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Blessings of the Land Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Littlewolf112

A sweet wind blew across the vast fields of Ardenlan, the countryside quiet for the first time in ten years. The border skirmishes had been terrible. No one could remember who started it first, but it had become clear that the humans would no longer tolerate the presence of the mythics on their borders. The humans had advanced, the orcs had pressed back. Many on both sides had lost their lives by the orders of their leaders, but after nearly ten years the war had ended with the retreat of the enemy. They had pulled back, leaving Ardenlan empty. Farm houses, fields, aquaducts... Anything that hadn't been destroyed in the war was left intact. It had been hailed as a major victory for mankind.

The knights had checked the land for booby traps and found none, deeming it to be ready for human use... And making true to his promise, the king divided the land according to who had lost the most during the war. It was that somber fact that gave Ulen and James Danko a shot at a brand new life. Ulen had lost a son to the war, and James a brother. So many years had passed now, but it was good that Ilum was not forgotten. Ulen stood in the thick of the bluish green grass, looking at the stone house that had belonged to the orcs. In a way Ulen felt guilty that they were prospering at the expense of others, but it had been the orcs that had retreated. Perhaps they had lost too many to continue defending it. Still, there was no use letting a perfectly good farm house go to waste if no one was going to use it.

"James, go to the barn, see what sort of tools we can add to those we brought." Ulen commanded.

"Yes father." James said obediently before moving off, wading through the waist high grasses. Ulen watched James go, looking at his shaggy brown hair waving in the wind, his broad shoulders and his strong arms swaying as he moved. He was the sort of stock every farmer wanted. James was a man now, but he stayed to make his life on the farm, for mutual prosperity. Ulen found it hard to admit, but he was glad. He couldn't have faced the move alone. Ulen moved up to the house, reaching out to open the door slowly. It was a fine wooden door, reinforced with metal brackets.

Ulen stepped into the house, looking around at the interior, taking a long breath. It was a fair bit different than he was used to. The floor was wooden, the walls stone and mortar. Instead of wooden furniture pieced together, everything seemed to be carved solid out of wood or stone or both. It was very hearty. The table was sturdy, the wood grains still visible... and resting on the tale were the stone mugs of the orcs. Ulen swallowed gently and moved to clean everything up, putting the cups into the cupboards. Thankfully the orcs had taken the knick knacks, but it was almost too much to face. He hadn't wanted to lose his son and he knew the orcs did. Maybe they had finally pulled back because life was more important than property....

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The doors to the barn rumbled open as James moved in, looking around in awe. While the exterior was much like that of a human barn, the interior was a bit different. There didn't seem to be so much stables as a generalized area. Hay covered the floor, feeding roughs were everywhere and the walls were covered with leather straps, mason jars, rubber nipples to go onto bottles. There were tools of every form and shape, but James wasn't sure quite what for. Whatever they had been farming, it had been awfully big. James wandered around the barn, examining everything before he paused, noticing a glint of metal in the hay. He leaned down and lifted up a large gold ring, one small gap on it. He held it up, trying to imagine what it had been for. It was as wide as his mouth.

James slid the ring back into his pocket and moved around, continuing his inventory. He checked under the tables, around the half walls, glanced up the ladder... and then he spotted a huge metal bucket resting in one corner. Suddenly it all clicked into place and a grin crossed his lips. The orcs had been milkers! They had cattle and milked them. The rubber nipples were for the calves, the bucket was for the cows and the metal ring was for the bull. It all made sense, though it did present a new problem. The Dankos didn't have a cow of any sort... But perhaps in time they would be able to buy one. They had plenty of sweet grass, they could harvest that and make enough for a cow. James smiled, moving to clean up a bit. At least now they had a plan.

****

It had been a long day for Ulen and James. Both had tended to the area they felt most at home at. James had cleaned the bar and Ulen had cleaned the house, but now both retired to bed. Ulen had given James the larger of the two rooms, deciding as the youngest that he needed the space more. He tossed and turned a bit, trying to get comfortable on the firm mattress. It was not at all his sort of ideal. Just through the wall, James wasn't having the same problem at all. His room had a hay filled mattress and was quite soft, just the way James liked it.

The night grew longer, darkness spread and even the stars seemed to fall asleep behind the clouds. Still a sweet wind blew across the fields, swaying them back and forth... and a dull glow crossed the land, escaping from the moon's gaze. The clouds turned and broiled over one another before parting, letting the moonlight shine down on the house itself. The light spilled in through the windows, washing over Ulen and James... and something else, something neither of them had noticed. It seemed that the orcs had removed all of their personal affects when they left, but they still left something behind; an incantation. Slowly, on the walls of the rooms, runes and symbols began to appear, glowing a pale white.

The runes were an ancient language, the language of the mystics. It was a spell of blessing, one that blessed Ardenlan for the magic users, the mystics, those with ties to the nature. The land was hallo and could only be inhabited by the mystics. It had been the final attempt to ward off the humans, but the magic was old and not easily understood. Fueled by the moonlight, the spell started to manifest... but it wasn't chasing the humans off, it was changing them. The first changes began to settle into James. The young man's muscles began to throb gently beneath his skin, warming up as the blood rushed into them. His arms moved a bit in his sleep, almost flexing. As they contorted, the muscles grew. His biceps swelled, then his triceps.

James murmured in his sleep, dreaming of being on the farm, seeing those vast fields, smelling that sweet grass. It smelled so good, he wanted to just eat it all up. In his dream he dipped his head into the field and began to munch away, chewing on it like it was his cud. James moaned in his sleep, his fingers digging at the mattress. Slowly his legs thickened up with muscle as well, expanding slowly. The young man's body glistened in the moonlight, the skin almost feeding off of it.

In the next room, Ulen had been engulfed by the first tendrils of the magic as well. His fears and concerns about being in the house of an orc faded away. He dreamed of sitting in the chair, drinking from the mug, being the king of his household and answering to no one. He grunted in his sleep, deeply satisfied. Beneath the wash of the moonlight, his stubble began to push out slowly, forming into a light, thin beard. A tingling soon spread across his scalp as his brown hair started to grow a little, though the brown pigment was growing darker by the second until it was as black as the stones of the obsidian tower. The night ticked away, both men being enriched without any idea what was going on, but it was only the start. The incantation required a full moon for its full power, and that moon was but a day away.

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Ulen awoke with a snort, startling himself away with a sound he had never made before. He rolled over and glanced out of the window before realizing it was almost noon. Ulen's heart skipped a beat. Never before in his life had he slept in so late! No farmer in his right mind wasted so much time. Ulen scrambled out of bed, pulling on his pants and tunic, then his boots. He rushed to James' room and threw the door open but found the bed empty. Ulen turned, moving for the front door.

As Ulen stumbled out onto the porch, he was greeted with a most reassuring sight. The waist high sweet grass had been harvested, chopped down to a much lower level. Piles of the grass had been stacked for collection, but in the distance James worked away. The scythe swung wide arcs from his shoulders, his strong arms handling the weight better than ever before. Ulen looked across the field at his son, proud at how strong and resilient he was. It was a true sight. Ulen took a deep breath before he moved down off the porch, making his way to the wagon. The least he could do was help with the harvest by collecting their goods.

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James staggered through the house, his shoulders slumped, sweat clinging to his brow. He'd never worked so hard in his life or cleared so much of any crop. He felt as if he'd been on fire, strong enough to pull a plow, but he was ready for sleep. James moved into his bedroom and stripped his tunic and pants off before he collapsed onto the mattress. He snuggled against it, his hand pawing at the cover, feeling the hay inside. Even after working so hard with the crop, he didn't mind hay. It was their life blood after all. James closed his eyes and let sleep capture him, taking him far away. Ulen, too, was succumbing, but not in his own bed.

Ulen sat reclined in the mighty stone chair of a chieftain in the living room, the rising moonlight washing over him as he dozed away. After dinner he hadn't summoned the strength to make it back to his room. He murmured softly as he fell asleep. With his eyes shut, Ulen did not see that even the table and the living room walls had been blessed by the former occupants. The spell was activating, drawing its strength from the moon... and nothing would stop it from ensuring no humans lifted on the sacred lands.

Every breath Ulen took filled his chest with air, causing it to rise, but when he snored out the excess, his chest didn't fall. The bones were spreading, his ribs separating, his chest thickening. Even his nipples were growing larger, spreading slowly. Ulen was unaware of the change as it ripped through him, but it was doing more than just increasing his chest. His entire body was changing. The hair on Ulen's arms grew thicker slowly, then denser. His wrists throbbed as they thickened, then his palms widened. Soon his fingers were growing pudgier, the fingernails having to grow to keep up.

Ulen twitched a bit in his sleep as his lips thickened and his nose grew wider. Then his ears began to stretch into points, eroding away his human features. His pants grew tight as his waist increased in size, but that was nothing compared to the inches of ankle growing out of his pant legs. Even his feet were growing larger, spreading out across the floor. His heel grew thicker, his arch increased and his toes got fatter. Soft sprawls of hair pushed out of the knuckles on his feet, then the knuckles of his hand. He was becoming hairier all over, to say the least.

As much as Ulen had changed, though, he was still human and no human could live on the arden land. The spell kicked it up a notch, magic starting to spill into Ulen. His very soul quivered as it was adjusted, his body becoming more fitting for a creature of the mystic lands. His ears grew taller, his jaw started to widen... and ever so slightly, the moonlight started to give him a tan. It was as if a summer's worth of work beneath the sun was happening in a few moments, but his skin wasn't becoming tan, it was becoming green. A bright emerald green color swept across his skin, covering him from toe to neck, then the rest of his face. His stubble thickened, turning black and growing longer as his lips turned forest green.

Ulen's lower jaw began to stretch forward, extending an inch, then another. The under bite was rather severe, though as his lips parted, two tiny ivory tusks began to grow up from his lower jaw, curving out forward, rising upwards more. The tusks grew up past his upper lip, stopping on either side of his fat and pudgy nose. Ulen was no longer a human, he had become an orc... a powerful orc, one that was getting more powerful by the moment. His muscles bulged, his spin stretched and his body shifted... just as his son's did on the other side of the house.

While James had slept like a log the night before, his sleep this night found him restless. He tossed and turned, sweat beading across his body. His muscles were tight from working all day, but rather than hurting, they felt really good. His arms were thicker than ever, his shoulders broad. His skin had toned up nicely, almost becoming leathery. While James seemed unchanged for the most part, the moonlight seemed to be playing with him as well. The light washed over his shaggy hair, the brown darkening to black. The hair on his arms and legs darkened, growing softer and thicker than ever before, but it wasn't the only thing growing fuzzier.

Despite reaching the age of adulthood, James had remained shaven. As he slept, his body seemed to be struggling to alleviate that fact. Black fuzz grew out over his upper lip, then his cheeks, then his chin... but it wasn't stopping there. His entire body was becoming more hirsute. Thick black curls grew out of his chest. Forests of black spread out under his arms and a nest of black grew up across his lap, forming into a trail that crossed his stomach and made it all the way to his chest. So far the changes had been rather minor, but that was not remaining the case.

James grunted softly in his sleep as his legs and arms began to grow, then he grunted louder as his neck stretched and then his spine. Even his shoulders pushed out wider. His strong farmer's body seemed like a bean pole compared to the amount of muscle and girth he had gained in a short time, but it was only the start. A deep pain began to penetrate James' dreams, coming from his feet. The toes grew stiff, then the flesh tingled as it grew together. Before long his feet had formed into single digits. The toenails turned from white to brown, spreading out over his toes to cover them all before curving to the underside. The nails hardened and thickened, becoming hooves. As the keratin coating finished, his heels began to diminish, his ankles changing to force him onto the hooves when he walked

Of all the changes James could have slept through, the pain mounting in his head was not one of them. James awoke with a gasp, then a groan. His head felt as if it was splitting in two. It was the worst headache of his life. Slowly James reached up, his fingers moving to his temples... where he soon found two large bumps. To his surprise, rather than hurting, it felt good to rub them. He let out a shocked moan and began to rub harder and harder, and then he felt a hot sticky moistness. The skin had been punctured and two soft bony bubs were growing out of his skull, forming into horns.

"FATHER!" James exclaimed at the top of his lungs. There was a thump, then a stumbling set of feet before the door burst open. Ulen had come to the aid of hi son, but both realized for the first time what had happened to the other. They stared, dumbstruck at the changes... changes that were still taking place. James gazed up at his father, recognizing most of his face even though it was green, but the familiar cheek bones, the jaw... it was all disappearing beneath the thick black beard that was growing out.

Ulen looked at James, how huge he had grown... His shoulders wider than he had been at twelve years old... and the horns growing out of his head were thicker by the moment, growing straight out before curving up. James opened his lips to say something before he grunted softly. His nose began to widen, stretching his nostrils. His lips thickened, his jaw grew thicker. James could even feel his teeth flattening in his mouth, growing larger and less useful at the same time. James panted harshly as the black fur spread thicker across his face, growing out beyond the borders of a beard. It surrounded his eyes and crossed his nose, covering his forehead and even his ears... ears that were growing longer and floppier, falling away from his head.

"Oh my strong son..." Ulen murmured, unsure why he had added strong. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching over to stroke his son's hair, black where it had once been brown. James leaned into the hand, nuzzling it gently, sighing with relief that at least his father loved him. James reached up to hold his father's hand to his head, though his palms had grown huge and his fingernails had turned brown and hardened like his hooves. A soft tearing noise came as James's waist wrap was pulled to the brink. The fabric pushed apart as his ass cheeks shifted, making way for his tailbone to throb and stretch out.

James closed his eyes, grunting and then mooing softly as his tail stretched out behind him in a thick cord of flesh, a tassel of black fur growing from the tip. The tail flicked around behind him as the muscles and tendons connected to the extension, his brain learning how to use it. James panted softly before he opened his eyes, looking to his father again. James, despite his size, looked incredibly scared and fearful.

"Father, what is going on..." he murmured softly. Ulen moved to wrap his arms around James as best he could.

"I think, perhaps, we were foolish to think that we could live here. These are not lands for humans, these lands have always belonged to the mythics... To the orcs and minotaur, to the satyrs and the dryads. By coming here, perhaps... we are making up for the lives they lost." Ulen murmured. James shook gently as his mouth began to push forward, his jaw and face reconfiguring. His nose melted away a bit into his forming muzzle.

"But is there nothing we can do?" James asked, his voice cracking as it got deeper and deeper. Ulen stroked James' furry cheek.

"Perhaps we shouldn't do anything, even if we could. This is the law of the land, the spirit's law. Who are we to question it? Perhaps... we should embrace it, embrace their ways." Ulen said, his voice growing deeper as well. James looked surprised, even shocked at his father's suggestion.

"But the mythics are heathen. Men lay with men, no family ties are respected... It is utter chaos." James whispered.

"No, it is truth. I see that now, being true to one's self. That was why they left this land, to let us learn... We have to respect the truth, be who we are. James, look at me. I have never been so strong, so virile, so alive. This is a second chance at life." Ulen murmured, "And you, my strong son. You are more handsome than ever." Ulen added with a soft whisper.

"I am?" James asked, his voice so deep that the windows rattled. Ulen grinned softly.

"Yes, you are... Becoming a fine minotaur I think." Ulen whispered, moving to scratch James' chin. James moaned, his hoof shaking gently off the edge of the bed. Ulen smirked, moving to stand.

"What are you doing now, father?" James asked.

"I think it is time to embrace what is happening to us. No more hiding behind clothing." Ulen said. He removed his tunic and cast it aside before working on his pants, letting them fall around his bare feet. He stepped out of the pile of clothes, basking naked in the moonlight.

James looked at his father, absolutely amazed. Ulen had an average farmer's build before, but now he was a monolith, a pure spectacle, practically a bear of an orc. His beard was several inches thick, his muscles rounded under a green leathery hide and his hair was down to the nape of his neck. If anything, James envies his father, but that was because he couldn't truly appreciate what he was becoming, not like Ulen could.

Ulen watched his son's ears go bovine, his face stretch into a muzzle, even his legs bulk up more like that of a steer... but he was still quite male, though something seemed off. Ulen looked down, realizing that James' torn loin cloth had grown moist... very moist. He reached down a finger and pressed I to the cloth before drawing it back up, sniffing and then licking... and then he broke out laughing. James looked confused.

"What is it, father?" James asked, fearing that he had done something wrong.

"I don't think it was cows that the orcs milked, but minotaurs." Ulen whispered, pulling the cloth away from his son. James' large, thick cock was revealed, but the true goal of Ulen was to reveal his son's testicles. As the cloth came away, they were exposed. Just as he anticipated, the were heavily swollen. The balls seemed almost six times bigger, but most surprisingly of all were the tiny nubs forming on the sack. Each nub had a small duct, just like a nipple... and they were all leaking ever so slightly.

"Oh my spirits..." James murmured in shock, realizing he had udders... teats... nipples... and they were on his sack. Ulen gazed at the tiny udders for a moment, becoming lost in thought. He reached down and began to pinch and rub one. James shuddered, stomping a hoof as a thick, creamy squirt of milk sprayed out. Ulen grinned and began to rub and tug on the udder, eliciting more milk to gush forth... and for the udder to grow. In fact, they all did. They had started out the size of his own nipples, but so soon after being milked, they had grown as thick as Ulen's little finger, growing larger still. James' balls dropped lower, making room for the swelling sack.

Ulen looked back up at his son, his minotaur sun. Each horn had to be at least eight inches long out of both sides of his head. His face had pushed into a muzzle, he had the nose and lips of a bull... and somehow that was turning Ulen on. His green cock was as hard as stone, jutting out from his body. Ulen looked to James and couldn't contain himself. He moved forward, pressing his lips to James', starting to kiss him powerfully. James was shocked, but something about that beard felt so good. He was still conflicted, torn, unable to give into his feelings so easily. His kiss was clunky and awkward. Ulen moved onto the bed, straddling his son's massive hips, bringing their groins together. He wrapped his arms around James and broke the kiss.

"It will be all right my son, I am here for you... and I love you. Don't you love your father?" Ulen asked gently. James looked shocked.

"Of course I do!" He gasped. Ulen grinned.

"Well, then you don't have to be afraid. This is just love." Ulen said, moving to kiss James again. As James felt the bearded mouth rooting around his lips, it started to sink in. yes, this was love. His father loved him so much that he wanted to be with him. Slowly his lips parted and his tongue emerged, plunging into his father's mouth. Ulen was caught off guard with the size of the tongue, but that sent a chill down his spine. He ground harder, frotting with James. James moaned as his sack was jostled around, swelling to the size of a cantaloupe. His udders continued to dribble a bit of milk, but it seemed that the bulk of the energy was going into his teats as they grew longer, thicker, stronger and fleshier.

Ulen continued kissing James, feeling his son get more into it. He rubbed against him harder, grinding and fondling. Ulen's hands swept over James' body, feeling his fur covered muscles. The last of James' human skin disappeared, replaced with leathery hide covered with thick black fur. He was as dark as night. Ulen broke the kiss and leaned up, licking one of James' horns. James let out a snort, his cock quivering as it surged out in length, adding inches on in a few seconds. Ulen was loving how big James was getting, but he was still the father. His son had to know his place.

"Son, lay back." Ulen commanded. James did as he was told, lying down on his bed, the mattress shifting under his huge back. Ulen moved his hands to James' legs, bringing them up, setting one hoof to his right, one to his left. This hoisted up the minotaur's ass and left his udder sack resting just below his mammoth cock. Ulen moved forward, bringing his cock to his son's tight ring. James shivered a bit, feeling that conflict again. Ulen was his father, but he was so very manly, James wanted him... But hadn't he liked women before? The thought was so alien now. How could he want anyone but his father. James' tail flicked and he snorted in need, relaxing his ass.

Feeling the bull pucker relax, Ulen began pushing his thick green cock in. Ulen moaned and groaned in pleasure at feeling such a hot, tight body around him. He thrust in several inches, then several more before he pulled back and slammed in again. James snorted again, panting hard as his body filled out just a bit more. His pecs inflated, his abs rose and the fur on his chin grew longer, taking on almost a goatee of shape. One of James' hands came down, curling around his thick cock, jerking it off as he was filled... but what to do with the other hand? The thought slowly occurred to him and he moaned in realization.

James' left hand moved down to his udders, stroking the thick sack. It was almost the size of a watermelon now. He fondled it, stroked it, and then found his way to one of his teats. They were as thick as his thumb and as long as his index finger. The minotaur gently rubbed his teat, then squeeze it a bit... and then he started to stroke it off, almost like a miniature masturbation. He gasped in shock at how good it felt; particularly as thick cream began to dribble out steadily, washing over his sack. James grunted heavily, clenching his ass around his father's cock.

While James had been lost in the exploration of his own body, Ulen almost had as well. Never before in his life had he felt so strong, so agile, so limber. He felt as if he was a teenager again, but ten times better. He loved the way his muscles bulged under his green skin. He loved how dark his hair was and how plentiful it was. He even loved his tusks, they felt so visceral. He was an orc man in his prime, doing what he did best... plowing. Ulen grinned, tilting his hips before he used the added friction to increase their enjoyment and slam into James' prostate.

"MMMMMOOOOOOORE!" James bellowed out in shock as his back arched, all of his teats gushing with milk. Ulen slammed in and out to the hilt, shaking even the massive pile of muscle that was his son with each thrust. The two worked faster and harder, Ulen latched onto James' hips, digging into the furry hide as he pummeled his son's ass. James continued to moo and buck, all of his teats leaking milk before he howled. His thick bull cock began gushing yellowish white sperm all over his father's stomach and chest, even getting some in his beard. This only inspired Ulen on more.

Ulen rammed into that prostate a dozen times before his thrusts became too ragged to control. He bucked like a wild beast, rutting away before he felt his balls tug up and his cock pulse. He began spraying his load deep into James' ass but he didn't stop thrusting at all. He used his cock to churn that cum like milk into butter before he finally collapsed on the minotaur, panting hard. He nuzzled the furry chest and licked at one of the boy's real nipples through the fur. James moaned, reaching to pet his father's head, never feeling closer.

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The wheels of the horse drawn carriage clattered and clicked as they rolled along the old dirt road, the wagon driver gazing out at the land in awe. The realization that no humans could inhabit the fields of Ardenlan had struck the kingdom hard. They had been forced to review their beliefs and actions. The king had sent an official apology to the displaced mythics and they had returned. Those that had found their homes occupied by the converted adopted them into the family... and in a strange way, that act had made for peace. Families broken by the war were whole again... and people once divided by land were now united in an alliance.

The wagon slowed as it reached the Danko farm, the human driver climbing off. He moved over to pet the horses as he looked at the blue grass fields. Four tall minotaurs threshed the grasses for harvest, piling it all into hay bales. One of them had an old gold ring fitted through his bullish nose. The human farmer watched them joke and work in the field, their thick fur coatings glistening in the sun. He turned as the door to the house opened and Ulen emerged, his skin sparkling as green as the trees.

"Good morrow, good sir." Ulen said before he hoisted up two huge barrels of milk, one on each shoulder, carrying them down toward the wagon. It was a feat no human could manage, that was a lot of milk.

"How has the season been treating you?" The human asked.

"Oh very good, very good... How is the kingdom?" Ulen asked, moving to load the milk into the back of the wagon.

"Very good, very tolerant... especially after the prince had some of your milk. Now he can't get enough of it, recommends it to all his friends." The human chuckled.

"Oh, I bet he does love it... Helps grow nice strong boys. Everyone should have their milk." Ulen said, feeling quite delighted. His new housemates had informed him that the exposure to minotaur milk would turn humans into orcs over time. It was a prospect that filled Ulen with glee.

"Well if he keeps up at this rate, I'll be back soon enough for more." The human grinned.

"We always have plenty. It's part of the blessings of the land." Ulen said. The human bowed his head and climbed back up, moving the horse bridles to get started again. Ulen watched the wagon roll away, heading on the round about road back to the capital. The orc chuckled to himself before turning to the house, moving back to resume the festivities with his new orc kin.