Two tribes that aimed to overthrow

Tebor growled in anticipation, looking over the pathetic, mewling sluts his men were stretching into oblivion. They were fools that had left the so-called protection of Othrys and had quickly been captured and subjugated. It only further proved what he already knew, that those fools that followed the supposed Titan and embraced his offered life of peace and tranquility. These breaking women, some kind of catgirl, were only evidence that that way of life was weak. As someone who embodied and believed in strength, Tebor would not tolerate such a lie any more, and those that followed him believed the same. They wanted the early days of the Contagion back, when domination was king and might made right, and they were ready to get there. These moaning, ravaged women would only be the first to be conquered on the shafts of his tribe.

Huffing through his large nostrils, he turned away from the stretched out cats being fucked by his tribe of minotaurs. They were already broken and would soon be bred properly. The immense bull dicks ruining them offered no alternative. Perhaps if they were lucky, they would transform again, this time into proper women that could take a powerful dicking and come out of it with their mind intact. Some might even earn a powerful cock of their own. One had already and was putting to good use her toned, obviously fertile, and virile body. A hungry smile was on her face while she fucked one of her one time compatriots, tufted tail flicking behind her above furred haunches and cloven feet. White sperm poured out of her dick and into the tiger futa beneath her in a mating press, as was proper, and Tebor twisted his elongated face into a smile. Strength was not a purely masculine trait, just as submission was not purely feminine. He was proud to say that any with strength could find a place in his tribe and make use of those deemed to be weak. It was the way of the world.

A particularly monstrous roar pulled his attention elsewhere and he considered the rightness of what he saw. Strength could always be improved, shown acutely by the minotaur that was fucking a voluptuous demoness that had also been captured. Her unholy taint had seeped into her violator and mutated him, granting him another set of eyes and horns, and turning his single tail into a cadre of cock-tipped tentacles. His gigantic balls pumped seed into the demoness as the tentacles wrapped around her body, squeezing her soft flesh with delight and oozing jizz onto it. Her dark strength continued to suffuse into the bull just as his cum did into her, pushing her into an addled state of bliss and acceptance. She would soon be broken and would embrace her place as a cocksleeve to be used and bred and the transformed minotaur would have proven his strength, as was right.

"You can't do this to us! The king protects us! He'll...he'll save us..." Tiny cries of outrage, laced with fear, tickled Tebor's ears and he turned to the captive he had picked out for himself. She was small in statue but more than gifted in form, fat tits hanging pendulously off her slim form, only partially contained by her sexy red and white robe. Despite her bound legs, amber eyes stared up at him with defiance but also terror, her little cat ears laying down with fear. Her bravado failed when he stepped forward and easily lifted her in his massive hands, a lone finger thicker than her arm.

"Your king is weak. We are strong. The strong take from the weak. It is right," he said, positioning her above his turgid dick. She opened her mouth to say something, but his cock began stretching her out before she could manage a word. At first she moaned, then twitched and gasped, then devolved into shaking convulsions as a seemingly endless amount of dick pushed further and further into her.

By the time a little more than half was inside her, the woman was practically ruined. Her rebellious voice was only good for gasping, shuddering pants and moans, her vagina stretched far beyond its limits. So much of her abdomen bulged with his cock that it was a marvel it didn't have any lethal effects. Instead, it had her convulsing with unwanted, maddening pain and pleasure, desperately trying to hold back the collapse of herself while her body flailed, her tongue lolled, and her amber eyes rolled back in their sockets.

Her resistance ended when Tebor came, his powerful spunk flooding her womb and sending her over a cliff of pleasure into an ocean of surrender. Whatever she was before, she would be a breeding slut for these monsters now. Her body changed to reflect that, body growing slightly larger while her pale skin darkened to a rich tan. Her purple hair turned to auburn and cat ears morphed into cow ones. Her butt thickened and hips widened, ideal for breeding, while her already large tits filled and then began spraying milk. Her pathetic moans became deep moos that begged for more breeding, something she got as soon as Tebor pulled the ruined sow off his dick and pushed her to another pair of minotaurs, each one claiming one of her lower holes with massive dicks. She mooed at that too, her broken mind only ever hoping for more.

"We move once sluts are broken, Tebor." The now-unoccupied, powerful minotaur turned to acknowledge the equally tall orc man that led the other half of their combined ****.

"Agreed, Calamar. Enjoy the first victory of many." Calamar grunted and turned to his own tribe, who were doing much the same as Tebor's. Separate, the mintoaurs and orcs wouldn't have the strength to conquer Othrys, but together they would overrun the place easily. Much like Tebor, Calamar saw the residents of the city as weak, though a desire to fuck that weakness was what drew him more than a search for strength.

In the old world, his tribe would have been branded as foul rapists. In the new one, they were just one group among many that roamed around and took what they wanted. Calamar's tribe was better than those others though, by virtue of their incredibly addicting cum. Any man or woman who tasted it would eventually find themselves craving more, an addiction that only got worse the more they received. With so many of them banded together, they could practically dominate anyone they came across, and even if they didn't, anyone who tasted their jizz was almost sure to come crawling back.

Calamar smiled past his tusks at the sight of a girl that would never have to reach that point. Her petite body was already slathered with cum, big firm tits hanging out of her dress for all to see as she was literally used like a toy by the orc twice her size. Her body was rigid and twitching, toes pointed and hands locked up with helpless rapture, as more of the addictive substance was **** inside her already overflowing womb.

Calamar stroked his dick at the sight, knowing there were only two fates remaining for a woman who had reached that level of dumb-fucked semen sluttery. The first was to be used just as she was, a helpless breeding hole for anyone who saw fit to use her. But it seemed that the second option would be the one she would see, a sudden scream echoing out of her abused throat as the orc child in her womb began transforming her. Her pale skin colored, turning to a sultry, warm green while the rest of her body lost its leanness and quickly became much curvier. The girl's eyes rolled back and Calamar knew she was being assaulted with thoughts of breeding and raising her young, using every bit of her fertile, overflowing, luxurious body to do it. When they rolled back down, vacant blue eyes had been replaced with sultry brown ones oozing seduction. She immediately began thrusting herself on her one-time captor's cock, her heavy tits, thighs, and ass jiggling with each bounce. She'd be happily used for the rest of her life and have absolutely no qualms about it.

The male members of the tribe weren't the only ones having fun. Two futanari orcs were spitroasting a young man with their powerful cocks, emptying endless loads into him. He offered no opposition, completely enthralled by the taste and heat of greenskin semen in his throat and ass. Whether he had such inclinations previously was irrelevant to the insatiable orc girls, their large, strong hands holding the skinny man firmly as they fucked him at both ends.

"This hair is getting pretty silky, sis. He going girl?" the one fucking the boy's mouth asked her sister in both tribe and blood. The other futa reached down and prodded at the space between the man's balls and ass, finding nothing but smooth skin.

"No pussy. But maybe soon, this ass is getting pretty juicy."

"That juicy ass is why you're fucking him in the first place," the first reminded her. "Fuck, that tongue..."

"If he doesn't turn, he can just be our stud and breed us over and over and over...and he's cumming." The man between them was indeed cumming, spurts of white jizz painting the floor beneath him, and he shivered as he felt just how pathetically small they were compared to the gorgeous, amazing, delicious loads the strong orc women were filling him up with. He knew which one he preferred.

Calamar chortled at that sight before turning to the one in front of him. Someone had already fed a busty brunette a thick load, as evidenced by the strings of goo hanging from her parted lips, but he had more for her in his heavy balls. Jacking his massive dick a few times, he quickly pushed the girl down, pressing her overflowing chest to the dirt while his cock pushed towards her pussy. He met just a little resistance, but his mighty length couldn't and wouldn't be stopped. The girl moaned throatily as she was penetrated, already embracing the pleasure of her own ****. How could she not, when massive orc cock inside her felt so incredible good and was going to give her more fantastic cum? The only option was to cum, and to cum repeatedly.

Her violator wasn't far behind. Orcs tended to cum quickly and Calamar was no exception. Not that it mattered, when they had the unlimited stamina of the Contagion to keep them eternally hard if they wanted. Besides, it only made turning more women into cum-slobbering whores that much easier. More than pleased, Calamar dumped his nuts inside her **** womb, his semen quickly affecting the woman, who actually roared with pleasure. She wanted more, needed more, and wasn't about to take no for a fucking answer. She'd be getting more of that fantastic cum and no one was going to get in her way. Twin tusks sprouted from her jaw and her muscles began firming up while her skin changed hues. Her enhancing body let her buck back into Calamar's pelvis with even more strength and vigor, focusing only on getting more, fucking more. Her exclamations only became more monstrous as her body continued to be refined into an ideal fucking machine, powerful and sexy. By the time the tribe's leader had finished cumming into her again, she was a gorgeous and muscular orc woman, ready to fuck anyone she liked until her firm abs were replaced with a pregnant bulge.

More than pleased, Calamar pulled his shaft out of her and immediately turned to the next woman, bending her over a short fence and taking her hard. She obviously didn't have the same strength of character the first girl did, but would make a good cum receptacle anyways. "Fuck you," he groaned, pulling on her hair while she sobbed with fear and pleasure. "Fuck you and all the rest. The pathetic king will fall before us, for we are strong! You'll all be slaves to our orc cocks, helpless before their might! The orc and the bull will rule all!" he roared, already tasting the victory that would soon be theirs. Once the two tribes marched on Othrys, they would rule supreme. Such was their right!