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So, this is October's horror story.

Point in fact, this is the story about a young futa who rewards an Orc girl who saves her...in, perhaps, not the most normal way.

I will be putting up November's poll soon, and you can see it when it happens in: https://subscribestar.adult/lookingforthis", "writing": "Green Tarnishes Beautifully 1\n\n\nPamilla was white, blond and blue.\n\n\nRaksha was green, black and red.\n\n\nThe white of Pamilla’s pasty skin damaged easily under the summer sun, but the green of Raksha’s stood unmoved. Untarnished.\n\n\nIt mirrored them.\n\n\nPamilla’s yellow hair curled up on the ground, the whispers of an agonising future getting the dirt off them a faraway voice in the back of her mind.\n\n\nThe smooth and straight black hair blowing in a hot wind was Raksha’s, burning a picture in the front of Pamilla’s mind.\n\n\nBlue eyes stared up with amazement at red.\n\n\nRed eyes looked down and locked with blue.\n\n\nDarker green lips moved and said something.\n\n\nBut it was hard to listen.\n\n\nNot because they weren’t important, but because they distracted from what truly mattered.\n\n\nBecause if she paid attention to them, Pamilla might miss the beauty in front of her.\n\n\nRaksha was unambiguously an Orc. At 8 feet in height, she towered over everyone at school. Pamilla herself barely reached the bottom of her tits with her eyes. And that was when she stood straight.\n\n\nBut she was not standing straight. Pamilla was lying on the ground, looking up at Raksha.\n\n\nSeeing every single perfect inch of her.\n\n\nAnd the orc was perfect.\n\n\nHer red pupils were framed by white sclera and big, round eyes. Her nose was a symmetrical wedge underneath which large dark green lips pressed angrily. Cute white tusks protruded from the bottom of said lips. Despite her bulk, her face was beautifully feminine.\n\n\nBut then, even her bulk was feminine.\n\n\nRaksha was naturally muscled in a way that, unbelievably, simply seemed to emphasize her female assets. Her arms and shoulders bulged with muscles that her long-sleeved school shirt tried to hide, yes. But they pushed out a chest burgeoned with orbs that were so large that gravity almost bent around them. Not even the school vest on top of her shirt could fully hide them.\n\n\nHer skirt spread over hips so wide that the orc simply HAD to turn sideways when entering rooms. Said skirt was very loose in what was, Pamilla supposed, an attempt to desexualize an ass so thick that each cheek, alone, was bigger than Pamilla’s head.\n\n\nIt quite obviously failed.\n\n\nEven her thighs, which were so well covered, still showed up when she took great strides. They looked as if they were almost sculpted from green jade. \n\n\nYet, from Pamilla’s special vantage, she could see one single contrast to the conservative picture. Pamilla could see that Raksha had a racy red thong.\n\n\nIt was as if this gorgeous green girl also had a side of her that she wanted to hide. That she had successfully hid.\n\n\nNot like-\n\n\n“Aren’t you ashamed of yourselves?” Raksha glared at those around them.\n\n\n-Pamilla had failed to. Though her skirt was long, though no bulge showed, it was nearly impossible to hide what laid between her legs in the girl’s changing room.\n\n\nEven if she had succeeded for most of her life, it was only a matter of time til she failed. A futa dick was very conspicuous.\n\n\n“Mind your own business, you manly bitch,” a girl that Pamilla had long known and given up even trying to understand said.\n\n\n“You'd better speak more respectfully to me, you ugly bitch,” the orc warned.\n\n\n“Or you’ll what?” Pamilla’s tormentor asked, walking up to the Orc and offering her chin in defiance.\n\n\nShe wasn’t the only girl who agreed that Pamilla should be on the ground, but she was the only one brave enough to stand up to the looming green girl.\n\n\nShe fully expected to intimidate Raksha just like she had done to Pamilla for the last 3 years. And why wouldn’t she? She was smaller than Pamilla was and that had never stopped her. So long as she didn’t get too physical with her, all of her bullies could get away with whatever they wanted!.\n\n\nAt this moment and time, being as big as she was did nothing for the orc gal.\n\n\nOr, at least, that’s what Pamilla thought.\n\n\nUntil Raksha’s palm went flying around.\n\n\nAnd connected with the bully’s face.\n\n\nThe sound of skin striking skin almost made everyone in the recess area pause as they stared at a human girl fall into the dirt, consciousness already having fled her.\n\n\nThe color drained from the faces of Pamilla’s other bullies.\n\n\nA bloody tooth landed on Pamilla’s lap!\n\n\nAnd a couple of teachers walked furiously towards them, shock and anger already exploding on their faces.\n\n\n“I cannot stand those who bully others,” Raksha said as her red eyes stared down at Pamilla again.\n\n\nPamilla made to move her mouth, but she found no words coming out.\n\n\n“Don’t worry,” the orc said as teachers escorted her inside the school, “I’ll be fine.”\n\n\n“And so will you.”\n\n\nAnd, indeed, in the wake of that, Pamilla’s bullies did not have any more appetite to continue things with her.\n\n\nBut Pamilla, who had yet to even rise from where she was lying on the ground, looked at where the big girl had been taken. A longing had awakened inside of her.\n\n\nAll of a sudden, she wanted to know all there was to know about orcs.\n\n\nAll of a sudden, she wanted to know all there was to know about Raksha and why the inhuman girl had transferred to Pamilla’s school.\n\n\nAll of a sudden, she wanted to know if she even had a chance with her.\n\n\nAll of a sudden, the start of a crush jumped all the way to obsession and Pamilla realized that it wasn’t that she wanted to know.\n\n\nIt was that she NEEDED to know!\n\n\nAnd that was when she noticed it.\n\n\nThere, on top of the grass, In the jostle of being taken away to be disciplined, the green girl had dropped a little something.\n\n\nIt was small, a bit bigger than Pamilla’s hand was.\n\n\nIt was pink, with cute animal stickers strewn through it.\n\n\nIt was a book, with its owner’s name, Raksha Firebrand, penned meticulously with feminine script above it.\n\n\nAnd that’s when Pamilla realized it was a journal.\n\n\nWith no one looking at her, the blond snatched the journal up and absconded to gorge herself on the object of her obsession’s deepest secrets.\n\n\nAnd what she found in it forever changed her.\n\n\n________________\n\n\n\n\nIt took one week for Pamilla to feel ready.\n\n\nIt took her one week to completely change.\n\n\nHer parents asked her what she was spending all of her allowance on at Hot Topic, but she did not have time to get to know all the dark holes that sold the look. \n\n\nAt 5 feet 7 inches, she was much too small to really be threatening. So, by donning black heels that raised her two inches, she got closer to her idol-no.\n\n\nTo her target.\n\n\nThat’s how she had to think of her now.\n\n\nBut, even so, two inches was next to nothing, so she got the stripes to make her look a bit more aggressive:\n\n\nPamilla was never really one for mascara, but she needed her clear blue eyes to be dark. A good amount of eyeshadow almost made her look like an ancient Egyptian, but it also allowed her to make her eyes seem longer.\n\n\nSharper.\n\n\nThere was nothing she could do about her small nose, but she could paint her lips black with dark lipstick. She considered dying her hair black, too, to complete the theme, but in the she end decided that some contrast would help the dark themes jump out.\n\n\nAnd that was good.\n\n\nBut it wasn’t good enough.\n\n\nThe next thing she changed was her clothes.\n\n\nPreviously, she used long-sleeved shirts and skirts that went down to the soles of her feet if she could help it. They were poorly-fitting things, chosen because they were loose around her and, thus, allowed her to hide her body.\n\n\nAs she did not care about that anymore, she went in the opposite direction.\n\n\nHer bare belly, flat and featureless save for her belly button, stood out proudly and naked to the air. The “shirt” was a modified school shirt that she had cropped up until it only covered her Double F tits. Pamilla was chesty and she was not afraid of showing it off anymore. Point in fact, she forewent the school vest too, and even its tie.\n\n\nBut because that wasn’t enough, she wore nothing underneath what was now a glorified breast wrap, allowing her nipples to make outlines in it. And, yes, this was technically within school regulations.\n\n\nBarely, but within.\n\n\nDown below, she could not get away with wearing a microskirt, but a miniskirt, a black one with the school patterns in purple, was also within allowable parameters of self-expression. Ones she had never dared to take advantage of, but were now roads she walked on.\n\n\nHer hips and ass had always been a bit hard to hide, being much wider than her dainty shoulders and pillowy enough that she never had any problems sitting on concrete. The bottom half of her ass, now, was constantly revealed as her miniskirt stretched to cover it. \n\n\nBut that was still not enough, so Pamilla wore a black thong as well.\n\n\nOne whose straps went above her waistline, above her skirt, and visibly hung into the parts of her stomach where her thighs ended.\n\n\nAnd, still, it was not enough.\n\n\nHer calves and thighs were ok. Pamilla had never been an athlete, so they didn’t bulge beautifully like a cheerleader’s would, but they swelled enough that it was worth it to get fishnet thigh highs. That is to say, a “sock” that was actually a series of miniature nets that went up to where her skirt ended. And, so doing, outlined every single bit of flesh that she had.\n\n\nAnd because that looked good, she also got a fishnet “shirt” to put underneath her torso, giving her a more pronounced outline. \n\n\nBecause it would not serve her purposes if she were not noticeable.\n\n\nShe painted her nails black and purple, on top of all of that. Adding cute little skulls here and there, she kept up with the theme and made her hands gothic.\n\n\nThat left only one thing left. One last thing to complete the look.\n\n\nA choker, a leather one, made of black cow skin, and sporting a cute little bat that went around her neck.\n\n\nHer blonde hair, which she previously let grow as it would, she cut short. She cut it down until it hung barely below her ear line. And then she left it like a curtain around her, almost covering her eyes. \n\n\nAll bangs, no braids.\n\n\nFor a hot minute, she even considered sanding down her teeth into fangs. Or, well, at least wearing prosthetics for the same effect.\n\n\nBut in a world of phonies, she had to do her best to be genuine.\n\n\nBecause there was a purpose to all of this.\n\n\nPamilla did not decide to turn into a goth on a whim.\n\n\nShe looked in a mirror and almost did not recognize herself.\n\n\nShe went with the goth option because it was confident. Because it was rebellious. Because it would help fulfill what she knew her Orc savior required.\n\n\nBecause the path ahead needed her to go all the way.\n\n\n“Hey, hot stuff,” the words, so unlike Pamilla, came out of her mouth just one week after she was saved.\n\n\nRaksha, who had endured a single day of detention after her “violent” display, peered down at her with utter confusion.\n\n\nUntil, with a stroke of realization, it finally occurred to her who it was, “The bullied white human girl-that was you, wasn’t it? You’ve been missing for a week.”\n\n\nPamilla twitched at the moniker that the pretty orc gave her, a victim was never something anyone wanted to be known as, but it filled her with glee that Raksha cared enough about her to know that much about her.\n\n\nBut, hah, having to care was a heavy burden, and it was up to Pamilla to remove it from the huge, beautiful girl! “I know, but I had better things to do than knock shoulders with losers.”\n\n\nThey were in the cafeteria, and the students around them scoffed at that one arrogant comment. But if they thought it was an accidental faux-pas, Pamilla had a surprise for them: she had practiced her arrogance until it came naturally to her!\n\n\nAll the same, it made Raksha frown, “Confidence is a fine thing to have, but is it really real when you have to bring down others to have it?”\n\n\n“Why not?” Pamilla quirked one blonde eyebrow.\n\n\n“You do it.”\n\n\nThe students around them gasped, and Raksha’s face went flat.\n\n\nShe rose up to her glorious 8 feet of height and said in a low voice that made Pamilla’s spine shiver, “What did you say?”\n\n\n“You heard me,” Pamilla pushed her chest out, not missing how Raksha’s pupils, and nothing else, briefly went down to “analyze” them, “I think you play ‘hero’ to make yourself seem better.”\n\n\n“Point in fact,” she said words that the whole cafeteria was staring her in shock for saying, “I think you are full of shit.”\n\n\nThey all thought she was insane. That it was only a matter of time till she got laid out. The girl Raksha smacked got a mild concussion from it, and she was afraid to so much as look in Raksha’s direction now.\n\n\nThat, too, should now happen to Pamilla.\n\n\n“What-” Raksha repeated herself, a dangerous growl in her lips now, “Did you say?”\n\n\nOr, rather, it was supposed to.\n\n\n“Did I not make myself clear?” Pamilla got close to Raksha like her bully had.\n\n\nUnlike her, however, Pamilla made sure to press her tits against Raksha’s thigh and even made sure to put her chin on her stomach, just so she could barely look her in the eye past Raksha’s tits.\n\n\nIt was an absurd thing to do, an insanity on top of insanity to violate the orc’s personal space like this.\n\n\nBut the self-conscious blush on the green girl's cheeks meant her great arms were paralyzed as Pamilla went as far as she needed to go, “Or are you as deaf as you are fake?”\n\n\nPeople gasped.\n\n\nPeople stared at her as if she were about to die.\n\n\nBut Raksha moved no muscles as Pamilla pressed her crotch into her thigh, and allowed her to feel her impossibility.\n\n\nHer futa cock.\n\n\n“You, me, the restroom, now,” Pamilla affected a look that she had practiced in the mirror until her cheeks hurt, until it stopped looking fake.\n\n\nPamilla sneered.\n\n\nRaksha opened her mouth, but no words came out. People assumed that she had been offended so much that she momentarily lost the ability to communicate.\n\n\nBut, as the orc wordlessly, and in quite the hurry if Pamilla had to say, pulled away from her body, only to start heading to the bathroom, Pamilla laughed.\n\n\nRaksha didn’t look back as she did. It made her look cool. It made her look so confident that she would turn her back on Pamilla, sure that she would follow.\n\n\nBut Pamilla had seen the blush in her green cheeks getting bolder.\n\n\nAnd, as she went inside the girl’s restroom, Pamilla was the one to close the door.\n\n\nShe also locked it.\n\n\n“Are you insane?” Raksha finally blurted out what must have been going through her brain all along.\n\n\nIn there, locked with her, there were only 4 terrified girls who were in the middle of washing their hands to stop the orc if she were to actually kill Pamilla.\n\n\nBut it didn’t matter.\n\n\n“Didn’t I say so?” Pamilla said as she walked over to the huge green girl and casually violated her personal space again, “You are a fake.”\n\n\nThe orc unconsciously took a step back.\n\n\nSeeing that weakness, Pamilla struck.\n\n\n“A faaaake,” she sing-sang as her arm went up in a wide swing, and her fingers impacted a secret red thong.\n\n\nRed pussy lips cushioned the impact through the cloth. With a squelch with the aroused juices that Pamilla had summoned from the orc, Pamilla smacked Raksha’s pussy with curled fingers.\n\n\nRaksha’s lips turned into an “O” and she leaned forward, her hands grabbing Pamilla’s shoulders with such pressure that they creaked.\n\n\nThe 4 girls there tittered away from them, believing that Pamilla was about to be smashed into a wall. But that’s not why Raksha had grabbed her.\n\n\nPamilla smile grew as the orc almost sagged over her. Green thighs closed around her hand, and it was all the orc could do to stay standing.\n\n\n“Y-you-” Raksha started to say, the words coming out beleaguered. Forced.\n\n\nHer arms trembled on Pamilla’s shoulders. Almost as if she were using the blonde human to stay standing.\n\n\nAnd that was because she was, “I saved you!”\n\n\n“You did,” Pamilla’s fingers splayed open while they were pressed against Raksha’s wet thong, massaging the pussy lips that existed past that, “This is the thanks you get.”\n\n\nTheir 4 witness stared with disbelief as Raksha fell to her knees, leaving Pamilla’s hand to float free in the air.\n\n\nWith sticky clear fluids dripping from it.\n\n\nInside of herself, Pamilla was unbelievably, stupidly giddy. She had not altogether fully believed that this would work!\n\n\nEven when she knew that it would.\n\n\nHer smile was only cruel because she had practiced it so much that it just came out that way unbidden.\n\n\nBut she was happy.\n\n\nShe was really happy.\n\n\nShe was ecstatic.\n\n\nSo she brought her slimy hand to her face.\n\n\nAnd, before Raksha’s disbelieving eyes, licked it clean.\n\n\n“Now-” Pamilla arrogantly said as she reached into her mini skirt.\n\n\nA quick twist pulled out her 2-foot-long futa cock, “-it’s time you return the favor, isn’t it?”\n\n\nThe girls inside the restroom gasped again, the appearance of Pamilla’s girl meat taking things to the next dimension. This must be it, they had to be thinking. There was no other goalpost to go from here.\n\n\nThis was where Raksha broke the goth futa like yardstick.\n\n\nBut instead of that happening, the huge green girl just stared at it with absolute bafflement.\n\n\nShe stared at it, at Pamilla, with cheeks so red that the green of her skin faded.\n\n\nAnd then Pamilla poked her with her dick.\n\n\n“Come on,” she said as a glans that was bigger than her closed fist made contact with the orc’s cheek, making her recoil, “I haven’t got all day.”\n\n\nInstead of punching her, instead of throwing her into the ground like a sack of sand, Raksha made to open her mouth-\n\n\n“Bitch,” Pamilla interrupted her before she could even order a word.\n\n\n“I said suck.”\n\n\nRaksha’s breath was coming fast now. Coming hard. She looked up at Pamilla’s pitiless eyes and made all the other girl’s jaws drop as she looked away.\n\n\nAs she got on her knees but not to get up, but to squat in front of Pamilla.\n\n\nAs she spread her legs wide enough to make that squat comfortable, her ass barely stopping short of touching the floor of the restroom. That was low enough for her to envelop a green hand around a huge futa cock.\n\n\nAnd for her to gingerly, nervously, inevitably, lean forward and open her mouth.\n\n\nFor her to stick her tongue out.\n\n\nAnd for it to make contact with the tip of Pamilla’s dick.\n\n\nIf Pamilla had died from a heart attack then and there, it would have been worth it alone for that. The memory of that hot wet tongue on her dick tickling her cock slit would have been all the treasure she needed to take to the afterlife. \n\n\nBut Pamilla had a duty.\n\n\nSo she pointed her cock at those dark green lips, and aimed her next thrust better.\n\n\n“I said SUCK!” Pamilla barked as she made the Orc sputter at the futa meat pressing her lips against her teeth. \n\n\nBut just like before, Raksha did not get angry.\n\n\nRather, still not looking the human futa goth chick in the eye, she opened her mouth.\n\n\nAnd, to another gasp from the girls, sucked Pamilla’s sausage right in.\n\n\n“That’s a good bitch!” Pamilla moaned as Raksha opened her maw wide, her tusks tickling the sides of Pamilla’s shaft. The blonde felt her glans scrape against the roof of the orc’s mouth, and she felt it push aside her uvula.\n\n\nShe felt her dick angle down just as it was about to go down her throat.\n\n\nAnd then she felt the hot sensation of the orc pulling back.\n\n\nHer shaft glistened with Raksha’s saliva as the huge girl tilted her torso back, her legs spreading her squat wider to the point that her skirt was now riding into her thighs.\n\n\nIt was barely noticeable, but Raksha gagged every single time she pushed herself to the point that Pamilla was about to enter her throat. This was the first time, Pamilla knew, that she had ever given head to anyone. But eagerness had a way to make up for all flaws.\n\n\n“Faster,” Pamilla said and, almost as if she had been waiting for the word, Raksha started thrusting her head into and out of the futa cock with fluidity.\n\n\n“Faster!” Pamilla said again, and Raksha switched her hands from being around her shaft to grabbing Pamilla by her thighs.\n\n\n“I said faster!” Pamilla once again demanded, enjoying how much the orc’s skirt rode up and how utterly moist her panties were.\n\n\nBut the speed that Raksha attained was so quick that it almost had Pamilla blasting her futa testicles then and there. \n\n\nThat wasn’t part of the fantasy she was selling, so she had to step in.\n\n\n“Bitch,” Pamilla moaned as she grabbed Raksha by the hair. White fingers curled around black curls as the blonde goth put a stop to the green girl’s motion and, instead, pulled her in as far as she could, “I said FASTER!”\n\n\nHer cock went through her uvula again but, upon entering her throat, Pamilla’s dick did not go back.\n\n\nTears of exertion welled in Raksha’s eyes as her face was pulled into all 2 feet of Pamilla’s cock, her throat expanding with dick meat as the human girl forced her to throat her.\n\n\nTusks and teeth tickled Pamilla’s yellow pubic hair as her lips touched the base of her cock, finally making it stop.\n\n\n“Here,” Pamilla, with all the self-control she could muster, sneered, “Let me show you.”\n\n\nPamilla withdrew from the orc’s mouth and the orc just let it happen.\n\n\nPamilla almost took her glans out of Raksha’s lips, and the orc waited with abated breath.\n\n\nPamilla thrust her hips with all of her body behind it, following a path that she had just transverse at a speed that was dangerous.\n\n\nAs her cock forced her throat to fill up again, as she pulled at the black hair with such force that some of the girls there were afraid she would rip it out, everyone there expected Pamilla to slow down. At least for the last bit of this journey.\n\n\nBut Pamilla didn’t.\n\n\nNo, she smashed Raksha’s face with her pelvis!\n\n\n“Fuck!” Pamilla moaned as the slams into Raksha’s face came out like wet impacts.\n\n\nAnd the orc girl?\n\n\nShe was making weird sounds as Pamilla started to withdraw again. It took until she was fully out of her throat for those in the restroom to figure out what they were.\n\n\nMoans.\n\n\n“See?” Pamilla laughed.\n\n\n“This is,” she slammed her hips into Raksha’s face again.\n\n\n“What she,” she pulled at her hair with renewed effort every time, eliciting green moans before she had even impacted with her face.\n\n\n“Is really like!” but she impacted with her face all the same.\n\n\nThose dark green lips of Raksha’s were incredibly pillowy, and Pamilla’s cock trembled as she thrusted it as far into Raksha’s throat pussy as far as she could.\n\n\nAnd, oh, she wished she could go longer. This was a paltry bit, this first time of theirs, but Pamilla was still new at this.\n\n\nBut she would get better.\n\n\nSo, with testicles clenching and the end of the road for her coming, Pamilla slammed as far into Raksha as she could.\n\n\n“EAT IT ALL!” and all but screamed as she shot out all her depraved semen into the beloved girl that had saved her.\n\n\nThe girls who bore witness to this watched with wide eyes as audible “gulps” resounded in the restroom. They watched as Pamilla all but injected her futanari genes directly into the orcish stomach.\n\n\nThey watched a huge girl all but be womanhandled into sexual service as she was fed pint after pint, up to a liter, of jizz.\n\n\nAnd then, unexpectedly, their eyes went further down.\n\n\nThey had to.\n\n\nSeeming to overcome the surface tension that her panties had, Raksha experienced an orgasm so violent that she literally shot out her pussy juices onto the floor.\n\n\nThe impact of them was so harsh that they splashed upon hitting tile. The girls flinched as they were hit with Raksha’s arousal, their face being covered by it.\n\n\nAll the while Pamilla moaned with satisfaction as she slowly pulled her cock out of her.\n\n\nRaksha seemed to be out of it as Pamilla surveyed her “handiwork”.\n\n\nSquatting still, mouth filled with semen, and sticky cobwebs of female jizz connecting her panties with the floor, the orc girl’s eyes were hot.\n\n\nShe still could not look her in the eye, but her mouth closed. Her mouth swallowed.\n\n\nShe opened it to say something. But it never came out.\n\n\n“BLARGH!” The orc instead doubled over and vomited the semen that Pamilla had just filled her with.\n\n\nHorror filled the girl's eyes, and even Pamilla was taken aback as her savior threw up mouthful after mouthful of her thick jizz. This was the first thing that had not gone to plan.\n\n\n…but that wasn’t a bad thing.\n\n\nA stroke of inspiration filled her.\n\n\n“You see this?” Pamilla reached out and grabbed Raksha by the hair as her stomach spasms ebbed. The huge green girl looked like a pathetic mess.\n\n\nInstead of the strong, proud orc everyone knew, there was only a failure with semen dribbling from the corners of her mouth. There was only a loser with sperm bubbles coming out of her nose. There was only a “victim” with blood coming out of a busted lip, mixing with reproductive juices.\n\n\nThere was only the defeated as her eyes told tales that nothing else could.\n\n\nRaksha, like Pamilla, saw it in the girls.\n\n\nThe horror.\n\n\nThe disgust.\n\n\nRaksha’s mouth clicked shut, and she grunted, everyone there being treated to yet another one of her orgasms.\n\n\nOrc juices hit the floor and Pamilla stared with elated victory.\n\n\n\n\n________________\n\n\n\n\n2XXX, September, XX, \n\n\nDear Diary,\n\n\nIt’s another day and I am peeeeent up!\n\n\nLike, nobody ever told me that human boys and girls were so cute! Makes it hard to not get handsy if you know what I mean. XOXO\n\n\nBut no, I have this stupid image to uphold. Even though it was my parents' idea to move here, where nobody cares about “Orc pride” or “orc excellence,” I still have to put up with it.\n\n\nAnd, you know, it's not like I don’t get it. It feels good being admired and junk. I am the biggest gal around, and no one disputes that, but that got old quicker than I thought it would. Even having some of the best grades in the school isn’t what everyone says it is.\n\n\nI like being excellent, yeah.\n\n\nBut what I really want?\n\n\nWell, you know.\n\n\nWould it really be so bad if somebody were to come up and beat me? Like, not just figuratively, but literally.^^\n\n\nI want them to beat me so hard that they then humiliate me. I want them to go even farther. Oooh, like, if after leaving me defenseless, they then took advantage of me!\n\n\nLike, somebody that just would not stop even after that. Somebody who would just do more and more and MORE.\n\n\nFucking GOD, I wish somebody would just RUIN ME!\n\n\nI-I think I’ll stop now, because I am still at school.\n\n\nWe can continue this when I get back home~\n\n\nXOXOXO", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Green Tarnishes Beautifully 1


Pamilla was white, blond and blue.


Raksha was green, black and red.


The white of Pamilla’s pasty skin damaged easily under the summer sun, but the green of Raksha’s stood unmoved. Untarnished.


It mirrored them.


Pamilla’s yellow hair curled up on the ground, the whispers of an agonising future getting the dirt off them a faraway voice in the back of her mind.


The smooth and straight black hair blowing in a hot wind was Raksha’s, burning a picture in the front of Pamilla’s mind.


Blue eyes stared up with amazement at red.


Red eyes looked down and locked with blue.


Darker green lips moved and said something.


But it was hard to listen.


Not because they weren’t important, but because they distracted from what truly mattered.


Because if she paid attention to them, Pamilla might miss the beauty in front of her.


Raksha was unambiguously an Orc. At 8 feet in height, she towered over everyone at school. Pamilla herself barely reached the bottom of her tits with her eyes. And that was when she stood straight.


But she was not standing straight. Pamilla was lying on the ground, looking up at Raksha.


Seeing every single perfect inch of her.


And the orc was perfect.


Her red pupils were framed by white sclera and big, round eyes. Her nose was a symmetrical wedge underneath which large dark green lips pressed angrily. Cute white tusks protruded from the bottom of said lips. Despite her bulk, her face was beautifully feminine.


But then, even her bulk was feminine.


Raksha was naturally muscled in a way that, unbelievably, simply seemed to emphasize her female assets. Her arms and shoulders bulged with muscles that her long-sleeved school shirt tried to hide, yes. But they pushed out a chest burgeoned with orbs that were so large that gravity almost bent around them. Not even the school vest on top of her shirt could fully hide them.


Her skirt spread over hips so wide that the orc simply HAD to turn sideways when entering rooms. Said skirt was very loose in what was, Pamilla supposed, an attempt to desexualize an ass so thick that each cheek, alone, was bigger than Pamilla’s head.


It quite obviously failed.


Even her thighs, which were so well covered, still showed up when she took great strides. They looked as if they were almost sculpted from green jade.


Yet, from Pamilla’s special vantage, she could see one single contrast to the conservative picture. Pamilla could see that Raksha had a racy red thong.


It was as if this gorgeous green girl also had a side of her that she wanted to hide. That she had successfully hid.


Not like-


“Aren’t you ashamed of yourselves?” Raksha glared at those around them.


-Pamilla had failed to. Though her skirt was long, though no bulge showed, it was nearly impossible to hide what laid between her legs in the girl’s changing room.


Even if she had succeeded for most of her life, it was only a matter of time til she failed. A futa dick was very conspicuous.


“Mind your own business, you manly bitch,” a girl that Pamilla had long known and given up even trying to understand said.


“You'd better speak more respectfully to me, you ugly bitch,” the orc warned.


“Or you’ll what?” Pamilla’s tormentor asked, walking up to the Orc and offering her chin in defiance.


She wasn’t the only girl who agreed that Pamilla should be on the ground, but she was the only one brave enough to stand up to the looming green girl.


She fully expected to intimidate Raksha just like she had done to Pamilla for the last 3 years. And why wouldn’t she? She was smaller than Pamilla was and that had never stopped her. So long as she didn’t get too physical with her, all of her bullies could get away with whatever they wanted!.


At this moment and time, being as big as she was did nothing for the orc gal.


Or, at least, that’s what Pamilla thought.


Until Raksha’s palm went flying around.


And connected with the bully’s face.


The sound of skin striking skin almost made everyone in the recess area pause as they stared at a human girl fall into the dirt, consciousness already having fled her.


The color drained from the faces of Pamilla’s other bullies.


A bloody tooth landed on Pamilla’s lap!


And a couple of teachers walked furiously towards them, shock and anger already exploding on their faces.


“I cannot stand those who bully others,” Raksha said as her red eyes stared down at Pamilla again.


Pamilla made to move her mouth, but she found no words coming out.


“Don’t worry,” the orc said as teachers escorted her inside the school, “I’ll be fine.”


“And so will you.”


And, indeed, in the wake of that, Pamilla’s bullies did not have any more appetite to continue things with her.


But Pamilla, who had yet to even rise from where she was lying on the ground, looked at where the big girl had been taken. A longing had awakened inside of her.


All of a sudden, she wanted to know all there was to know about orcs.


All of a sudden, she wanted to know all there was to know about Raksha and why the inhuman girl had transferred to Pamilla’s school.


All of a sudden, she wanted to know if she even had a chance with her.


All of a sudden, the start of a crush jumped all the way to obsession and Pamilla realized that it wasn’t that she wanted to know.


It was that she NEEDED to know!


And that was when she noticed it.


There, on top of the grass, In the jostle of being taken away to be disciplined, the green girl had dropped a little something.


It was small, a bit bigger than Pamilla’s hand was.


It was pink, with cute animal stickers strewn through it.


It was a book, with its owner’s name, Raksha Firebrand, penned meticulously with feminine script above it.


And that’s when Pamilla realized it was a journal.


With no one looking at her, the blond snatched the journal up and absconded to gorge herself on the object of her obsession’s deepest secrets.


And what she found in it forever changed her.


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It took one week for Pamilla to feel ready.


It took her one week to completely change.


Her parents asked her what she was spending all of her allowance on at Hot Topic, but she did not have time to get to know all the dark holes that sold the look.


At 5 feet 7 inches, she was much too small to really be threatening. So, by donning black heels that raised her two inches, she got closer to her idol-no.


To her target.


That’s how she had to think of her now.


But, even so, two inches was next to nothing, so she got the stripes to make her look a bit more aggressive:


Pamilla was never really one for mascara, but she needed her clear blue eyes to be dark. A good amount of eyeshadow almost made her look like an ancient Egyptian, but it also allowed her to make her eyes seem longer.


Sharper.


There was nothing she could do about her small nose, but she could paint her lips black with dark lipstick. She considered dying her hair black, too, to complete the theme, but in the she end decided that some contrast would help the dark themes jump out.


And that was good.


But it wasn’t good enough.


The next thing she changed was her clothes.


Previously, she used long-sleeved shirts and skirts that went down to the soles of her feet if she could help it. They were poorly-fitting things, chosen because they were loose around her and, thus, allowed her to hide her body.


As she did not care about that anymore, she went in the opposite direction.


Her bare belly, flat and featureless save for her belly button, stood out proudly and naked to the air. The “shirt” was a modified school shirt that she had cropped up until it only covered her Double F tits. Pamilla was chesty and she was not afraid of showing it off anymore. Point in fact, she forewent the school vest too, and even its tie.


But because that wasn’t enough, she wore nothing underneath what was now a glorified breast wrap, allowing her nipples to make outlines in it. And, yes, this was technically within school regulations.


Barely, but within.


Down below, she could not get away with wearing a microskirt, but a miniskirt, a black one with the school patterns in purple, was also within allowable parameters of self-expression. Ones she had never dared to take advantage of, but were now roads she walked on.


Her hips and ass had always been a bit hard to hide, being much wider than her dainty shoulders and pillowy enough that she never had any problems sitting on concrete. The bottom half of her ass, now, was constantly revealed as her miniskirt stretched to cover it.


But that was still not enough, so Pamilla wore a black thong as well.


One whose straps went above her waistline, above her skirt, and visibly hung into the parts of her stomach where her thighs ended.


And, still, it was not enough.


Her calves and thighs were ok. Pamilla had never been an athlete, so they didn’t bulge beautifully like a cheerleader’s would, but they swelled enough that it was worth it to get fishnet thigh highs. That is to say, a “sock” that was actually a series of miniature nets that went up to where her skirt ended. And, so doing, outlined every single bit of flesh that she had.


And because that looked good, she also got a fishnet “shirt” to put underneath her torso, giving her a more pronounced outline.


Because it would not serve her purposes if she were not noticeable.


She painted her nails black and purple, on top of all of that. Adding cute little skulls here and there, she kept up with the theme and made her hands gothic.


That left only one thing left. One last thing to complete the look.


A choker, a leather one, made of black cow skin, and sporting a cute little bat that went around her neck.


Her blonde hair, which she previously let grow as it would, she cut short. She cut it down until it hung barely below her ear line. And then she left it like a curtain around her, almost covering her eyes.


All bangs, no braids.


For a hot minute, she even considered sanding down her teeth into fangs. Or, well, at least wearing prosthetics for the same effect.


But in a world of phonies, she had to do her best to be genuine.


Because there was a purpose to all of this.


Pamilla did not decide to turn into a goth on a whim.


She looked in a mirror and almost did not recognize herself.


She went with the goth option because it was confident. Because it was rebellious. Because it would help fulfill what she knew her Orc savior required.


Because the path ahead needed her to go all the way.


“Hey, hot stuff,” the words, so unlike Pamilla, came out of her mouth just one week after she was saved.


Raksha, who had endured a single day of detention after her “violent” display, peered down at her with utter confusion.


Until, with a stroke of realization, it finally occurred to her who it was, “The bullied white human girl-that was you, wasn’t it? You’ve been missing for a week.”


Pamilla twitched at the moniker that the pretty orc gave her, a victim was never something anyone wanted to be known as, but it filled her with glee that Raksha cared enough about her to know that much about her.


But, hah, having to care was a heavy burden, and it was up to Pamilla to remove it from the huge, beautiful girl! “I know, but I had better things to do than knock shoulders with losers.”


They were in the cafeteria, and the students around them scoffed at that one arrogant comment. But if they thought it was an accidental faux-pas, Pamilla had a surprise for them: she had practiced her arrogance until it came naturally to her!


All the same, it made Raksha frown, “Confidence is a fine thing to have, but is it really real when you have to bring down others to have it?”


“Why not?” Pamilla quirked one blonde eyebrow.


“You do it.”


The students around them gasped, and Raksha’s face went flat.


She rose up to her glorious 8 feet of height and said in a low voice that made Pamilla’s spine shiver, “What did you say?”


“You heard me,” Pamilla pushed her chest out, not missing how Raksha’s pupils, and nothing else, briefly went down to “analyze” them, “I think you play ‘hero’ to make yourself seem better.”


“Point in fact,” she said words that the whole cafeteria was staring her in shock for saying, “I think you are full of shit.”


They all thought she was insane. That it was only a matter of time till she got laid out. The girl Raksha smacked got a mild concussion from it, and she was afraid to so much as look in Raksha’s direction now.


That, too, should now happen to Pamilla.


“What-” Raksha repeated herself, a dangerous growl in her lips now, “Did you say?”


Or, rather, it was supposed to.


“Did I not make myself clear?” Pamilla got close to Raksha like her bully had.


Unlike her, however, Pamilla made sure to press her tits against Raksha’s thigh and even made sure to put her chin on her stomach, just so she could barely look her in the eye past Raksha’s tits.


It was an absurd thing to do, an insanity on top of insanity to violate the orc’s personal space like this.


But the self-conscious blush on the green girl's cheeks meant her great arms were paralyzed as Pamilla went as far as she needed to go, “Or are you as deaf as you are fake?”


People gasped.


People stared at her as if she were about to die.


But Raksha moved no muscles as Pamilla pressed her crotch into her thigh, and allowed her to feel her impossibility.


Her futa cock.


“You, me, the restroom, now,” Pamilla affected a look that she had practiced in the mirror until her cheeks hurt, until it stopped looking fake.


Pamilla sneered.


Raksha opened her mouth, but no words came out. People assumed that she had been offended so much that she momentarily lost the ability to communicate.


But, as the orc wordlessly, and in quite the hurry if Pamilla had to say, pulled away from her body, only to start heading to the bathroom, Pamilla laughed.


Raksha didn’t look back as she did. It made her look cool. It made her look so confident that she would turn her back on Pamilla, sure that she would follow.


But Pamilla had seen the blush in her green cheeks getting bolder.


And, as she went inside the girl’s restroom, Pamilla was the one to close the door.


She also locked it.


“Are you insane?” Raksha finally blurted out what must have been going through her brain all along.


In there, locked with her, there were only 4 terrified girls who were in the middle of washing their hands to stop the orc if she were to actually kill Pamilla.


But it didn’t matter.


“Didn’t I say so?” Pamilla said as she walked over to the huge green girl and casually violated her personal space again, “You are a fake.”


The orc unconsciously took a step back.


Seeing that weakness, Pamilla struck.


“A faaaake,” she sing-sang as her arm went up in a wide swing, and her fingers impacted a secret red thong.


Red pussy lips cushioned the impact through the cloth. With a squelch with the aroused juices that Pamilla had summoned from the orc, Pamilla smacked Raksha’s pussy with curled fingers.


Raksha’s lips turned into an “O” and she leaned forward, her hands grabbing Pamilla’s shoulders with such pressure that they creaked.


The 4 girls there tittered away from them, believing that Pamilla was about to be smashed into a wall. But that’s not why Raksha had grabbed her.


Pamilla smile grew as the orc almost sagged over her. Green thighs closed around her hand, and it was all the orc could do to stay standing.


“Y-you-” Raksha started to say, the words coming out beleaguered. Forced.


Her arms trembled on Pamilla’s shoulders. Almost as if she were using the blonde human to stay standing.


And that was because she was, “I saved you!”


“You did,” Pamilla’s fingers splayed open while they were pressed against Raksha’s wet thong, massaging the pussy lips that existed past that, “This is the thanks you get.”


Their 4 witness stared with disbelief as Raksha fell to her knees, leaving Pamilla’s hand to float free in the air.


With sticky clear fluids dripping from it.


Inside of herself, Pamilla was unbelievably, stupidly giddy. She had not altogether fully believed that this would work!


Even when she knew that it would.


Her smile was only cruel because she had practiced it so much that it just came out that way unbidden.


But she was happy.


She was really happy.


She was ecstatic.


So she brought her slimy hand to her face.


And, before Raksha’s disbelieving eyes, licked it clean.


“Now-” Pamilla arrogantly said as she reached into her mini skirt.


A quick twist pulled out her 2-foot-long futa cock, “-it’s time you return the favor, isn’t it?”


The girls inside the restroom gasped again, the appearance of Pamilla’s girl meat taking things to the next dimension. This must be it, they had to be thinking. There was no other goalpost to go from here.


This was where Raksha broke the goth futa like yardstick.


But instead of that happening, the huge green girl just stared at it with absolute bafflement.


She stared at it, at Pamilla, with cheeks so red that the green of her skin faded.


And then Pamilla poked her with her dick.


“Come on,” she said as a glans that was bigger than her closed fist made contact with the orc’s cheek, making her recoil, “I haven’t got all day.”


Instead of punching her, instead of throwing her into the ground like a sack of sand, Raksha made to open her mouth-


“Bitch,” Pamilla interrupted her before she could even order a word.


“I said suck.”


Raksha’s breath was coming fast now. Coming hard. She looked up at Pamilla’s pitiless eyes and made all the other girl’s jaws drop as she looked away.


As she got on her knees but not to get up, but to squat in front of Pamilla.


As she spread her legs wide enough to make that squat comfortable, her ass barely stopping short of touching the floor of the restroom. That was low enough for her to envelop a green hand around a huge futa cock.


And for her to gingerly, nervously, inevitably, lean forward and open her mouth.


For her to stick her tongue out.


And for it to make contact with the tip of Pamilla’s dick.


If Pamilla had died from a heart attack then and there, it would have been worth it alone for that. The memory of that hot wet tongue on her dick tickling her cock slit would have been all the treasure she needed to take to the afterlife.


But Pamilla had a duty.


So she pointed her cock at those dark green lips, and aimed her next thrust better.


“I said SUCK!” Pamilla barked as she made the Orc sputter at the futa meat pressing her lips against her teeth.


But just like before, Raksha did not get angry.


Rather, still not looking the human futa goth chick in the eye, she opened her mouth.


And, to another gasp from the girls, sucked Pamilla’s sausage right in.


“That’s a good bitch!” Pamilla moaned as Raksha opened her maw wide, her tusks tickling the sides of Pamilla’s shaft. The blonde felt her glans scrape against the roof of the orc’s mouth, and she felt it push aside her uvula.


She felt her dick angle down just as it was about to go down her throat.


And then she felt the hot sensation of the orc pulling back.


Her shaft glistened with Raksha’s saliva as the huge girl tilted her torso back, her legs spreading her squat wider to the point that her skirt was now riding into her thighs.


It was barely noticeable, but Raksha gagged every single time she pushed herself to the point that Pamilla was about to enter her throat. This was the first time, Pamilla knew, that she had ever given head to anyone. But eagerness had a way to make up for all flaws.


“Faster,” Pamilla said and, almost as if she had been waiting for the word, Raksha started thrusting her head into and out of the futa cock with fluidity.


“Faster!” Pamilla said again, and Raksha switched her hands from being around her shaft to grabbing Pamilla by her thighs.


“I said faster!” Pamilla once again demanded, enjoying how much the orc’s skirt rode up and how utterly moist her panties were.


But the speed that Raksha attained was so quick that it almost had Pamilla blasting her futa testicles then and there.


That wasn’t part of the fantasy she was selling, so she had to step in.


“Bitch,” Pamilla moaned as she grabbed Raksha by the hair. White fingers curled around black curls as the blonde goth put a stop to the green girl’s motion and, instead, pulled her in as far as she could, “I said FASTER!”


Her cock went through her uvula again but, upon entering her throat, Pamilla’s dick did not go back.


Tears of exertion welled in Raksha’s eyes as her face was pulled into all 2 feet of Pamilla’s cock, her throat expanding with dick meat as the human girl forced her to throat her.


Tusks and teeth tickled Pamilla’s yellow pubic hair as her lips touched the base of her cock, finally making it stop.


“Here,” Pamilla, with all the self-control she could muster, sneered, “Let me show you.”


Pamilla withdrew from the orc’s mouth and the orc just let it happen.


Pamilla almost took her glans out of Raksha’s lips, and the orc waited with abated breath.


Pamilla thrust her hips with all of her body behind it, following a path that she had just transverse at a speed that was dangerous.


As her cock forced her throat to fill up again, as she pulled at the black hair with such force that some of the girls there were afraid she would rip it out, everyone there expected Pamilla to slow down. At least for the last bit of this journey.


But Pamilla didn’t.


No, she smashed Raksha’s face with her pelvis!


“Fuck!” Pamilla moaned as the slams into Raksha’s face came out like wet impacts.


And the orc girl?


She was making weird sounds as Pamilla started to withdraw again. It took until she was fully out of her throat for those in the restroom to figure out what they were.


Moans.


“See?” Pamilla laughed.


“This is,” she slammed her hips into Raksha’s face again.


“What she,” she pulled at her hair with renewed effort every time, eliciting green moans before she had even impacted with her face.


“Is really like!” but she impacted with her face all the same.


Those dark green lips of Raksha’s were incredibly pillowy, and Pamilla’s cock trembled as she thrusted it as far into Raksha’s throat pussy as far as she could.


And, oh, she wished she could go longer. This was a paltry bit, this first time of theirs, but Pamilla was still new at this.


But she would get better.


So, with testicles clenching and the end of the road for her coming, Pamilla slammed as far into Raksha as she could.


“EAT IT ALL!” and all but screamed as she shot out all her depraved semen into the beloved girl that had saved her.


The girls who bore witness to this watched with wide eyes as audible “gulps” resounded in the restroom. They watched as Pamilla all but injected her futanari genes directly into the orcish stomach.


They watched a huge girl all but be womanhandled into sexual service as she was fed pint after pint, up to a liter, of jizz.


And then, unexpectedly, their eyes went further down.


They had to.


Seeming to overcome the surface tension that her panties had, Raksha experienced an orgasm so violent that she literally shot out her pussy juices onto the floor.


The impact of them was so harsh that they splashed upon hitting tile. The girls flinched as they were hit with Raksha’s arousal, their face being covered by it.


All the while Pamilla moaned with satisfaction as she slowly pulled her cock out of her.


Raksha seemed to be out of it as Pamilla surveyed her “handiwork”.


Squatting still, mouth filled with semen, and sticky cobwebs of female jizz connecting her panties with the floor, the orc girl’s eyes were hot.


She still could not look her in the eye, but her mouth closed. Her mouth swallowed.


She opened it to say something. But it never came out.


“BLARGH!” The orc instead doubled over and vomited the semen that Pamilla had just filled her with.


Horror filled the girl's eyes, and even Pamilla was taken aback as her savior threw up mouthful after mouthful of her thick jizz. This was the first thing that had not gone to plan.


…but that wasn’t a bad thing.


A stroke of inspiration filled her.


“You see this?” Pamilla reached out and grabbed Raksha by the hair as her stomach spasms ebbed. The huge green girl looked like a pathetic mess.


Instead of the strong, proud orc everyone knew, there was only a failure with semen dribbling from the corners of her mouth. There was only a loser with sperm bubbles coming out of her nose. There was only a “victim” with blood coming out of a busted lip, mixing with reproductive juices.


There was only the defeated as her eyes told tales that nothing else could.


Raksha, like Pamilla, saw it in the girls.


The horror.


The disgust.


Raksha’s mouth clicked shut, and she grunted, everyone there being treated to yet another one of her orgasms.


Orc juices hit the floor and Pamilla stared with elated victory.




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2XXX, September, XX,


Dear Diary,


It’s another day and I am peeeeent up!


Like, nobody ever told me that human boys and girls were so cute! Makes it hard to not get handsy if you know what I mean. XOXO


But no, I have this stupid image to uphold. Even though it was my parents' idea to move here, where nobody cares about “Orc pride” or “orc excellence,” I still have to put up with it.


And, you know, it's not like I don’t get it. It feels good being admired and junk. I am the biggest gal around, and no one disputes that, but that got old quicker than I thought it would. Even having some of the best grades in the school isn’t what everyone says it is.


I like being excellent, yeah.


But what I really want?


Well, you know.


Would it really be so bad if somebody were to come up and beat me? Like, not just figuratively, but literally.^^


I want them to beat me so hard that they then humiliate me. I want them to go even farther. Oooh, like, if after leaving me defenseless, they then took advantage of me!


Like, somebody that just would not stop even after that. Somebody who would just do more and more and MORE.


Fucking GOD, I wish somebody would just RUIN ME!


I-I think I’ll stop now, because I am still at school.


We can continue this when I get back home~


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