Find That Orc!

Night

“I don’t know about you, but I feel lower than mud.” Vera dropped her fat ass down next to me.

I had my legs hanging off the side of the castle watching the landscape pass by as Gabe’s castle puttered about. The elf hated the wide open space.

So I liked it.

It gave me anxiety, the only real way to tell if you’re alive.

“What do we have to feel guilty about? We’re just pawns in this machismo bullshit.”

It was a classic Night lie.

I felt bad for attacking Lana yesterday even as the idea excites me so hard it makes my bones horny.

And I feel bad for losing to Jasmine again. Nerf that shield it’s broken. I never lose, this is such nonsense. I don’t even care that Gabe hates me, the feeling is mutual, I just hate losing

“It’s my fault Jasmine got taken. I willing went with him, I was just so mad I…”

“Go away, Vera.” I said firmly.

She looked shocked, like no one had ever gotten tired of her whining before. “Hey I was just trying to…”

“Go away.” I said again.

She huffed and got up. “Fine, sorry to bother you!” She stomped off.

“Just don’t let it happen again!” I called after her, smiling a bit as I did. Fucking Nanny goat. Couldn't keep her nose out of my business when we were humans. No different now.

A moment later a shadow stood over me. I thought it was Vera coming back to tell me off and salvage her pride, but no. It was one of Gabe’s Errand boys with a letter.

“For you my lady.” He bowed.

I hissed at him, and took the letter from the air as it fell out of his grasp. He skitterd away like rat in a fancy frock. What could it possibly say? “You are cordially invited to suck Gabe’s dick in front of a crowd, please RSVP.”

Nope.

“The third challenge begins now

Princess Jasmine has been lost, and Balthazar has hidden away. Find her. You will pass or fail as a group, but will be graded individually.

Get looking.

-Skye.”

So it was a hunt.

I smiled, and felt myself moistened at the thought.

I loved a hunt.

——-

Precious

“So what did you do in there?” I asked him as I scaled the circular staircase. The challenge was on boys and girls, I had places to be. Those steps were big though, and I had to take giant strides just to get my feet up there. Gabe was refusing to carry me, just needlessly cruel, in my opinion.

“What did Skye make me do you mean.” The worst part was he was walking behind me, I kind of felt like he waswatching me suffer.

“Right.” I huffed.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You have to.” I insisted. “She’s got a whole new life with us right? What if one of us calls her senator and her head explodes?” I'd read enough sci-fi. I know my stuff.

He made some frustrated hand gesture behind me. “I turned her into a super fan. I took her money and education and turned it into devotion and lust for me. Happy?”

“Yes.” I didn’t bother to hide the annoyance in my voice.

“What?”

This boy.

“We’re trying to win here Gabe. Taking the Senator out of action is a big step forward. If you got to skip all this other stuff and got to make her a harem girl, that’s great.” I made a decision when I told Gabe this was all a game, that I was going to be by his side until the end. Say what you want about him. He's mopy, selfish, a sleeze, has a foot fetish, whatever you want. But the boy knows how to win. Somehow after a night with Jasmine he'd won her over, and I didn't ask any questions.

Then after I made that promise, I thought of King Arthur, and Merlin. Gabe was the prince, and I was a mage. You couldn't squint and mistake us for the legend, but we fit the tropes. People knowingly or unknowingly feel comfortable sliding into those, adhering to them. That was my play, Gabe's right hand halfling.

I hope that explains a lot of what I do.

I'm not heartless you know. It's sad what happened to the senator, and I was scared as shit of getting brainwashed by the bus driver.

But last time we did things my way, I ruined everything. Hell I might have gotten us all killed. No way we would have been on that bus at that time if we'd won.

And...

I'm explaining myself too much.

Just know... please.

He looked at me for a long time, and eventually said. "Who could get horny from all this?"

"Beats me."

He sighed, and picked me up. "You don't think it's cheating if I help you out do you?"

I relaxed in his arms, and thanked him silently for carrying me up the stairs. "I think that might be an intended mechanic."

He looked at me wearily. "Did you plan everything from the start of this morning?"

"No." I shook my head. "I really just wanted to hang out with you. I'm trying to win you know." He frowned. "And before you spiral down wherever that frown is taking you, consider that I'm not sleeping with you, and am trying to do this naturally."

He smiled, the stairs spiraled around us. "I was always pretty intimidated by you back at the house. You're so smart, and confident."

"Thanks." I wagered flattering him, or hitting him in the nuts. "I didn't think much of you." What? I'm still me! "You know, you always seemed like this geeky has-been rockstar, I dunno."

He laughed at that. "That's pretty much on the money."

"And I of course thought I knew better than you..."

"Why'd you do it?" He looked at me seriously. He didn't need to say what, I knew he was talking about my performance in that last game.

That was fair. He'd gotten enough shit for the last thing he'd done in life. Why not me? "It just felt right. I was the face of the team, I thought I deserved to be first in. I guess I took that assumption and just worked backward until I found an excuse to make it happen."

"It's kind of sad huh?"

"What part of it?"

"All of it." He sighed. "We've spent the first few days here just going 'Why?' 'Why did you do this, why that?' When the answer is that we didn't think we'd die twenty minutes later. We spent out last few moments on the planet being petty losers."

He had a point. "I certainly would have been nicer to a few people."

We came to door at the very top of the tower. Elevators couldn't get invented fast enough. "Here we are." I jumped out of his arms, and opened it up.

My plan for finding the rat was checking out Balthazar's wizard tower. Maybe he left a clue of some kind.

I was not disappointed by the place, if there's one thing this themepark didn't skip out on it was the set dressing. It was suitably cramped with books, potions. Trickets and gadgets hung from coat hooks, and book shelves, and the entire thing was dominated by a large telescope.

"I've got a DnD Semi right now." Gabe look around the room with a smile on his face.

What a dork. "You don't suppose he's got an incriminating journal around here where he confesses to crashing the bus on purpose, and says right where he's going to drag the princess?"

"Dare to hope."

There's no way the perv was up here, there was dust on everything. He didn't strike me as much of a reader, but even the jewels and treasures around this place weren't touched. No way he missed those.

"Look a crystal ball!" Gabe gamely pulled it off the shelf, I think it's the first time I saw him having fun. "Think you could use it?"

He set it down in front of me. Feeling up to the part, I waved my hands over it, and to both of our surprise clouds actually began to gather inside. "Holy crap!" I jumped back, and so did he. The crystal landed on the table with a 'thunk.'

We both stared at it as the clouds receeded and it once again became an inanimate hunk of crystal. "That was sick!"

I chewed my lip. Bad habit. "You don't think I could actually..."

"You're the Wizard! Why not?" He went back over to the ball and picked it up for me.

I caught myself smiling despite it all. "Okay let's go for it." I brushed my hands over the crystal and began to hum. Clouds gathered once more, Gabe had to suppress a squeal when it started vibrating in his hand. "You know this might all be a fever dream..."

"But what a dream." He smiled.

"Crystal ball, where does he lurk? Reavel the lair of the bus-driving jerk!"

Anna

It was hard keeping the cleric under control that morning. She was in religious ecstasy, and I was pretty good myself. I felt healed. Whenever a wave of positive emotion flowed through me it would suddenly rocket to her **** satisfaction.

It was tempting to feel such emotions, even a godless heathen like me was not immune. So I decided to let her have her moment, and look the back seat.

Then the challenge came in.

This game didn’t have any skills. No perception, no investigation, no track! That’s how you would usually find someone in these types of games. I didn’t have any idea how to track someone. Outside of video games I’m pretty sure I have no skills, so this wasn’t looking too good for me.

However, the cleric had an idea.

What do all lost sheep do in the dark of night? They of course, pray.

She took us back to the bedroom, our bedroom. She made a show of piling our body up with sweet perfume before she kneeled in front of the bed and closed her eyes.

She was wet before she started muttering away to him, but the inclusion of her fingers soon got my whole sex thrumming. “Help me find your wayward orc.” She whispered with my lips. “Please Gabe let me reunite us, and make your kingdom whole.”

But just like when I was a kid asking for super powers, no answer came. No matter how fervently she fucked my pussy.

Better luck next time. I was ready to take back over, make a real effort of it. I'm not a total washout I could find something. Who knows? Maybe Gabe helps those who help themselves.

Then I yelped in surprise as her hand came down on my ass. Her ass. I was already tender from last night, I didn’t think we needed more of that. Then she spanked me again and I thought ‘How else are we supposed to pray?” Nothing came. Gabe demanded pain with our pleasure, and this was good and true.

So pray we did. She did, I just watched and endured as the cleric assaulted me from both sides of the spectrum. Her words were muttered begging, moaning, and whimpers. I couldn’t think of anything to contribute. I was just getting passed around inside that head as these larger than life emotions roiled about.

Then as she worked on me, this image began to occur within my head. It was like I was imagining something, but I couldn’t turn away from it. More than that it became apparent that it was connected to my “prayers” or the ass burning orgasm they were leading to. I knew this because it would ebb in synch with the pleasure in our body. It was only getting brighter, more clear. As my pussy clenched and quivered it became bigger and bigger until it was taking up the whole of my mind.

“I’m coming! I’m coming! I see…”

——-

Lana

This was kind of exciting. I have always loved mysteries and directed a who-done-it or two in my time. Tracking down an evil wizard sounded fun!

Please don’t hate me for that.

Despite it all... this was kind of fun.

I started thinking about the case, and usually what they do is interview the witnesses right? I figured if I had high charisma that’s be the sort of thing I was good at.

So I asked around a bit, and sure enough, Balthazar had an apprentice who was under house arrest. I kind of wondered if he existed before I asked, or if the world was filling in around us as we explored? I hadn't heard of him before this, but now I had a name, and a place to find him.

I dunno, but I did manage to get the guards to let us talk. Who could say no to the scantily clad process of the south?

His name was Schalloc, imagine seeing a baby and thinking that’s its name. It was a true disservice because this was a handsome guy. Really boyish and cute, I dunno he was kind of my type back home. He kind of looked like this history teacher I worked with, but a little younger. He was wearing some robes that didn’t strike me as fancy or impoverished.

He was in his room, which was small by my standards, both me and the bard. It was a broom closet with a bed, but it was a nice bed, and he was sitting on the bed, and I liked seeing a boy in bed.

I think I licked my lips.

Whatever I did he was excited to see me. His eyes lit up like he’d seen a celebrity. “You’re Lana Merah!” Which I guess I was.

“And you’re Schalloc; so glad we get to skip getting to know each other.” I got onto the bed with him, and lounged. It felt so natural, but this was so out of character for me. I know I have it easy as one of the human transformations but it’s still weird.

“Why are you here?” He asked. I felt like I was a bot checking for plagiarism. Only I was looking to see if I had his attention. Eyes on me, good. Copying my posture good. Chewing his lips, very good. I could practically hear his heartbeat. It beat for me as all hearts should. Dazzled, entranced, longing.

“Now now.” I tutted. “That’s a getting to know me question, allow me to instead ask where Balthazar went.”

He stiffened immediately, and not in a fun way. “I don’t know.”

“Lie.” I yawned. I should have been anxious that I was entering a conflict but instead I was bored that he did the obvious thing and lie. I would have rewarded him if he’d just shown a little honesty. Wouldn't that have been more fun? More surprising? Why do men choose to bore me when they can... entice? “At least try not to wilt like a traitor when you do it.”

“I’m not lying.” He insisted.

Double bored now I adjusted myself on the bed, and kicked up both feet into his shoulders, pinning him against the wall like a butterfly on display. He gasped, which made me smile. I didn't want to hurt him just, put him in his place. I wiggled my toes next to his face. “Do anything for you?”

He looked confused, but shook his head.

“Well at least someone has their libido screwed on right.” I flicked a piece of cloth away from my wardrobe and revealed that beautiful tan pussy of mine. His eyes went wide. How many thirsty men had looked upon the waters of our oaisis with such wonder longing? "Like what you see?"

He nodded.

I ran my hands along the lips, stroking it like a good pet. "I know what you're thinking."

He gulped.

"You're thinking that I'm only going to tease you with sex, but once you tell me what I want to know I'll leave."

He blinked at me, his horny mind still in shock at seeing a princess's pussy.

"But you're wrong. I'm going to fuck you no matter what you do. I'm just not going to let you cum until I know where my friend is."

"Princess, we can't. You belong to the prince."

I rankled at that. I was suddenly on my knees, towering over his sat form. I used my hand to keep him pressed to the wall. "You think you can tell me who I can fuck?"

"I...I..." I grabbed his hand and made him cup my sex.

"Feel that? Have you ever made a girl wet?"

"I..."

"That's a no, but don't worry, it's your lucky day." I learned in until my lips were brushing the tiny hairs on his ear. "Spread those lips." I purred as he did as commanded. He spread my lips, and allowed my wetness to drip free. I don't even know what had gotten me worked up. Memories of the history teacher? I don't think so. It was this, all of this. I was turning myself on playing with this toy.

He moaned audibly

"Good boy." I cheered, and pawed at his crotch. "There you are." He was hard, of course he was hard. It was like saying the sun would rise over the desert. Just a fact of nature.

"I can't tell you." He whined as I worked his cock free.

"That's fine." I cooed and straddled him. "A few moments ago, you didn't even know. Who knows what a few more will bring?" With that I slide myself down on top of him. I surprised myself by moaning, actually I think I surprised the bard by moaning. It'd been... a while. Maybe not for her, but for me. She paused, for a second embarrassed by the sound before she turned her attention back to him, I could almost feel her scolding me. "But you're a big strong stud right? You'll last for more than a few moments right?"

He groaned, miserably. It didn't inspire confidence in either of us that he would.