Hi, my name is

You shift your body off slowly and carefully keeping watch on the pseudo girl below you. Adjusting to a position that eases the pressure off its chest and repositioning you blade to its throat ready to rip into its soft flesh.

“Now show me what you really are.” You order coldly

The girl stares at you in fear. “You really don’t want me to do that, cause if I do your just gonna kill me.”

“Oh, and why is that.” You answer.

“Cause no one likes my kind in our natural form. They think we’re creepy, even I think is creepy and it’s me”. She begs in an unnatural whinny voice. She continues to stare at you hopping that you would change your mind. “Ahhh, fine”, she screams, “ just don’t say I didn’t warn, and please don’t kill me.”

Her body shudders and slowly begins change, hair and skin disappear leaving only slimy grey amorphous flesh.

“What the fu....” you jump away in fear ready to run if she turns hostile again.

The girls body continues to change, you notice the eyes, ears, mouth and nose are gone, leaving only slit and hole in what used to be her head that is now somewhat see through like the rest of the body in front of you.

You stare at this horror in front of you praying that you haven’t finally lost your mind. You look down with hope that you didn’t piss yourself or otherwise.

The monster in front of you mistakenly take your looking down as checking it out.

“Yeah, nothing down there right now, I can pretty much choose what I want to have there” it says in a dual tonal voice that is hard to tell if male or female.

That voice not only breaks your fear trance but also cause you to breakout into a cold sweat. “Wha. Wa . What?” You say trying to calm yourself.

“I said I can. You know what never mind. Can I please change into something else I really don’t like this form and you seem kinda jumpy.” The creature looks at you.

“Do it! Do it now!” You try not to scream and control your panic. “Seeing you like this is god fuckin terrifying!”

It immediately begins to change, amorphous flesh turns green, yellow eyes appear, small tusks pop out of a small mouth.

Immediately you recognize she transforming into an orc, but much smaller and a whole lot less muscle. Till what sits before you is a non- descript orc of no sex and none of the usual clan marking or battle scars they are so proud of.

“There that’s better” it says in a voice that’s clearly feminine. “Now what do you want me as?”

“What?” You say not understanding what she is asking.

“We’ll do you want me as a man or woman, are tit man or an ass man? I can mix and match if you want. Oh, how about big boobs and ass with a nice big sausage to gobble on while you pound on me!” She says excitedly with a big pervy smile on her face.

“What? Ok. What?”, you say dumbfounded. “First why do you care what I think of what you should look like? Can’t you, is it shift or transform into something your used too.”

“Yea, I can if you really want, but I want to be something that’s pleasing to my new master.” She says sweetly. “So what do you want boobs, butt. Oh, how about a tail, a nice long sexy tail, that way I can give you a tail job and I can play butt games with you master!” She say excitedly clapping her hands while drool forms at the corner of her mouth.

“STOP IT!!!” You shout “Shift into what you usually look like, now!” you order.

“Cheeseus master, okay, I’m sorry” she whines pathetically. “I just wanted to make you happy master.” Her form changes into a skinny orc woman that would easily blend into the background. “There is that better”

“Okay, now first what’s this master thing your calling me, when did I become your master, and what about that human form, cause I doubt you would see a weak looking human like that out here, and finally what the hell is cheeseus?” You say in frustration. “And if you have to know I prefer female with absolutely no dick in any shape or form. And no butt stuff for me I’m vanilla like that. And no I’m going to explain what vanilla is cause I can see what ask.”

“Okay, okay master. Cheeseus is that the elders said when they were mad at somebody.” She tells you like your an idiot.

“I think you mean Jesus, as in Jesus Christ.” You say staring at her like she’s the idiot.

“Jesus Christ master, why would it be that? The only Jesus we ever had was in the cook pots even then it was Cheeseus and rice. Now doesn’t that sound better.” Exclaiming proudly.

You want to tell she’s a stupid fuckin idiot with a stump for brains, but realizing it’s just not worth the hassle as it would just end up leading to more dumb questions. Which would just make you feel stupider. “Fine, just forget about Jesus or cheeses, and I don’t even want to touch on eating people?”

“Okay master,” she says happily like she made a point in further educating you. “Now you wanted to know why I looked like a humie. Well I copied that look from one of the sacred texts that the young orc warriors have. I had to wipe a lot of gunky stuff off the pages to get a real good look at it, they were really sticky.”

You stare at here hoping she’s joking, but soon realize she isn’t. Looking to to sky for guidance, “why did I ask? I now really wish I didn’t know. Maybe if I go back to regent territory I can find some mind bleach or something to get rid of that mental picture.” Looking back to the girl you realize she hasn’t stopped talking.

“...and I had to get rid of the goop that was stuck on my hands cause I had to start cooking so I just wiped it off in the the cook pot to give it a really good flavor. Even the chief and elders said it was one of the best meals they had in a long time even I thought it was great.”

“Stop. Stop. Stop, please I’m going to vomit.”you beg. “And you are to always wash your hands before cooking even if you have to use dirt. You not what that’s not enough, you are not allowed to cook for anyone before you learn what should and shouldn’t go into a cook pot! Well with the exception of those that I hate.” you order.

“Fine master,” she responds weakly, “but I just said I got complemented on it. Even the chief and elders liked it and they don’t like anything unless it’s bloody and raw, sometimes still twitching.”

“No cooking and that’s final!” you order.

She looks at you in the way only a young woman can when a man is being dumb or about to do something dumb. “Alright master you wanted to know why you are now my master. It’s simple really. It’s orc custom.”

“But your not an orc.” You say lamely

“Yes I am. I was raised with the orcs so I’m an orc. And you can’t change that no matter what order you give me,”she responds. She waits for your retort, none coming but the wave of your hand to go on she explains. “I was raised with the orcs when momma brought me with her to them when I was very young to be raised with the orc servants. She said because the servants don’t fight and aren’t used as prizes or abused like the **** servants, so I was really safe there. And orc custom says that anything an orc warrior captures can be made a **** or becomes food for the clan. So I really don’t want to be food.” She stalls hoping you see her point.

“I’m not an orc” you state flatly.

“That’s not the point master. Your strong and you easily defeated me in combat then you showed mercy and gave me a chance to explain myself. You also aren’t that bad looking for a skinny humie.” She say with green cheeks blushing.

“And I can’t send you back to your clan, maybe get a reward for bringing you back or something.” You ask

“No I can’t really go back master. And before you I wasn’t banished or anything like that. Anyways not like they would reward you for bringing an orc servant back.” She says fearfully.

“Why?” You inquire.

“I got caught by a warrior when I was using the sacred text to get my humie form right.” She admits “And I can’t go back they would just treat me as a monster like you did, but a whole lot worse. I don’t want to be a clan **** that’s traded and used for battle left to die where I fall or as breeder factory for the clan that’s a fate worse that ****! She cries.

“Fine then,” you grumble in defeat, “since I can’t cut you loose or toss you back to you clan obviously.” The girl squeals and jumps on you excitedly wrapping arms and legs around you. “How the hell did you get out of the cuffs?” You ask trying to remain neutral and not let your anger or panic show.

“Oh that’s easy master,” she jumps off you going to the abandoned handcuffs and proceeds to slide the bracelet up and down from fingertips to elbow, “see easy master.”

“And you could have done this at anytime?” You inquire.

“Yup” she says proudly.

Frustrated beyond belief you gather your supplies as a way to cool down your anger. You direct morph to get anything that might seem important around camp that might have gotten thrown when she attacked you and put it your pack so you can. “We got to get going we’ve been here to long and if your old clan was hunting you I don’t want to be here if they catch up.” You say while putting on your duster and pack and securing your weapons on you.

Your about to start walking when you notice the still naked orc. “Why don’t you shift yourself some clothes or something. Unless you want me to stare at a bare assed orc. Oh, and can you make your ass a little bigger, I like some thing I can really grab on to, and the mosquito bites on an orc aren’t really believable, I mean they work on most other species just not an orc. And I don’t mind a little bush either just not a jungle, but I’ll leave that up to up and that goes for whatever you shift to. Also how old are?” You say trying to end the awkward silence coming from the nude orc woman.

Morph smiles immediately shifting to your preferences. “So is this to your liking master,” she slowly walks to you as she adjusts her body to what you asked. She seductively grinds her grinds her body against your pulling you to whisper in your ear, “ I’m 20 summers master but I can make myself older since your not that much older than most of the young warriors of my clan.” She reaches down with a hand to check if she got the reaction she wanted and smiles toothily when she did. “And I don’t have any clothes master and I can’t shift clothes, only me.”

You take a breath, trying to calm your body. Knowing that if you took her and now you’d die. Being out and in the open in the wasteland is deadly even in the best situations, but out and in the open while trying to make an orc girl scream in pleasurable mercy, you might as well put your head on a platter for any that came across you. You dig in your pack to find something, anything she could put on. Coming across a shirt and some leather and string. Smelling the shirt not knowing how clean it is, you slightly recoil. “It’s a little ripe but it should cover your top up and most of your ass if you shrink a little,” you say throwing her the shirt. She puts it on while you kneel down at her feet with the leather and string making some crude sandals for her to wear. Looking up once finished you me face to face with a wet orc pussy. Your frozen staring at that jade green entry licking your lips. Until you hear someone clear their throat softly.

“Master didn’t you say we need to hurry? And thanks for your shirt, your scent on it will truly mark me as yours,” She asks completely innocently.

You get up and try to hide the obviously large bulge in you pants. Which you fail at as Morph takes your arm and squeezes it between breasts and smiles at you like she was the one that won. As you both get ready to start your march.

“So master you never told me your name and what you can do or how old you are? Most importantly how I look!” She looks at you almost ready to stamp her feet in childlike anger.

“Oh yea, I didn’t, sorry. As for how you look well, I would say you’d get top price at the **** markets, but you want my opinion don’t you,” you look at her nod. “I would challenge your chief for your green bubble butt forgoing all his prize women and ..” she forcefully pulls you down to kiss you deeply and passionately.

“That is the most,” she growls, “desirable thing can say to an orc woman, master”

Looking like she is ready to pounce on you damnded the consequences, you try to push on. “Anyway my name is Jay. That’s it other than a few other names my enemies call me like asshole or bastard and the like. And told you I’ve been around since before the change. So you won’t find many others older than me. And I’m an absorber. Mostly energy and kinetic absorbing and projecting, I can’t do physical absorption adaption take my body made of stone or metal. But I have altered my body with a sub dermal titanium layer and some other fun stuff but it didn’t end pretty. Now hurry up. We’ve got to get home to re-supply then it’s off to Red Gates to see an old friend.” You say as you start walking