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Shale Skipper, the human warrior, lied in wait on the edge of the orc encampment she was ordered to destroy. She had been hired by a local Duke that was greedy to set up a community in the gorgeous forest the orcs lived in. She was currently getting info about the camp: peoples roles, population, power structures, that sort of thing. Unfortunately, watching them for so long was starting to disagree with Skipper’s gentle heart. The longer she watched them work and laugh together the harder it would be to slay them.

“Welcome human! Are ye okay?” Skipper nearly jumped out of her skin at the voice. She felt a great hand grip her gorget and lift her off the ground. She was face to face with an orc nearly twice her weight and height. She had a crown of berries and leaves coupled with assorted wild flowers in her thick matted hair. She was entirely naked, as were all the orcs in this camp. Her massive breasts hung low and dark green stretch marks slashed around her belly. That was the last straw for Skipper, she couldn’t kill a woman so beautiful and radiant as this. Gold be damned she just simply wasn’t built for killing.

“Good eve milady, I was simply napping in these bushes. I was unsure if you’re encampment was friendly or not, and so I hid.” Skipper did her best to be suave but was simply too flustered. The orc gave a good-natured belly laugh.

“Oh, ‘friendly’ is an understatement. We welcome all visitors as if they were family. Camp Frellen is a naturalist colony. We simply desire to live off the land and love one another as best we can.” The orc set Skipper down and hoisted up a basket full of fruit she had put down upon seeing Skipper. “My name is Cyanide, or Cy if you like.” Skipper searched Cy’s face for any hint of irony.

“Cyanide?”

“Yes?”

“Are you aware that is the name of a deadly poison?”

“Oh goodness no, it’s an orcish name. I had no idea! What a fun tidbit.” Cy laughed heartily.

“Come, meet our group,” Cy said, striding past Skipper. Skipper dutily followed. Upon entering the camp, Skipper could smell and hear everything fully. The smell of freshly baked bread and roast meat was thick in the air. The sound of laughter was raucous and warm.

Cy introduced Skipper to various orcs as they walked by them.

“That’s Arsenic.” Arsenic waved. “That’s Ricin.” Ricin waved. “And over there, that’s Poisonous Dart Frog.” Skipper heard Cy stifle a laugh and turned her head towards her. She was covering a big goofy grin with her hand. “Aw, I’m joking. No one here has such a silly name. Her name is actually Murderchoke. Mumu for short.” Cy then slapped her forehead and grunted. “Lookit me! Introducing you to everyone and not even asking your name! What is it dear?”

“Uh, Shale. Shale Skipper.” After Skipper said this, all the orcs around her went silent. Cy raised an eyebrow in confusion. She looked like she was unsure if she should laugh or not. “What?” asked Skipper.

“Oh jeez, yer not jokin’. My pardon. It’s just, that’s the name of a toxic flower that grows around here. You humans have strange names,” Cy guffawed.

Eventually, Cy lead Skipper past the main camp, and through some trees. They stopped at a large enclosed tent made of canvas and poles. Despite its size, Cy still had to bow her head to move aside the curtain and gesture Skipper in.

“I’m home ye lazy bags of bones!” Cy called as she followed Skipper in. “Got fruit n’ the like.” Inside, there were three other orcs, just as massive and naked as Cy.

“Who's the snack?” one of the orcs asked, smacking his lips. He had a large nose ring and was covered in little green freckles. Cy scoffed.

“Don’t mind Hemlock, he says that about every non-orc he meets. He’s all talk, rarely eats anyone. Anyway, this is Shale Skipper everyone.” Hemlock chuckled. “And no, that’s not a joke. Be nice.”

Another orc, waved at her daintily. She had long dreads that were filled with flowers and complex patterns of woven plant fibers.

“Heya, name’s Foxglove. Yer real cute.” She held her hand out towards Skipper. “Can I braid yer hair?” Shale blushed. Every orc she met so far was so beautiful she couldn’t believe they were giving her the time of day. She walked forward.

“Of course. I love your hair.”

“Thanks squirt. I love doing hair. Shame that Cy’s the only one who grows it long enough for me to do anything with.” Fox said, coaxing Skipper to sit down with her back turned so that she could take hold of her golden hair.

The third orc in the tent hadn’t said anything yet. Their hair covered their eyes almost completely and both of their nipples shone with golden piercings. Skipper wasn’t sure if she should ignore them or not. When Cy noticed this, she spoke up.

“The quiet one here is Opium,” Cy said as she put her hand on Opiums shoulder. “They’re a little shy but gosh they are the sweetest most wonderful orc in the world,” Cy bent down to plant a smooch on Opium’s lips. Shale could see a smile creep at the edges of both orcs mouths. They stayed there for a moment, rubbing tusks together gingerly.

“Oh uh, are you two together Cy?” Shale asked. Cy and Opium both turned their attention to her. Opium spoke up for the first time. Their voice was raspy but gentle.

“We’re all together. We’re polyamorous. Most folks here are.”

“Aye, they’re right! In fact,” Cy said, her voice shifting into something coquish, “that’s sorta why I brought you here to meet my partners. Y’see, we all want kids, but none of us have the cock to make any. I don’t mean to pry none, but I couldn’t help but notice you popping a half-chub when I lifted you up for the first time.” Skipper was mortified. God, she was shamelessly horny for these huge gorgeous people. She was a warrior damnit. Yet, here she was fawning like a schoolgirl over her hosts.

“Oh shit, I uh, well, yeah, uh,” Skipper stammered uselessly.

“It’s okay! I’m not offended or nothin’, quite the contrary! Anyhoo, we were wondering if ye wouldn’t mind possibly impregnating us? No rush or anything, feel free to think about it! It’s a mighty large thing we’re asking of ye I kn-”

“Yes!” Skipper blurted louder than intended. She covered her mouth with both hands. “I mean, yes of course! I’d be willing to help a family in need. Especially one consisting of such uh, pretty people,” Skipper chuckled nervously. She felt Fox squeeze her shoulder lightly.

“You little fuckin’ flatterer you. We already want you to knock us up, no need for the smooth talk,” she said good naturedly. Skipper stammered and chuckled more.

“Ah, yes, I just thought I’d uh, be open.”

“Yeah yeah, just lemme finish your hair and we can get started.”

“Woah! We’re starting now?”

“Gettin’ cold feet, snack?” Hemlock teased.

“We’ll only start now if you wanna,” Cy said, punching Hemlock on the arm lightly.

Skipper thought in the silence of the tent for a moment. Having her hair brushed and braided was soothing her to near sleep. Skipper realized what a pleasant situation this was and smiled.

“Sure, we can start,” she said contentedly.

“Perfect!” Cy said. “Considering I’m the one who found ye I think it’s only fair I’m first,” Cy began to encroach on Skipper.

“Jeez, ye animal at least let me finish braiding her hair,” Fox said.

“Aw, we can multitask. I’m sure Skipper here won’t mind being between two big warm bodies anyway. Right Skipper?”

“Yes, I mean no! I mean, uh,” Skipper cleared her throat, “We can begin if you’d like milady,” she said, putting on her most gallant (goofy) smile.

Cyanide bent down and began pulling off Skipper’s sparse armor with surprising deftness considering the small leather straps. Her armor was soon piled neatly to the side. Cyanide made quick work of pulling off the rest of Shale’s clothing and tossed it on top of the armor. Skipper was already rock hard just from being tended to by the orcs.

“Aw, lookit that. Already all worked up!” Cy teased. “Alright dear just let me know if I’m going too fast okay? Feel free to touch what you like.” Cy proceeded to straddle Shale with her massive body. Her already smaller cock was dwarfed by Cy’s fat labia. Cy squated and took the dick inside of her with no trouble at all, she leaned forward slightly as she did so, nearly suffocating Shale with her drooping breasts. Shale grabbed hold of her lovehandles tightly and moaned into her skin. The giant warm wet pussy on her cock felt incredible. Cy’s pussy was so big Shale could feel it making her belly and upper legs wet. “That feel nice dear?” Cy asked tenderly, riding her slowly. Shale simply moaned in response.

Cy and Fox grinned at each other, staring into each others eyes as Cy rode the small human. This was clearly a tender moment for them, they were going to be mothers soon enough. Cy and fox kissed each other tenderly, squishing Skipper even further into rolls of orc belly and boobs.

“That puny human cock better get her pregnant,” Hemlock exclaimed from across the room.

“Stop that you jerk off,” Opium whispered harshly. Hemlock looked genuinely hurt at the remark.

“Aw, I was just goofin’,” he whispered back. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“Apology accepted Hem,” Opium sidled up to Hem and hugged him, rubbing his belly and giving him a soft kiss. Hemlock met this by roughly pulling Opium closer to him and making out with them deeply. Seeing their partners service a human clearly got them riled up as they started licking and biting and grinding on their own.

Meanwhile, Skipper was moaning loudly into Cy’s chest, groping her boobs and pressing into them as hard as she could.

“Gonna cum Skipper?” Cy asked. Skipper nodded her head vigorously.

“C’mon, give my wife a baby, squirt,” Fox cooed. Skipper dug her arms into Cy’s rolls of fat, gripping tightly, and shot all she could shoot as deep as she could. Her hips bucked as several shots of cum spurted from her cock.

“Good girl,” Fox said encouragingly. Skipper was in heaven, covered in orc fat and being pampered by people who really wanted her seed. After she finished cumming, she got lightheaded with afterglow, and quickly fell asleep against Foxglove’s soft tummy. Her hair was braided and filled with flowers now, just like the two orcs.

Cy stood up, a few trickles of cum running down her thighs.

“Gosh, I hope she got in deep enough,” Cy said as she wiped away the excess cum with a rag she plucked from a near basket. Foxglove was stroking Skippers head with a meaty finger.

“If she didn’t, we have another excuse to use her little cock again,” Fox chuckled.

“Oh, shame on you Fox. ‘Use’ is such a dirty word. She’s not a toy.” Cy thought a moment. “Unless she wants to be of course. No way of knowing while she’s knocked out like that.”

“Yeah, guess everyone else will hafta wait for her to recoup.”

“Aye,” Cy said. Cy bent down to place a sloppy smooch on Skippers belly, which was slick with Cy’s own juices. “Thank ye human.”