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'ends' in side a warehouse full of strange machines and gadgets. Will any of them make it out alive? \n\nThis story introduces all of the players in this little... perverted septilogy of despair, death and non-consensual transformation. We see a glimpse of our six unwary orcs, and find out what is bringing them to the warehouse, and why they decide to go in.\n\nThen, of course, a completely gratuitous mechanical tentacle rape scene. Because that's just how these things are DONE, son.\n\nIf you want help in figuring out which orc is which, [url=https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=139409]GO HERE![/url]\n\nIf you want to vote to see which one is 'contaminated' (and thus about to be.... eliminated), you can [url=https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/viewform?hl=en_US&formkey=dFh5OUYtam5uYjRONDduSy1fdXhlR2c6MQ]Vote Here![/url] :D \n\nDon't bother commenting below, except to talk about how awesome this story is. If you want to vote, click on the link. You'll enjoy it, I'm sure. ;)", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Welcome to the Introduction!

This part is the introduction, for the introduction! :iconZyxxs: has commissioned me for six stories about six orcs each making grisly... 'ends' in side a warehouse full of strange machines and gadgets. Will any of them make it out alive?

This story introduces all of the players in this little... perverted septilogy of despair, death and non-consensual transformation. We see a glimpse of our six unwary orcs, and find out what is bringing them to the warehouse, and why they decide to go in.

Then, of course, a completely gratuitous mechanical tentacle rape scene. Because that's just how these things are DONE, son.

If you want help in figuring out which orc is which, GO HERE!

If you want to vote to see which one is 'contaminated' (and thus about to be.... eliminated), you can Vote Here! :D

Don't bother commenting below, except to talk about how awesome this story is. If you want to vote, click on the link. You'll enjoy it, I'm sure. ;)", "writing": "Six Big Orc Men, pt. 1\n\nWritten by Charn for Zyxxs, the 1st of 6 parts.\n\nOn the day that the invitations went out, nobody could have told that there was evil brewing. Sure, there were problems with the world. There was a tribe of yellow skinned orcs that had disappeared from the other mountain over. The red skinned orcs were all at war with each other, but what was new about THAT? And the blue skins... we won’t call them ‘orcs’, but the blue skins were investigating some new sickness that was killing off their womenfolk. There was always stuff like that happening, though.\n\n For the green skinned orcs of Zyxxitopia, things were going just peachy. There were six noticeable tribes, if you were, six distinct clans that each ruled their area. Were they friendly with each other? Not particularly. Each one believed it’s clan was the best (and it was!) and each one believed the other clans were flawed. The Mootan clans in the south were the most purely barbaric form of orcs. Reason? Rhyme? Properly cooked foods? That was for ELVES AND PUSSIES. They smash first, grunt later. They -never- asked. Let’s check in on them now, and find one for example!\n\n The main ‘base’ (if you could call it that) was a haphazard conjoining of skins and broken logs. Most of hte skins were torn, stained, and rotting. The smell of beer and piss was everywhere. The orcs that lived there were huge, the biggest, strongest, most muscliest of any green-skin you could find. Like this fellow!\n\n Totts was carrying a dead elk over one shoulder, and a dead beer keg over the other shoulder. Totts usually disappeared for days at a time, before returning, usually with things on his shoulders. Nobody asked him where he got them from (usually because they didn’t care), but also because the one time that the village stomp-er DID ask, he wound up with an axe in his belly and got spit roasted for dinner that very night. Yeah, nobody really messed with Totts. Not more than once, anyways.\n\n Today, though, something funny happened. Shortly after Totts got back to camp, and kicked some weaker, useless orcling in the face, he got a funny feeling in his belly. Not like the feeling he got when he ate those monkey brains, or the one he got when he ate the weird purple mushrooms, this was like a tugging. As he ate elk and chewed on keg-wood, the feeling got stronger, and stronger.\n\n He burped, but it stayed. \n\nHe rubbed his belly, but it stayed.\n\n\tHe popped wood. That stayed, too.\n\n Eventually he stood up. He looked towards the north. Was there something up there? When he faced north, he felt the tugging get stronger, and try as he might, he couldn’t ... convince his legs to turn around, to turn away. Well that was odd, but Totts didn’t think much about it, because Totts doesn’t think much. At all. So he started walking. THAT was easy enough, and the more he walked, the more that feeling spread. Through his legs, his arms, his chest, his head, until he found himself crashing through bushed and branches and briers. Did he care when a bramble-spike bush raked against his arm? No. Did he care when a sapling he stepped on slipped free, swinging up and swatting him in the nuts? Okay, yes, that hurt like a fucker and the orc had to rub his huge aching goolies for a few seconds, but THEN he was stomping through the woods again. He was going to find out what was going on!\n\n There were orcs feeling similar effects all over the area. The nearby town of Gushgus was the exact opposite of the Mootons. The orcs there were shorter, for example, MUCH shorter than you’d expect a raging orc to be! Maybe it was due to the lush and verdant rivers, and all the swimming? or the fresh fish, otters, seaweed... boots that they ate, but they were lithe, streamline orcs. Rhuined had just climbed out of the river, with mud clinging to his legs and with the blood of a mermaid still pooling in the drifting currents behind him.\n\n “Dumb bitch,” he muttered, wiping his blade off on the carcass of a water rabbit he had fished out earlier. He picked it and the five others up, and started wandering back towards the camp. He knew the way back so well, by now, that he didn’t even pay attention to the water as it got further and further away, or to the familiar land marks that began to be fewer and fewer. he was so focused on that fight he had just had with the fish-man that he didn’t even realize what had happened to his homeland until it was gone! He had taken the wrong way ! And yet, it FELT like the right way! He kept walking, now curious, crunching on the water-rabbit’s head like a juicy apple as he followed the summoning.\n\n Over in Haymarsh, a hunting party was dragging it’s freshly slaughtered mastodon back home. Haymarshians were a bit ganglier than orcs - in fact, some orcs called them Troll-backs, because they looked so similar to the trolls in the south east. Their custom of wearing feathers, and having thick manes of hair made them look even more alien to most of the other trolls, who were either mostly hairless, or trimmed it back to show off their glorious green skin. The leader of this particular hunting party, Winnar, was no different than Rhuined or Totts. He peered to the north east, to the Center, wiping sweat from his brow with one burly, black fuzzed arm. He had worn nothing but a completely indecent fundoshi on the hunt, and his generous equipment bulged out on either side. It seemed more like a splash guard for the mastodon’s blood than anything else.\n\n “Guys! Be back later!” he said, and leaving his spear behind, he started climbing through the tall grass, towards the calling beacon.\n\n And so it went. One from each of the six tribes of of Zyxxitopia were called, summoned, drawn by inexorable forces towards the center. The center was a decrepit, abandoned city, fabled to once have been of great sky creatures that had been soft and mushy and tasty. There was not much left of it left, everything that could have been looted, and what couldn’t be looted had heavy defense systems that still worked, all these years later. They each picked their way through the abandoned area, occasionally scaring some stray animal away, or catching and eating one that wasn’t smart enough to be afraid.\n\n One by one they came to the area that they knew they had to be. Totts was the last to arive, and the big green brute scowled at the other six figures. He brought his his fists, ready to start swinging, and in turn those with weapons raised theirs.\n\n -CALM... Down...- said a voice, then. A voice they couldn’t hear, but they could -hear-, inside their heads. They looked back and forth in astonishment with each other, before finally, one by one, settling their gaze on the seventh figure.\n\n It was a black, wrinkled looking robe, presumably wrapped around someone inside it, and it smelled of things orcs weren’t meant to smell. They turned their weapons towards it, and angrily demanded to know what he was, why he was there, why they had brought them.\n\n\t“SMASH HIM!” said Totts!\n\n “No.” The figure replied. “You will go. In. There!” A bit of the robe lifted, towards one of the only buildings remaining. “And get me The Box.”\n\n Totts growled at the figure’s fancy language, but a short, chubby, walking stick wearing orc with thick puffy brown hair and beard raised up a hand to stop him. “Wait, Motton!”\n\n\t“MOOTON!” screamed Totts!\n\n -SILENCE!- shouted the voice in his head, and Totts found his arms and legs go limp, falling down to the ground in angry impotence. He couldn’t move! It had tricked him!\n\n “I can not enter that building. I am... banned from the premises. But you can. You will go in. You will find me a box. The box looks like this.” The figure gestured, and a box appeared in the air over it’s head. It was brown, looking like to be wooden, and inscribed with black ribbons that curled and traced along every side, connecting and joining and a myriad of confusing knots.\n\n “Where in the building is it?” asked the short, barrel chested chubby orc. His grammar was impeccable, for an orc, and was obviously one of the Boggins from the north. The orcs there had somehow found a way to learn magic, and were using rudimentary spells and cantrips to, what else? Catch food and trick each other, sometimes with the same results.\n\n “It is hidden deep inside. Only those with orc blood can find it. See it.” The voice that came from behind the robes was halting, as if the figure was having great difficulty in expressing itself. “So only you can do it. I brought one from each clan, for... SNRK.... I wasn’t sure which clan was... “ it coughed, the voice going raspy and almost seeming to twitter a bit. “... wasn’t sure which clan was... was GREATEST!”\n\n The orcs all stared at the figure, which stood there, shoulders shaking, one robed hand over it’s mouth. Was it crying? It looked like it was crying. Weakling!\n\n\t“Sounds dumb,” said the short, chubby dwarf. “I am Moka, from the Boggins clan, and we are the greatest orcs ever. EVER.”\n\n “Hmmm,” said a so far quiet orc, with strange, black and brown markings stained and carved into his body, all over. One of those from the Stiks, a tribe of orcs that had actually sworn off fighting for fighting’s sake, and was (supposedly) doing group meditations. Also known as the laughingstock of all the orc clans. “It seems you are trying to pit us against each other,”\n\n “And?” said the last orc, a proud, muscular, lesser haired, bald topped orc with no markings or deformities. It was one of the Reliks, a clan of orcs that, supposedly, existed before any of the others, the ‘template’ of orcs that had been formed from the mud itself. Considered by the others to be elitist assholes, but also worthy of their envy. “You say that, Stik-butt, because you know your clan is weak and without purpose.”\n\n\t“We don’t need fight!” piped up Rhuined from the Gushgus clan. “We could do it together!”\n\n They all stared at him, before the Relikian orc, laughing, pushed him over into the mud. “No need to do that. I will do it, and win, and you can all go home and tell your clan that you are FAILURES!”\n\n The Stiksian orc got right into the Relikian orc’s face. “POCKEY! I, Dahli, will show ALL of you what it takes to win! Brutes!” And stormed off towards the ancient, abandoned building.\n\n “Hey!” said Rhuined, climbing back to his feet and drawing his knife. “You think just cuz you big, you boss me around?” He spit on the Relikian orc, and gave chase after Dahli, not about to let him have the honor of going in first.\n\n Moka of the Boggins was still skeptical. “But these buildings, dangerous? Hmm, being better than other clans? Eh, Eh, not big deal, I know better already. Why else should I do it?”\n\n “The building is full of ancient treasures, treasures that you are welcome to take home with you. Also, whoever brings me the box, will be granted any wish they could imagine, any at all, they will receive.” The robe leaned forward. “Anything.”\n\n That got the Trollback, Winnah’s attention. “Whoa, man, anything? Yeah, I’m in!” He grinned to Moka, giving him a fake salute, then trotted down towards the building.\n\n\tThat left the short, chubby orc, the proud asshole orc, and Totts, who was drooling down the side of his cheek.\n\n Moka glared at the robes some more, then at Totts, then at the other three orcs, down at the entrance to the building. They were playing with the ancient sealed door, trying to open it. “I guess... There are traps. I am smart, though, the others will set off the traps, and at the end, I will be able to just take the prize. Yes.” He looked to Totts, smirked, then to the Relikian. “Smarter than -you-.” He shouldered his weapon, a gigantic hammer that looked to weigh as much as he did, and waddled down towards the doorway with the others. he waited a good thirty feet away, as the others fiddled with the handle, trying to open it. If there was a trap there, it would get them, and he would walk inside! That is why Moka made the big fish, he knew how to stay ahead.\n\n\tTotts watched as the robe dismissed something, and he jumped to his feet in rage. “KILL YOU!”\n\n “Not so fast.” The robe gestured, again, and suddenly there were orcs, BIG orcs, just like Totts, all around. They were sitting around the elk’s carcass, ripping raw chunks off and eating it.\n\n\tAs he watched, they talked to each other, and he could hear them.\n\n\t\t\t‘You think Totts win?’\n\n\t\t\t\t‘No, he too DUMB, ha ha. Totts just big BABY, he lose!’\n\n\t\t\t‘Yah, yay, Totts fail, Totts fail ALL THE TIME!’\n\n He was speechless. He reared back, and slammed his fist down into one of the orcs who was badmouthing him, and the two of them just disappeared, melting back into the ground.\n\n “Totts show them! TOTTS SHOW THEM!!!” It was funny hearing such a huge orc’s voice get so high and squeaky in rage. He stumbled down to the building, and the other orcs barely got out of the way before he slammed, head first, through the great,stone door, crumpling and breaking through it and into the building below.\n\n That left the Relikian and the robe. They watched, for a while, before the robe turned to Relik. “Make sure none of them make it out alive, and that you bring me the box. Don’t.... Open it, Gezur. In the wrong hands, that box yields un-imaginable power.”\n\n Gezur turned to the robe, grinning. “Oh, me be very careful.” He leapt forward, grasping the head of the robe in both hands, and savagely twisting it! Just like that, the robe became loose, empty, just cloth in the orc’s hand. He grumbled, dropping it, kicking the garment into the air, which caught it, filling it as it would fill a sail, and carrying it away. He turned back to the orcs, and smirking, started down to follow them.\n\n\t-\t-\t-\t-\t-\t-\t-\t-\t-\t-\t-\n\n“INCOMING!” yelled Winnar, jumping just out of the way as the thumping feet of the one-orc-stampede known as Totts came rushing in.\n\n\t“Yeep!” yelled Rhuind, catapulting himself in the opposite direction.\n\n “RAWGH!” yelled Totts, as his head crashed through the solid stone door. His shoulders crashed through it, too, as did his massive pectorals. The door gave up after that, blowing inwards off of it’s hinges, and the orcs clambered in afterwards, none of them willing to let the other get to the prize before them. Except Moka and Gezur, of course. They eyed each other up, walking in behind them. 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He thought at first it was a cock, because it was shaped like a cock, rubbery, thick, even salty like one (NOT THAT HE WOULD KNOW), but when he bit into it, it was not nearly as tough as one. It ruptured in his mouth, and a salty, coppery, gluey\n\nliquid splattered against his tongue. It made him choke, even as he felt himself being intruded, violated by the thick spike lodged in his rectum.\n\n\t“Sixth target. Aquired.” came a soothing, robotic, monotone voice, with a slight Old Earth accent.\n\n Lights came on, flooding the room. Well, it wasn’t actually a room, it was more like, what, an air vent? All six of the orcs hung suspended in it, with writhing, silvery, wet, metal-like tentacles gripping and holding parts of them afloat. They were being abused, molested, ALL of them, their clothes stripped to be dropped into the gushing air that still rolled up from beneath. Gezur glanced down, seeing a tremendously large fan, dimly shown below, spinning at such terrible speeds. Surely, if it were to slow down, they would all be ground into bits.\n\n Well, maybe not - Totts was by far the lowest one down, and he would probably chog it up. It was a little bit of a relief, at least.\n\n\t“AAAAAUGH!” he said, as that thing inside his ass inflated, filling it fuller.\n\n\t“YIIIIIE!” shouted the smaller bodied Rhuind, kicking his slender legs out ineffectively.\n\n The chubby Moka, having entered last - and being caught up, last - was holding onto his gigantic hammer, even as more of the metallic tentacles pulled it surely and slowly from his grip.\n\n Dahli’s body was already naked, the runed that covered his chest, apparently extending down the rest of his body as well. His thighs had the same dark spiralling links, converging to his groin. They licked at his nuts, inverted flames of brown ink on his green skin, and still others trailed on a smooth curling dip down his foreskin. It was what you would call a completely average set, not that, not that Gezur was any kind of a judge on that. He seemed to be the most relaxed of all of the orcs, staying in the air, being abused, intruded into.\n\n “Mmphhhlllghghghl!” Gezur tried to shout, the thick glue in his mouth blocking everything he said. He tried to point, but couldn’t. He wanted everyone to see, though! See that Dahli was letting himself be raped, like he liked it, like he was used to it! Everyone else seemed to be totally involved in their own raping. He realized with horror that he, himself, was hard. Not that it was unexpected, orcs got hard all the time, over anything, and to be honest the slick, shifting, pumping inside his virgin muscle butt was , well, it felt good!\n\n He glanced up at the other orcs, the lighter ones. Winnar had been stripped of his feathers, his lanky body spread-eagled, arms and legs twitching. His penis was slender, taping against his belly, smooth and shaped like an arrow with a fat head. Gezur smirked to himself, Winnar’s clan had either bred foreskins out of their pool or must be clipping the males at birth, there was no sign of looseness on that fully erect shaft. He thought for a second that the troll-back had a tail, for something green flapped behind him, something that looked sort of like an otter’s tail and OH MY GOD THOSE ARE HIS BALLS.\n\n Winnar may not have been as huge, or as manly as his own tribe’s orcs, but damn he had a set of nuts on them. They were fat, juicy things, swinging and clacking against each other in the wind. If Winnar minded the abuse, the grinning orc didn’t show it, just bucking his hips against that thing in his ass.\n\n Rhuind was... no. That. That wasn’t fair. Rhuind had a donkey’s crotch. He had seen the little orc with his skimpy little otter fur skirt on, and there was no way it had, that it could have fit. He watched the tentacles descend on the orc’s fat bat of a cock, holding it around it’s broad bell of a cap, skinning back the foreskin. He saw a glimpse of metal at the tip, before it was twisted and yanked free. The little orc twisted, gurgling around the huge thing in his mouth, and as Gezur watched, spurted thick ribbons of cum right down at him!!\n\n Fortunately for Gezur, he did not suffer the indignity of having the little, inferior orc’s jizm splattered all over his face, because the wind sucked it right up and away from the orc. It was whisked away, and after a minute or so of the orc twitching and spasming, he was released, too!\n\n\t“Aaaaaugh!” he shouted, sailing up and away from the others.\n\n He glanced down, to see Moka and Totts. Moka had lost his axe, adn was now being spit roasted, the metal tubes sliding down his throat enough to make it bulge, and another pushing back in, seeming to push the one in his throat back out. For a second, Gezur thought that Moka had been penetrated all the way through. The chubby orc shot his fat load, his fat balls and fat dick giving up their manly sputum to be sucked away. The short, meaty orc’s equipment matched his stature, with not much more than a palm’s length of shaft, but so thick around that the hand that grasped it wouldn’t get to hold all of it. The orc was released as well, and shot up through the tentacles that snared the others, disappearing through he ceiling like Rhuind did.\n\n Winnar and Gezur’s eyes met, the troll glancing up, then back, then winking. He let out a growl, his muscular chest flexing, the thick black fur ruffling like the fields of grass he grew up around, and those massive nuts flapping between his legs tightened up. Splat! Splat! Spllllt! Gezur could -hear- the orc spitting his load out, even in the roar of the win in his ears! The sexy orc flew up and away, leaving the last three orcs to duke it out for the next one to spurt.\n\n Gezur knew he had to, had to get out of this barbaric prison that was defiling his purity, if only to be able to hunt the relics. He closed his eyes, trying to emulate Dahli, who was rocking, bucking his hips, as if humping an invisible ass. Faggot. He looked down at Totts, who was flailing his arms like a big baby, and he would have laughed, if he wasn’t being raped.\n\n Totts had a tiny tiny tiny little penis. It was smaller than the big orc’s little finger, like it had never gotten bigger than it was when he was born. Which was ridiculous, because, just like Rhuind had had an unnoticeable bulge (orcs notice these things), Totts crotch had bulged out immensely with a package as far and big as his own head. This, though, was -ridiculous-. The big orc was crying, his cheeks wet, and Gezur felt a blotch of the salty water brush against his calf as it flew upwards.\n\n Oh no. He was right above Totts. He was right above where the big orc was going to spurt! He was going to get covered in TOTTS SPERM!\n\n For some reason, Gezur came, as he thought about that, the orc feeling his own proud erection throb and pulse and splatter out his seed. He watched it spiral upwards, his essence raped and purged from him, and then felt the splash of something on his back. It made him clench again, feeling that hot slimy sperm splash against his calf, dripping up between him. It was just so WRONG!\n\n He realized Dahli was gone, already - the fag had already shot his load, probably trying to HOLD BACK so he could enjoy it for longer! He made a point to make sure Dahli got killed off first! Soem mechanical accident, or something.\n\n\tFuming, embarrassed, and despoilt, the Relic orc flew up through the air, with the big green Totts just behind him.\n\n He hit the ceiling, which was sloping, smooth, jarring but not painful, and slid along it as the loud BONG of Totts body slammed it into, just behind him. He slid along the floor, upwards, no downwards, the win gradually ceasing in it’s buffering, and he found himself dropping down, onto a floor covered in some sort of white, fluffy, silly things. He stood up, brushing himself up, and then got knocked face first into them as Totts rolled into the peanuts behind him. He stood up. Again. And brushed himself off, again. The little silly things were white, light pink, and light blue, hard and squishy like dried crunchy tree leaves, or baby pine cones.\n\n The other orcs were all there, too, naked as he was, all of them brushing themselves off and complaining about their treatment.\n\n\t“This is bad, wrong, VERY wrong!” shouted Moka, “We should have NEVER CUM!”\n\n\t“Well, you were one of the first ones to cum!” retorted Dahli, who was milking the last of the jizz from his tattoo’d dick.\n\n Moka seethed, slamming a fist into the wall. “Now we trapped! We die here!” he pointed a finger angrily at Rhuind. “You! We eat you first, you are weakest!”\n\n\t“Calm down. We no eat. We get out. We work -together-!” said the little orc. “We just find way out first!”\n\n -WELCOME TO THE WAHLMAHT WAREHOUSE- said the clipped, Old World accented robotic voice. -YOU HAVE PASSED THE PRIMARY CONTRABAND AND CONTAGION SCAN. IN JUST A MOMENT, YOU WILL BE FREE TO ACCESS THE REST OF THE WAREHOUSE.-\n\n\tThere was a pause.\n\n -BOO BLOFF BLEEP. ERROR. ERROR. PRIMARY SOURCES INDICATE LEVEL FOUR CONTAGION. TRACE OF CONTAGION MUST BE ERADICATED BEFORE OTHER ENTRANTS CAN ENTER-\n\n\t\n\n Eradicated! Contraband! Contagion! Those were all extremely confusing words. The orcs looked back and forth to each other, before a wall opened up and an extremely menacing looking contraption came out into the open.\n\n\tIt looks like one of the orcs is about to have a VERY bad day! WHO WILL IT BE?\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Six Big Orc Men, pt. 1

Written by Charn for Zyxxs, the 1st of 6 parts.

On the day that the invitations went out, nobody could have told that there was evil brewing. Sure, there were problems with the world. There was a tribe of yellow skinned orcs that had disappeared from the other mountain over. The red skinned orcs were all at war with each other, but what was new about THAT? And the blue skins... we won’t call them ‘orcs’, but the blue skins were investigating some new sickness that was killing off their womenfolk. There was always stuff like that happening, though.

    For the green skinned orcs of Zyxxitopia, things were going just peachy. There were six noticeable tribes, if you were, six distinct clans that each ruled their area. Were they friendly with each other? Not particularly. Each one believed it’s clan was the best (and it was!) and each one believed the other clans were flawed. The Mootan clans in the south were the most purely barbaric form of orcs. Reason? Rhyme? Properly cooked foods? That was for ELVES AND PUSSIES. They smash first, grunt later. They -never- asked. Let’s check in on them now, and find one for example!

    The main ‘base’ (if you could call it that) was a haphazard conjoining of skins and broken logs. Most of hte skins were torn, stained, and rotting. The smell of beer and piss was everywhere. The orcs that lived there were huge, the biggest, strongest, most muscliest of any green-skin you could find. Like this fellow!

    Totts was carrying a dead elk over one shoulder, and a dead beer keg over the other shoulder. Totts usually disappeared for days at a time, before returning, usually with things on his shoulders. Nobody asked him where he got them from (usually because they didn’t care), but also because the one time that the village stomp-er DID ask, he wound up with an axe in his belly and got spit roasted for dinner that very night. Yeah, nobody really messed with Totts. Not more than once, anyways.

    Today, though, something funny happened. Shortly after Totts got back to camp, and kicked some weaker, useless orcling in the face, he got a funny feeling in his belly. Not like the feeling he got when he ate those monkey brains, or the one he got when he ate the weird purple mushrooms, this was like a tugging. As he ate elk and chewed on keg-wood, the feeling got stronger, and stronger.

 He burped, but it stayed.

He rubbed his belly, but it stayed.

\tHe popped wood. That stayed, too.

    Eventually he stood up. He looked towards the north. Was there something up there? When he faced north, he felt the tugging get stronger, and try as he might, he couldn’t ... convince his legs to turn around, to turn away. Well that was odd, but Totts didn’t think much about it, because Totts doesn’t think much. At all. So he started walking. THAT was easy enough, and the more he walked, the more that feeling spread. Through his legs, his arms, his chest, his head, until he found himself crashing through bushed and branches and briers. Did he care when a bramble-spike bush raked against his arm? No. Did he care when a sapling he stepped on slipped free, swinging up and swatting him in the nuts? Okay, yes, that hurt like a fucker and the orc had to rub his huge aching goolies for a few seconds, but THEN he was stomping through the woods again. He was going to find out what  was going on!

    There were orcs feeling similar effects all over the area. The nearby town of Gushgus was the exact opposite of the Mootons. The orcs there were shorter, for example, MUCH shorter than you’d expect a raging orc to be! Maybe it was due to the lush and verdant rivers, and all the swimming? or the fresh fish, otters, seaweed... boots that they ate, but they were lithe, streamline orcs. Rhuined had just climbed out of the river, with mud clinging to his legs and with the blood of a mermaid still pooling in the drifting currents behind him.

    “Dumb bitch,” he muttered, wiping his blade off on the carcass of a water rabbit he had fished out earlier. He picked it and the five others up, and started wandering back towards the camp. He knew the way back so well, by now, that he didn’t even pay attention to the water as it got further and further away, or to the familiar land marks that began to be fewer and fewer. he was so focused on that fight he had just had with the fish-man that he didn’t even realize what had happened to his homeland until it was gone! He had taken the wrong way ! And yet, it FELT like the right way! He kept walking, now curious, crunching on the water-rabbit’s head like a juicy apple as he followed the summoning.

    Over in Haymarsh, a hunting party was dragging it’s freshly slaughtered mastodon back home. Haymarshians were a bit ganglier than orcs - in fact, some orcs called them Troll-backs, because they looked so similar to the trolls in the south east. Their custom of wearing feathers, and having thick manes of hair  made them look even more alien to most of the other trolls, who were either mostly hairless, or trimmed it back to show off their glorious green skin. The leader of this particular hunting party, Winnar, was no different than Rhuined or Totts. He peered to the north east, to the Center, wiping sweat from his brow with one burly, black fuzzed arm. He had worn nothing but a completely indecent fundoshi on the hunt, and his generous equipment bulged out on either side. It seemed more like a splash guard for the mastodon’s blood than anything else.

    “Guys! Be back later!” he said, and leaving his spear behind, he started climbing through the tall grass, towards the calling beacon.

    And so it went. One from each of the six tribes of of Zyxxitopia were called, summoned, drawn by inexorable forces towards the center. The center was a decrepit, abandoned city, fabled to once have been of great sky creatures that had been soft and mushy and tasty. There was not much left of it left, everything that could have been looted, and what couldn’t be looted had heavy defense systems that still worked, all these years later. They each picked their way through the abandoned area, occasionally scaring some stray animal away, or catching and eating one that wasn’t smart enough to be afraid.

    One by one they came to the area that they knew they had to be. Totts was the last to arive, and the big green brute scowled at the other six figures. He brought his his fists, ready to start swinging, and in turn those with weapons raised theirs.

    -CALM... Down...- said a voice, then. A voice they couldn’t hear, but they could -hear-, inside their heads. They looked back and forth in astonishment with each other, before finally, one by one, settling their gaze on the seventh figure.

    It was a black, wrinkled looking robe, presumably wrapped around someone inside it, and it smelled of things orcs weren’t meant to smell. They turned their weapons towards it, and angrily demanded to know what he was, why he was there, why they had brought them.

\t“SMASH HIM!” said Totts!

    “No.” The figure replied. “You will go. In. There!” A bit of the robe lifted, towards one of the only buildings remaining. “And get me The Box.”

    Totts growled at the figure’s fancy language, but a short, chubby,  walking stick wearing orc with thick puffy brown hair and beard raised up a hand to stop him. “Wait, Motton!”

\t“MOOTON!” screamed Totts!

    -SILENCE!- shouted the voice in his head, and Totts found his arms and legs go limp, falling down to the ground in angry impotence. He couldn’t move! It had tricked him!

    “I can not enter that building. I am... banned from the premises. But you can. You will go in. You will find me a box. The box looks like this.” The figure gestured, and a box appeared in the air over it’s head. It was brown, looking like to be wooden, and inscribed with black ribbons that curled and traced along every side, connecting and joining and a myriad of confusing knots.

    “Where in the building is it?” asked the short, barrel chested chubby orc. His grammar was impeccable, for an orc, and was obviously one of the Boggins from the north. The orcs there had somehow found a way to learn magic, and were using rudimentary spells and cantrips to, what else? Catch food and trick each other, sometimes with the same results.

    “It is hidden deep inside. Only those with orc blood can find it. See it.” The voice that came from behind the robes was halting, as if the figure was having great difficulty in expressing itself. “So only you can do it. I brought one from each clan, for... SNRK.... I wasn’t sure which clan was... “ it coughed, the voice going raspy and almost seeming to twitter a bit. “... wasn’t sure which clan was... was GREATEST!”

    The orcs all stared at the figure, which stood there, shoulders shaking, one robed hand over it’s mouth. Was it crying? It looked like it was crying. Weakling!

\t“Sounds dumb,” said the short, chubby dwarf. “I am Moka, from the Boggins clan, and we are the greatest orcs ever. EVER.”

    “Hmmm,” said a so far quiet orc, with strange, black and brown markings stained and carved into his body, all over. One of those from the Stiks, a tribe of orcs that had actually sworn off fighting for fighting’s sake, and was (supposedly) doing group meditations. Also known as the laughingstock of all the orc clans. “It seems you are trying to pit us against each other,”

    “And?” said the last orc, a proud, muscular, lesser haired, bald topped orc with no markings or deformities. It was one of the Reliks, a clan of orcs that, supposedly, existed before any of the others, the ‘template’ of orcs that had been formed from the mud itself. Considered by the others to be elitist assholes, but also worthy of their envy. “You say that, Stik-butt, because you know your clan is weak and without purpose.”

\t“We don’t need fight!” piped up Rhuined from the Gushgus clan. “We could do it together!”

    They all stared at him, before the Relikian orc, laughing, pushed him over into the mud. “No need to do that. I will do it, and win, and you can all go home and tell your clan that you are FAILURES!”

    The Stiksian orc got right into the Relikian orc’s face. “POCKEY! I, Dahli, will show ALL of you what it takes to win! Brutes!” And stormed off towards the ancient, abandoned building.

    “Hey!” said Rhuined, climbing back to his feet and drawing his knife. “You think just cuz you big, you boss me around?” He spit on the Relikian orc, and gave chase after Dahli, not about to let him have the honor of going in first.

    Moka of the Boggins was still skeptical. “But these buildings, dangerous? Hmm, being better than other clans? Eh, Eh, not big deal, I know better already. Why else should I do it?”

    “The building is full of ancient treasures, treasures that you are welcome to take home with you. Also, whoever brings me the box, will be granted any wish they could imagine, any at all, they will receive.” The robe leaned forward. “Anything.”

    That got the Trollback, Winnah’s attention. “Whoa, man, anything? Yeah, I’m in!” He grinned to Moka, giving him a fake salute, then trotted down towards the building.

\tThat left the short, chubby orc, the proud asshole orc, and Totts, who was drooling down the side of his cheek.

    Moka glared at the robes some more, then at Totts, then at the other three orcs, down at the entrance to the building. They were playing with the ancient sealed door, trying to open it. “I guess... There are traps. I am smart, though, the others will set off the traps, and at the end, I will be able to just take the prize. Yes.” He looked to Totts, smirked, then to the Relikian. “Smarter than -you-.” He shouldered his weapon, a gigantic hammer that looked to weigh as much as he did, and waddled down towards the doorway with the others. he waited a good thirty feet away, as the others fiddled with the handle, trying to open it. If there was a trap there, it would get them, and he would walk inside! That is why Moka made the big fish, he knew how to stay ahead.

\tTotts watched as the robe dismissed something, and he jumped to his feet in rage. “KILL YOU!”

    “Not so fast.” The robe gestured, again, and suddenly there were orcs, BIG orcs, just like Totts, all around. They were sitting around the elk’s carcass, ripping raw chunks off and eating it.

\tAs he watched, they talked to each other, and he could hear them.

\t\t\t‘You think Totts win?’

\t\t\t\t‘No, he too DUMB, ha ha. Totts just big BABY, he lose!’

\t\t\t‘Yah, yay, Totts fail, Totts fail ALL THE TIME!’

    He was speechless. He reared back, and slammed his fist down into one of the orcs who was badmouthing him, and the two of them just disappeared, melting back into the ground.

    “Totts show them! TOTTS SHOW THEM!!!” It was funny hearing such a huge orc’s voice get so high and squeaky in rage. He stumbled down to the building, and the other orcs barely got out of the way before he slammed, head first, through the great,stone door, crumpling and breaking through it and into the building below.

    That left the Relikian and the robe. They watched, for a while, before the robe turned to Relik. “Make sure none of them make it out alive, and that you bring me the box. Don’t.... Open it, Gezur. In the wrong hands, that box yields un-imaginable power.”

    Gezur turned to the robe, grinning. “Oh, me be very careful.” He leapt forward, grasping the head of the robe in both hands, and savagely twisting it! Just like that, the robe became loose, empty, just cloth in the orc’s hand. He grumbled, dropping it, kicking the garment into the air, which caught it, filling it as it would fill a sail, and carrying it away. He turned back to the orcs, and smirking, started down to follow them.

\t-\t-\t-\t-\t-\t-\t-\t-\t-\t-\t-

“INCOMING!” yelled Winnar, jumping just out of the way as the thumping feet of the one-orc-stampede known as Totts came rushing in.

\t“Yeep!” yelled Rhuind, catapulting himself in the opposite direction.

    “RAWGH!” yelled Totts, as his head crashed through the solid stone door. His shoulders crashed through it, too, as did his massive pectorals. The door gave up after that, blowing inwards off of it’s hinges, and the orcs clambered in afterwards, none of them willing to let the other get to the prize before them. Except Moka and Gezur, of course. They eyed each other up, walking in behind them. At the doorway, Moka gestured in.

\t“After you,” he said.

\t“No, after you,” said Gezur. “I would not want you behind me.”

\t“No, you first, said Moka, casually flicking the gigantic hammer from one shoulder to the other.

\tGezur stared at that hammer, and opened his mouth, then shrugged. “Fine.” He stepped in side -

\tand started falling!

    It was a trap! He fell into the darkness, hearing howling and wailing beneath him, and he cursed the man that had brought them all here, how could he have been so fool-”EEEEEK!”

\tSomething was IN HIS ASS!

    He twisted, realizing all of a sudden that he wasn’t falling at all, but was being blown upwards by a great wind. And something in the darkness grabbed him!

By the legs!

By the arms!

AND BY THE ASSHOLE!

    He heard other muffled grunts around him, and opened his mouth to shout out to them. Something jammed into it, though. He thought at first it was a cock, because it was shaped like a cock, rubbery, thick, even salty like one (NOT THAT HE WOULD KNOW), but when he bit into it, it was not nearly as tough as one. It ruptured in his mouth, and a salty, coppery, gluey

liquid splattered against his tongue. It made him choke, even as he felt himself being intruded, violated by the thick spike lodged in his rectum.

\t“Sixth target. Aquired.” came a soothing, robotic, monotone voice, with a slight Old Earth accent.

    Lights came on, flooding the room. Well, it wasn’t actually a room, it was more like, what, an air vent? All six of the orcs hung suspended in it, with writhing, silvery, wet, metal-like tentacles gripping and holding parts of them afloat. They were being abused, molested, ALL of them, their clothes stripped to be dropped into the gushing air that still rolled up from beneath. Gezur glanced down, seeing a tremendously large fan, dimly shown below, spinning at such terrible speeds. Surely, if it were to slow down, they would all be ground into bits.

    Well, maybe not - Totts was by far the lowest one down, and he would probably chog it up. It was a little bit of a relief, at least.

\t“AAAAAUGH!” he said, as that thing inside his ass inflated, filling it fuller.

\t“YIIIIIE!” shouted the smaller bodied Rhuind, kicking his slender legs out ineffectively.

    The chubby Moka, having entered last - and being caught up, last - was holding onto his gigantic hammer, even as more of the metallic tentacles pulled it surely and slowly from his grip.

    Dahli’s body was already naked, the runed that covered his chest, apparently extending down the rest of his body as well. His thighs had the same dark spiralling links, converging to his groin. They licked at his nuts, inverted flames of brown ink on his green skin, and still others trailed on a smooth curling dip down his foreskin. It was what you would call a completely average set, not that, not that Gezur was any kind of a judge on that. He seemed to be the most relaxed of all of the orcs, staying in the air, being abused, intruded into.

    “Mmphhhlllghghghl!” Gezur tried to shout, the thick glue in his mouth blocking everything he said. He tried to point, but couldn’t. He wanted everyone to see, though! See that Dahli was letting himself be raped, like he liked it, like he was used to it! Everyone else seemed to be totally involved in their own raping. He realized with horror that he, himself, was hard. Not that it was unexpected, orcs got hard all the time, over anything, and to be honest the slick, shifting, pumping inside his virgin muscle butt was , well, it felt good!

    He glanced up at the other orcs, the lighter ones. Winnar had been stripped of his feathers, his lanky body spread-eagled, arms and legs twitching. His penis was slender, taping against his belly, smooth and shaped like an arrow with a fat head. Gezur smirked to himself, Winnar’s clan had either bred foreskins out of their pool or must be clipping the males at birth, there was no sign of looseness on that fully erect shaft. He thought for a second that the troll-back had a tail, for something green flapped behind him, something that looked sort of like an otter’s tail and OH MY GOD THOSE ARE HIS BALLS.

    Winnar may not have been as huge, or as manly as his own tribe’s orcs, but damn he had a set of nuts on them. They were fat, juicy things, swinging and clacking against each other in the wind. If Winnar minded the abuse, the grinning orc didn’t show it, just bucking his hips against that thing in his ass.

    Rhuind was... no. That. That wasn’t fair. Rhuind had a donkey’s crotch. He had seen the little orc with his skimpy little otter fur skirt on, and there was no way it had, that it could have fit. He watched the tentacles descend on the orc’s fat bat of a cock, holding it around it’s broad bell of a cap, skinning back the foreskin. He saw a glimpse of metal at the tip, before it was twisted and yanked free. The little orc twisted, gurgling around the huge thing in his mouth, and as Gezur watched, spurted thick ribbons of cum right down at him!!

    Fortunately for Gezur, he did not suffer the indignity of having the little, inferior orc’s jizm splattered all over his face, because the wind sucked it right up and away from the orc. It was whisked away, and after a minute or so of the orc twitching and spasming, he was released, too!

\t“Aaaaaugh!” he shouted, sailing up and away from the others.

    He glanced down, to see Moka and Totts. Moka had lost his axe, adn was now being spit roasted, the metal tubes sliding down his throat enough to make it bulge, and another pushing back in, seeming to push the one in his throat back out. For a second, Gezur thought that Moka had been penetrated all the way through. The chubby orc shot his fat load, his fat balls and fat dick giving up their manly sputum to be sucked away. The short, meaty orc’s equipment matched his stature, with not much more than a palm’s length of shaft, but so thick around that the hand that grasped it wouldn’t get to hold all of it. The orc was released as well, and shot up through the tentacles that snared the others, disappearing through he ceiling like Rhuind did.

    Winnar and Gezur’s eyes met, the troll glancing up, then back, then winking. He let out a growl, his muscular chest flexing, the thick black fur ruffling like the fields of grass he grew up around, and those massive nuts flapping between his legs tightened up. Splat! Splat! Spllllt! Gezur could -hear- the orc spitting his load out, even in the roar of the win in his ears! The sexy orc flew up and away, leaving the last three orcs to duke it out for the next one to spurt.

    Gezur knew he had to, had to get out of this barbaric prison that was defiling his purity, if only to be able to hunt the relics. He closed his eyes, trying to emulate Dahli, who was rocking, bucking his hips, as if humping an invisible ass. Faggot. He looked down at Totts, who was flailing his arms like a big baby, and he would have laughed, if he wasn’t being raped.

    Totts had a tiny tiny tiny little penis. It was smaller than the big orc’s little finger, like it had never gotten bigger than it was when he was born. Which was ridiculous, because, just like Rhuind had had an unnoticeable bulge (orcs notice these things), Totts crotch had bulged out immensely with a package as far and big as his own head. This, though, was -ridiculous-. The big orc was crying, his cheeks wet, and Gezur felt a blotch of the salty water brush against his calf as it flew upwards.

    Oh no. He was right above Totts. He was right above where the big orc was going to spurt! He was going to get covered in TOTTS SPERM!

    For some reason, Gezur came, as he thought about that, the orc feeling his own proud erection throb and pulse and splatter out his seed. He watched it spiral upwards, his essence raped and purged from him, and then felt the splash of something on his back. It made him clench again, feeling that hot slimy sperm splash against his calf, dripping up between him. It was just so WRONG!

    He realized Dahli was gone, already - the fag had already shot his load, probably trying to HOLD BACK so he could enjoy it for longer! He made a point to make sure Dahli got killed off first! Soem mechanical accident, or something.

\tFuming, embarrassed, and despoilt, the Relic orc flew up through the air, with the big green Totts just behind him.

    He hit the ceiling, which was sloping, smooth, jarring but not painful, and slid along it as the loud BONG of Totts body slammed it into, just behind him. He slid along the floor, upwards, no downwards, the win gradually ceasing in it’s buffering, and he found himself dropping down, onto a floor covered in some sort of white, fluffy, silly things. He stood up, brushing himself up, and then got knocked face first into them as Totts rolled into the peanuts behind him. He stood up. Again. And brushed himself off, again. The little silly things were white, light pink, and light blue, hard and squishy like dried crunchy tree leaves, or baby pine cones.

    The other orcs were all there, too, naked as he was, all of them brushing themselves off and complaining about their treatment.

\t“This is bad, wrong, VERY wrong!” shouted Moka, “We should have NEVER CUM!”

\t“Well, you were one of the first ones to cum!” retorted Dahli, who was milking the last of the jizz from his tattoo’d dick.

    Moka seethed, slamming a fist into the wall. “Now we trapped! We die here!” he pointed a finger angrily at Rhuind. “You! We eat you first, you are weakest!”

\t“Calm down. We no eat. We get out. We work -together-!” said the little orc. “We just find way out first!”

    -WELCOME TO THE WAHLMAHT WAREHOUSE- said the clipped, Old World accented robotic voice. -YOU HAVE PASSED THE PRIMARY CONTRABAND AND CONTAGION SCAN. IN JUST A MOMENT, YOU WILL BE FREE TO ACCESS THE REST OF THE WAREHOUSE.-

\tThere was a pause.

    -BOO BLOFF BLEEP. ERROR. ERROR. PRIMARY SOURCES INDICATE LEVEL FOUR CONTAGION. TRACE OF CONTAGION MUST BE ERADICATED BEFORE OTHER ENTRANTS CAN ENTER-

\t

    Eradicated! Contraband! Contagion! Those were all extremely confusing words. The orcs looked back and forth to each other, before a wall opened up and an extremely menacing looking contraption came out into the open.

\tIt looks like one of the orcs is about to have a VERY bad day! WHO WILL IT BE?

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