6 comments/ 26691 views/ 29 favorites Manifest Fantasy Ch. 01 By: Narg At the beginning of time, six goddesses worked together to create the world of Manifest. However, they could not decide which of them should be the ruler of this new land. So, they devised a contest. Each goddess fashioned a race of intelligent beings after her own preferences and predilections, and set them upon the world of Manifest with one commandment: destroy or dominate all other races. In the end, the race that rules the world will be victorious and their patron goddess will be crowned as Queen of all the Goddesses. And, spoiler alert: the ones who eventually rise to dominate the world of Manifest are none other than we humble humans. These are tales of human domination in a fantasy world. Chapter 1: An Orc Enslaved Ag, mate of Bolg the Orc Chief, stood proudly in her hut when the humans came for her. She was an orc! She was of a people far stronger than these small, pink men. And yet, her people had been utterly defeated. Her mate, Bolg, had gathered the village's warriors to face the weak, pink invaders that very morning. "The humans er pansies!" Bolg had laughed. "Pink an' skinny an' weak! Dunno why they think they kin take us. Oi'll be back befur midday, so Av lunch ready fer me when I git back, Ag slut." Bolg was the biggest and strongest orc in the tribe, a mighty warrior. That was why she had belonged to him. She had waited for him as the battle raged just outside the village, her buxom six foot frame clad only in a breastwrap and ragged shot skirt, both made of rough cloth. She had thought that the victorious warrior would probably want to take her cunt right after, or possibly during, his midday meal of roasted goat. Now he was probably dead, slain by the conniving humans' new weapons. Ag grunted a short prayer to Ug Naz, goddess of strength. Ag was a little sad. She had not loved Bolg. Love was for soft, pink races, like humans and elves, not for mighty green orcs. She had been a little proud, however, to be the mate of the strongest warrior- it meant that she was the most attractive female in the tribe. The village was full of screams and shouts as two humans stepped through the doorway of her hut. Pathetic, soft, weak, pink things. Although Ag was female, she was taller than these two human 'males', and probably stronger too. The humans carried strange looking clubs that were both wood and metal. They didn't look very deadly. "Well would you look at that," said one of the soft, weak humans. "An orc bitch that isn't completely ugly." He took a step toward Ag. "Why don't we have a taste..." The other human smacked him across the back of the head. "Cool it, dumbass. The general wants some prime orc females in pristine condition." The first human turned to face his comrade. "What's the general want them all for? I mean, really, how many bitches does one man need?" "They ain't for him. They're for the Scholar's Guild. Part of the payment for these fancy new capture rifles, I'd wager." He hefted his strange club. Whatever these humans intended, it was clear to Ag that they meant to take her alive. She didn't intend to be. With a roar, she seized one of her hut's best cutting tools and charged at the humans. One of them calmly pointed the end of his club at her. There was a flash, and then everything went black. ---- Ag awoke some time later in darkness. She felt softness and heard breathing all around her. Other female orcs. It seemed the humans had piled them atop each other in a covered wagon. None of the others were conscious yet. She tried to push herself to her feet, only to find that her arms and legs were tied. She struggled against the bonds for a few moments, to no avail. Then, the wagon stopped. She heard voices. The first one was a human female. "You have brought me what we agreed, General?" she asked. "Indeed I have, Professor," replied an older human male. "Ten orc females." "And they are in... pristine condition?" The general snorted. "We didn't rape them if that's what you mean. Some of them will have woken up by now, if you'd like to examine one." "Indeed. Bring one out." There was a blinding light as the back of the wagon opened. Ag felt a strong hand grip her wrist and pull. She stumbled out of the wagon, blinded by the sudden sunlight. The human professor was a small, pretty thing, although likely into her middle years. She carried what looked like a collar attached to a chain. This was the first time Ag had seen a human female. It was easy to see why male orcs loved to rape them so much, with their soft pink skin and small, vulnerable stature. Ug Naz knew, Ag herself felt a bit predatory at the sight of her. Ag stood a little straighter and growled. Surely, this tiny pinkskin girl should cower in the presence of a strong, superior orc woman. The human woman looked bored, walking around her and looking her up and down. Then she crouched down and lifted Ag's skirt, peering at her snatch. Ag leered at her. "That's where your mouth belongs, pinkskin. You can lick my cunt while my mate pounds you with his big orc cock." The professor ignored Ag completely. When she had finished her examination, she promptly fastened the collar around Ag's neck. "This one is satisfactory, at least," she said grudgingly to the male. "If the rest are of similar quality, then you can consider our arrangement successfully concluded. I must say, general, you've been fairly accommodating for a member of the Warrior's Guild." The General chuckled. "And you've been fairly useful, for a scholar. Well, I'd best be off. More greenskin tribes to conquer and enslave." "May Fel Alda, Goddess of Learning, bless your endeavors," said the professor. "And yours," the general replied. He turned and walked away. His soldiers left the wagon and fell in behind him. Other men wearing the same black robes as the female professor guided the wagon toward an alleyway. Ag looked around. Large structures of stone and wood surrounded her. She figured she must be in one of those "cities" she had always heard about. From what she had heard, these cities burned spectacularly when the orc hordes came to kill, pillage and rape. The professor motioned to one of the black robed men, who hurried over. "Derin, kindly take this specimen to the main hall," she commanded. "Yes, Professor, Learnsworth," replied the male. Ag couldn't believe her ears. Could human males be so pathetic, that they actually took orders from their females? The male named Derin yanked on her chain, and she snarled, but followed him into one of the larger stone buildings. Inside the structure were rows and rows of seats, hundreds of them. At the end of the room there was a kind of raised stage, in the center of which was a tall wooden post with manacled chains hanging from the top. Derin led Ag to this post, grabbing her wrist and reaching for the manacles with his other hand, clearly intending to chain Ag to the post. She snarled, pulling away. "Worm! Do not touch me!" The man twisted his wrist, and Ag felt the collar tighten around her neck. She fell to her knees, struggling to breathe. "Try being a bit more co-operative," the man suggested. The collar loosened enough so that she could easily breathe. "Stand up," he commanded. "Raise your hands above your head." She obeyed, glowering. The man fastened the manacles around her wrists, chaining her to the post. "You will die," Ag promised. "Mark my words, I, Ag of the Southern Plains Uruguk Tribe will roast you on the fire while my mate rapes your woman and your daughters until they're knocked up with orc seed. When your flesh is nice and crispy my mate and I will together feast on your body while your former mate and progeny lap at our loins under the table, you pathetic pink skinned swine!" The human looked amused by her outburst. "Really?" he said conversationally while slightly tightening her collar. "From what I am given to understand, there is no 'Southern Plains Uruguk Tribe' anymore." His voice took on a harder tone. "Ag, is it? Well Ag, let me lay this out for you. You're a slave. For the moment, you belong to the Scholar's Guild. It's likely that you'll be sold after today's lecture, but for now, you will obey your masters or you will be punished." He produced a rag. "Open your mouth." Ag obeyed. He shoved the rag into her mouth and tied it around her head. She was now gagged. "Good slave." He turned and walked away. -- Hours later the hall was filled with humans. She had never thought that so many humans might come together in one place. Many of them wore the black robes of the Scholars Guild, but others had different garments all together. Some wore the ridiculous uniforms of the human warriors, others elaborate suits or dresses, depending on the gender. Really, why did humans all wear such stupidly elaborate clothing? What was wrong with a proper loincloth? Many of the humans openly ogled Ag. She inwardly sneered. Her Bolg had been more than a match for all of them combined. What could they do with their tiny little human dicklets? The chatting of the crowd quieted as Professor Learnsworth stepped onto the stage. She raised her hands and spoke. "I thank you all for coming," she began. "This lecture series is entitled 'A Brief Overview of the Non-Human Races'. As I hope you're all aware, it is open to the public. Any man or woman from any guild may attend. It is the mission of the Scholar's Guild to acquire and spread knowledge. Fel Alda is the patron goddess of humanity, and I bid you all to remember that. The acquisition and dissemination of knowledge is humanity's chief strength, as well as its most powerful weapon. If you don't believe me, just ask the Warrior's Guild. "For today's lecture, we will focus primarily on, as you have probably deduced, the Orc. We have all heard tales of the orc invasions of a thousand years past, and of the 'green menace' of orc raiders of only century ago. However, we now see that orc slaves drive much of the economy of the human empire in the modern day: in the mines, in the fields, and even (in the case of the more attractive female orcs) in the brothels. How did this come to pass? How did humanity's greatest rival for supremacy become humanity's slave race? "The answer, unsurprisingly, is the acquisition of knowledge. When humans fought as the orcs did in warbands with crude clubs, the orcs had an undeniable advantage due to their greater physical size and strength. Yet humans learned while orc did not. From clubs to short swords and shields. From short swords and shields to long swords and plate armor. Then came pikes. Cavalry. Gunpowder. Before long the orcs could not stand before our might in open battle. Eventually they became too weak even for raiding and banditry. The tide had turned, and during the past century, humans have gradually subjugated tribe after tribe of the brutish and primitive greenskins. Male orcs make wonderful manual laborers, and female orcs can be fairly well put to use as cheap prostitutes or as breeding cows. "Shelving history for the moment, let us move on to a study of orc culture. Now, you may be under the impression that the brutish, animalistic orcs don't have a culture. You would technically be wrong. Orcs certainly don't produce great works of art or philosophy, but they have a culture of sorts, primitive though it may be. "The patron goddess of orcs is Ug Naz, Goddess of Strength. Strength is, indeed, the goddess given attribute of the orcs, and their entire way of life is based around it. The strongest orc in every tribe is always the leader. If another orc wishes to become the leader, he must fight the current leader to the death. The most privileged positions of the tribe are, of course, reserved for the greatest warriors, with the weakest at the bottom of the dominance hierarchy. "Naturally, orc society is rigidly patriarchal. Females are the property of their mates, with the most attractive going to the strongest warriors. Warriors jealously guard their mates against others, and especially against men of other races. "This seems a good time to move on to orc physiology. For you see, there is a reason orc males go to such lengths to isolate their women from males of other races. We'll get to that in a minute. For the moment, let's examine our specimen, shall we?" The professor strode over to Ag, who glared as she continued to lecture. "Obviously, this orc is female, likely one of the higher status women of her tribe. She is about six feet tall, far shorter than an average orc male, who are about seven and a half feet tall on average. If she were human, her build could be described as 'thick', but compared to the hideously overweight males of her race, she is downright thin Note the fangs jutting up from her lower jaw, see how small and rounded they are compared to the male orcs? Nearly vestigial. Her skin is also a lighter shade of green than an orc male as well." Professor Learnsworth gently pulled of Ag's breastwrap, exposing her teats to the hall. Ag stood proud. She had nothing to be ashamed of. "As you can see," the professor continued, "her breasts are quite round and full, as are her hips and buttocks. I'd guess that we'll get a pretty good price for her when we sell her to the brothels, no? By the way, if any of you wish to acquire her, feel free to bid after the lecture. "But to the point." The human woman unfastened Ag's skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Ag tried to stand proud as before, but there was something wrong. Something in the eyes of the onlookers made her avert her gaze. Slightly raised eyebrows. Mouths hidden behind hands. Mirth. The professor spread Ag's pussy with her fingers before the entire crowd. "As you can probably guess from the tiny size of our specimen's coochie," concluded professor Learnsworth, "Orcs, both male and female, have tiny genitals." The room erupted with laughter. "Look at that little pussy on that huge green body!" Exclaimed one woman in the front row. "It's completely out of proportion. "It almost looks like a Halfling cunt!" "Doubt I could even fit a finger up in there!" Ag felt herself blushing a deeper shade of green. That was a lie! Bolg had a cock that could stretch the cunt of Ug Naz herself, and Ag could take it to the hilt. But... the mirth of the human crowd seemed so genuine. Could it be true that the humans thought she had a small pussy? And if that was true, then how big were... Ag shook her head. No. It must be a lie. The pinkskins were trying to throw her off balance. The lecture continued on for a time. When it was over, Ag was led by the leash to a dark room. Suddenly feeling very tired, she let sleep envelop her - Ag awoke to sway. She opened her eyes, finding herself in one of those ludicrous horse drawn carriages the humans used. Her garments had been restored, and her hands and feet were still bound, although she was no longer gagged. A human male in one of those fancy coats sat, idly reading a book on the other bench of the carriage. He wore a sword at his waist, but it was puny and thin, hardly a match for a proper orc weapon. He looked up, closing his book. "Good morning, orc lass," he said brightly. "Did you have a nice sleep?" "Who in Ug Naz's name are you?" Ag grunted in reply. "Your new owner. I bought you from the scholar's guild last night. My name is Marvin Gold of the Miner's Guild. And your name is...?" Ag paused, then answered cautiously, "I am Ag of the Southern Plains Uruguk Tribe." Gold raised a finger. "Slight correction. You are Ag, property of Marvin Gold of the Miners Guild." "Fuck you, pinkskin," Ag grunted. He smiled. "We'll get to that soon enough." So he intended to rape her after all. Ag wasn't exactly happy about that, but she was confused about why she hadn't been raped already. That was supposed to be the first thing one did with a captured woman, especially one of another race. These humans must be pansies, as Bolg had said. She grinned. "Bah! What could you do with your tiny pink dick?" "I wonder about that," said Gold. "You know, I own a lot of orc slaves, and I've never seen any that were particularly... impressive, below the belt." "My mate, Bolg, was." "Really? And just how big was he?" "Big enough to stuff me full. Big enough to make a puny human slag beg for mercy. Big enough to make a pink cunt bleed. Big enough to make your wife, your daughter, and every woman you know beg for more." He tilted his head. "And how big is that in inches?" She just stared at him for a moment. What the fuck was an "inch?" "Oh that's right," Gold said after a moment. "You orcs don't have an objective system of measurement, do you? In that case, show me how big with your hands." She showed him, smiling confidently. He chuckled. "So a bit over four inches then. My dear, you are in for a rather painful surprise." "You're a liar, pinkskin. Orcs are big, humans are little. Orcs are strong, humans are weak. One day we will sweep across the land in a green tide of violence and crush the other races with our superior strength. We will kill and rape for the glory of Ug Naz until all other races are gone." "That seems unlikely, given that virtually the entire orc race has already been enslaved." "It matters not. Strong orcs can never truly be made to serve weak humans." Gold paused. "You know, you're a lot feistier than my male labor slaves. I find that curious. I thought orc women were property of their men, with no rights of any kind. It seems to me that your situation has not changed that much from before you were captured." "Perhaps you know less of us then you think. Besides, there is a huge difference between being owned by a big, strong orc and a small, weak human. Isn't that obvious?" "So then, you think me weak?" "Yes." The carriage rolled to a stop. "We've arrived," announced Gold. He unfastened the binding around her ankles and exited the carriage. She followed him out. Looking around, Ag noted that they were now in the foothills of a large mountain range. Off to her left, a mine shaft led directly into the side of a hill. Atop another hill was a lavish mansion, which she assumed was were Gold lived, and indeed, he was already walking in that direction, beckoning her to follow. A loud creaking noise came from the mineshaft. She glanced over to see three male orc slaves pushing a cart filled with ore and pick-axes down the tracks. Now was her chance. She turned, pointing straight at Gold. "You," she announced loud enough for the orcs to hear, "are a weakling with a tiny dick." The orcs froze. Then they picked up their pickaxes and strode menacingly toward Gold. Ag smirked. The human didn't understand orc culture as well as he thought. See, under ordinary circumstances no orc would challenge their leader- constant infighting would harm the tribe. However, if an orc leader was insulted in public by his own mate, it was considered cowardly not to challenge him. The power of the insult was the only power women had in orc society. And now this pathetic human would be crushed by his own slaves. Gold stared at the approaching orcs, looking puzzled. "That's funny. They were always so docile before, albeit lazy." He looked at Ag. "This is your doing, isn't it?" Ag just smiled. The first of the three orcs bellowed, swinging his pick in a mighty two handed blow down upon the head of the human. Gold calmly took a step back. The pick missed him entirely and stuck into the ground. The orc struggled to pull it from the earth for a moment. Meanwhile, Gold, still utterly composed, drew his thin, flimsy sword and stuck it through the orc's eye into his brain. He collapsed, dead. The other two orcs roared, charging. The human stepped forward, spinning away from the swing of the second orc while stabbing the third in the foot, causing him to fall to one knee and roar in pain. As the second orc hefted his pick for a second swing, Gold turned and slit his throat. The orc fell with a gurgle. Then Gold slowly walked up behind the third orc, who was still howling in pain over his stabbed foot. The deadly human silenced him, shoving his sword from just above the orc's shoulder blades down into his chest. Manifest Fantasy Ch. 01 Gold wiped his sword on one of the dead orc's loincloth, then sheathed it. "Too much force, too little control," he mused. Ag's mind struggled to comprehend what she had just seen. This human had just butchered three much larger orc warriors in a superior display of martial prowess. Complete, effortless domination, no mercy. He was... strong. Terrifyingly, dangerously, arousingly strong. For the first time since she had been captured, Ag felt her pussy start to tingle. Master Gold (she realized that she now thought of him as her master) turned to her, eyes cold. His earlier friendliness was gone, replaced by a cold, slow burning anger that made Ag's heart quail. "Come," he said simply. Then he turned and walked up the hill toward his mansion. Ag followed. Master Gold led her up through the mansions front doors, giving curt greeting to his servants. Most of them were human, but she spotted one Halfling wench. He continued through the building toward the east wing, at last stopping inside a large chamber. The room's only distinctive feature was a large, raised bed in the center. He unceremoniously tore off her clothes, then threw her onto the bed. Ag rolled over onto her back, eyes wide, covering herself with her hands. She didn't want him to see how wet she was. "I was going to be more delicate with you," Master Gold growled, "But then, I suppose there's really only one thing orcs understand." He began to disrobe. Ag stared at his chest as he cast off his shirt. He was not fat, like a proper orc, nor was he scrawny, as she had assumed he would be. He was lean, every inch of skin tight over the powerful, coiling muscles beneath. His chest was crossed by four long scars Ag knew that this man might have been a miner now, but he had certainly been a warrior at some point, although that much had been obvious from his skill with the blade. Then he dropped his pants and her worst fears (hopes?) were confirmed. The flaccid monster between his legs was already much larger than Bolg's... and it was slowly getting harder. He gave her little time to contemplate as he advanced onto the bed, seizing her. Panicking, she fought him, fought him with desperate strength, and they began to wrestle on the bed. They were about equally matched in terms of raw strength, but Master Gold was simply a better wrestler. He overpowered her in moments, pinning her. Then he released her and allowed her to fight again, then pinned her again, then let up again, over and over, laughing and relishing the exertion, the power. With each defeat, Ag could feel her traitorous twat moistening, evidence of how much her body desired to be ravaged by this powerful conqueror. Yet still she fought, for she knew that if that giant pink cock went inside of her, she would break. She would be a slut for humans, a slut for him for the rest of her life. But as she was pinned, time and again, her arousal began to overtake her reluctance. Finally she just stopped fighting. "Please," she moaned. "Please what, orc?" he demanded, cupping her breasts. She averted her gaze. "Please just... be gentle. Your cock is... its so..." He smiled, pushing her legs apart. "So the big tough orc woman begs the weak pinkskin for mercy? But what could I possibly do with such a tiny dick?" "Please," she begged, nearly in tears. "The slave begs her master, please, your cock is so BIG!" He moved over her, slapping his now fully erect cock (more than twice the size of Bolg's) against her ass cheeks a few times to watch them jiggle. Then he pressed his head against her comparitivly tiny slit and began to push. At last, the head of the massive rod slid inside her. Her hips bucked, a small orgasm already running it's course through her, preparing the way for the massive flood of pleasure that she knew would follow. He pushed forward in one slow, utterly relentless thrust, stretching her beyond her comprehension. "So, slut, is it big?" he hissed in her ear. "Yes!" she cried. "Big enough to stuff you full? Big enough to make a puny ork slag beg for mercy? Big enough to make a green cunt bleed? Big enough to make your mother, your daughter, and every woman you know beg for more?" "Yes!" she screamed. "Yes yes YEEEEESSSSS!! OHHH FUCK!" For a moment, there was complete calm within her, as if both her body and emotions had completely gone numb. Then, the orgasm hit. It crashed into her with enough force to knock ten warriors off their feet, instantly washing away her conscious mind in a torrent of indescribable pleasure. When at last she recovered her senses enough to understand what was going on, she realized that Master Gold had settled into a steady rhythm, pounding places inside of her that she was pretty damn sure hadn't existed before he had pushed that giant cock club up her twat. It was as if her pussy was not only stretching, but actually expanding to accommodate the cock. Obviously, Ag was grateful for this. Scarcely a few minutes of this had passed pefore she came again, vision swimming. As she came down from her orgasmic high, he flipped her onto her belly, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and began savagely fucking her from behind. She came and came again. He flipped her back onto her back, pushing her legs behind her head, thrusting even deeper into her than before. She came and came and came. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled his rod from her steaming snatch and straddled her chest, pumping it in his hand. Ag looked up in awe as her dominator's massive pillar of manflesh loomed over her face, so imposing, so masculine. She saw his balls begin to clench, so she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue. His hot human cum splattered all over her face, marking her. She felt utterly and completely dominated. "I expect you to be a good little slave from now on," said Master Gold, squeezing a drop of cum from the end of his dick. Ag stuck out her tongue to receive the dollop of seed. It tasted divine. "Yes, Master," she purred. -- Ag walked down the hill, now comfortable in the new silk clothes her master had provided for her. The garments were even more revealing then her old ones, which was good, considering her intentions. It had been several months since she had been bought by Marvin Gold, but she was just now about to begin to fulfill the main role that Master Gold had bought her for in the first place. She felt a little apprehensive as she approached the group of orc slaves who were waiting for her at the bottom of the hill. Ag didn't really want to do this, truth be told, but she had to do something to be useful to Master Gold. Otherwise why would he keep her around? Being his personal cocksleave and cumrag didn't count, obviously. She wanted that more than he did. She hailed the orcs at the bottom of the hill. "Ho, orc slaves." "Ho, Ag Slut," one of them replied. "I am not your slut," She snapped back at him. He looked annoyed, but didn't press the issue. "Why are you here, Ag?" Another, particularly fat, orc. Ag folded her arms. "The master is disappointed in your productivity, orc slaves," she said. "We are working as fast as we can," grumbled the fat orc. "Master think's you'll work faster if you have an incentive." She reached into her cleavage and pulled out a small, round wooden token with the word "Gold" emblazoned on one side. She addressed the crowd. "From now on, each of you will be issued one of these for every fifty pound load of ore you bring up." "What would we want with some stupid wooden tokens?" asked fatty. Ag raised her chin high. "Any slave who brings me five tokens, I will pleasure with my hand. Bring me ten, and I will suck you off. Bring me twenty, and you may use my ass." This news went over well with the orc slaves, and they began to guffaw and slap each other. The way they leered at her made her want to puke, honestly she couldn't understand how she had ever been attracted to orc males. "How much for you cunt?" Shouted one orc from the back. "My cunt isn't for little green dicks," she replied, "It's for the Master only." Fatty rubbed his belly. "And what's to stop us from just... taking it?" Ag smiled, hiking up her skirt. "You could stick your little green pecker in my cunt... but you probably wouldn't be able to touch the sides." She grabbed the lips of her pussy and pulled them apart, proudly spreading herself and revealing to her own kind the extent of her surrender to humanity. Her pussy eagerly gaped open, permanently enlarged from months of plowing by Master Gold's huge human rod. No orc "penis" would ever cause it any pleasure, or feel any pleasure from it again. Ag, property of Marvin Gold of the Miners Guild, was human owned and proud. Manifest Fantasy Ch. 02 Belba looked in the mirror, admiring how her skimpy dress clung to her two-and-a-half foot body. With a flourish, she added the finishing touch, a hair pin with a small metal book crossed by a pen and a sword, the symbol of the human goddess Fel Alda. She looked totally fuckable. Hopefully, the humans would find her so as well. Lots of horny human men would be making the short journey from the newly colonized Draenae Prarie up to Halflingdale tonight. That made tonight a good night for Halflette sluts like Belba. Halflingdale had been a hub for travelers for many centuries, but the recent expansions of the human empire had flooded the city-state with visitors. Although the humans had never formally annexed Halflingdale, the city state had been under human authority for over a year, since the king had died. The new queen spent most of her time locked in her chambers with her human lover, leaving her minister (also a human) to govern Halflingdale in her stead. Halfling men grumbled about this state of affairs, but didn't dare challenge the humans. Most halflettes, on the other hand, didn't mind the human presence at all. Humans were notorious exploiters of resources, but the only valuable resource in Halflingdale was Halfling pussy. And halflettes were only too happy to give it up. After all, the average human penis was half the length of a halflette's torso. Belba eagerly stepped out into the night. The sun had just gone down but already the streets of Halflingdale were beginning to teem with activity. The female Halfling population was beginning its nightly exodus to the taverns. She made her way to the Wasted Wench, one of the larger hubs of human activity. It was still early, so she hoped to find a human all to herself, and hopefully keep him for the night (or at least until she passed out). If not, then she would gladly be someone's second helping. She was not disappointed. There was a human man sitting alone at the bar. He was fairly good looking. Tall, even for a human, with dark hair and a muscular body. Of course, the description "tall, with a muscular body" applied to pretty much every male human in existence compared to Halflings. The human men who found their way to Halflingdale were often some of the least attractive in the human empire- men who stood little chance with human women. Human women might find them unfuckable, but to halflettes, they were sex gods. Even the least attractive human was more palatable to a halflette than the most attractive halfling man. As a matter of fact, using the adjective attractive to describe a male Halfling, even in her own mind, made Belba giggle. It was so ridiculous. She strutted up to the man, hoping to catch his eyes with her swaying hips. As usual, however, she was beneath the eyes of the mighty human... literally. He didn't notice her until she put her hand on his knee. He turned his face downward to her, smiling and eyeing her up and down. "What can I do for yeh, little miss Halflette?" Belba felt a trickle of her juices run down her thigh. The way he looked down at her made her feel so small, the deep timbre of his voice sent shivers down her spine, the bulge in his pants promised a package five times as big as a halfling's at least. She also had to resist the urge to run and hide; the impulse all Halflings felt when under the scrutiny of other races. No time to be overawed. Seductive. Be seductive. "Well sir," she said, returning the human's smile, "I have a bit of a problem." "Oh?" He sipped his ale. "What kind of problem?" She slowly slid her hand up his leg. "Well you see," she said breathily, "It's my pussy. It's just too tight! Could you, maybe..." She caressed his gargantuan cock through his pants. "Stretch it out for me? With your big, hard, thick human dick?" He took another sip of his ale, then paused for a moment before replying. "Do you know what the best thing is about you halflettes?" He asked. "That we're the perfect height to suck human cock without even kneeling down?" A cliché. Belba had heard it hundreds of times. He laughed. "That's pretty great too. But no. The best thing about halflettes is you're all so easy. If I take out my dick anywhere in this city, two or more halflettes will appear like magic and fight over who gets to suck it first. It's like your goddess designed you all to be the cumdumps of the entire world." Belba blushed. It was embarrassing, but true. "I fucking love halflettes!" he continued. "And that's why... I'm not going to fuck you." "I.. What?!" That didn't make any sense. "Did you know that ninety-five percent of all children born of Halfling females in the past year have been human?" Belba put her hands on her hips. "Well yeah, I didn't actually know that, but I kind of figured. I mean, no halflette that's been with a human will ever go back to fucking a Halfling, and since babies in the world of Manifest are always full-blooded members of their father's race, it makes sense that a lot of halflettes are having human babies. I've thought about doing it myself, to be honest." The human raised a finger. "But that means practically no new Halflings are being born. At this rate, your entire race will go extinct in less than a century." "Who the hell cares?" asked Belba, beginning to feel irritated. As far as she was concerned, the Halfling race had been doomed the first time a Halflette had laid eyes on non-halfling dick. "I care!" he declared. "I want my great grandchildren to enjoy easy halflette pussy, and their children, and their children." He raised his hand with mock solemnity. "I have taken... the Halflette Mother Fuckers Pledge." Now she was seriously pissed. "The what? What the fuck is that?" "Someone in the RNHR Committee thought it up." He pointed at his crotch. "For the preservation of the Halfling race I pledge that this cock will not go into a halflette unless at least one child of her own race has come out of her." "I have a Halfling kid," she lied. "Oh really?" He laughed. "In that case, take 'im down to the Prancing Puss- the RNHRC has an office there. They'll give you a special ribbon to show that you're a MILF- then any man as has taken the pledge will gladly stretch out you're little coochie for ya, miss. Till then, you're gonna have some problems feeding your sausage-hunger. Just about all the men out on the Draenae ranches have already taken the pledge, and probably the ones from the cities too. And if, as I suspect, you don't really have any kids, then I'd suggest finding a halfling bloke and getting busy." Belba pouted. "But I don't want any halfling kids. I'd much rather bear children for a big, strong, manly human like you." He looked at her sternly. "I ain't opposed to the idea putting a bun up in yer little toaster oven. Hell, wouldn't be the first time I knocked up a Halfling. But you gotta have at least one Halfling baby first, otherwise no dick for you. Now shoo. That fine MILF behind you looks like she wants my attention." The halflette in question rudely pushed Belba aside. She was at least ten years older than Belba was. "Man, you'll fuck this old bag, and not me?" She groaned petulantly. The human man picked up the older halflette, setting her in his lap. Her nimble fingers went to work on his belt buckle. "She has the ribbon," he said simply, pointing to her hair. Sure enough, in the older halflette's hair was a purple ribbon with the letters MILF spell proudly in gold. "Fuck off," said the MILF. Belba angrily strode away. She paused at the door of the tavern, looking back. The older halflette blew her a kiss across the room and grinned wickedly. Her grin turned to a look of utter ecstasy as the human lowered her onto his cock. --- Belba sighed, draining the last of her ale from her mug. It was nearly midnight and she had found absolutely zero willing human males to fuck her silly. What a disaster. At this point she was getting desperate. Maybe there was an elf in town who was in rut? Maybe she could slip into the stall of an orc slave... she wouldn't normally contemplate fucking an orc but right now she was drunk enough and horny enough to consider it. Just when she had made up her mind to try it, a human woman slid into the chair across from her. "Hello," she said. "I couldn't help but notice you're having some trouble finding companionship tonight, miss...?" "Belba," said Belba, slightly taken aback. Human women didn't often come to Halflingdale. She was gorgeous, with pale, unblemished skin and silky jet black hair. Belba hesitated before continuing. "I um, don't normally swing that way, but I'll make an exception tonight, if you like. Especially if you'd introduce me to some of your guy friends later." The human woman smiled. Damn, she was pretty. Yes, Belba would gladly make an exception for this one. "I appreciate the offer, Miss Belba, but I'm here on business today, not pleasure. I'm with the Intelligence Guild. My name is Fellen, by the way." "So you're like, some kind of spy?" "Exactly," said Fellen. "And I have a proposal for you, Miss Belba. If you agree, I can ensure you that your lust will be sated." Belba perked up. "I'm listening." "I'll need you to do some things for me," said Fellen, "But I can't tell you what things until you agree." Well, that was vague. "Some things" could mean anything from licking Fellen's pussy to carrying out an assassination. Still, Belba was over a barrel. Without a MILF ribbon, she was never going to get any human cock again, and LIKE HELL was she going to breed with a puny, scrawny, effeminate, tiny dicked, limp dicked premature ejaculator of a male Halfling. "I'm in," said Belba. "Good. Then here is your first assignment." Fellen leaned in, pointing with her thumb toward the back of the inn. "In about ten minutes, a group of halflings and halflettes are going to meet in that room back there. You are to attend the meeting and report back to me on what is said. The password to get into the meeting is 'Bil Basa's Shadow'. Got it?" Belba saluted. "Yes ma'am." -- Aldaldrida stormed through the doors of the minister's chamber in a rage. "Minister Toran, this new edict is absolutely INTOLERABLE! I demand that you repeal it at once!" Avathel Toran, Minister and de facto ruler of Halflingdale leaned over his desk, leering at Aldaldrida. Toran was an older human man, perhaps 45, with graying hair and an oily smile. "Princess Aldaldrida. How unexpected," he said in a bored tone. He had the power here and he knew it. Bastard. "I would stand to greet you, but... well..." A distinct slurping sound and a giggle came from beneath his desk. He smiled. "What part of my latest edict do you take issue with, princess? Not that it matters." Aldaldrida's face heated. This man, this human who her sister had entrusted the fate of all Halflingdale had no respect for his office or for the people he ruled. She sputtered with anger. "Allowing human merchants to do business in Halflingale is one thing, but exempting them from royal taxation is quite another! You'll drive Halfling merchants out of business with this policy. This edict is a clear violation of our national sovereignty and as a Princess of Halflingdale I cannot allow it!" Toran leaned back in his chair, looking bored. "As always, Princess, if you have a problem with my policy You should take it up with your sister the Queen, on whose authority I operate." That was his standard response. But then he grinned wickedly, continuing. "Of course that's only if she's willing to take her mouth off human cock long enough to talk with you, which I, personally, doubt." "How dare you speak of my sister so! She is the Queen of all Halflingdale. She could remove you from your position with a word!" Toran sighed patiently. "Perhaps the time has come for me to be frank with you, Princess. Your sister is a slave to her lusts, lusts that only humans can satisfy. Your city is ours. The Halfling race has been conquered by the human empire. Everyone knows this. You know this. So I have to wonder why you keep storming into my office every time I issue legislation. Perhaps you have some other motivation?" He openly leered at Aldaldrida's breasts. "It's a real shame no one is palming those big tits of yours. A real shame." Aldaldrida pointedly ignored the surge of wetness in her nether regions. These arrogant humans infuriated her. She hastily excused herself from the room. Aldaldrida found it best to limit her time in the presence of human men, especially if they expressed interest in carnality. It wouldn't do to fall into decadence as her sister had. Though it was infuriating, she accepted that the goddesses had created the different races with different abilities, and in the categories of physical prowess and sexuality, Halflings were the least gifted of all the races. This was simply the undeniable truth. Bil Basa, patron goddess of the Halflings, was the Lady of Night, the deity of shadow, concealment, secrecy. Halflings had a talent for going unnoticed by the other races and the Halfling strategy for world dominance involved waiting quietly in the shadows until the other races had killed each other off. Sadly, this strategy was no longer feasible in current conditions. Minister Toran was no longer even hiding how he served human interests. Curse him! Curse all humans! They thought that just because they were twice as tall as the tallest halflings and four times stronger, that they could do whatever they wanted! That they could have whichever halflette they wanted however they wanted, just because their penises were longer and thicker than a halflette's forearm... on average. She had heard that many were even bigger. Aldaldrida shook her head in an attempt to rid her mind of that image, but it didn't quite work. She felt a familiar heat and slickness in her traitorous nether regions. Curse the humans, even her own body rebelled against her. Thankfully there was still some time before tonight's meeting with Bil Basa's Shadow. She made her way to her bedchamber, slipping her new dildo from her dresser drawer and laying back on the bed. She gave the four-inch clay penis a lick to slick it up, slipping her other hand under her skirt to play with her pussy. In her mind, she conjured up an image of Telbo Flaggart, the famous halfling bachelor. Three years ago Telbo been considered the most attractive Halfling in the city state. These days he was a drunken wreck, but that didn't stop Aldaldrida from fantasizing about how he had once been. She slipped the dildo into her pussy, starting slowly but quickly picking up the pace, thrusting with ferocious hedonistic abandon up her snatch. But, try as she might, "satisfaction" did not come. Her arm was becoming tired. What was wrong with her? She had gotten this didlo only last week. At four inches it was bigger than the biggest recorded halfling's erect penis. How could it not satisfy her? She lay back on her bed, frustrated. Fucking humans. This was all their fault. She remembered minister Toran and his arrogant sneer, his tall stature, the way he looked down at her, like she was less than him, like she was nothing. And her quim quivered and moistened. His human gaze was indeed powerful. Ashamed, but too horny to care, Aldaldrida shoved the dildo back in her sopping twat. She remembered the slurping and giggling noises coming from beneath the minister's desk. A halflette had been down there, sucking his cock. What would it be like, she wondered, to suck a human cock? She pulled the dildo out of herself, bringing it up to her mouth. Was Minister Toran's cock as big as this? Probably. Most humans were even bigger, or so she had heard. She imagined herself standing before a human, massive dick dangling erect mere inches from her face. She was, as the cliché went, short enough to suck him without kneeling down. She imagined herself licking the tip, doing the same to her dildo as her other hand continued to furiously play with her clit. Then the human in her imagination (who was as arrogant and self-centered as all humans are) grabbed her head and thrust his cock down her throat. Aldaldrida gagged as she frantically shoved her dildo deep into her throat in imitation of her imagination. Her back arched and she reached climax within seconds, gushing all over her legs and her sheets. Coming down from her orgasmic high, she shuffled off the bed and into the bath. She might be a little late for her meeting, but she needed to wash off the stink of sex and shame before meeting with her friends-the one group of Halflings who still resisted the humans. -- The dimly lit room quieted as Aldaldrida passed through the doors. Even with a dark hooded cloak to hide her face she was instantly recognizable thanks to the freakishly large size of her breasts. Her elder sister had often teasingly called her "titty princess" during their adolescence, and the nickname had stuck, though few dared use it in her presence. She lowered her hood. "Bil Basa's Shadow," she proclaimed. "May She shelter us all," murmured the assembled halflings and halflettes. The familiar faces of the secret Halfling society reassured Aldaldrida. The smith, Bondo, smoked his pipe in the corner, his face carrying his usual sour expression. Valbet, the seamstress, smiled at Aldaldrida encouragingly. She was one of the few unmarried halflettes in the Shadow. Rubar, the owner of the inn, and Teli, his wife looked pretty grim, though they seemed to cheer up when they saw her. There were many others. And, surprisingly, there was an unfamiliar halflette at the end of one of the room's tables. She must have been a new recruit. The Shadow got few enough of those these days, especially female ones. Aldaldrida resolved to talk with her personally after the meeting. For now, there were more important issues to attend to. She sat down at the small table at the head of the room. "We meet in the Shadow of our Goddess to advance the cause of the Halfling," she announced, formally starting the meeting. Eubart, the pudgy baker, quickly stood and spoke. "Princess," he said, "Have you heard the latest human outrage?" "Yes," she replied. "The Minister's taxation policies are indeed intolerable. But before we get to that-" "Taxation policies?" Eubart broke in. "I was speaking of the so-called 'Mother Fuckers Pledge' that the human men have taken." "Mother... I had not heard of this. What exactly does this pledge entail?" "The humans swear not to have carnality with any halflette save those who are the mothers of Halfling children. Mothers of Halfling children, or MILFs, as the humans call them, are issued a special ribbon denoting their status." Aldaldrida frowned. "Well, that is awfully patronizing of them. Still, isn't this good news?" "Tell that to my twelve year old son!" Eubart wailed. "My wife took him in to the humans in order to get one of those ribbons. Now she wears it day and night, showing off her eligibility to the humans. How is my son supposed to grow up with pride as a halfling?" "Indeed," said Bompher the tanner. "My wife has never wanted children, but now she suddenly does. She denies it, but I know the true reason she suddenly wants a kid is so that she can ignore him, and me, and go back to choking on human cock." Aldaldrida pounded her fist on the table. "Language, Bompher!" She admonished. "We are Halflings, not humans. Never refer to carnality with such direct terms, as they do." Bompher sat down, embarrassed. Aldaldrida sighed, shaking her head. Then she began to speak. "My fellow halflings and halflettes, these are trying times for us all. Once this city was the pride and joy of the Halfling race, proof of our ingenuity and industriousness. Now it is a wretched hive of human scum and carnal baseness. Manifest Fantasy Ch. 02 "My father wanted better for us. His untimely death a year ago shook us all. Like you, I suspected foul play on the part of the humans, but could find no proof. My elder sister, who should have been the one to lead us, has instead fallen under the humans' sway by carnal means. She cares nothing for her own race and has abandoned her responsibilities. It falls to me, now, to lead you. "Sadly, I fear Halflingdale is beyond saving. We cannot defeat the might of the human empire with force of arms, or even with covert operations. We have but two choices. We can accept our fate as a slave race- subjugated as thoroughly as the orcs. Or we can follow the teachings of our goddess, to remain unseen and await the destruction of the other races by their own hands." From her sleeve, she produced a scroll. She unrolled it on the table, revealing it to be a map. "Halflingdale is lost," she said. "But there is an island, here, in the middle of the sea, uncharted and unknown to any but myself and a few of my servants. The climate there is ideal for growing wheat and oats, and the surrounding seas team with fish. There a select few of us will rebuild our civilization, and wait unseen for our chance to rise." Bondo the smith grunted, taking his pipe from his mouth to speak. "Probably for the best, all things considered. How will we decide who gets to go on this voyage of yours, princess?" "The ship I have acquired will take up to 200 passengers," she replied. "Fifty of the youngest and finest of the female members of the Shadow will board the ship in three days' time. You fine gentlehalflings will have to draw straws to determine which 50 will accompany us." "But you said that the ship could carry 200 people," said the new halflette in the back. Aldaldrida leaned over the table, grinning. "Yes, I did. You see, much as I admire the teachings of the goddess, simply abandoning my home to the humans without some sort of resistance would leave a bad taste in my mouth. So I hatched a little scheme." "Interesting," rumbled Bondo. "What kind of scheme?" Aldaldrida lowered her voice, speaking conspiratorially to the assembled members of the Shadow. "At the end of each work week, most of the male humans who work the Draenae ranches journey to Halflingdale for R&R. But there are women on the ranches too, and they mostly do not accompany the men." "Yes, we know that, princess," said Valbet, the seamstress. The men come down to the city to f- er... 'enjoy carnality' with halflettes. I have heard that human women of the ranches find us halflettes to be an annoyance because they can't get their men to commit to marriage due to all the easy, tight, ah... 'femininity' that is available in Halflingdale." "Well if they're so dissatisfied, perhaps they won't mind joining our little voyage," Aldaldrida snickered. "As slaves, of course. Not that they'll have a choice." "We're going to kidnap human women?" Asked Rubar the innkeeper. "Excellent," laughed Eubart. "Let's show the humans what it's like to have their loved ones taken away and treated like slaves!" "Why not kidnap some human men, instead?" Asked Valbet. "They're all over the place. With some drugs capturing them would be a snap, and no one would look for them for weeks. Everyone would just assume they were passed out in an alley somewhere." "From what I understand about humans, the females are more docile and submissive than the males," said Aldaldrida. "They'll make better slaves. Easier to keep in line." There was of course, another reason that was better left unsaid. Halflettes simply could not be trusted anywhere near male humans. Hell, Aldaldrida barely trusted herself in the presence of human men. Of course, male halflings were not necessarily any more trustworthy around human women either. But that was fine. Children were always the same race as their father. These unlucky human women would become conduits for the glorious Halfling race. It would serve them right. -- As the meeting of Bil Basa's Shadow ended, Belba slipped away and made her way up the stairs. She made her way down the hall to the human-sized rooms, checking to see if she was being followed. She stopped before the (imposing, human sized) fourth door on the left. Three swift knocks, followed by a pause, then one last knock. The door opened, revealing Fellen. Even in a nightgown, the woman was imposing. She gestured, and Belba followed her into the room. It was a standard human inn room, with little more than a bed, washstand, and mirror, all human sized. Belba had been fucked in countless rooms just like this one. Fellen sat down on her bed, crossing her legs. Belba had to admire the sheer length of those legs. She realized she was staring, blinked, and looked up at Fellen's face. The human was smiling knowingly. "Report," she ordered. Belba told her everything that happened at the meeting of Bil Basa's Shadow, starting with the arrival of Princess Aldaldrida. That had been a big surprise to Belba, but Fellen merely nodded, saying "We suspected she might be involved." When Belba reached the part about the voyage, Fellen chuckled. The part about the kidnapping plot made her eyes flash dangerously. "Docile?" she purred. "The little princess thinks human women are docile, does she?" Belba certainly didn't think so. Even sitting on her bed in a nightgown, Fellen was imposing. After Belba had finished recounting the events of the meeting, the tall human continued to look at her, as if expecting something more. Her gaze alone made Belba squirm and her pussy leak. She needed an orgasm soon or she would go insane. "Um, Miss Fellen," she said. "About what we agreed-" "Yes," said Fellen, tilting her head. "You want your reward, don't you Belba? Don't you worry, I'll make sure you cum your brains out. But first, I have another offer for you. How would you like to work for me full time? There are plenty of men in the intelligence guild. So long as you're obedient, I'll see to it that you get plenty of cock, no ribbon required. What do you say?" Belba considered. "Do I get paid?" "I think you know the answer to that," Fellen said lightly. "Do I at least get room and board?" "Of course." Fellen smiled. "My room. My board." Belba flushed as she noted the implications. Entering a full time relationship like this was a big step, and she wasn't sure she was ready. On the other hand, her needy pussy cried out for someone to touch it, preferably a human someone. Plus, in her darkest, most sex obsessed dreams she had often fantasized about becoming a full-time fuckslave... "Ok," she finally assented. "I'll work for you. But please, I need to be fucked right NOW!" Fellen smiled and crooked her finger. "It's a bit late to call one of my boys. I'll just take care of you myself tonight, little one." Belba practically ran to the bed. Fellen picked her up under her arms and effortlessly lifted her, setting her face down on the bed. Her fingers began to seek the horny halflette's breasts, her nipples, her pussy, and her asshole. Belba moaned in delight, and then in erotic agony as the pleasurable stimulation ceased. The tall human bent to whisper in her ear. "Before I formally initiate you into the Intelligence Guild, I want you to be very clear on what it is that I'm asking of you. The Intelligence Guild's mission is to identify and eliminate any obstacle to human domination. In other words, by joining us, you will be helping people like me dominate, use, and exploit people just like you. That doesn't bother you does it?" Shame burned in Belba's gut but that didn't change her answer. "No, Fellen, it doesn't bother me at all! Now please fuck me!" Fellen laughed. "From now on, you will address me as 'Mistress Fellen'." "Yes, Mistress Fellen." Belba's new Mistress pulled her up over her lap and yanked up her skirt, baring her tiny Halfling ass to the cool night air. She took a hairbrush from her nightstand and placed its cool back against Belba's steaming pussy. "You little whore," Mistress Fellen cooed. "Willing to sell out your own race just to get off." She brought the hairbrush down hard on Belba's ass, making her squeal in pain and desire. Mistress Fellen gently probed Belba's pussy and clit with the fingers of her other hand as she continued to wail on her ass. The young halflette writhed in the strong arms of the human woman, unsure if she were trying to escape the pain of the spanking or if she was just trying to get off on Fellen's fingers. "So then," Fellen hissed. "Tell me why you're such a little race-traitor, whore!" "B-Because humans are... are better!" Belba stammered. "Hmmm? And how are we better?" "Umph," Belba panted, close to orgasm. "You're bigger. Stronger. More d-" she bit her lip, squealing in pain at a particularly hard spank. "More dominant," she finished. "That's what it comes down to, doesn't it?" The hairbrush spanking stopped, and instead Fellen held her steady as she began to work her pinky into Belba's quim. Belba quivered, edging ever closer to climax as Fellen continued to speak. "You know the human empire spent a great deal of time deliberating about the best way to subjugate Halflingdale. After all, the orcs couldn't do it at the height of their power. We knew that if you lot felt like you were under attack, you would flee and hide the way you did against the orcs. So this is the strategy we devised. We encouraged the citizens of the empire to go to Halflingdale, not as enemies, but as visitors. These visitors would naturally start making requests, then demands, then orders. She sneered. "The lot of you Halflings are so physically and mentally weak that you can hardly deny a single order. The sexual aspect is really just an extension of your race's complete lack of backbone. Tell me, little slut, is there such a thing as a dominant Halfling?" "No," Belba grunted. Then she closed her eyes and came, hard. She felt Mistress Fellen's strong hands carress her breasts as her body writhed in the human's strong arms. Waves of pleasure beat against her mind like waves against a cliff in a storm. At last, her pleasure subsided. She lay limp in Mistress Fellen's embrace, breathing hard. She hadn't expected to feel such intense pleasure with another woman- just from her fingers, no less! Although part of it was the intrinsic hotness of admitting the inferiority of her own race... Mistress Fellen pulled her up and lowered her mouth to Bebla's, kissing her deeply, powerfully. The tired halflette just accepted the kiss, head still spinning from the orgasm only moments before. Fellen finally pulled her mouth away and gave her a quick peck on the forehead. "You are so cute, little one! Cumming so hard on my pinky like that..." Belba's new Mistress gently laid her face up on the bed, straddling her small Halfling body. Then, with one, swift motion, Fellen pulled her nightgown over her head and tossed to the floor. As Belba stared up at her beautiful, statuesque body, she couldn't help but feel a small twinge of fear. She had been with human men who were much bigger and stronger than Fellen, but the woman was somehow more intimidating. Maybe it was her aura of mystery. After all, Belba had known exactly what all those men had wanted of her. As Fellen straddled her small body, Belba gazed up into her eyes, and knew one thing with certainty. Whatever her new mistress wanted from Belba, she would give without a moment's hesitation. Fellen took Belba's head in her hands. "Belba," She said with an air of authority, "Do you solemnly swear to serve the ascent of Humanity above and beyond all else, under my direction?" "Yes, Mistress," purred the satisfied halflette. "Welcome to the Intelligence Guild." Fellen thrust her hips forward, presenting her pussy to her new slave. "For your first official mission, I command you to suck my clit. It's probably as big as a Halfling cock anyway." "Bigger than most, actually," Belba purred, grinning. She raised her head and opened her mouth to please her new mistress. -- Aldaldrida smiled as all five of the carts she had commissioned rolled up to the docks. The raid on the humans had gone off without a hitch. Most of the poor human women hadn't even seen them before the needle filled with a powerful sedative had pierced their flesh. Bondo the smith hopped down off the foremost cart, bowing. "Princess. Is the ship loaded and ready?" "All but the most important cargo- our human breeding cows." "Should we strip them?" Eubart asked, practically drooling. "That'll show them their place, eh?" She considered for a moment. On one hand, stripping the humans would send a powerful message. On the other hand, she had to consider the humans' sexual power. Being stripped would surely shame a Halfling, but humans were tall and statuesque- what fear would such a creature have of nudity? "No," she finally replied. "Leave their clothes on. Carry them to the ship and stash them in the hold. By the time they come too we should be out of sight of land." Carrying the new slaves from the carts into the ship was a difficult process. It took at least 4 halflings to lift and carry each human. As they toiled, Aldaldrida saw fear in the eyes of the halflings. She couldn't blame them. Slipping poison in someone's drink or shooting them with a crossbow from behind a hedge was one thing. Halflings excelled at that kind of quiet work. But kidnapping? That was a little too... direct. Too confrontational. It made them uncomfortable. Aldaldrida made sure to exude confidence, even bluster. She even bent her rule about talking openly about carnality, making suggestive comments about the humans and how they would serve the men of New Halflingdale. "P-princess!" Squeaked Bompher. She hurried over to the carts. "What is it?" she asked, worried. Bompher pointed to the last woman in the cart. Her eyes were open. She was awake. Aldaldrida fought off a wave of fear. The woman was still bound and gagged- no reason for alarm. She breathed deeply. The next thing she noticed was that this one was much prettier than the others. Especially fetching was her shiny black hair. She stared in defiance at Aldaldrida. All the halfings shied away from her, unwilling to touch the conscious human. She had to show them that there was nothing to fear. So, mastering her own unease she hopped up into the cart and planted a foot right between the human woman's breasts. "Ha!" she crowed. Not so big now are you, bitch?" She threw back her head and laughed. It felt good to step on a human for once. Her display must have reassured her fellow halflings, because they carried the woman aboard the ship without further ado. Then Aldaldrida herself boarded the vessel, the aptly named Halflings Hope, and ordered the anchor weighed. The voyage to the new home of the Halfling race was about to begin. -- The sun had just fallen below the horizon when Belba slipped away from the on-deck festivities. Her fellow Halflings were in high spirits, blissfully unaware of whatever hell Mistress Fellen had planned for them. Belba smirked as she made her way below decks to the hold. Things aboard the Halflings Hope were about to get very interesting. In the darkness of the hold she searched among the dress clad humans, finally finding Mistress Fellen. She quickly untied the bonds around her Mistress's arms and legs. Fellen sat up, pulling the gag from her mouth. She smiled. "Thank you, pet," she purred, the sultry timbre of her voice causing Belba's twat to moisten. "Now, help me with the others." Belba moved over to the closest of the other human women and bent to untie her. With a start, she realized that the "woman" in question was actually a man in a dress. She hurriedly untied his hands. He spat out his gag and sat up. "Fellen you bitch," he hissed angrily. "You never told me this mission involved getting knocked out and tied up!" He bent to untie his own legs as Belba moved onto the next prisoner, upon close inspection also clearly a man. "Oh stop whining, Biran," Fellen retorted as she untied another of the 99 dress-clad human men. "Unexpected things happen all the time in our line of work." The man named Biran sighed, as if depressed. "Why? Out of all the operatives you could have requested, why did you have to draft me into this crazy mission?" "There were only so many guys I could find on short notice who would look convincing in drag," Fellen replied. "So you're saying I look like a girl?!" he roared. Fellen grinned. "Kind of, yeah." She laughed, and so did the other men still waiting to be untied. "Oh you can laugh it up now, you cunt," Biran muttered darkly. "But someday..." "Someday what?" Fellen laughed, rolling her eyes. "Someday I'll fuck you up the ass," Biran replied in an overly dramatic, grim, gravelly tone. "And on that day... on that day you will beg me to use lube. And I will look down and whisper: no." This got another laugh from the assembled men, now mostly free of their bonds. Even Fellen herself roared with laughter. Belba looked up with worry. The Halflings on the deck might hear this ruckus. Then what? When the laughter finally died down, all the humans were free. "Attention!" Fellen cried, causing all her subordinates to fall silent. "This ship is the last, best hope for Halfling independence. The halflings and halflettes aboard this vessel are the last remnants of Halfling resistance to the power of the human empire. Gentlemen, we are going to crush them." One of the men raised his hand. "Um, yes. Do we really need to wear dresses while we crush them?" "Oh for the love of... No. Go ahead and strip, lads." Fellen followed her own advice, turning her back and doing a sexy little dance as her skirts hit the floor. Belba watched with wide eyes and watering mouth as her mistress's succulent form was revealed. Fellen stood naked, confident and unashamed in front of ninety nine men. Then, suddenly, Belba found herself in halflette heaven. A hundred naked human men stood around her, their mammoth dicks hanging at her eye level. It was more cock than she had ever seen, more inches, she had no doubt, than the entire combined population of Halflingdale. Even the smallest among these cocks was twice the size of the biggest of Halfling penises. Belba was so wet she felt dehydrated. "LADS," cried Fellen, "TAKE THIS SHIP!" -- When the horde of naked human men stormed onto the deck, Aldaldrida tried to rally her countrymen and fight back, but to no avail. Most of her fellow halflings simply cowered at the sight of so many humans aggressively advancing upon them, and many tried to flee as far as the small ship allowed. In a matter of minutes the humans had control of the entire vessel. The Halflings, Aldaldrida included, were herded into a group on the starboard side of the deck, surrounded by the humans, who stroked their oversized penises suggestively. The ringleader was the one Aldaldrida had stepped on earlier that day. She was apparently the only one of the captured humans who was actually a woman. "Princess," said the black-haired human, miming a curtsy despite the fact that she wore no dress, showing mock respect. Like the men, she stood in the buff, radiating confidence and power. Aldaldrida had to admit, the woman had no cause to be ashamed of her tall, powerful, shapely body. She had to fight the urge to cower like the other Halflings. Aldaldrida kept her back straight and her head held high, not letting her eyes stray beneath the waistline of any of the surrounding humans. "Who are you?" She demanded. "I am called Fellen," the woman responded, "but you should address me as 'Mistress'." "What do you want with us?" asked Aldaldrida, refusing to rise to the human's taunts. Manifest Fantasy Ch. 02 The insufferably tall human grinned, gesturing to the men around her. "Well, my boys here are a little upset that you mistook them for women. They're just aching for the chance to prove their manhood to you halflettes. Aren't you, Boys?" The men cheered, stroking their cocks and wagging their eyebrows suggestively. "We're turning this ship around," Fellen continued, "And before we get back to Halflingdale, every halflette aboard this vessel will be sore and full of spunk. That's a promise." Aldaldrida closed her eyes. It felt like her body was on fire. She knew these big, strong, tall, hung humans were about to have their way with her. They were going to rape her. There was no way out... Her pussy practically dripped. She was flesh and blood. She had always felt the temptation, just like every other halflette. She had resisted, for pride and for her people. To surrender to lust would have been a betrayal of her people. Now in the cocks of the human men before her, she saw the end. She knew that if one of those giant phalli penetrated her, she would fall. Well then, at the very least, she would be defiant to the end. Aldaldrida breathed deep, then looked Fellen in the eyes. "You arrogant, self-serving, brutish human scum! How dare you? How DARE you? You come into halflingdale with your strength and your arrogance and your huge genitals and you think you can just... just TAKE whatever you want? That the ancient and proud Halfling Race will just forget it's thousands of years of proud independence and kneel before you like you're some kind of gods? And if that fails, I suppose you'll just use force! STEAL our homes and RAPE our women! The lot of you are no better than dirty, BLOODTHIRSTY ORCS!" She spread her arms. "Well come on then, brutes. Come and rape the Halfling Princess! But know this: no matter how big you are, you are BENEATH me. Beneath us!" She breathed heavily, facing the naked horde of humans, their massive cocks at her eye level. For a moment, there was silence. Then, the woman known as Fellen laughed. "Rape? You mistake us, Princess! Why, I doubt any halflette in history has been raped by a human. Never fear, we'll be taking volunteers only. Starting with this one." She stepped aside, revealing a naked halflette. "You..." Aldaldrida trailed off, confused. "You're the new girl. Belba." Belba was unabashedly masturbating, rubbing her breasts and pussy with her hands while staring at all the huge human cocks that surrounded her. When the princess spoke she turned her gaze reluctantly toward her. "Yes," she said. Aldaldrida's eyes widened as she came to a horrible realization. "You betrayed us," she said quietly. "Yes," Belba confirmed. "You sold us out... all for what? Dick? You betrayed your race all for some cheap carnal pleasure? You abandoned the teachings of our goddess?" "Bil Basa teaches us to be invisible," Belba moaned, still rubbing herself. "I don't want to lurk unseen in the shadows. I want to be noticed. Especially by big, powerful, superior, dominant humans. I want them to see me and lust after me. And fuck me." She turned to Fellen. "Mistress, please," she panted. "I have done all you asked. May I please have my reward?" "Certainly," Fellen replied. She turned to her male followers. "We've got our first volunteer, boys!" The men cheered loudly. One of them approached Belba, lifting her into the air with ease. The lusty, treasonous halflette spread her legs eagerly, moaning "Yes, finally some cock!" while the human lined up his seven inch cock with her visibly moist pint-sized pussy. Another man moved up behind Belba, pushing his six-inch member between the cheeks of her ass. Her eyes widened. "T-two at once?!" she stuttered. "I-I-I don't know guys. I've never GAAAAAAHHHH!!" She cut off as the humans pulled her downward, Impaling her cunt and asshole on their human cocks. Aldaldrida managed to tear her eyes away from the two massive cocks, but her gaze was captured by the face of the traitorous halflette. She watched as Belba's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth hanging agape in a silent scream of ecstasy. The two men settled into a rhythm, bouncing Belba back and forth between them, alternating stuffing her asshole and pussy. Barely a minute had passed before she began to scream. "Oh goddess. Oh, FUCK! I'm CUMMING! FUUUUUUUUCK!!" A stream of clear juices gushed from her pussy, splattering against the legs and stomach of the man fucking her from the front and pouring down onto the deck. The humans stopped their thrusts only for a moment to let her ride out her orgasm, then kept on wailing on her pussy and ass. She had two more explosive orgasms over the next ten minutes, while the assembled Halflings looked on in awe. Finally, their thrusts began to get erratic, and, almost simultaneously, they jammed their cocks to the hilt in Belba in one final thrust, their massive ballsacks tightening as they emptied their loads into her pussy and ass. At last they lowered her, barely conscious, to the deck, cum dripping from both of her gaping holes. Then, one by one, the halflettes of the Halfling's Hope crossed the deck, walking willingly into the arms of their new human masters. Aldaldrida alone held back, watching her sisters, one by one, abandon the cause of the Halfling... and their male halfling partners. Telba the miller's wife even gave her husband a swift kick in the balls when he tried to stop her, causing him to bend over in pain. All across the deck, Halfling women were picked up, bent over, pushed to the ground and impaled on hard human cock. A young Halfling girl named Euba, (nineteen years old) was hoisted into the air between two men, who thrust their enormous rods into her ass and down her throat respectively. They pulled their hands away from her, laughing as she hung suspended between them, held up only by cock. Valbet the seamstress stood before three humans, stroking two cocks with her hands while she attempted to cram the entire nutsack of the third man into her mouth, coughing and slurping. Telba moaned in ecstasy as a human pounded her from behind, pulling her back into his thrusts with a fist in her hair. "Oh goddess. Your cock is FIVE TIMES bigger than my husbands! OHHH FUUU-ummmph." She was cut off as another man shoved his cock in her mouth. She dutifully began to suck. Every particle of Aldaldrida's being was screaming at her to join her fellow halflettes in sluttish service to the sexually superior humans. Somehow, she held herself back, her arousal soaking straight through her panties and trickling down her legs, her knees trembling, panting, eyes glued to the lurid scene of sexual ownership of her entire species. The male halflings by and large made no move to disrupt the fuckfest. Most of them simply looked on in shame, though a few curled up, closing their eyes and covering their ears. Fellen, laughing, approached them. "I suppose turnabout is fair play, eh?" She turned about, kneeling on the deck and bending over to present the assembled halfling males with her wet pussy and shapely ass. "Well come on then," she said. None of the halflings moved. "Oh, come on! she moaned in mock frustration, swaying her ass back and forth. "I'm wet, willing, and bent over. Isn't there a single halfling here who thinks he can handle me?" Again, no response from the male halflings. Fellen smirked, standing. "That's what I thought. Remember that, you pussy ass half-sized bitches. The Halfling race is a race of sluts..." she pointed at the other half of the ship, where the halflettes were still being fucked into oblivion, "and wimpy useless cuckolds," she concluded, pointing at the male halflings. "The only useful thing you losers will ever do is look after your wive's growing brood of human bastards while she ventures out every night to get fucked by a real man. A human man. As for me, I'll just have to take my pleasure from your women too." Fellen approached Aldaldrida. "You look lonely, princess," she said to the wide-eyed royal halflette. Why don't you eat my pussy?" Aldaldrida hesitated, although she felt a powerful urge to do what the beautiful human asked. "I... I don't..." Fellen put one finger under her chin and tilted her head back, forcing Aldaldrida to gaze into her blazing green eyes. "Eat. My. Pussy. Bitch." She put one leg up on a barrel. Aldaldrida quailed under Fellen's demanding demeanor, and nodded reluctantly. Slowly, she moved herself forward. As her tongue at last made contact with the human's moist folds, her senses were overwhelmed by the powerful musk of the human pussy. A small portion of Aldaldrida's brain marveled at the shape and size of Fellen's snatch. This was not the small hole of the halflette. This was a pussy clearly designed for the massive human cock, with layers of soft folds of flesh and a clit rivaling the size of a halfling penis. Aldaldrida found herself cupping the human's buttocks and leaning in, lavishing the lips of Fellen's labia with her tongue, losing herself in heady worship of the woman who had brought ruin to the last hope for Halfling independence. She wasn't sure how long she lapped at Fellen's coochie, but at last a torrent of tasty girl-cum poured into her mouth and over her face as the tall human sighed in satisfaction. Finally, Fellen pulled away. Aldaldrida fell to her knees, gasping for breath. "Tasty, huh?" Fellen cooed. "N-not bad," Aldaldrida admitted. Fellen laughed. "Well I'll be! You haven't fallen yet, have you princess?" "No," said Aldaldrida stubbornly. "Why not?" Why not? Aldaldrida tried to remember. Why was she still mentally resisting the fog of lust that clouded her mind? It was hard to think. Finally, she said "Humans... are better at fucking. But sex isn't everything. Not everything is about how big your cock is or... or how good your pussy tastes." "I see," Fellen said. Then she turned, gesturing to a human man from across the deck. "Biggun!" she shouted. "Over here!" A human of exceptional size lumbered across the deck to Fellen. "What is it, boss?" he said in an impossibly deep voice. Aldaldrida never did get a good look at his face. Her eyes were glued to his utterly titanic rod, eleven inches of vieny, thick, hard human meat. "This one needs to experience what a real man can do to a pint-sized halfling bitch. Why don't you show her?" "You got it," he replied. Aldaldrida found herself face to face with the man's massive ballsack, his cock arching above her head like a flying buttress in a cathedral of obscenity. She laughed. She couldn't help herself. It was just so absurd. There was no way he could fit inside her... could he? "Suck my cock." The command washed over Aldaldrida like a tidal wave, robbing her of what strength she had left. Her legs gave out and she fell to her knees. The man, Biggun, looked down at her, puzzled. "How ya gonna suck my cock from way down there?" he asked. Then he bent down, grasping her by the ankle. She barely had time to squeal before he picked her up, dangling her upside down at arms length, face mere inches away from the crown of his vaginal obliterator. "Suck," He repeated. So she opened her mouth and began to suck. She couldn't even fit the head of his cock into her mouth, but she sucked, licked and worshipped all over the tip with feverish abandon, tasting the juices of at least one halflette who he had fucked mere minutes ago. She doubted she could ever get him off this way, but it did seem to amuse him at least. At last he flipped her over and lowered her sopping pussy onto the spit-wet tip of his monster cock. He began to push. There was no way he was going to fit. He pushed harder. And then, to her mixed delight and dismay, her cunt began to give way before his relentless pressure, the tip, the head, and inch after inch of cock more than half the width of her own waist sliding, forcing its way into her body. The process of him pushing the rest of his cock into her was both the most painful and the most pleasurable thing she had ever felt, and impossibly it worked. As his balls pressed against her ass, Aldaldrida gasped, feeling eleven inches of human meat inside her. Such a penetration simply shouldn't be possible. His cock should be pushing up into her chest cavity nearly up to her neck due to it's extreme length, and yet she felt somehow, her pussy contained every inch of that massive mast of manflesh. Indeed, she could feel the tip pressed firmly (and somewhat painfully) against her cervix. It must be a miracle. The goddesses had decided to show mercy on Aldaldrida, somehow allowing her to take a cock nearly the length of her entire torso balls deep. Then, in one swift motion, he pulled her off his cock, leaving only the blunt tip of his rod inside her. She gasped, panting for breath, and bracing herself for the next thrust... But that thrust didn't come. At last, she stuttered, "P-please! Fuck me!" "Say 'this pussy belongs to the human race'." He commanded. "W-what?" "Say it If you want to get fucked, you little bitch." She paused, face heating. Then, softly, she said it. "This pussy belongs to the human race." The big human slammed her down onto his big cock, then slowly pulled her up again, leaving only the tip inside her. She was on the edge. She waited. He didn't put it back in. "This pussy belongs to the human race," she said again. And as he pushed his pussy pounder back into her twat, she came. And with that, she fell. "This pussy belongs to the human race!" she cried. "This pussy belongs to the human race! Oh, Bil Basa help me, this pussy belongs to THE HUMAN RACE!!" She screamed it over and over again. Her first orgasm had scarcely ended when the second overwhelmed her. It was followed by a third. A fourth, a fifth. She lost count. Some indeterminate time later, Biggun set her face down on the deck. For a moment, she thought he was done with her. Then he loomed over her, grasping her hips and pulling her ass upward, the length of his shaft sliding down the crack of her ass until the tip was resting gently against her asshole, promising fresh pleasure and pain on a scale Aldaldrida couldn't even fathom. "Say it," he rumbled. Aldaldrida was forced to face reality. She would never be able to resist the will of any human ever again. She would obey. Always obey. She was basically owned, a slave to the giant, big-dicked people of Fel Alda. And she loved it. "My asshole belongs to the human race," she rasped. Manifest Fantasy Ch. 03 Warning: This chapter involves Futas-herms-dickgrils- whatever you want to call them. If you aren't into that, just skip this chapter. Pretend it doesn't exist. ***** Equina carefully kept her face hidden with the cowl of her robe, and her hands hidden in the folds of her sleeves. If anyone in the crowded tavern saw the blue hue of her skin, discovered that she was a Horsewoman, who knows what trouble she'd be in. The thought saddened Equina's heart. Only two years past, her people had roamed wild and free on the vast Drae Prairie. Then the humans had come, with their nets and their tranquilizers. Now, the Horsewomen were practically cattle, milked to slake the thirst of the consumerist human society. Equina had been away from the herd the day the humans had come, and so she had narrowly escaped the fate of her people, fleeing to nearby Halflingdale. Equina didn't hate the humans for what they had done to her people. After all, they were merely following the commands of the Goddesses to seek dominance over Manifest. The Horsewomen also had plotted to dominate the world for the glory of Tu Wylda, goddess of the wild, but those hopes were dashed now, as nearly every one of her kind now served as livestock for the human Guild of Agriculture. At this rate, the humans might just conquer all of Manifest. She had heard that the dominion of the humans had expanded not only over her own people, but also the orcs. Plus, she could see from her seat in this very tavern that the humans essentially owned Halflingdale as well. At a nearby table, a large, bearded human man gulped down the last of his ale, bouncing a young Halfling girl up and down on his cock with his other hand. The girl was out of her mind with pleasure, eyes rolled back and drool dripping down her chin as she was repeatedly penetrated by the big, eight inch human cock. Halfling females were notoriously weak when it came to large male genetalia, and Halfling males were well known to be extremely weak in that area. The human beckoned to a male Halfling (likely the father of the girl he was fucking) and demanded more ale. The male Halfling bowed pathetically, then scampered off to fetch it. Equina had seen the same scene play out countless times over the past few weeks. Halflingdale, once the home of the proud, fiercely independent Halfling race, was now the red light district of the human empire. Since the offspring of an interracial mating were always full-blooded members of their father's race, that meant it was only a matter of time before the Halfling race was bred out of existence. Equina felt her pussy moisten and her cock twitch as she viewed the lurid scene. For a moment, she wondered what that Halfling girl would have thought of Equina's dick- she seemed to love the human's so much, but Equina was bigger soft than that human was hard. Of course, the humans had other advantages. The horse cocks of the Horsewomen were larger than those of other races, but getting an erection was also more difficult. Generally it took a full breeding chain just to get one Horsewoman hard enough to mate with another. Horsewomen were different from other races in many ways, of course. Hooves instead of feet. Blue skin. Plus, there were no "male" Horsewomen, strictly speaking. Though every one of them had a feminine appearance, each sported a fully functioning horse cock and a set of balls in addition to her vagina, womb, and ovaries. Equina had often wondered what it would be like to have just a penis and no pussy, or vice versa. The one she was waiting for was late. Was that a bad sign? She took the letter out of her sleeve, once again reading its suspicious message. I know what you are, and I can help you. Meet me at the Surly Wench Pub at 9:00. The letter was signed "Marissa, member RNRC". Equina had heard of the "RNHRC", the Rights of the Non-Human Races Committee. As the name suggested, they were a group of humans who agitated for better treatment of those races that the humans had subjugated. Apparently, thanks to their efforts, it was now legal for a human man to marry a non-human woman, though the reverse was still not true. Equina didn't know if she could trust this Marissa, but the woman knew her identity. The fact was, if she wanted to betray Equina, Equina was screwed. To divert herself, she turned her eyes back to the other table. The bearded human was still jacking the Halfling girl up and down on his cock. Another Halfling woman knelt under the table, licking and kissing the human's balls. That woman was more mature, possibly the mother of the first. This shocked Equina. Among the Horsewoman, only the weakest and lowest member of the herd would put her lips to balls. Equina looked on in awe as the man, still holding his ale in one hand, took his other hand off of the daughter in order to push the mother's face further into his nuts. The daughter remained impaled, sticking out from the man at a 45 degree angle, supported by nothing but the cock in her pussy. Equina couldn't help but fantasize as she viewed the lewd feet of sexual prowess. What would it be like to get that hard? What would it be like to have something that hard inside of you? She was jolted out of her fantasy when a human woman slid into the chair across from her. She was perhaps 25 years old, with a curvy build and a pretty face. Her hands twitched slightly as she quickly looked Equina's cloaked figure up and down. Equina hesitated. "Marissa?" she finally asked. "Yes," said the human woman. Her eyes were bloodshot, as if she hadn't slept for days, but she was filled with a kind of nervous energy. "There is little time. The Guild of Agriculture knows you're here. We need to leave right now." Panic gripped Equina's heart. So the ranchers had found her at last. She had no desire to spend the rest of her life in a stall, jerking her cock into a rancher's bucket, and no desire to be impregnated so that they could harvest her breast milk either. Marissa stood and beckoned. "Come with me." Equina stood and followed her to the door, careful to walk slowly so that her hooves wouldn't make an audible 'clop' on the tavern's wooded floor. Once she was outside, she whispered, "Where are we going?" "I know of a safe place where you can hide," Marissa replied softly. "It will take us until dawn to arrive." Equina followed Marissa to the edge of the city. They stopped at a small hut. "Is this the place?" Equina enquired as her human guide entered the door. "Nope," Marissa responded, coming back out of the door. Equina was surprised to see a capture rifle slung across her shoulder, tranquilizer darts in her belt. Her hands twitched slightly, but she held it with a familiarity that could only have come from years of practice. "What do you need that for?" "In case we run into trouble." Marrissa started walking again on the path north. North? "We're going back toward the Draenae Prairie?" "The ranchers will never expect it." Something bothered Equina about that answer, but she said nothing. The two continued on the path for a few hours, the moon rising over the now-empty prairie where Equina's kind had once roamed free. Before the humans came to harvest their semen and breastmilk. Horsewoman spunk was a potent intoxicant and aphrodisiac in non-equine females, and was highly addictive if not diluted. Horsewoman breastmilk had a similar, though less drastic effect on males, but also drastically decreased their fertility to the point that it could be used as an effective birth control. Part of the Draenae strategy for world domination was to get the other races addicted to equine cum and milk, thereby securing the females of other races and breeding them all into extinction. Unfortunately, when the humans realized that Horsewoman's juices were a valuable good, they moved to monopolize it by force. Of course, the introduction of those substances into the human market was causing some problems for them. The number of female semen-addicts was growing. Trade in undiluted Horsewoman semen was supposed to be strictly controlled but even so- Marissa's hand twitched. Equina stopped in her tracks, eyes widening. Marissa turned. "What's the matter?" she asked, voice level. The bloodshot eyes. The twitching hands. "You aren't with the RNHRC. You're an addict," she said softly. "You're mistaken," the human woman said evenly, slowly moving to lower her capture rifle. Equina took off, hooves clopping. If she could just get outside the range of that rifle, she would be free. No human could keep up with a Horsewoman on foot. For a few, glorious moments, she ran, ran as a free Horsewoman should. Then there was a pop, followed by a stinging sensation in her leg. The tranquilizer. She fell, face first to the ground. -- When Equina awoke, it was to the unpleasant sensation of the ground grinding against her back. She was being dragged by the legs. She tried to move her arms, only to find them bound by rope. Blinking blearily, she realized her clothes had been stripped off. Eventually, the human woman stopped near a large, solitary barn. She set down Equina's legs and banged on the door. "Open up, you bastard. I got one for ya." Marissa turned, and saw that Equina was awake. With a sneer, she kicked the helpless Horsewoman square in the ribs. "That's for running, horse-bitch. From now on, you're gonna make lots and lots of spunk for me, so be a good dickgirl and stay still." Equina moaned, unable to do anything but obey since the tranquilizers hadn't yet worn off completely. The barn door opened, revealing a human man of perhaps thirty years and a scholarly disposition. "My name," he said indignantly, "is Solomon Lern, not 'you bastard', thank you very much." He glanced at Equina, then turned back to Marissa. "I see you brought one." "Yeah," Marissa said, hands twitching. "Now you have to do your part. The method. You promised me you'd show me your method for extracting maximum volume!" "Yes. But before that, I must inquire, did you use the right tranquilizer dose? Because anything above 9 milliliters could do serious damage to the specimen." "I'm not an amateur," Marissa scoffed. "Of course I used the right dose." "Nevertheless, might I examine your capture rifle, just to be sure?" She rolled her eyes. "Fine. Here." She held out the rifle and he took it, looking over it. "Look's good," he said. "Well then can we get down to-"Marissa suddenly cut off as Solomon leveled the rifle straight at her chest and fired. "You... bastard..." she managed to grunt, pulling the dart from her chest. It was too late. She collapsed. "Fucking Scum," Lern muttered. "Well, she'll get what's coming to her." He chuckled, turning to Equina. "What's your name, Horsegirl?" "I'm Equina," Equina said hesitantly. The man grabbed Marissa's unconscious body by the ankles and began to drag her into the barn. "My name is Solomon Lern," he called. "Until recently of the Scholar's Guild, currently of the Guild of Agriculture." He emerged from the barn, carrying a pair of manacles connected by a chain. "At your service. Well actually, you're at my service, aren't you?" Equina tried to move her legs. No luck. She groaned in frustration as Lern fastened the chains around her legs, just above her hooves. "Don't worry," the human man said. "The chains will come off soon enough. You have my word as a member of the Rights of the Non Human Races Committee." "You're a member of the RNHRC? Then why are you doing this? What about my equal rights?" "Equal rights?" Lern scoffed as he produced a syringe filled of clear fluid. He pushed the needle into her arm. Feeling began to return to Equina's body. "Is there an 'E' in RNHRC?." He put his arm underneath her shoulders, helping her to her feet. The chains around her ankles were long enough that she could walk at an awkward half-gait. She certainly couldn't run. "The purpose of the RNHRC," Lern continued, "Is to devise strategies for minimal impact exploitation. The human race will conquer and exploit every other race. But there's no reason to be sadistic about it, now is there? At least not too sadistic" With an arm around her shoulder, Lern led her into the open barn door. It was different from most Horsewoman-barns the humans had set up on the prairie. For one thing, there were no stalls, no troughs. In fact, it looked more like the interior of a high class brothel than the inside of a barn. The whole room was one large, open space. Couches and chairs were strewn about, and a row of beds lined the walls. However, a cold chill gripped Equina's heart as she saw the unmistakable handle of a brand resting in the roaring fireplace. In the center of the room, the human Marissa was tied to a bench, still unconscious. She was nude, her wrists tied together and her legs pulled wide, the bench sloped at an incline to that her head was low to the ground and her bare ass was at waist level. The purpose of the thing was obvious. It was a breeding bench. Lern plopped down on one of the couches near the center of the room, motioning for Equina to sit as well. Reluctantly, she did so. With her legs in chains, she had no chance of escape. "So, as you can probably guess, I intend to make you my livestock," the human man said without preamble. Equina didn't respond. "Of course, I have a different vision of the relationship between rancher and Horsewomen than the more common one," he continued after a moment. "As I mentioned, until recently, I have been a member of the Scholar's Guild. Your people were my primary field of study." "You studied us?" Equina scoffed. "How much could you have possibly have learned from the inside of a stuffy old building in the middle of a human city?" "Probably not much," Lern replied, stroking his chin. "That's why I went to live among the herds on the Prairie." He chuckled at Equina's surprised look. "I learned of your goddess, Tu Wylda, of the wilds. I learned of the dynamics of your herds, each of roughly ten to twelve Horsewomen, how the biggest and strongest Horsewomen lead the herd as studs, while the smallest and weakest in each herd is routinely mocked, abused, made to kiss the scrotums of the other Hosewomen as a symbol of submission. "The most interesting things I learned were about your people's mating habits," he continued. "Specifically the so called 'breeding chain'." Equina felt her face flushing a deeper blue. Humans should not know of the breeding chains. They were a closely guarded secret of the Horsewomen. She shifted awkwardly. "How... How much do you know? "Stop me if I get anything wrong," said Lern, leaning forward. "Though all Horsewomen possess an impressively sized set of male genetalia, they are unable to get erections in a normal situation. Therefore, the only way for Horsewomen to breed is for the entire herd to band together. They stand in a line, in the order of the second-weakest at the tail end, to the strongest, the stud, at the fore. Each Horsewoman crams her flaccid horse-cock into the cunt of the one in front of her. Each horsewoman along the line becomes a little more turgid, until at last the stud sports an erection hard enough for true mating. She then copulates -quite roughly, I might add- with the weakest member of the herd, the 'mare', as the poor thing is called, and impregnates her." Equina nodded reluctantly. "Yes. But what does the breeding chain have to do with anything?" "Quite a bit," he mused. "It struck me one day that only two members of an entire herd of Horsewomen ever really get to experience sex, and them only from one side. It seems a waste of your hermaphroditic bodies.." He trailed off. "You look a pretty average size for a Horsewoman. I bet you were about... fifth on the breeding chain." "Sixth, actually," Equina admitted. "But I still don't see how that-" "Didn't you ever wonder, what it would feel like to be the stud?" he asked, cutting her off. "Or even the mare? But alas, all you ever got to do was stand there, with your limp dick stuffed uselessly into the dickgirl in front of you and an even limper one stuck into you from behind. Didn't it bother you, to know that your thick sperm would never jet into a tight cunt and impregnate? That your own womb would never swell and bear fruit?" "Yes," Equina said quietly. She had felt that way. Many times. Even animals got to fuck. But not mid-sized Horsewomen. She had wished countless times to be the stud of her herd. She had even wished to be the mare, even with all the disrespect and abuse and cock-beatings that position meant. But now, anger burned within her. "Yes," she said. "I admit, I felt as you describe. But still, life was good on the prairie. We ran free under the sky. We drank from the rivers and roamed where we pleased. It was much better than being imprisoned in the stall of some human barn, being milked to weak orgasms for tiny spurts of seed." Lern leaned forward in his seat. "But what if you could have it all?" he asked. She paused. "All?" He gestured grandly. "The pleasures of the stud and the mare, the sky over your head and the grass under your hooves. You see, I got into this business for a reason. I am going to start... the world's first Open Range Horsegirl Farm!" "Open... range?" she asked, hesitantly. "This barn will be the Central Milking Station. Horsewomen bearing my brand will roam freely on the surrounding plain, living much as they always have, with one key difference. Their breeding will be controlled by me. Each of them will blast loads of their lucrative juices into my industrial strength condoms. Each of them will be impregnated with the children of both humans and other Horsewomen, and have their delicious and profitable breastmilk harvested. I'll get filthy rich off the profits, plus I'll have a harem of horse-sluts to fuck whenever I want. A great business plan, wouldn't you say?" "Well, that does sound better than most Horsewoman farms," Equina admitted. "But why wouldn't they -we- just run away the minute you let us out of the barn?" "We'll get to that in a minute," Lern said. "And that brings us to my other guest." He raised his voice. "You awake yet, Marrisa?" The gagged human woman, who had been struggling silently in her bonds for several moments, emitted a muffled curse, straining even harder against the ropes that held her bound to the bench. Lern stood, walking toward her. "Marissa here was a milker up on the Kulan Ranch ten miles north of here." He scowled. "A damn fool, Kulan. She doesn't know the first thing about Horsewomen. Anyway, Marissa here started sampling the raw goods, an act which is unfortunately not uncommon among milkers on such ranches." He shook his head sadly. "She became quite addicted. So much so, that she could not skim enough of the yield to satisfy her cravings without her boss noticing. She was finally fired from her job when she was caught cutting open a Horsewoman's scrotum to get at the semen inside." Equina almost retched. Lern, too, looked disgusted. He reached down to pull the gag from the human woman's mouth. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself, Marissa?" The human woman spat. "That's some high and mighty talk coming from the scumbag who tied me to this bench." She blinked, staring up through bloodshot eyes, her hands still twitching in her bonds. "Yeah, I admit, I may have a problem with Horsegirl Sauce... But I'm still a human woman, damn it! You can't just rape me as if I were a Horsewoman or an Orc slut or a Halflette! I have rights damn it!" "I'm not going to rape you, Marissa," Lern said with a smile. "I'm just going to give you what you want. Everyone is going to get what they want, today." He motioned to Equina. "Come here." Manifest Fantasy Ch. 03 Equina approached hesitantly. She had to admit, it was gratifying to see the woman who had treated her so badly before restrained and helpless. With wry amusement, she watched a trickle of wetness ooze down Marissa's leg. The horrid human was aroused by the situation despite her protests. The smell of wet pussy wafted up to Equina's nose, making her horse-cock twitch. It swelled slightly in arousal, but did not harden. Solomon Lern moved up behind Equina, reaching around to grab a handful of blue breast. She gasped, her nipples hardening under Lern's rough caress. Her desire to struggle faded away. Then she felt something hot and hard press against her leg. She looked over her shoulder to find that the human man had doffed his pants, his ten inch cock fully and entrancingly erect. One thought dominated Equina's mind. What would happen to her if something that hard were thrust into her? Lern's firm hand pushed against her back, bent her over until her breasts were mashed against Marissa's back. His foot kicked each of her hooves to the side, spreading her legs wide. Her horse-cock still hung down uselessly, twitching with arousal but still soft. But her pussy was wet and ready for Solomon Lern's big human cock. She was ashamed to give in so easily, but she wasn't strong enough resist. Why not enjoy this? He lined it up and pushed it into her steaming horse-pussy without further ado. Heat raged through Equina. She felt her blood rushing through her body. Rushing mostly in one direction. With every beat of her powerful horse-heart, her cock grew bigger, harder. Her eyes widened as it pushed up, at last stiff enough to defy its own massive weight. At last, it was erect, for the first time ever. A wrist-thick, fifteen inch tower of horse-meat, crowned by a flared head as big as her fist. She was dimly aware that the human man, Solomon Lern, still stood behind her with his cock pushed all the way up her twat. She barely felt it- her pussy just felt like a mass of dimly pleasurable warmth. Her cock, however, was so sensitive it could feel the slight air currents in the room. Suddenly she was much more aware of the bound human woman beneath her. The smooth softness of her ass cheeks. The fear and lust in her eyes. The sweet aroma of her sopping cunt. That smell filled Equina's mind, making thought difficult. Involuntarily, her hips bucked forward, rubbing her horse-prong against Marrisa's back, balls pressing against her ass. She shuddered. Her mind wasn't working properly. It seemed to her that the only thing that mattered was to get her cock into that pussy as quickly as possible. She took a step back to line herself up. Dimly, she was aware of Marissa, crying to Lern with tears in her eyes, "You can't do this! Bastard!" "You were the one who wanted to know the method for extracting maximum volume," He said to the captive human. "Well, shockingly, the best way to get cum out of a cock, is to use a cunt." He slapped Equina's ass. "Giddy up!" It felt like a lightning was surging through Equina's body as her huge horse cock speared Marissa's tight human pussy. Despite the shrill protests of her victim, she pushed her cock in relentlessly until the flared equine head struck the woman's cervix. Even then, she continued to push, straining to fit another inch. Finally, she gave up and pulled back, then slammed forward again in a brutal thrust. Equina pounded Marissa's cervix over and over again with the flared head of her horse cock like a hammer against a nail, ignoring the human woman's shrieks of pain and moan's of pleasure. She felt the walls of Marissa's pussy clamp around her cock as the woman came hard despite the pain of her violation, or maybe in part because of it. Dimly, she was aware of the human man, Solomon Lern, deftly riding her ass. Despite the rapid pace and power of Equina's thrusts he kept his cock lodged to the hilt in her pussy from behind. Equina didn't care. She didn't care about anything except the rising pressure in her clenched balls, the building pleasure in the shaft of her horse-cock. At last, with a long, low groan that tore the breath from her lungs, the wave of pleasure broke. It felt like river of cum was pouring through her cock, pumped by her powerful balls deep into tight, wet cunt. Every muscle in Equina's body tensed as her orgasm continued on for what seemed like forever. Then she collapsed into Lern's arms, spent. She felt weak, as if all her strength had been blown out her cock along with the contents of her balls. Her cock softened and slid from Marissa's gaping pussy with a squelch, allowing a spurt of horse-cum to pour forth to the ground. A wave of giddiness washed over her. So that was what it felt like to be a stallion, huh? It had been... powerful. She weakly slapped Marissa's ass. "S'what you get... mare. Ha!" she laughed tiredly. Marissa's eyes were glazed over and she was panting, thrashing. "Goddesses... YES! YEESSSS!! OHHHHH!" Equina realized the human woman was cumming over and over again, completely lost in pleasure. "That much horse-cum in one dose will probably destroy her sanity," Lern said in Equina's ear. "In the future when I allow you to rut, I'll have you wear an industrial strength collection condom so that the product isn't wasted. In this case, however, I think we'll let it seep in. I'm looking to expand my herd through all available means. Marissa here can bear a few of your colts for me." He patted Equina's ass. "Now then. It's time to show you the pleasure of the mare." She was suddenly acutely aware of his cock inside her, still rock hard. He pulled it out of her, then plunged it back in, making her tingle with a different kind of pleasure. Her own cock twitched, straining to harden, but failing, still spent from her orgasm moments before. She struggled weakly against Lern's strong grip, more out of habit than with any real desire to escape. His rough hands squeezed her tits hard, hard enough that she gasped in pain. "You horse-sluts all like it rough, don't you?" Lern hissed in her ear. "You need a strong stud put you in your place! Admit it!" "I..." she moaned, biting her lip. "I don't know..." She did want it. There was no denying that. Her pussy was a wet mess all over his cock. His big hard human cock. Her body was responding just as if she were a mare. She felt his rough hands pushing her down, bending her further over the barely-conscious human woman she had just fucked mere moments ago. It felt like ages had past. Lern grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back into a hard thrust. "Humans learned to tame horses. So too will we tame Horsewomen. You will all be our eager slaves, our livestock!" He fucked her hard, but infuriatingly slow. The ordeal lasted for more than an hour. His strong hand slapped against every inch of her exposed skin, while his other hand pulled her back into his brutally slow thrusts. Every ten minutes or so, the combination of his rock-hard cock pounding her pussy and his strong show of physical dominance over her brought her to a pulsing, writhing climax. After each orgasm, he would stop thrusting, ordering her to admit that she was his mare, that she belonged to his cock. She always did. After her seventh orgasm, he bent to whisper in her ear, his voice strained. "S'pose I should just go ahead and nut inside you. Get you pregnant so I can harvest your milk." Then he grunted, and Equina felt warmth flood her pussy. He was cumming inside her. She was going to be pregnant. The image of her belly swelling with life spurred her to an eighth, more powerful orgasm that left her panting raggedly. Lern pulled out of her and stepped back, allowing her to fall limply to her knees. "That was... Wow," she breathed. She turned her head and was confronted by Lern's balls. She looked up at the human man, her stud, who raised an expectant eyebrow at her. Then she returned her gaze back to those balls, rubbing her abdomen. where my future children will come from, she thought. Then she bent her head forward, the salty taste of human ball sweat filling her mouth. As she sucked on his nuts, Equina was shocked to feel his cock harden against her forehead. Even with a full breeding chain, Horsewomen could only blow one load a day. Her own cock was still laying limp on the ground between her legs. "Did you think you were done, slut?" Lern smirked. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her over to a couch. "You aren't done until I'm done with you, mare-bitch." -- Five hours later, Equina lay panting on her back on the floor, gasping for air. No mare she had ever seen had been so thoroughly used and abused as she had been over the last six hours. Clarity was only now beginning to return to her mind. She felt transformed. She remembered feeling the rapid, focused, incredibly powerful but all-too-brief pleasure of the stud as she had emptied her balls into Marissa, who was still tripping balls from the massive load of horse-cum. That was followed by the pleasure of the mare in the form of the long, hard pounding given to her by Solomon Lern. It wasn't just his hard, enduring cock that did her in, it was his physical dominance of her body. He definitely knew how to make a Horsewoman his mare. She didn't think she could live without either of those pleasures any more after today. And that meant staying near Solomon Lern. Letting him harvest her fluids. Being his livestock. She heard a clink, and raised her head to find that Lern had unfastened the chains around her legs. "We are done for the night," he said tiredly. "You may go. There are still many pleasures from both sides that you can experience, but they'll have to wait until you return. By then, hopefully I'll have a few more milkers. Halflettes, probably. They'll work for free if it means running into a big cock. Eventually I'll get some orc slaves too, and maybe even a few more human women, though I'll have to pay them wages. And more Horsegirls, obviously." "How do you know I'll ever return?" Equina asked. Lern snorted. She smiled. He was right. She was his livestock, now. She stood on shaky legs. Livestock or no, it would feel good to run on the plains again. It was just part of who she was. What she was. "Oh," Lern said, remembering something. "One more thing before you go. Bend over." He went over to the fire, and returned holding a red hot brand. The brand was a crossed pen and sword, the symbol of Fel Alda, the human goddess, with the name "Solomon Lern" beneath. Equina swallowed, but bent over without hesitation. She had already made her choice the moment she had sucked his balls. Searing pain flared in her left ass cheek as the brand pushed against her soft flesh, marking her as livestock. Equina the Horsewoman was officially Human Owned.