Orcish Paramour And Dragoness Attack

As I emerge from the cave I finally get a good look at my companion and am surprised. This new world in which I have landed has a number of radically different "Races" in it, far more different than the 'races' of humans on earth, but still cross-fertile. "Humans" are the dominant Race on this planet, due to a combination of superior fecundity paired with a relatively long lifespan, but short maturation rate, and ease of learning new skills.

My companion, however, is not human, she has the bright green skin, gently pointed ears, thick muscles, and the small tusks of an "Orcish" woman. Orcs are seen as the poor cousins of the non-monster Races, having very short lifespans and not being well suited to most civilized jobs. Orcs are strong but dull, their intellect and social skills lagging behind those of humans but being fantastically strong. They commonly find work as mercenaries or in strength based professions like stevedore or bricklayer. Orcs are also considered ugly, with either porcine or rat-like features. These facts combine to make orcs an oppressed underclass in the civilized world, and they frequently travel to the fringes of the Republic to live away from the other Races.

My companion, however, is not ugly by any stretch of the imagination. Her skin is the color of healthy Kentucky Bluegrass and positively glows with vitality. Her tusks are blunt and cute looking in her dark green, very kissable, lips. Her eyes are a vibrant hazel, with hidden depths that whisper of uncommon intellect. Her long black hair is lustrous and well kept, trimmed in a gentle arc just above her plump butt. She is wearing homespun wool clothes, with a blouse and skirt that cling in all the right places. Her Breasts are large and firm, with nipples that tent the fabric of her clothes, as if just my presence excites her. Lastly, and this I have been aware of for some time, she smells of lavender and mushrooms, a scent of the deep forest in high summer...

"Excuse me miss, I never got your name?" I ask, and she smiles.

"I'm called Mayfair McCoy, what's thy name?" Mayfair says as we hurry down a path all but overtaken by the underbrush.

"You may call me Robin K. Simons," I reply, but no sooner do I say it then there's an immense flapping of wings up ahead and in a small clearing down the path an immense naked; (woman?) of massive proportions lands and roars at us!

The creature partakes of both dragons and humans, with talons like steak knives, scales instead of skin, huge leathery wings, and a long tail ending in a mace-like flange. However, she also has massive human-like breasts, stands erect like a woman, and has a woman's genitalia. There also are some aspects that match neither being: the top of her head, her underarms, and her genitals are covered with shocks of downy feathers, she is only ten feet tall, not twenty like a dragon or eight at the **** outside like a woman, and she has horned spikes on her knees and elbows...

"Dear Gods! The Dragoness!" Mayfair cries, and starts dragging me away into the underbrush...