User blog:Ore-samma/My High Orc (Raging Mushroom)

Hello fans, Ore-Samma here!

From another forum post = https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000068262/r/4400000000000452392

Another fan request; this one was easy enough to write. I'd say 2/10 difficulty!

I gotta write a self-inspired High Orc tale sometime!

Hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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“Well look here. I keep finding patches of these everywhere.” I muttered as I picked these strange black and bluish-purple mushrooms, taking the most robust and impressive looking specimens.

I sighed and looked to the sky. The rains were coming...I’d better hurry and finish up my rounds in the wood and get back to my hut.

I’ve seen so much war and so much chaos within the cities and towns of the Empire that I just up and decided one day to strike off in the wilderness, carrying only a book that details wilderness survival and a well-made survival hatchet.

Over the year, I settled in the blue ridge wood and was able to quickly make a small hut, and a decent living for myself.

I gathered herbs, self-taught myself various forms of alchemy, and was cultivating a rather good trade with both local monsters and humans alike for my herbs and concoctions.

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Still, as time went by; I was seeing less and less humans and more monsters. And with the change, so did the flora. The most abrupt change were these mushrooms.

I had already conducted several experiments on them. Stepping them in water solutions and seeing how fish reacted.

Leaving them out for local wild boars to find and eat…. They weren’t poisonous. That much was certain, but I hadn’t a clue as to their properties; medicinal or otherwise if there were any to be had in the first place.

I resisted the urge to try them for myself, as I had no desire to find out there were adverse effects on human physiology.

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“Next week, I’m going to set off for the tower of Maesters. I wonder if they would know more.” I said and soon drifted off to sleep.

A sudden crash awoke me in the dead of night, and I quickly slipped out the side door.

I heard excited voices and loud footsteps as I retreated from my small hut. What on Earth was attacking me? I had nothing of real value. Oh well, I suppose I could always start fresh in another wood.

I turned away from my hut and was about to run off when I heard a sudden rise in their frenzied shouting.

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“Mush! Mush! Mush! Mush!” They screamed and squealed in excitement.

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I peaked over a small boulder and took in a breath of shock.

It was a small group of orcs, led by a High Orc. They squealed and hopped up and down holding the black and blue mushrooms I had collected. They tore my hut down looking for more- all interest in anything else was gone.

What were they going to do with those strange mushrooms? I had to find out!

I followed the Orc tribe into the night, not knowing what to expect.

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I watched as the group of orcs reached their camp. The dwellings were far too flimsy to be a proper village, and there were about twenty orcs, one High Orc, and about five men.

There was an immediate celebration once word spread about the “Mush!” and they gathered the men in the center of the camp, and erected a hasty wooden pen.

Three of the Orc women stripped down and were rubbed down with some slick substance. One of the men was brought forth. They clasped a heavy leather collar on his neck, tied a heavy rope to it, and force-fed him the mushroom, laughing and cheering.

The three orcs started to shake their bottoms at the man who was tied up. His genitalia suddenly grew to an enormous size, his skin flushed and he started chasing down the three Orc females.

The poor man grunted, making strange noises as he ran from one end of the pen to the other. The Orc women were having the time of their lives, squealing and laughing, pretending to be afraid of the man.

At last, two of them tripped over each other, and the man pinned one down and began to savagely thrust and heave his body into her. She squealed and cried out, begging for more. The other two quickly joined in, followed by the rest of the tribe, with the sole exception being the High Orc. She shook her head and I heard her say something about 'too weak' she gathered the other men, force fed them a mushroom and tossed them to the huge pig-pile.

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I backed away and began to write in the moonlight, detailing all that I saw, trying to ignore my own arousal at the spectacle that I could still hear.

The Orcs went wild, hooting, screaming, moaning, and laughing. Their rut went all night long and died down just as dawn started to color the sky.

I looked again at their camp and noticed the Orcs sleeping in a pile in the center. The men were barely milling about, trying to remove their collars and leads.

I knew I had to do something, and snuck down to the camp amidst the snorting and snoring women. I noticed one of the mushrooms and deftly slipped it out of the High Orc’s hand and pocketed it…. Just in case.

The men caught sight of me, and froze. They motioned me over and I silently came near.

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“Oh, thank the stars! Are you the rescue task force?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m but a simple hermit. But I can free you, if that’s what you want.”

They all nodded, and I set upon their leads with my dagger, freeing them easily.

“My name is Maximus! I owe you my life.” He held out his hand. “Give me your dagger.”

I looked at him, and saw murderous intent. “No. These creatures did not take your lives, I will not allow you to kill them. You’d better run for it.”

“Fool!” He hissed. “They’ll just catch us later on! They have before!”

I shook my head. “Not this time. I will lead them away. No go!”

They took of south, towards the mountains and I nodded and started to make use of their leads, tying up the hands and feet of as many as I could.

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''“Oink! Who are you? Intruder! Intruder! Oink!” ''

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I hustled away in calm collected motions. The group started to rouse and cried out, noticing their men were gone.

“Good morning!” I called out, from a slick boulder and waved as they glanced up, their eyes obscured by the rising sun.

“Get him!” The High Orc screamed and I quickly slid off my boulder and started to make a run for the river, in the opposite direction of the men.

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I quickly learned that I underestimated their speed, and just barely made it to the river bank and on the fallen tree that served as a bridge.

“Funny human!” The High Orc called out and pointed.

“Uh oh….” There were two orcs already on the other side of the log bridge. I was trapped.

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“Where did the other humans go!” She cried out. “You tell, we maybe let you go!”

I shook my head. “My lady, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I said, and promptly jumped into the fast running water.

The orcs howled and still gave chase, rushing along with the current with no difficulty. I felt the current flow faster and knew that I was headed for a waterfall.

Only one chance! I thought and reached for a vine from of a tree that overhung in the middle of the river. I struggled and climbed, at last making it up the tree and looked at all the angry faces below, demanding I come down.

I sighed in relief. The directions the humans took would lead them to a village. Their nightmare was over, but mine was just beginning. I watched the orcs taking amongst themselves and they immediately set to the trees near mine with axes, cutting them down with no difficulty.

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They set up the brush, branches and logs to ensure that I wouldn't run away on the land, and even set up a small perimeter in the river to ensure I wouldn’t be able to jump and swim for it.

The Orcs soon then started to shake the tree and took up a chant that made my blood run cold

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'“Get-that-human! Tie-him-up! Put-the-pole-up-his-butt!”'

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They brandished the pole, smiling and I could already feel my butt hurt.

I looked about as my scenery swayed with the tree. I could hear the trunk groan and crack in places and took another hard look at the water….wait a second!

The sun was different in the sky now! Some of the orcs were holding their hands up to keep the glare out! That’s it!

I looked at the spots they were standing, and noticed they deliberately avoided what looked to be a deep spot!

“Well, here goes...” I sighed and timed a jump with a sway of the tree to give me a little boost.

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*Splash*

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Between the sudden jump, the glare, and the deepness of the river, I swam past the frenzied legs of the orc women, almost laughing as I stayed submerged and felt the current drag me away again.

I surfaced, taking in a breath and laughing at the stunned High Orc's face. She gritted teeth and rushed the river, screaming in fury and….uh oh…. I tried to put my hands up to block, but she landed right on top of me and locked her arms around my body.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” I said, my face nose-to-nose with hers.

“You not get away!” She said, baring her teeth.

“Yes, but…. Look behind you.”

Her face fell into confusion and she glanced over. She looked back to me, panic welling in her eyes and expression.

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 “SQUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEE - HEEEEEE - HEEEEEEEEE! ” She screamed as we went over the deluge together.

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I came to, barely aware of the last few moments. I noticed I was laying on a muddy beach of a sort on the river, still hearing its roar. I coughed and looked about, noticing the High Orc beginning to stir as well.

I got up, hoping to get away, but she was too fast.

She looked at me, her face full of rage. She looked at a tree next to her and grabbed one of its branches and ripped it off, thudding the heavy wooden piece in her hand.

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“I make your butt hurt! I make you hurt! I make your butt leak red!” She squealed and licked her lips.

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I reached for my hatchet, but it was no longer in my large pocket in my robe. My hands closed on something else though, that was tangled in the threads…. The mushroom. I contemplated on what I was about to do, and realized that I had to do something or run the risk of having my butt mangled by a branch that was about as thick as my neck.

I made a show of taking off my robe, and quickly stuffed the mushroom in my mouth and swallowed just as I threw my robe off and followed it with my shirt.

Dressed in only my pants and sandals, I took to a fighting stance I used in my military days and grinned, feeling my body flush with more than one type of excitement.

“Come get some, princess!” I said, panting.

The High Orc came at me, screaming; bringing her branch in a heavy, sweeping arc that I caught and yanked free from her grasp.

She gasped, and a new shock took over her face.

“Is that all?” I scoffed. I heard the other orcs rushing behind us, and I quickly grabbed the High Orc by her hair and tossed her before her gathered tribe. I strode towards them, seeing their faces turn from determined to unsure.

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The High Orc tried to lash out, tried to kick me, even as her back was turned, but I grabbed her leg and drug her across the ground a little away from her tribe. I stopped, and put my foot on her back and pushed her face into the ground, her round ass on full display fogging my mind even more than the mushroom with her aroma.

I pulled her loincloth free and lowered my pants and waited.

The High Orc looked over her shoulder, her mouth open and panting.

“Ask for it!” I shouted, causing her tribe to flinch, their eyes shifting from her to me.

“Master! Please!” She cried out.

“Again! Call me your master!” I said, just barely holding it together…. Just a little longer!

“Master! Mate with meeeEEEEEE!” Her squeal took on a different tone as I thrusted into her and heaved my body, causing her face to be pushed to the ground. Again and again I worked my hips. Again, and again I climaxed inside her; still heaving my body.

I flipped her over and seized her horns forcing her legs over my shoulders, burying my tongue in her thoat as she pawed and groped my body.

Her tribe soon set upon each other, trying to find some release from the stimulation they were getting from the spectacle.

It wasn’t long before my body could no longer keep up with the physical activity required and I soon collapsed, squeezing one last load of my seed into her hungry womb.

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“Oh! Oh! Husband!” The High Orc cried out, holding me to her soft body.

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I awoke feeling kisses upon my lips. I looked and saw my High Orc smiling at me. I was in her tent back at the camp. Her intoxicating aroma was everywhere as was a pile of soft furs, cloths and pillows. She smiled at me, seeing me awake and I couldn’t help but notice her features were softer, more feminine than before. She licked her lips and straddled my body and settled again upon my flesh.

“Husband strong! All mine!” She whispered as she grinded and flexed her body against mine.

I reached up, fondling her breasts and suckled on them, causing her to make excited squeals and moans.

We mated for hours, a slow lazy coupling that just went on and on.

Finally she seemed satisfied and cuddled up to me, her pleasing aroma making my lungs tingle and my body pleasantly warm.

I sighed, and noticed the tribe brought my belongings from the hut they demolished into the tent. I reached over and added one more line to the entry about the mushroom, and fell asleep with my wife in my arms.