{"sf1_id":839713,"sf2_id":"7ej2ZyGe","title":"The Travels of Daniel Harvos - Part 1","author":"WolfenRyujin","words":3355,"posted_at":"2015-03-28T09:43:00.000Z","tags":["Alcohol","Alternate Reality","Badger","Drugs","M/M","Orc","Short Story","Story Progression","Story Series"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/839713-the-travels-of-daniel-harvos-part-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/7ej2ZyGe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/8f/ff/8fffa224-ec27-4bd7-a6f3-461b0b758759","description":"#1 of Orcs\n\nThis... is kind of an experiment for me as well as exposition for a few stories that will follow later on.\nAs i hinted at in a journal post or two, i sort of have my own orc-lore and this story, while maybe evolving into something else later on,\nwill be my way to explain some of it.\nThe story follows Daniel Harvos, a young translator in a parallel universe where the way to asia over the atlantic ocean was thought a few\nyears prior to Columbus' journey.\nHowever this fact alone isn't the only difference as ways towards the rich and bountiful eastern kingdoms had often been sought after in\nmany ways.\nAs this little fleet of ships uses an island to stock up their supplies Daniel makes a discovery of his own....\n=As always, don't read if under the age of consent or if you don't like male on male action and the like.=\n=Feedback is always appreciated. =\n=Have fun reading. =","content":"+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++\n\n  \n\n5.11.1490\n\n  \n\nThe coast finaly came in sight today. In the morning a sailor had spotted it, screamed\n\nin joy.\n\nCan't blame him, the journey was torture since we left the canary islands, while we\n\nstill have fresh water, fruit wasn't on the menu for almost two\u0026nbsp;weeks now and the dried\u0026nbsp;\n\nmeat and fish don't quite make up for it.\n\nStill, we made it and tears of happiness roll down my cheeks as i write these lines.\n\nA traderoute to the eastern kingdoms of asia, shorter than the way over land, it\n\ncertainly feels possible now.\n\nStill, it's not really my expertise, but i do intend to study the customs of any people\n\nwe should come across.\n\n  \n\nAfter some arrangements we made it to the shore with four boats, a few crewmembers\n\nfell on their knees as soon as they reached the beach, thanking God for finally having\n\nsolid ground under their feet again.\n\nAs i looked around i soon found that a lot of the plants looked unfamiliar, it wasn't\n\nthat there were no familiar ones, just here and there details that didn't fit the depictions\n\ni've seen in the journals of other travelers.\n\nIt was a moment that made me think of all the wasted opportunities, there had been\u0026nbsp;\n\nchances to travel to asia but i had been to absorbed in my studies.\n\n  \n\nEvening, after a hard day, we spent most of it setting up camp at the beach, getting\u0026nbsp;\n\nsupplies from the ships, it was time to plan our next move.\n\nI wasn't as much involed in the discussion as others, only made sense as i was merely\n\nhere as a translator.\n\nStill, the feeling that something was odd about this place didn't pass.\u0026nbsp;\n\nSome of the crew had gathered fruit that looked edible but even those, at least partially,\n\nweren't familiar at all.\n\nMaybe we were just on an island somewhere in the asian sea, still far away from Jepang.\n\nIt certainly seemed plausible.\n\n  \n\n6.11.1490\n\n  \n\nI could've sworn i saw something today. I'm not sure what it was, but there was something\n\nbetween the trees, moving as if it was a person watching us as we tried to look for fruits we\u0026nbsp;\n\ncould use to restock our supplies.\n\nStill, i can't be sure, maybe it were just leaves moving with the breeze.\n\nBe that as it may, at the moment my suspicions grow that we are nowhere near Jepang.\n\nNone of the plants match the specimen shown in my books, there are similiarities to some\n\nbut there are no exact matches so far.\n\nThe captain still chose to stay for the time, not only to restock our supplies but also to give the\n\ncrew time to recuperate.\n\nWhile it will undoubtly add to our travels, we will probably stay a week.\n\nAt least this gives me some opportunity to explore the shore and nearby jungle a bit.\n\n  \n\nQuite a few of the plants we've seen today had big, luxurious blossoms in the most exotic\n\ncolours.\n\nWhile they, as mentioned above, do not match my books, they are quite the site and i try\n\nto gather some to dry and preserve them for further reference.\n\nThe fruit here match their flowers in their exotic nature, not all of them are sweet or as sweet\n\nas you'd expect them to be.\n\nQuite a few have a rather spicy hint behind the sugary thickness.\n\nSome even seem to have a slight inebriating effect to them, leading to part of the crew already\n\nplaning to make alcohol with them.\n\n  \n\nAs this day draws to a close i can only wonder:\n\nIf we aren't near Jepang, just were are we?\n\n  \n\n7.11.1490\n\n  \n\nThe morning was just as uneventful as it could've been, while i am still happy for the momentaneous\n\ndisruption of our journey, no one beside me seems to be even a bit curious.\n\nAt least i still have the opportunity to go into the jungle a bit, so far there hadn't been any hints pointing\n\nout larger animals.\n\nAfter breakfast i will be on my way, not planning to go too far, still it should be insightful.\n\n  \n\nNoon, at least i asume it's noon. As during the last days the temperature rises quite high, i still could manage\n\nthough if it weren't for the humidity.\n\nThere is even mist rising between all the trees, while i still would find my way back to the beach now, further in\n\ni probably would get into trouble.\n\nAlthough my curiousity is still urging me to push onwards, the breeze carrying the slightest implication of a\n\nsweet odour, it's reminiscent of some of the fruits we found, still different.\n\nMaybe i will go a bit deeper.\n\n  \n\n????????????\n\n  \n\nI is it still friday? My head, even now, is a bit hazy as to the details, still, for the sake of completeness i will try to\n\ndescribe the events that occurred.\n\n  \n\nAs i headed deeper into the jungle, trying to keep vines and the occasional insect away from my face, the\u0026nbsp;\n\nmist indeed got thicker.\n\nIt almost feeled like something was wrapping around my legs, making them heavy, my movements sluggish,\n\nbut even so the scent, before just a small hint of what to come, grew more intense.\n\nAs i went on, at least i felt like i was moving forward, it was hard to tell, it slowly felt like the sweet odour was\n\nfilling my lungs with every breath i took.\n\nThe world had started to move on its own soon, swaying as i tried to keep on, something in the air was calling me,\n\nfor some reason, the more i breathed it in, the more the scent vanished from my mind.\n\nWhat didn't was the heat, i soon tried to remove my simple linen shirt, barely held on to my bag as i did so.\n\nSoon it all was too much though, i felt myself stumble before i fell to my knees.\n\nBefore i hit the ground, something grabbed my shoulders, held me. Slowly i was lifted up, the world spinning\n\neven more, and i am sure that a moan escaped my lips.\n\nAt that moment i wasn't sure what i was looking at, a weird, flat face, no fur present but a beard bordering it.\n\nSeconds later it dawned on me that the strange creature had red skin and as one of my hands found its chest\n\ni realized that there was some bodyhair, but still no fur.\n\nThen i lost consciousness, falling into a deep, dreamless darkness. Heat and the sweet, almost burning, scent\n\nstill present, dragging me deeper with every heartbeat.\n\n  \n\nAs i slowly came to, head still pounding as if a carpenter had hammered away at it for hours, i found myself in a\n\nsmall hut.\n\nIt was made of stone but crude, primitive or just not well looked after.\n\nA groan was forming in my muzzle, soon a hand offered a claymug, some water in it.\u0026nbsp;\n\nSince the days heat had taken it's toll i didn't stop to think about it, thirst making the decision for me as my hands\n\nwrapped around the simple piece of pottery before it's content flowed into my throat.\n\nMy host was most generous, handing me another cup as soon as i finished the first, even a third wasn't spared.\n\nSlowly i remembered the creature from before, looked up.\n\nI'm not sure what went through my mind, horror? It could've been.\n\nThey didn't look dangerous, weren't aggressive in their gestures, and if they had wanted to kill me it would've\u0026nbsp;\n\nbeen easier with me knocked out, but they still were a bit unusual to look at.\n\nRed skin as i had remembered, red as ember, in a way they resembled gorilla tribes i had seen pictures of, natives\n\nto the african highlands and mountains, but clearly these brutes were somethin different.\n\nIt was not only the lack of fur, tusks were growing from their lower jaws, some were bearded, others not.\n\nThe body shapes were just as varied although a certain amount of muscle always seemed present.\n\nOne of them slowly raised his hand before a guttural sound escaped him, he slowly pointed towards himself and\n\nspoke again.\n\nU'kral, was the single word, no language i ever heard sounded like this, but i asumed he was telling me his name.\n\nThe others kept watching, curious about my reaction.\n\nAs anyone in my situation would have done i returned his gesture, pointed towards myself and spoke my name.\n\nImmediately he smiled, tried to say it himself and although there seemed to be some difficulty with it, he managed.\n\nIt still got a slight chuckle out of me since they managed to turn Daniel into something along the line of Da'nil.\n\nThey too chuckled, smiled at me as they weren't the only ones unfamiliar with a language.\n\n  \n\n10.11.1490 ?\n\n  \n\nI am still not sure which date it is, the last few days were a little too busy to write though, asuming it was still\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe same day when that weird fog had knocked me out and i awoke, it should be the tenth of november now.\n\nWhile my hosts don't seem to mind me in their midst they sure don't want me to leave.\n\nThe hut assigned to me even had a guard which made me feel more like a hostage then a guest, but everyone\n\nstill was friendly.\n\nThey don't seem to mind me writing my journal either, rather they are curious when i sit down to scribble\u0026nbsp;\n\nwhat must be nonsense to them.\n\nThat's not to say that they are stupid, all in all they seem rather intelligent, their lifestyle a bit rustic and\u0026nbsp;\n\ncrude in comparison to what europe has to offer, but they have some farming going on, small patches where\n\nthey grow vegetables i haven't seen so far but that still taste good.\n\nWhenever i approach them they even try to explain to me what they are doing, from what i can tell i'd say\n\nthey are preparing for a celebration of sort.\n\nEveything supports this thought so far, they prepared paint in vibrant colours that, as was explained in some\n\ngestures, is used to decorate their bodies.\n\nA bonfire is being set up in the midst of the village, i've even seen big drums being placed nearby.\n\nWhen i tried to ask them about it all, a few words already making sense to me, they signaled that i had to\n\nwait though.\n\n  \n\nI feel a bit silly, it seems part of the paint was meant for me and while i probably shouldn't, i feel self-conscious\n\nabout my body as i had to remove my clothes completely and now only wear a loincloth like them.\n\nThey seemed quite amused by my bewilderment and shame.\n\nApparently i am quite a big part of this festivity as the marks they placed on my body are quite different from theirs.\n\n  \n\n11.11.1490\n\n  \n\nI should've remembered not to drink too much.\n\nAlcohol and i just don't mix well and the celebration is just as hazy as the events that led me here.\n\nStill, i should try to summarise:\n\n  \n\nAs the sun set, the day spent, as mentioned above, mostly trying to understand my hosts better and help\n\nout in any way i could, the whole village seemed to gather.\n\nThe red ones coming forth from every hut, some a bit later as they seemed to have been on a hunt,\n\nsome large animal i would say resembled a boar, carried between them.\n\nOne particularly decorated guy laid his hand onto my shoulder, tried to get me closer to the campfire.\n\nI'd say he is the chieftain as no other red one tried to approach me as long as he was near me.\n\nCan't say if i felt safe or like a trophy...\n\nShortly, after most of them had gathered around the fire, some started to play the drums.\n\nThe rhythms were primitive, not unappealing though, almost as if a hidden voice spoke to my mind.\n\nIt wasn't long before i swayed to this exotic music, eating some, from what i could tell through it's\n\nsmell before it's taste, highly seasoned meat before a cup with something sweet was passed on to me.\n\nAs i wasn't used to the spices, my tounge feeling strangely warm and prickly, i didn't think much before\n\nemptying the cup in one swift motion.\n\nThe chieftain looked a bit puzzled at me after i finished, then he started laughing, his massive hand\n\nhitting me on the back in, what i asume was, a friendly gesture.\n\n  \n\nI'm not sure if he was amused or impressed, but with what happened shortly after in mind, i'd say it was\n\nthe first.\n\n  \n\nThe sweet, viscous content of the cup went down my throat surprisingly smooth, as i had hoped at first it\n\nsoothed my irritated tounge before a pleasant warmth spread in my body.\n\nHad it been just that i still would sit here, looking confused at the chieftain, but before long i could feel\n\nthe warmth spreading to my head, my thoughts no match for the comfortable haze that slowly engulfed\n\nthem.\n\nQuickly i was leaning against the red one besides me, one hand looking for support to get back up...\n\nTheir skin feels nice, was my first thought as my hand slowly pressed against the chieftains abdomen,\u0026nbsp;\n\nthick muscles slightly tensing before he looked down to me, smiling.\n\nHe said something, but i still couldn't really understand them, now i'd say it probably was a compliment,\n\none that at the moment made blood rush to my cheeks as my hand slipped downwards.\n\nThe chieftain didn't seem to mind my hand pressing against his crotch though, his smile grew a little\n\nas he rumbled something into my ear.\n\nAs it went on the music didn't help my constitution, the steady rhythm of their drums pounding in my head,\n\nfor some strange reason it felt like the stirring manhood beneath my hand was following the drums example,\n\neach beat making it throb.\n\n  \n\nWhy didn't i back off? I guess it was the strange liquid they had given me, from what i gathered so far they\n\ncall it Kar'mash, but a good chunk probably was my own curiosity.\n\nI never had been one to let an opportunity pass by, always on the look out for more to learn, more to experience,\n\nthis notion of me, this very nature of my own had gotten me into trouble lots of times, not this time though.\n\n  \n\nAs the chieftains member slowly stood up to attention, throbbing, drops of precum slowly running down it's\n\nslight arc, i couldn't help myself anymore.\n\nSomething inside me just had snapped during the music, the haze in my mind, the rich smell of masculinity\u0026nbsp;\n\nall around me, and the exotic bodies dancing, rubbing against each other, near the fire.\n\nIn a moment i had pressed my tongue against the redskinned flesh, slowly moving it upwards to the tip,\n\na weird, but not unpleasent mixture of sweet and salty spreading in my maw before i slowly closed my\n\nlips around the manhood in front of me.\n\nSeconds later i moved down again, eyes closing with every step as someone, at first i didn't even process\n\nthat it could have been the chieftain, moaned deeply, clearly enjoying himself.\n\nA warm, strong hand put itself onto the back of my neck, patting me before the owner tried to guide my\u0026nbsp;\n\nefforts.\n\nIt didn't take me long to get into a steady rhythm, moving up and down, pressing my tongue against the thick\n\nshaft as his precum kept flowing, mixing with my saliva and making it easier to move.\n\nI could hear him grunt, growl, moan lustful and lewd words that only seemed to get through to me because\n\nwe both shared the same ecstasy of trying something so new.\n\nAlthough i admit for him it was probably the exotic partner, while for me the entire act was unexplored up\n\nto this point.\n\nBefore long he leaned down to me, whispered something into one of my ears before i could feel his\n\nmuscles twitch, tensing, the hold on my head getting a bit more gruff.\n\nSeconds later i could feel his member pulsing, pumping a thick, viscous liquid into my muzzle before\n\ni tried to swallow it.\n\nOnly moments later i realized it had been his semen, for some reason though i didn't mind,\u0026nbsp;\n\ni felt content, relaxed and like i had done something good for a friend, a smile slowly\n\ngrowing on my lips as i let go of his pride.\n\nIn a swift motion he pulled me up, pressed me against his body, whispering, what i asumed to be,\n\nsweet nothings into my ear.\n\n  \n\nI'm still not too sure what to make of it all, i clearly enjoyed the experience as everytime i remember\n\nit my own manhood is stirring, yearning for attention, and the short but intense experience clearly\n\nbefore me as if it was still happening.\n\n  \n\n15.11.1490\n\n  \n\nSlowly i'm starting to get a good grip on their language, already i can make out simple sentences and words.\n\nIt still is a chore to have a normal conversation but i think that my recent progress is something to\n\nbe proud of.\n\nThe fact that i'm still in their village though is a bit unsettling, sure, the orcs, as they call themselves,\n\nare still very nice and courteous, but i start to wonder, are the captain and crew looking for me?\n\nWould they understand that this tribe means no harm?\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd of course, what if they have moved on already? Set sail and left me behind.\n\nIt's a train of thought i'm trying to avoid when it comes up, yet one i will have to face at some point.\n\nFrom what i understand my newfound friends want to learn just as much as i do, maybe, should i\u0026nbsp;\n\nleave the village, some of them would like to join me, learn something about our culture as i did\n\nabout theirs.\n\n  \n\nLater this day i tried talking to the chieftain, about leaving their village, offering them to send sort\n\nof an envoy with me.\n\nHe told me he'd consider it and that they'd at least help me back to the beach to look for my people.\n\nIt's a start although i still fear that there may be no one left.\n\n  \n\n17.11.1490\n\n  \n\nMy fears about being left behind have been confirmed this day.\n\nAfter traveling through the jungles underwoods, this time without being mesmerized by some strange\n\nplantlife, we reached the beach.\n\nWe split up, the scouts that had been guiding me going in different directions as i couldn't\n\ndescribe the beach any more clearly than with a general direction and sand.\n\nThey came back empty handed, i didn't blame them, although tears were forming in the corners\n\nof my eyes.\n\nSure, i had a place to return to, but it wasn't home and there is no way of telling if another ship will\n\ncome anytime short of years, if ever at all.\n\nThey tried to console me and after a while i could at least smile at their efforts.\n\nIt wasn't too bad here, maybe there was even hope, if i could stay in their village i at least wouldn't\n\ndie of starvation or through an animal attack any time soon.\n\n  \n\nA short while later we started heading back, they were already offering to make plans for a sentry\n\nrotation as to make sure they wouldn't miss my people should they ever return.\n\n  \n\n+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++\n\n  \n\nThe rugged journal before you ends on torn pages after this entry, your candle flickers in the evening\n\nbreeze, there is still more in the old chest your great-grandfather had left behind.\n\nAs far as you can tell he tried to get into more detail in the later books he wrote about his travels\n\nbut it's a late hour already and while fascinating to read you decide to go to sleep.\n\nHeading towards your private chambers you don't see how a soft spark emits from a\n\nglass jar burried between books and lose pages that make up your ancestors legacy.\n  \n  \n\n"}