall enough that his cock nudged her back end quite naturally, showing the difference in their sizes, although he was set differently so that he had to stretch up to consider pushing into her instead of sinking his weight back. No, instead he had to push his weight forward as he leaned eagerly against her hindquarters, not even willing to undergo any moment of foreplay as he hankered for what had been so denied to him for so long.

"The name is Elvira," she murmured, eyes half-lidded as if she was dozing and yet her attention rang rapt with a hidden intensity. "Remember it orc... It'll be your foal that you seed in my belly!"

Yet if he'd had anything more to say, it was wiped from his mind right there and then as he thrust, claiming her passage in one smooth stroke of his mighty cock. It seemed only natural that he filled her in one go and the mare herself seemed to gasp and squeal, although he was not particularly an expert on equine noises - not yet, at least. That would come in time but it was hard to think of anything else at all as his head reeled, bellowing out a long, lusty grunt out in the open as he bred her, slamming in over and over again. Elvira's body fit him like a glove, sucking around his shaft with that perfect level of slick softness, her passage keenly accepting his length as if they had always been made to come together. He slammed in and trusted her to bear the force of his thrusts, the lust and drive to breed clawing at his mind as if was a feral beast that could not be denied.

She had not expected him to be so forceful but Elvira had to go through with it all now that she'd begun, too hard and proud to say that he was going rougher than she had thought he would. The mare bared her teeth, whipping her head around to face him like that of a snake even though she was nowhere near close enough to sink her teeth into him. Lifting a hind hoof was a rather futile threat too as she could neither brace nor balance with that leg raised. Snorting, she stamped a hoof angrily instead, although it was difficult to truly be upset with him for giving her exactly what she wanted, marehood squeezing around him as she rocked back, wanting more.

"Is that all you've got?" She taunted. "Breed me like a real orc!"

The lead mare shook her head in the equine version of a frown but Vergu was keen enough to give her what she demanded, slamming in brutally and rolling her body forward, hooves scuffing through the grass and dirt. Elvira's sides heaved, darkening with sweat, but the roll of her eyes was from the sheer wrath of pleasure he layered upon her, cock wonderfully pounding her with the full length, easily reaching deeper than a stallion and stretching her more too for sure. And yet he was not too big for her either, their bodies matching up perfectly as even her proud heart warmed to him, hinting at a little more depth to her beneath even that rough demeanour.

"Huff... Oh... Oh, yes..."

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