ORKLIFE.TXT - M/M - August 10, 2003 An Orc fort needs supplies By SwampRat (cl) 2003 - Gay Furry Association A snippet of conversation between myself and Tredain ( Just so you know who to blame :> ) >> Orks Need Money. Go Peddle Ass in Village. Fill MoneyBox. > Nice idea =) But the fort is out in the middle of nowhere. They sort of have > to make do with whatever they can catch, and humans are a very rare catch ;) * * * * SwftWatr groaned as he sat behind his desk.. Too much GoodJuice, too many hands on his butt and his hands on others.. Everything ached. Damn Moon.. He grumbled, but only under his breath. No need to get the Moon Gods angry - Even if it Was their fault. All he wanted was to somehow survive the day and get his sore ass pressed against a hot rock and snore. So he Didn't need his door being flung open and one of his most hated enemies coming in with That Look. Oh how he Hated BlackFingers... The ink stains, The ever present Book, The frail form that made him beneath contempt. Head Scribe, he kept all the records. This made him second only to WarChief in importance. And when there was Peace.. Even a WarChief had to bow before the damn lanky bastard. Not that it mattered to the inkpot-and-quill carrying hank of bone. If he had at least Some leanings, Some desires for the wealth and Power that came with being Top Ork he would not be so bad. But the bastard didn't so much as snarl about his dismal office - Not Him. All he cared about was the Welfare of the Fortress.. Damn Him. Something was pushed in front of the ork and it Wasn't a book for once. What? Wine.. Drugged, Poisoned.. From anyone else he would worry. From This book-loving scrap he would have laughed and welcomed at least Some inkling of backbone. Just what he needed to calm the demons who were trying to split his skull with hammers and tongs.. Damn Him. "WarKeep SwftWatr.. We are running low on Money." They were Always running low on Money. Damn the fates - Stuck in this pisshole, with barely enough to live on.. And No war. He couldn't just raid someone - The nearest village/town/spittrack in the wilderness was too far away to ever have a raid be successful and he Didn't want his hide skinned first verbally then by some of the Best torturers the King had. Nobody made war until the King said it was ok, Period. Damn Undead, Damn Humans, Damn Peace.. He drained the cup, noting it was of wood and not metal - Metal was scarce as Females.. Scarcer. If they Did have a war it would be with stones and sticks and dirt. "Make Some.." Was his standard reply.. He looked at the scribe with one very blood-shot eye. "Why bother me, You gasbag.. Go sell some hides, I don't care. We should have enough surplus Men to lose a few.." A nod and some note was jotted down in the ever present book. "I wanted your approval before starting Any venture.. Than you My Liege." The door closed softly and the orc groaned, wanting nothing more than to slam his fist on the desk, but the blasted imps were still hammering on his head.. Just not so loudly now. He half-wondered what the Scribe had in mind.. but all he really cared about was that it be Prosperous - He was so damn tired of boiled tree root, flavored with Cook's Dick - Not that the orc could help it if his schlong fell in the broth more often than not - but it was Still getting bad when he was no longer sure if the first bit of game he found was going in his mouth or around his cock... "Lunch Sir.. I'm afraid it's..." The helper screeched as the big male grabbed his nuts and growled something about wanting some spice with his boiled root.. Cock first - Definitely. * * * * In the Town that was too small to have a name, another leader sat and thought much the same thing.. Except he was looking at porridge. Grain, Grain, Grain... Enough to choke an army. Enough to fill the storehouses and cellars and have to be put into casks. And it was the same all Over. Every place he sent runners they back the same story of too much grain.. A mild winter and a long spring meant plentiful harvests.. He looked at the bread that he had looked at every day for as long as he could remember. Bread, Grain.. and not a Single Rodent. He was ashamed of himself for thinking such thoughts, but Damn it.. Even a Boiled tail would do him. Some say the orcs killed and ate all of them.. Some say the Meat Mongers beat them to it. What had he Done to piss his liege off so badly as to be 'given' this land to manage? He almost threw his wooden bowl at the door when a knock came on it. "Begging your Lordships Pardon, but there is an Orc here." Well - It had been a while since he had heard from the 'Enemy'.. In fact since he had come here he had gotten not so much as a 'Break Wind and Choke' greeting. He motioned to his servant and sat back as the orc entered his 'office'.. It was a warrior - Half-starved from the way he eyed the tray. The Lord/Sheriff/Elder/Judge smiled to himself, seeing an opportunity to get an inroad. "My Manners.. Here eat. Then we can discuss whatever brings you to our 'Fair' Town.." He almost choked on that last word, and watched the war going on in the Orc's mind.. Hunger won out and the poor fellow almost ate the Bowl, forgoing the spoon, using his hand to shovel the gruel into his mouth.. Then took the proffered bread and at it in a few bites.. Beer they Did have and the repast was washed down, a Belch signifying what the eyes said.. "Gud.. Food Gud. Much Happy." It hadn't occurred to the Councillor until that moment that the Other side might have it Worse than They did.. "And what brings you Out this way, Soldier? Surely not for Looting - As you can see we have little to offer." The grizzled head shook.. "Ordered to Come. Ask for Trade. Need Silver." The dark eyes didn't look at his. "Need Food. Tree Root becoming Old." They were Eating Tree Roots? He wasn't sure which was worse - The idea of it or the fact it sounded Pretty good - Not that They had any Trees to try it on. "I See.. And what would you bargain with. You do not seem wealthy either. And we have little need for craftsmen - Our own sit idle.." The orc stood. "Nor do we need protection - No one except You is close enough to even call an Enemy.." His words trailed off as the orc removed his only piece of clothing, and stood naked. "Trade Self - Hide, nails, hair.. Body." Again the male didn't look at him but it was Plain what he was offering.. It Had been a very long time since he had lain with someone... And there were no females Here either - Just a lot of horny, grumbling farmers with too much grain and too much time.. He stood up and told his clerk he was going to be in a Meeting and was not to be disturbed.. Pointed to the door of his Personal room. The orc gasped.. So many things.. No silver but worked wood was Everywhere - That they had plenty of too. Not trees, Lumber. They built all they could. Sold all they could. And it still stacked up outside the Town.. Quite a few Thousand trees had gone under the axe.. When a few hundred would Still have been too much. Either his Lordship was insane or hated trees. Patted the green rump, feeling it's strength and smoothness. Watched the male climb into the bed as if it would jump out from under him.. "What do You usually sleep on?" "Floor, shelf when wood is found. Not many trees left. Must save for Food." He undressed, shaking his head. Not even the Undead bothered them much - There wasn't much to bother about - They burned their dead - They had to. Sometimes people didn't tell when someone died, just found some new ways to make stew. The orc knelt on the bed, curious what it was going to be like to lay under a Human.. "You want to lick it and get it slick first?" Nodded.. Humans good to Orc. Not just stick it in. Licked the maleness.. Then sucked on it, slobbering. This dick was Good! Sweet and a little salty, he bobbed his head on it until it gave up it's load.. Swallowed all it could get, then put his head down. "Need Silver. Food. Am to sell Body for trade. Hope am good enuf." Good enough.. You just about pulled my balls out my dick with the exquisite mouth and you Still want me to mount you? I think we can Definitely trade.. You ass for our grain. Serve those whiners right. He knelt, rubbed the strong mounds. Teased them open and pushed in.. Arched as the orc shoved back to his crotch, wriggled, getting every inch in. Rocked back and forth, Squeezing and tugging on the human's cock until it spurted it's load in his butt and the human fell over him. Smooth - Smaller than an orc, doesn't cum as much. But so hot - like a fire in his ass. He groaned and jerked off, lying on the bed and his own puddle of seed, Knowing he had to be strong to get Food and Silver, But he would lay under this male for Nothing - Long as that hot poker kept itself inside him. The clerk came in - And found them there. "Ah Roges - Come here, drop your pants and let this Orc mouth your dick." The clerk had been a servant since he was born, and no matter how crazy the order, he did his best to do it. At least This Town Governor wasn't interested in Farm Animals - Doing 3-ways with ewes was enough to make one contemplate leaving. Walked up, dropped his pants.. And arched as big lips sucked his nuts in, cleaned them well. Let them drop into a hand, the big lips engulfing his erection and sucking him in to the hair.. Snuffled it as the male ground his cock against the hard roof, rubbed it with the lower tusks, and made him ejaculate so hard he actually dropped his Pen! "A Notice - The Orcs in the Fortress are willing to trade.. Say 10 bushels of grain for one of their own kind - To be used as a servant for 24 hours. Think any of us will last longer than that with these sexy males as Lovers?" The clerk shook his head, doing his best to remember the words while the male was sucking him to hardness - And Beyond. * * * * SwftWatr sat with his head in his hands.. His men may be sick of Treeroot but Not of Cum. He would be holding his nuts, but they weren't talking to him anymore. The door slammed open - He was going to rip that door off it's hinges, and boil It for Dinner! He just wasn't sure of it was Before or After he shoved it up the ass of the male who opened it.. "WarKeep SwftWatr.." Not Him! A wraith, a balrog.. He would take a werewolf on naked - Just not Him! "Good news. The humans are willing to trade Grain for our orcs to help them in town matters. The first as returned with Kegs of grain and Bread, and Beer made from same." A wooden tankard was put in front of him, a bowl that Didn't contain Tree root of Any kind. Just porridge and bread. He stood up, grabbed the scribe and Kissed Him! Kissed him hard and long and deeply. Reached down to find the male was Very Well Hung.. Such a waste. Sat down and made teeth marks in the bowl. "Scribe.. It will take a while, but we will be tired of Grain. You are to find ways to make it better. Use the Humans - They have bakers and cooks. I don't care if you use Dirt.. Now Go - Before I see how Scribe dick tastes.." Finished the Beer with a gulp and a Belch. Not a bad orc.. Now if he only had some backbone to go with that fat cock. * * * * Blackfingers kept his look while the others celebrated.. Slapped their savior on the back. Listened raptly about how humans have sex. Drooled and fingered themselves. "Scribe - How many can go to Town. Be 'Servant'?" He stopped.. "BustedJaw - They have wood?" A Nod.. "Much. Piled up like grain is." "Good - Half can go. Bring back Humans to help Orc build Beds. Maybe help Orc do other things too. Then other half.. Rotate through Ranks. Do until Orc tired of Human smell. Maybe keep some - Help spew into Pot" They all laughed. Nodded.. He continued on to his little shack. Put the book to one side. Made sure no one was in sight. Opened a panel in the floor, dropped through and Ran down the tunnel. Out to where an oasis lay.. Water they had plenty of, so no one bothered this pool. Except it bordered all the factions. Hearing his footsteps a werewolf turned.. And was either very horny or reverent. The young furred male bowed.. And stayed that way. His human lover sat in the sand and waved.. Tired of how He smelled? Not in His lifetime.. The wolfen shivered.. The Human was Right - Orc's Are Built! He could smell the musk of both males and whined softly.. He had worked Very hard to get this posting. Just a rumor from a bunk-mate whispered in his ear as they tied.. A place where All Gay males congregated. No matter Faction or Species. And it was true.. Then a noise came to him. A Demon - A red-winged, dick long enough to slap his knees, Muscular Demon. Split hooves hit the ground and it clopped over to him, lifting his head and Burning his lips... "Handsome. Sexy.. Will make sure you do not leave until every last drop of cum is wringed from your balls." Grabbed the Orc, squeezed his ass, leaving a burned imprint. "Yours too, Lover." Who laughed and twisted his nuts.. To a Demon, barbed wire is foreplay. Grabbed the young wolf's butt and all three walked towards the Human - Who was discussing sex positions with a Sand-Dragon. Must be something in the water.. The End?