An orc police officer.

I must have made quite a sight, butt naked, full sprint, screaming at the top of my lungs. Before I knew it, dirt road had given way to cobblestone. I had made it to town.

All of a sudden, I slammed into a wall of flesh. For the second time in the first ten minutes of my existence, I collapsed wheezing. From my sprawled position I looked up at the person I ran into... and up... and up...

She had to be more than 7 feet tall, with light green skin. Built like an Olympic sprinter, with toned abs, modest but perky B-cup tits, thunder thighs, and a deliciously round ass. Her physique was complimented by her choice of outfit, a short leather tunic and a top that essentially amounted to a bra. A jetblack pixie cut framed a cute boyish face with a button nose, brown eyes, and dark green lips. Lips that were currently frowning.

"Shawna of the town guard." She said, sinking into a low defensive stance and pointing a nasty-looking battle axe at my nose. "State your business, naked man."