Breeding Bulls and Comfort Girls.

I heard the bolt of the door’s lock slide shut with an ominous THUNK. Ophidia flicked the light switch to illuminate the breeding pen. I learned later that though they all looked the same on the outside, the **** pens we were stabled in could vary wildly based on who or what it was meant to house. Even the size could vary thanks to space warping magics that could compress some impressively massive cathedral ceilings in some very squat structures. This particular pen looked like a film studio where they had been shooting pornography before a live audience. Cameras and lights that would look familiar to any Californian were set up to record multiple bedrooms, a large hot tub set, something that looked like a classroom, a stage for pole dancers to perform, and what was unquestionably a dungeon. All of these sets centered around a viewing platform where viewers in seats and couches could relax and watch. Judging by the stains, the viewers were not exactly keeping their pants on either. High above it all beyond where the cameras were filming but visible to anyone on set, quotes from scripture were carved into the masonry of the walls. “God made Man to Rule and Mon to Serve.” “Be Fruitful and Multiply.” “Blessed are the slaves; for they belong to God.” and other aphorisms that of the Arthorian Bible hung over us like Divine commandments.

As I looked around taking it all in, I felt warm scales slithering around my waist. I felt the impressive strength of the anthro-cobra’s powerful tail as Ophidia pulled me into her arms. I felt her tongue flick out and taste my sweat soaked skin. “Mmmmm. You taste like tangerines and sandalwood.” Ophidia said. “You really are the biggest bu…,biggest man I have ever seen. Certainly the biggest orc. And that is saying something with your lot.” The woman pressed herself against me and took my cock into her delicate grip. The scalie **** woman started gently stroking me off. Like all of the slaves on the Barnett plantation, Ophidia had been **** to acquire a lot of experience with cocks. “So. Master Lucas wants me to test you to the limits. How about we start with…”

“Can I just...” I blurted out. The woman looked at me with shock and fear as I pushed her away with as much **** as my bindings would allow. “Can you just give me a minute, alright?” I snapped Ophidia. I saw the bunny girl standing next to the anthro snake with a look of shock and trepidation on her face. “Sorry.” I said before I sat down.

So much had happened so quickly that I had not really been able to process what was going on. With no humans around to exert their effect on my bindings, my head was clear enough for me to think for the first time since I got isekai’d into this sadistic nightmare world. It had not even been an hour since that truck came out of nowhere and hit me. Was this all a dream? If it was, it was not going to end by pinching myself. I remembered the Conan quote about how ‘If I am a dream, then the dream is real to me. I live, I slay, and I am content.’ and accepted that this was my life now.

“Fuck.” I said aloud as I tried to remember who I really was. As if by reminding myself that I was a human, the bindings would stop treating me like an orc and let me go. I started to whisper. “My name was. Is. My name is Gus. Gus…”Where my last name used to be was nothing but a blank space. “Shit. My name is Gus. I am an engineer with Trinamic Solutions. I build drones for a living. I have three kids. Jason, Tina, and Leah. Jason is on track for med school. Tina is rushing for Delta Sigma Pi. Leah just turned 18 and is the lead singer in a rock band. My wife…” When I whispered the words my mind’s eye did not conjure the picture of the human woman I remember baking the most amazing cookies at Christmas. Instead I saw the five orc women this body was currently bonded with as mates. As much as I tried to remember the woman I had been married to for twenty four years, there was nothing but blank space where her name and face should have been in my mind. “Fucking Truck-kun. Fucking Old Man. I want my life back.”

“Hey.” Ophidia said. “Its going to be okay.” The snake girl turned to the Bunny Girl and said. “Bunny-buns dear, you really do smell awful. Were you chasing gremlins in the bogs again?” The snake woman asked.

The nubile demi-human nodded passionately. “Saru, Miru, CandyTits, and CherryStick were with me and we netted a whole bunch. When we brought them in for binding, Rectator Felgood was so impressed that he let us wash and lick his feet, then he gave us a town pass!” The mud caked bunny girl said. Her enormous jugs jiggled with excitement. “I have never been to town off-leash before, but next cropday we are going to go into town and we are gonna try this tandoo stuff that the orcs keep talking about. CherryStick says that Tandoo is the reason why orc parties are the best parties.” The bunny girl blushed before her eyes caught mine and the two of us shared a gaze. The jovial youth became nervous when she realized that her days of adolescent feelings of romance were over. Her master had ordered her to breed, and I was the stud ordered to breed with her. I tried to give the girl a friendly smile. All that did was make the girl bite her lip nervously before running into one of the bathroom sets with a large shower to lather her body and rinse it of mud and grime. I noticed her gaze lingering on me from time to time as she washed her ample bosom. Even without the smell of her arousal wafting up my orcish nose, I could see her tits growing pointed like my eartips.

My gaze was focused a trillion miles away, or however far Earth was from whatever Jim-Crow cosplaying shithole I had been sent to when I felt the warm scales wrapped on top of a feminine frame snuggling against me. Ophidia’s arms wrapped around my bicep as she caressed my arm. “Believe it or not. I know what you are going through. You were not the first monster born in the wild that had their world burned down.”

I turned and cocked my head at the anthro-snake and gave Ophidia a look of incredulity. “I appreciate you trying to make me feel better, but you have no idea what I am going…”

My words were cut off when Ophidia’s stare met mine. I could look deep, deep into her eyes and gaze all the way back into her memories. I felt like I was falling and drowning at the same time as I saw and felt deep scars of the soul.

You were snuggled with your family when you awoke to the sounds of screaming and the heat of fire. A new red star glimmered brightly in the sky making the world as bright as day. Hyena and lion anthros were ransacking your village. You watch warriors getting stunned by men carrying hex carbines and rifles. You scream as a pack of the mangy slobbering mammals hold you down and…

Your hands are tied behind your back as you and what remains of your tribe are marched to the coast. It takes days of walking. You watch as those that are too weak to continue are cut loose and fed to the wargs. You wonder if that is how you will end and if the ones who die here and now are the lucky ones…

You kneel on the beach as dwarven merchants look over your body, squeezing your hood and toying with your tits. “Why would a reptile have breasts?” the half-man half-machine creature asked as he looks at you with those red-unblinking eyes…

As the doors of the strange portal closed on your world. After a few moments and a rumbling noise the doors open up on a sunless world of steel and shadows. The dwarven realm is a dead place of machines and merchants. They live like termites. Stacked on top of each other in a place designed for a people who revel in their disconnection from the natural world. You see that these squat cyborgs with their pretty slaves and cannot help but notice that while it appears as if all the dwarven masters present as aggressively masculine, the non-dwarves all seem to be lots of jewelry and makeup with skirts, dresses, and gowns being what the majority of non-dwarves to be wearing regardless of their gender...

You scream as you plunge into freefall. You see nothing through the windows of the chattel car you were loaded into. You had been brought to the train station and locked in a box that seemed to be moving like a big cart until suddenly left became down, then up became down, then all direction ceased to have any meaning as she and the others floated in mid air. In the distance, at the edge of the infinite darkness you can see the swirling vortices of the chaos lords and hear the laughter of thirsting gods…

You emerge from one of the dwarven portals to a wind that bit your scales and **** you to shiver. The sun was bright but the wrong color and seemed to provide no warmth. It was cold, so very cold. You did not know that the world could be this cold. After giving the dwarves some bags filled with discs of colored glass with gold inside of, the half machine men depart and take their portal with them, the black cylinder sliding into the ground and leaving behind nothing but a rune circle. The humans fit you and your fellow captives with chains and rip off whatever scraps of clothing you had managed to hold onto since you were stolen from your home and family. The crowds jeer and curse you as you are **** to march through the snow and the cold while rotten food is thrown at you. They call you a monster, tell you that you are vermin. They take you to the Church and **** you to look up at their God. The icon atop the pole looks down on you, judging you, you feel overwhelming terror as your heart and soul are filled with the Fear of God. The preachers make you watch them cast their blessings and spells on the holy branding iron. You see the black metal start to glow white hot before it is pressed into your thigh and The Truth comes flooding into your mind like lava consuming and transforming all in its path…

I jerked away in shock, breaking eye contact with the anthro snake witch. “That. That was.” I looked at her with a new found respect. “They literally burned your world down. I am so sorry.” I said.

Ophidia gave me a coy smirk. “Pity is not what I need from you.” She said, her hands coming to rest on my inner thigh. “The life of a **** is a life of toil and pain. We have to take what pleasures we can when they are offered to us.” The snake woman pressed closer to me and, using her tail as a sort of booster seat, raised herself to meet my gaze. “Lucas owed me, you are my reward.” I felt the anthro-cobra’s tail wrap around my ankle and slither its way up my leg. “Like our exalted master said. I am in charge, and I am not going to let your depression get in the way of my playtime.” She said, her tongue flicking out to taste my body before her lips started to leave trails of kisses across my chest. “Now you just relax. By the time I am done with you, you won’t feel anything but good.” The snake woman said as she locked her lips with mine and gently pushed me onto my back.

The anthro-cobra was all over me, Her hands caressing and exploring my arms before directing me to squeeze her ass she stroked my shaft. As my arousal grew in length and girth I realized that my cock was thicker than her arm. Frankly, it was thicker than most people’s arms. The anthro snake looked at it with awe and nervousness, shaking it around like a toy before I grabbed the snake woman by the arm just below her armlet and pulled her into my embrace. The snake woman cried out in pleasure and pain. Making a squeal that caused the bunny girl to drop her body lotion in surprise. The nubile girl looked over to see the snake woman’s slender, athletic body perched ontop of me gyrating back and forth as she let out moans of ecstasy. “Oh God. Oh Gooood. You are oh Gooood! OOOOO!” The anthro cobra said as she rode me with a look of pride as much as pleasure. My enormous hands were large enough to completely encircle the woman’s waist. I picked the woman up and pressed her against the wall with a loud THUD.

With one hand I held Ophidia’s wrists above her head while the other hand explored the snake woman’s body. I discovered that her hood was particularly sensitive. Teasing the scalie’s head ornament as I gave her a thrust so hard that she lifted off the ground caused the anthro-cobra’s whole body to spasm as she keened with an orgasmic release.

The snake woman was panting, her body glowing with coital bliss. But I was not finished. The words “Be Fruitful and Multiply” hung in the air over me. With my cock still inside of her. I picked up Ophidia and dropped her down on the bed. The woman yelped with surprise and excitement. Her eyes went wide as she realized that she was about to be ravaged by an orc high on their battle bliss. She said that my skin was radiating with primal magics as my shaft drove into the deepest reaches of the woman. All I know is that in those moments of fighting and fucking an orc is truly one with The Great Green. Our blood burns with an ancient and primeval power that is as old as life itself. And in those moments where life beginnings and endings are in flux, an orc becomes truly alive.

I turned the snake slut onto her hands and feet and grabbed the **** woman by her shoulders. Her tail slithered around my waist and coiled up my body. I felt the strong muscles of the woman’s tail squeezing me as she came once again. “Oh fuck! I feel How?! How are you? Oh Gooooood!” Ophidia cried out. Her body collapsed in exhaustion and bliss as my seed began to rush into the snake woman’s womb.

Time slowed down. As I reached climax, I felt an eruption within me as the barriers between my own ego and The Great Green burst. The Greenfyre flowed through me and into her. In that moment, Ophidia belonged to me and through me, all of orc-kind. Had I been free, I could have chosen the nature of the orcoids Ophidia was to carry for the good of my tribe. The **** bindings had other ideas. Before the usual instincts could kick in to guide the seeding process, I felt my bindings tighten around me from the inside out. It was like someone had wrapped my heart and balls in razor wire and held me hostage in my own body as invisible hands started rearranging my innards. I sensed my gene sequencing organs operating against my will and forcing me to impregnate Ophidia with three forms of progeny which I had never created before, one of which carried orciness within it but was not itself of The Great Green. That frightened me.

The forces that had hijacked my reproductive system let me go and the sensation of release was immense. On instinct, my body released the sound universal to all orcs across all the cosmos. That warcry which sends terror into our enemies and arousal in everyone else “WOOOAAAHHHRRR!!!” The sound echoed through the breeding pen.

I half collapsed, half rolled onto my back as I scooped Ophidia into my arms and snuggled her against my naked body as I lay in a post-coital high unlike any my orc body or human mind could have imagined. My lover nuzzled herself deeper into my arms as she smiled and giggled, gently tracing the contours of my toned and rippling muscles. Ours lips exchanging soft, gentle kisses.

We heard a mewling cry and looked up to see Cotton-Ass#3 sitting on the viewing platform with her hair and body wrapped in towels as the demi-human had her fingers between her legs rubbing away as she stared at us. Ophidia and I looked at one another and laughed at the absurdity of the situation. “Looks like master Lucas’s bastard bunny girl needs another bath.” Ophidia said as she got back onto her feet. “Looks like we could all use a washing up before the overseer arrives.” Ophidia grabbed one of my hands with both of hers and the snake-woman’s tail and heaved with all her might to get me to sit up. “Come on. I know the whole thing with orcs and hygiene, but I want to see if it is true what they say about what happens when you get an orc alpha wet.” She said as she led me towards the hot tub set where the shortstack was already up to her bosom in the warm, frothy, soothing water. I sank into the churning pool and relaxed as four small, delicate hands scrubbed every inch of me clean. Master was on his way and I had to look and feel my best to please God’s chosen people with body and soul.