Fucking and being fucked for the camera (Mmff version)

It was true. When an orc man is soaked in water his skin will secrete a nutrient rich gelatinous fluid which seems to be amazing for the skin and goes well with crackers. When soaking in sunlight, as I was at that moment when Ophidia opened a previously concealed window in the roof that made the silver scrollwork of the scripture hanging over us shimmer and gleam, filling the room with light that caused my whole body to start sprouting fuzzy strands of sea-grass. It felt good, cleansing. As if all the tension and garbage obstructing the healthy flow of my ki was purged as it was transmuted into something useful. Feeling the two women lick and nibble at me felt good. When I did rise out of the tub, I simply peeled the fuzzy exodermis with its gooey core off my body and toweled off. Feeling refreshed and ready to deal with whatever master Lucas had in store for me.

In that time, my two companions gave me a crash course in proper **** etiquette. It seems that Cotton-Ass#3 read more than just newspapers. The rabbit-adjinn voraciously consumed any book, magazine, or pamphlet she could get her hands on. A great deal of her reading material were manuals on proper **** behavior and countless articles on **** training. The young bunny girl was buzzing with enthusiasm as she instructed me in different commands I was expected to know with only a gesture, positions I was to assume with a single word, how to tell someone’s position and specialties from the type, quality, and position of the ornaments and jewelry the different slaves were adorned.

“The basics are pretty intuitive, bare necked slaves are on the bottom. Then leather, copper, steel, silver, titanium, gold, and at the top are the slaves with diamond studded collars. You see someone with a collar that is nothing but shiny rocks and you are basically talking to their human owner. They are more like pets than livestock. Unless they are being punished, you won’t see anyone with a gold or silver collar in the fields. Those metals are reserved for house slaves. An armlet is like a half-step up, a septum ring a half step down, while a bracelet or anklet can indicate a positive or negative ranking depending on the material or if there are any charms or icons involved.”

What I found most intriguing was her analysis of the tension between the different **** races. “Orcs have really thrown off the traditional balance. Y’all are just too good as slaves. Which is making everyone nervous.” The rabbit-adjinn said.

“Well, we are better.” I said with a shrug. “But it is not like people are going to want fewer slaves. Even if orcs can do more work and look better doing it. It is not like they are going to just get rid of the anthros while they can still work.”

“It is more than that. There have been fundamentalists who have advocated for exterminating the anthrokin since the earliest days of The Church. Now those people are preaching that God made the orcs to replace us. Some people are calling for a ban on importing anthros from the old continent. And that is besides the fact that you make all of the other monsters jealous. You are stronger than minotaurs, work harder than centaurs, you breed faster than nezumi, your milk is better than a holstaur…”

“And our body grass is high in protein and fiber.” I snarked.

The bunny girl giggled and nuzzled my leg. “I was going to say ‘and every one of you has a hot bod that just exudes this amazing aroma.” The girl took a deep breath of my natural musk before she said. “It is intoxicating. Everyone just wants to be around you.”

“Everyone except the elves.” Ophidia corrected.

“Well, yeah. That goes without saying.” The rabbit-adjinn said with a shrug.

“Elves have a problem with orcs?” I asked.

Both **** girls burst out in laughter. “Oh Arthor’s sack, where do I even begin with that one.” The bunny-girl said.

Before she could elaborate, the sound of the door’s lock being unbolted filled the room. “Quick. Nadu.” Ophidia said, indicating which of the **** poses we should take to greet Master Lucas. The three of us fell to our knees, legs spread open with our palms open, facing upward resting our thighs with our heads bowed. As we waited for commands, I heard multiple sets of feet. The scent of humans, anthros, adjinn, and orcs wafted through my olefactories. We were made to wait on our knees as most of the slaves spread out to do their duties. A small group of the new arrivals gathered around us.

“You werain’t fibbing, brohah. This fella is the biggest verda anyone ever seen, no doubt.” I could tell from the speaker’s tone and scent that the man was Lucas’s brother.

“No doubt.” Lucas said. “Eyes up.” the chief overseer commanded. My head rose to see Lucas standing next to a man who did bear a striking resemblance to him. Attending the two humans were a handful of orcs along with three collared beastkin. A blonde anthro-monkey woman with a gymnast’s figure, an adjinn girl that looked and smelled like her daughter, and a graceful aquatic adjinn with hair that seemed to float around the woman’s delicate figure as if she was submerged in water. Her silver collar matched the decorative scales that shimmered in the skylight and the gills on her deltopectoral triangles. But for that and some adorable bony protrusions that made the water-adjinn look like a princess, she looked breathtakingly, inhumanly human. A **** waif who took my breath away. “Rise and be at ease.” Commanded master Lucas.

The bunny adjinn got to her feet the fastest. “Hey Sis!” She said to the water-adjinn, she leapt up and gave the taller woman a hug. “They let you out of the tank for this? Are you getting bred today as well?”

“No. I have to be back in the big house before the guests arrive, but Master Rury has a kind heart and gave me leave to watch and support my little sister.” The water-girl turned and looked at me. “They were not kidding. He is the biggest orc I have ever. Are you going to be alright sis?” The angel of a fish girl asked.

“Yeah. He looks all scary and mean, but he is just a big cuddly ursine. There is no one I…” the words got lost in her mouth as the bunny girl’s eyes fell on a nubile orc boy with a copper collar around his neck. The Bunny girl blushed and batted her eyelashes. The orc boy noticed the girl looking at him. The two young lovers stared at one another for a long silence heavy with unspoken feelings before the monkey-adjinn backflipped over the orc boy and landed next to the Bunny-girl“Hey Cousin cotton butt.” The monkey-adjinn said, giving the shorter girl a big hug. “Excited?” The blonde girl asked. I could not help but notice that not only did the carpet match the drapes, but so did the tail.

“Hey Cousin Miru” Cotton-Ass#3 said smiling up at the taller adjinn before turning to give an even bigger smile to the orc boy. “Hi CherryStick. I am glad that you are here.”

“Thanks” The virgin orc boy said awkwardly.

“Can you believe it? Dad and Uncle Luke said that once we give our owner a couple of replacements…”

“““We will be Daddy’s girls.””” The cousins shrieked in joy before the pair jumped up and down in youthful exuberance which seemed to make the nubile orc boy standing next to them uncomfortable.

“I am really happy for you both. Really.” CherryStick said. I could smell that the orc boy was lying. “We will have to make our trip into town an extra big celebration.” He said, smiling sheepishly. “It might be the last time that we are all together.”

“Don’t say that.” The bunny girl said, her hand caressing the young orc’s smooth cheek. “Just because we are going to be owned by our fathers does not mean that you will not see us.”

“Its just that while you are making mana-berry quotas. We will be tending to our Daddies’ needs like we were a couple of heirloom elves.” Miru said.

“It will be nice to know that someone is looking after him in case my owner decides to sell me.” The anthro-monkey said walking over to her daughter’s side. “It is a shame that your brother did not want to come.”

“You know how Saru is.” Miru said.

“That boy needs to get over himself and accept that life is not fair. He should be happy that you have a father that cares about you and drop this petty resentment act. It is not going to make you any less human.” Her mother said. “I am so happy for you sweetie.”

The chief overseer walked up to me with a smile.“How you feeling BigFella?”Lucas asked me as he patted my ass. “This is my brother Eli and his daughter, Miru. We have enough time for you to knock up a couple of sluts before the afternoon quota check. Tell me, how are you at playing pretend? People will pay extra to watch a breeding recording with a plot. Now, I know your kind have trouble absorbing the writing engrams in your binding. So let me explain what I want from this first scene.” Lucas then pointed at his rabbit-adjinn daughter and the nubile orc boy with the name CherryStick and told me his plan.

After he had laid it all out for me. Lucas asked. “So, what do you think, BigFella?” He asked as he gestured for one of the nearby orc slaves to come over. One of my daughters stood with her hands on her head as the chief overseer fondled her breast.

I wanted to tell the overseer that it was cruel, sadistic, and spiteful. Instead my mind drifted to that strange hiccup when I seeded Ophidia and I told the master. “I hope I can fulfill my duties. I am not sure that I can give you the children you desire.”

Lucas said. “I am sure that you have no problems in that department. I have been asking around. Hot dang it is like over half the verdas we hauled inheya today say they are your son or daughter. Three wives. Dang.”

“Five.” I corrected. “I had five wives when I was taken.”

“Well, Lady Barnett owns three. Plus that little sweetart what says she is gonna be married to you.” Lucas pointed to an orc girl changing sheets on the bedroom set Ophidia and I had just used. It was the princess of the Stone Bison tribe I had won in the fighting pits. Her petals sat between her legs still untouched. I opened and closed my fists thinking of how much I wanted to tear this human half my size to pieces before taking back what is rightfully mine. “I have no doubt that you can perform upon command.” Lucas said.

“I am sure I can perform, but at the moment of implantation. Something. Strange is happening to me with my DrrJkktckchptck.” I said not having a human word for the part of me that formats my seeds.

Lucas burst out laughing. “Default Mode!” He said, hitting me with his fists as he lost himself in what seemed like the funniest thing in the world. “The mana’geneers had a dick’s end of a time figuring out how all that works down there.” I felt the sudden sting of my human master slapping my cock. The sound of the meaty slap was loud enough that Lucas surprised himself. “But eventually they got it all worked out and incorporated into the bindings. Y’all will breed what you're told, and when not told otherwise, the default mode was set to seed a betorc, a grox, and a placentorc. That last one is just a fancy way of saying that the sluts you knock up are pregnant with half-orc babies.”

“Half? How can something be half an orc? You are either an orc, or you ain’t.” I said. “And betorc? Grox? Sorry master but those words do not mean anything to me.” I said.

“HoneyCunt4, Fiddler, come.” Lucas commanded. An orc buck and bitch walked over to the task master. As soon as I saw the pair I could tell that there was something wrong with these two. They were orcs. But they were not proper orcs. They were runty, grottish, scrawny, timid creatures made to imitate an orc, but built using shortcuts, half-steps, and goblin parts. They disgusted me. Lucas grabbed the pair by the backs of their necks and started stroking their emerald green skin with his thumb. “These are betorcs. They have a longevity of 25% greater than a regular orc without that late stage metamorphosis you all go through to decide who is an alpha and who is chow for goblins.” Lucas grinned at my visible dislike of the twisted creatures the humans had made in mockery of The Great Green. The sickly looking things cowered from my glare “They get that a lot from your lot. Mockery of your big fungus spirit and all that. They are becoming quite popular with the shopkeepers and merchant houses.” Lucas let go of their necks and grabbed their wrists to show me their weak, spidery hands. “Good for clerical work. Make great music’ans too.” Lucas sent the pair of betorcs scurrying off with a slap on their scrawny asses and the command to “Git back to work.”

“Yes, Master, of course master, I am happy to be commanded.”

“It feels good to be told what to do. I am so glad to have the masters to serve.” The two pittered on like that, groveling obsequiously more to one another than to the humans to which they were so devoted.

Lucas turned to look at his daughter, then at me. “Now. Letsah make me some grandchildren.”

It started out like a lot of pornos. A girl sitting on a bed getting interviewed by a cameraman. “Right now I am registered as Cotton-Ass#3. But I am hoping that, Daddy will give me a new name soon.” She told the camera when asked her name. When they asked her if she had a lot of experience with sex. The girl blushed and said “Everyone says that I am as good at sucking cock as my momma, but that is it.” When she was asked if she ever kissed a boy, the girl closed her eyes and shook her head. “Masters never gave me permission. I. My Daddy told me when I was still a kid, before my tail grew in, that my first kiss was special and that I had to save it.” When she was asked if there was someone that she thought about kissing. Someone she wished that she could kiss. The Bunny girl buried her hands in her face and laughed as she saw CherryStick coming towards her. “Oh my God you guys!” She said as the orc sat down on the bed and put his arms around the girl.

“Zhella, there is something I have to tell you.” The young orc said, looking nervous. “I love you.” He said looking the young demi-human in the eyes as he was compelled to tell her that. “Master Lucas, he commanded that I come up here and tell you how I really feel about you. And how I really feel is that you are the kindest, smartest, sweetest, most wonderful woman in the whole world. I would do anything to be with you. I am sorry for using your friend name in public, but I will never call you that demeaning title.” He said before adding. “Unless a master gives me a direct order.”

“Oh Cherry.” She said with tears of happiness in her eyes as she reached over and wrapped her arms around her friend. The two held each other, trying to eek out what comfort they could from one another. The young lovers looked into each other’s eyes with a longing that turned to agony as they tried to kiss, but the bindings upon their soul prevented them from so much as rubbing noses.

Standing behind the cameraman. Lucas said. “That was really sweet. Did you mean that part about being willing to do anything to be with her? Think carefully, ****. Anything can be a very powerful word in application.”

The boy was a proper orc. His voice did not waver in the slightest when he said. “Absolutely. Zhella is the most precious thing in the world to me. She is my everything. I would take any risk for her.”

“Well.” Lucas said thinking. “That does change my plans a bit. I was just going to let you kiss for a while before making you watch BigFella here knock my girl up. But now that I realize that you feel that strongly about her. I am going to give you a chance to fuck my daughter.” Lucas’s hand was rubbing my glutes before telling the nubile orc “but first, you gotta fuck BigFella here.” Lucas slapped my ass. “What is it going to be BigFella, are you going to bend over and take it up the ass from this squirt fresh from the spawning pool or are you going to spit that boy and show him who is the boss orc around here? Go on then, show that verda what a big fella like you can do.”

The boy gave a good accounting for himself. The boy used his cunning and slid between my legs and tried to kick my feet out from under me. But the boy’s strike lacked the power to do more than make me sway. The boy got to his feet faster than I could be bothered to turn. The boy was burning with greenfyre as he got around me again and leapt on my back. “WOAAHHR!” The boy bellowed in my ears as he tried to **** me out. I sighed and let him at least try and constrict my airway, but my muscles were too strong and his were too runty.

I let him grunt and squeeze in vain for long enough that Lucas got annoyed. “I know I said take your time, but there is no reason to drag out the boy’s humiliation.”

“Master, I…” I wanted to protest, complain, heck I almost begged. But the look that Lucas gave me made my words die in my mouth. Lucas had his heart set on watching his girlfriend’s childhood crush lose his petals to me. Nothing I could say was going to change his mind. “As you wish, Master.” I said before pulling the boy named CherryStick off of my back. I held each of his arms in my hands and held the boy up to look him in the eyes. “Sorry. But orders are, well. You know.”

“Yeah, I do.” CherryStick started to tear up. “It’s not fair. Why do I have to be bitch-bonded?”

“Because you had eyes for the overseer’s daughter, you fool.” I told him before I put both of his wrists in hand and held them behind his back while I took CherryStick’s neck in my other hand and bent him over. I looked down at the nubile orc boy squirming under my power with his face buried in the well worn mattress. His skin soft was that of an unseasoned youth. There was no appeal in it for me and the greenfyre within me dimmed.

All orc women enjoy the pleasure of other orc women and take great pleasure from the touch of their fellow wives and bond sisters. Some orc men enjoy the carnal pleasures of other orc men, but almost always with orcs of roughly the same size, status, and stature. I cannot say that it is true of all orc tribes, but in my tribe and most other tribes, nubile orcs who chose to be bonded with another man usually chose one of their peers for a mutual bonding ceremony. For me to violate this nubile boy in such a way was almost as sickening to me as those things I had been **** to sire.

“Is there something wrong. Having trouble?” Lucas asked from off camera. Before I could answer, Lucas snapped his fingers and said. “I got it. Shimmera, come to Daddy.” The water-Adjinn gracefully sauntered over to her father’s side. The man whispered something in the demi-human’s ear that shocked her.

When she was done receiving her instructions. The girl nodded, told her father “If that is what you want, Daddy.” and gracefully sauntered onto the set, past CherryStick and I and up to her sister. Ignoring the pair of orcs, the woman caressed her sister’s pale face. Zhella turned her hollow eyes on her sister. “Hey sis.” Shimmera said

“Hey sis.” Zhella replied. “What does Maste…What does Daddy want?” the bunny girl asked.

“Daddy wants me to help you practice your kissing.” Shimmera said. Zhella turned to see Lucas nodding in the affirmative. “Just relax.” The water-adjinn said as she started to gently press her soft lips into those of her sister. The soft smooching noise was interwoven with the soft moans escaping from Zhella’s mouth as she experienced new sensations and feelings.

Shimmera’s hands teased and toyed with her sister’s ample breasts and nipples. The water adjinn shot me a dirty look of pure vitriol before she turned her attention with eyes closed to explore the bunny girl’s mouth with her tongue. The sight, sounds, and smells were overwhelming and before to long my arousal was visible to everyone. “There we go.” Lucas said. “I knew all you needed was a little encouragement. Now show little CherryStick here his place in the pecking order. I wanna see your green goo dripping out of this boy’s asshole.

I lined up my cock while doing my best to keep my eyes on the two sisters who upon being commanded ‘chadu’ by the director, had knelt facing one another with their legs spread apart. The two girls exchanged passionate kisses as they mutually masterbated one another with one hand, the other hand caressing, stroking, teasing, exploring, and otherwise stimulating their partner. My ears drums pounding so loud with anger that I almost could not here the boy underneath me praying to The Human God and its prophet, Arthor for mercy. “Arthor forgive me, show mercy upon this faithful monster. I desire to please the masters in all things. I submit to the Holy writ and accept my place in The Divine OrdAAHahahaha fuck that hurahhhh!” I grabbed the boy by the back of his collar and started riding his tight, virgin rear.

It did not take long for his asshole to stretch and accommodate me. As it did, the petals flowering around his cock started to wilt and fall to the floor. His spirit was transitioning and with it his body. When an orc fights or fucks, he becomes a conduit of The Great Green and uses that energy to make themselves bigger, stronger, tougher, and all around orcier. But when done like this with one alpha+ orc imposing themselves on an innocent unspoiled butt without any reciprocation was twisting young CherryStick into a more effeminate form. It was subtle, but by the time the last of his petals had fallen and his pubic grass started to sprout. CherryStick’s hips felt more slender, his arms and shoulder less bulky, and his voice was an octave higher when he shouted “Arthor’s sack!” and shot jets of orc semen onto the floor. “That…” the young orc buck panted like a dog before saying. “...Was not as bad as I thought it would be.” He said turning to look up at me with eyes that seemed wider than before. His eyelashes had grown half again as long, which he fluttered at me before asking Lucas if “Master would like me to clean this BigFella’s cock before it goes in your daughter?”

Before I could say that it was not necessary since orcs do not have diseases since every cell in our body terminates non-orcoid antigens with **** prejudice and that my dick was no less clean for sodomizing the orc buck. Master Lucas said “What a great idea, get on your knees and show me those cock sucking skills your verdaboys arle known for.” CherryStick let out a literal giggle as got down on his knees with a “Yes, Master.” and started humming as he made my shaft disappear down his throat.

As his head bobbed back and forth, CherryStick looked up at me with such adoration and longing. I had seen a similar look on my wives when they would worship my mast with their mouths, but the difference was that I returned the sentiment. The only feeling I was capable of showing this orc buck was pity and contempt. I turned my gaze up and away from him and tried not to think about how violated I felt as the orc man took my shaft in his hand and started licking my balls like they were candy.

He would have gone one had Lucas not directed CherryStick to get out of the way so that I could “do his duty and knock up my bunny girl’s booty.” CherryStick got up and gave Master Lucas a pouty look that caused the chief overseer to burst out laughing and say “If you love him so much, then you have my permission to toss the BigFella’s salad while he works.”

“Really Master, that will probably get in the way and I really do not think that…” I started to try and put together a legitimate excuse to keep the boy away from me when Master Lucas cut me off in mid-sentence.

“Now Now. Don’t begrudge the boy his treats, he done been good today and he wants this, doncha, boy?” Lucas asked CherryStick.

“Yes, Master. It would be my pleasure.” The orc buck said.

“Then it is settled. BigFella don’t be trying to hide yoself. Let the boy taste dat ass oyours.” Lucas commanded.

Doing my best to ignore the strange sensation on my backside. I turned and gazed at the bunny girl and her sister clasping onto one another recoiling from my approach. I take Zhella’s hand and gently pull her into my arms. Shimmera gives me a hateful stare and tries to hold onto her sister, but is unable to resist the overwhelming strength of my muscles rippling with the power of The Green.

I picked the girl up with both hands and slowly pulled her down onto me. The cameraman was not wrong. The girl was small and tight. My girth stretched the bunny girl to her limit. The girl’s eyes rolled back as pleasure and pain battled for dominance in her nervous system as I buried my cock inside of her as deep as it would go, always careful not to damage the delicate waif. I held her ass in one hand while I used my other hand to give the girl something with which to support herself. I started slow but forceful, letting her know that she was indeed being fucked by the most powerful creature in the natural or abnatural worlds but never losing control, always keeping it strong steady as the rhythm increased.

I felt Zhella’s back muscles relax into the palm of my hand as her own instincts kicked in. Zhella’s hips started working like a jackhammer. She pulled herself up and hugged herself around my waste. Her breasts, which must have defied gravity to be that big on a frame that small, squeezed against me. I felt her nipples like rocks pressing into my flesh as she vibrated in my arms. She made the most adorable ‘Brrrrrlllrrrr’ noise when she would cum, which she did a lot.

When it was my turn to cum, the strange sensation in my genitals did not surprise me and actually felt oddly pleasant. I was not just creating life, but I was creating life for my masters, even if that life was disgusting trash monsters that exist as a living mockery to all that is Green and Good. My body did not care. As I came, I saw flashes of the creatures I was creating. Lucas had insisted on three female betorcs to act at the replacements Ms. Barnett had asked for, but he also wanted, what he called, ‘proppah’ grandchildren, and insisted that I knock up Zhella with two half-orcs, one boy, and one girl.

Every fiber of my being screamed at me to not create these children. For an animal to be infused with The Green but not be of The Green was blasphemy, a perversion of all that is proper, but higher powers were at work. Like a battle raging in my soul, the greenfyre struggled defiantly under the lash and yoke of the Human God’s power and in the end my energies could go nowhere except where my human master’s desired.

“WOOOOAAAAAAHHHHHHR!!!” I cried out as the greenish-white goo inseminated the bunny girl. I carefully set Zhella down, her thighs as covered with the overflowing seed as the rest of her was dripping with sweat.

Once the girl was lying on the bedspread I turned around and looked down at the obsequious green boy tonguing out my spore-hole and gestured to my master trying to use my eyes to ask the overseer if I have permission to make the orc buck stop. “Alright now.” Lucas said. “You can stop now Cherry.” The orc took his time withdrawing his tongue from my rear. “Anything you want to say BigFella?”

Orcish is a very complex language with multiple modes of expression, some harmonic, some phonetic, some tactile. I punched CherryStick in the face. Not with all my might. The bindings did not allow me to kill other slaves without good reason, and ‘he makes me sick and killing him will make me feel better.’ did not pass the bar. But smashing the emerald twinks face against my knuckles and feeling his teeth break felt satisfying. CherryStick crawled over to my feet and started kissing my feet and begging me for forgiveness as he licked my toes. “Buzz of, ya git.” I told the buck with a stern kick that sent the orc boy scurrying away.

“And cut. Great job everyone.” The director said.

Shimmera gave her sister a hug. “I am so proud of you. I cannot wait to meet my niece and nephew.” She said caressing her sister’s belly. “I remember when I had your niece, you do not know how magical it is to feel something new and beautiful growing inside of you. The joy of giving your owners another ****. It is unlike anything else. Something no man can understand.” She said glancing at me before giving her sister one last hug before saying “I have to get back to the tank. I love you.”

“I love you to sis. I am. Glad. that I got to share my first kiss with you.” Zhella said with the sweetest of smiles.

As Shimmera departed. Lucas came over with a towel and mug of steamy mug of a local stimulant called brewkeh that smelled like chocolate and strawberries. “I am so proud of you sweetheart.” Lucas said caressing the girl’s belly.

“What happens now?” Zhella asked her father.

“Now my sweet girl, we get you cleaned up. Then get some rest. No more quotas for you today.”

Zhella smiled and let out a yawn as she said. “Yes. Daddy.”

After he had seen to her, Lucas came over to me and said. “Alrightah, let's get BigFella here cleaned up as we prep the next shoot. Come on people. We are burning daylight and if my niece is not knocked up by fifth bell y’all will spend tomorrow in The Toaster.”

“““Yes, Master””” Cried out a dozen voices.

(If you have read both versions of this chapter, I would be interested in hearing which you like more)