NT veRse 11 - Orcs Vs - Revenge (Patreon)

[An Orc 'friend?'] Typed a random chatter.
[YeahHe DEFINITELY wants you.]

[stfu.] Garry responded simply. Despite telling himself he'd stay away, he had found himself embedded within a Gensurren chat room for a few days since Sebek first joined the group.

[Guy literally sucks.]

[He's a nerd.]

[He doesn't go outside or work out at all.]

[He's an Orc.] Another chatter chimed in.

[He's bigger than you unless you're like.. 6 foot.]

[Bullshit, I'm 5'8. He's barely taller than me.] Gary argued. Even as he said that, before any messages could be sent he had to come to terms with the fact that he was lying. He had payed a LOT of attention to Sebek's body, so his height wasn't a mystery. The Orc that was his age was almost a full foot taller than him. He knew because when Sebek sat beside him, he was made aware of just how much of a presence he had on the small couch comparatively. It moved when the Orc sat and got up and he took up most of the space to the point that he was close without leaving any room for Gary to slide over.

There was a chorus of [Cope] from various chatters. Gary shook his head and frowned.

[Whatever. I'm good looking, but they like guys that look like girls, right? I'm not that.]

[Not necessarily. From what I've seen, it's just a certain... Shape. A lot can be managed but unless you're super built I think you're fair game for Gensurren.]

[I work out every day. I'm pretty built.] Gary claimed, looking down at himself. He really thought it to be the case.

[Picst hen] A chatter demanded.

[Pics! Let's gooooo!]

[The council will decide]

[Yeah, don't need face, lol so don't doxx yourself, but you said you're 'built.']

[Show us teh goods]

[Fine. One sec.] Gary reluctantly got up from his chair and left his room. He stopped in front of the bathroom after seeing a light on inside.
“If you're just doing your hair or something I need to go.” Gary demanded.

“One minute.” Fara called from behind the door. After a little less then a minute she emerged with a blue bathrobe firmly wrapped around her body. Gary lifted a brow, not from what she was wearing but how she was asking.

“What's up with you?”

“Hmm?” She looked at him questioningly, avoiding a direct answer.

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes and stepped past her. She waited a moment, then moved very slowly back in the direction of the Master bedroom. Gary shut the door and raised his phone. The boy posed with his middle finger up and cut the shot so that it only captured himself below the neck. He returned and uploaded the image.

His eyes widened as the chat erupted with chatter. [Twink!]

[We gt one!]

[Haha. I wOrK OuT]

[^Is 5'8. Weighs 130.]

“No no no.” He muttered to himself.
“I'm not a twink!” He pressed the keys angrily.

[Not a twink. Stop bullshitting.] He tried to type calmer than he was.

[Bro, if I was an Orc bro I'd think u'd have the most fuckable little body I've ever seen.]

Gary recoiled at that. “What?” He raised his hands questioningly even though nobody could see him. He gritted his teeth.

[You guys are fucken gaslighting me, here.]

[bunch of orc obsessed losers that wanna get gensurren'd.]

[sex u]
[sez*]

[None of us 'want' it.] Someone else explained.

[This is a chat. Most of us are guys. The porn is pretty hot.]

[ngl if it happened to me I dunno how I'd act. Orc in my house, lol.]

[You're literally closer than all of us to getting GS'd, dude.]

[I pick on this guy at MGS. He's nothing.] Gary argued vehemently. He knew he did not consistently pick on Sebek, but he had picked on Orcs before, like the one on the train and a few more at the MGS building.

[O u from Orr.]

[North Tryskan Republic Represent!]

[^Off topic. Who cares]

[My Presidents a dragon, your opinions invalid.] The same chatter argued back, followed by a message stating 'this user has been kicked for reason: OT discussion.'

[Back to the brass facts.]

[Very few of us got orcs in our lives.]

[you look like a twink]

[you are 5'8]

[you “bully” orcs? Okay dude. Sounds like you're asking for it, ngl]

[^nuff said]

[Fuck you guys] Gary left the chat. As he closed the window he cringed from seeing the S-Video he had open. It was a POV. He told himself that he wanted to watch it to show that he was not interested. That he could be close and see and touch and smell it without anything happening.
“I'm NOT into this shit.” Gary grumbled, trying to psych himself up. He grabbed his earbuds and activated his camera and projector. It was not a Tek that most people could afford, but Gary managed to convince his mom and dad that it was for educational purposes. The external Tek when paired with a  powerful enough computer implanted sense data while projecting images directly onto the eye. It was not perfect VR, but it was very, very near perfect Augmented reality.

He actually coughed as the near perfect smell of Orc musk filled his nostrils. The sense data was fed directly to his brain as though it was first hand, so it felt real. Gary was happy and satisfied that he found the smell to be gross, though he was not sure what he was expecting. In fact, he barely knew anything about the porn scene, still, so he did not read the comments for the video, nor the details that advertised 'best OWN voice gaslighting Svid guaranteed to trick yourself!!!(+Bonus hypnosis rabbit hole)'

'I think I could get used to this.' The video played to Gary in his own voice, as though he was thinking it comfortably, like nothing was wrong.

'What? no... I don't think I could get used to this.' He argued with himself.
“It's gross.” He added, his voice drowned out by the sense data. He could only hear himself think.

'It's gross. It's gross. It's gross.' He repeated.

'I can't even see it yet. Svid hasn't even started and I can already smell it. Here it comes.' He heard an internal moan that was like his voice, just with the tone dialed right up. Aroused and feminine.

'I'm not thinking this, what's going on?' He did not have time to question it. The Svid projected in front of his face a monster of a member, though he knew that in reality it was probably just average for an Orc. A towering green thing with red and blue veins thick and small showing on the surface. It throbbed as though it had it's own heartbeat separate the Orc that owned it. At the base the balls sat firmly, each almost as big as his fist. Gary's gaze trailed up to the head, a thick, flared purple hood that had a flat tip, like a battering ram. The whole thing looked like a muscle and was certainly thicker than his arms after a workout.

'It's so intimidating.' Gary wasn't sure if he actually thought that or not. The moment he could see it and relate it back to that nude he was fed his heart beat faster and his cock grew hard.

'Not just bigger than mine... Too big. It's not even a contest. He tightened his thighs self-consciously as the phallus bowed. The thick shaft pressed against the shocked human's forehead. It was warm and he could feel it beat. The cock moved so that his nose was right at the base, above the balls. No matter where he turned his head it followed, filling his vision.

Garry shuddered. 'I'm actually getting high off his scent right now.' He had no idea if that was his thought, again. There was some truth. He was feeling light-headed. He knew of a rumor from being racist that Orc scent corrupted the air around it with how thick it was. Too many Orcs in one room could render it uninhabitable to even themselves. So, he reasoned, being so close to the source meant his brain might have been lacking air. He shuddered again.

'Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale... Sleep.' Gary felt like he was falling asleep but only lost it for a brief moment. He blinked himself awake. He tore out the buds and turned off the Svid player. Gary rubbed his eyes and returned to the Bathroom to wash his face. After washing water over it and rising back up to stare at himself in the mirror he got an odd, foreboding feeling. He felt all around his body nervously and felt nothing. He anxiously lifted his shirt only to see his toned belly and puffy, sore nipples. He realized what it was, though. When he stared at his body he felt like something was missing.

* *

Mars lifted one of her thick, blonde brows. “Nipple piercings?”

“Yeah, is it weird that I wanna get some?”

She thought about it. It was weird. It was weird in general and it was weird for him, but by the way he was talking she guessed that he was confiding in her specifically as a long time friend. She could not pass up the opportunity.
“To each their own, right?” She smiled. Gary breathed a sigh of relief. She still wanted to make sure so she asked.
“Have you told anyone else, by the way?”

“Only you.” Gary stated with no ambiguity present in his tone.

Mars' smile widened. “Yeah. You want tips on where to go? What are you thinking?”

“Rings.”

“Classic.” She nodded. To Gary, she looked surprisingly into it.

“Belly-button. Stud on my t-tongue, too?” He added, testing the waters.

Mars bit her bottom lip and chewed on it. She seemed enticed. “Uh... Yeah. I can help with all that. Anything else? I think I have a few good ideas if you wanna spice up your look.”

* *

The girl watched as her friend lay in the bed at the parlor face down. The artist drew a very obvious tramp stamp above Gary's prominent butt. She whispered something in the woman's ear and passed her something extra so that she would trace the word 'Sebek' over it without telling him.
“What routine's Bri got you on?” She questioned conversationally, paying extra attention to his rear and thighs.

“Legs... She also put me on this new diet.”

As soon as they got out Mars forwardly pressed Gary against the wall and felt him up. “H-hey!” he complained weakly.

“Wow... Didn't think it had gone this far.” She ran her hands over his chest and felt the definite signs of a second puberty. Then she felt his rear. Doughy.
“What've you been doing?”

“I dunno!” he held his hands up.
“Just... Exercises.”

“Just?” Mars pressed. She looked annoyed, though he had no idea why.
“You can trust me. I've helped you so far.”

* *

She sat in on one of his Svid sessions where he say motionlessly while images played on his eye and in his head.
“He found these on his own? Have to admit, his first move was a good one... But that means I'm literally the last one? Fucking annoying.” Frustrated, she pulled him out of it.


Gary glanced around like a sleepwalker that just awoke. “W-wh-”

“W-w-w” She mocked while circling him.
“You know what you're doing?” The girl laughed.

“No?” He admitted.

“You're addicted to some gay shit. Getting hard... Listen, if you wanna be a girl just tell me.” She teased.

“I don't!”

“You wanna get hard off of this shit?” She pointed at the screen with a domineering air about her.  

“No! I don't know what to do.” Gary admitted.
“Ever since some incident on the train I- I... All I've been able to think about are Orcs and their big, shitty bodies... Especially that asshole Sebek's.”

“Oh no...” She feigned sympathy.
“Well, we're obviously gonna have to stop you getting hard.”

“Wait, what?” Gary squinted at her.

“So you can fucking... Go cold turkey. I dunno. It's like any addiction. You stop and it goes away. You aren't actually a sissy, right?”

“No! Definitely not! This- Yeah you're right, this is just some weird thing.”

“Good. So we'll starve you out of it.”

“How?”

* *

Gary awkwardly pulled his pants up over his small, caged member. He yelled to Mars on the other side of the change room door.
“You sure about this?”

“Best way to avoid getting off, I think.” She shrugged. He opened the door in time to watch the Bunny stuff the small key into her cleavage.

“Back to your place to hang out?”

“My place? I still have to ask that douche to be let in, remember? Fuck, feels like everyone except you is against me...” He complained.

Her face lit up. “They totally are!” She eyed his body to see how it had changed since she last checked.
“Lift your shirt...” He obeyed the idle demand, showing her two very small breasts with swollen nipples. She forcefully lowered his pants down to his shaking thighs and widening hips.

“W-woah!”

“You would've done it if I asked, anyway.” She stated flippantly.

“Well, yeah... But-”

“No buts!” She said forcefully, silencing him. The Bunny performed weak calculation in her head as she tapped her foot impatiently.
“You know they're all fucking with you.”

“They are?”

“Yep!” She smiled sweetly.
“But you're in luck, because I'm gonna pick up the pieces and put 'em all back together.”

“Okay what do we-”

“No we.” She snapped back harshly. Gary flinched.
“There's me. My opinions. My thoughts. My desires. There's no 'you' in this.” She sneered at him as she said it. Gary shook. It was the first time he had been on the other end of Mars' bullying.

“Y-you aren't usually like this.” He complained in a small voice.

“Because you aren't usually like this. You're so weak now.” She motioned towards him in general.
“But I guess I just never tried. It's for your own good that I start now.” She pushed him into the change room and closed the door behind her.
“Well... let's be real. You were always pretty weak, right? Giving away info on where your dad was stationed in Waren. Not looking into anyone around you? Serious... It was kind of annoying that you somehow managed to collect women like strays.”

“Hold on.” Gary exhaled and placed his hands in front of him.
“What are say-” He gasped as a hard slap made a sharp sound across his face. His jaw dropped.

“Fall in line.” She stared him down with wide, wild eyes.

“Ma-” She slapped him again.

“You were going to say my name without saying 'yes' before it. Fall in line.” She repeated sternly.

Gary lowered his head and folded his hands awkwardly in front of him. “Yes Mars.”

She rubbed her face, basking in his response. “I've wanted you for so long... To see you go down you ignorant, middle-rich little racist prick.” After that mild outburst she collected herself and added.
“Good girl.” She smiled, noting that he looked up when he said that, but ignored the rest.
“First order of business. I like you better as a girl.”

He cringed preemptively, shrinking in front of her. His body felt weak and Gary was particularly emotional compared to his usual self. In the wrong ways. Far less angry and far more sad and fearful and timid. With that in mind, there was some mild comfort in the way the Beastwoman was acting. Still, he protested.
“Don't you want me as a boyfriend?”

“No.” She stated, flatly refusing.
“We're. Get down.” She pointed at the ground sternly. There was no budging with her. Gary slowly lowered himself to his knees.
“Further.” His hips shook as he prostrated himself. It was like the Gensurren porn, but wrong. She was a woman and not an Orc. Still, it felt so similar. She had such a presence that he could have been fooled.
“Surrender.”

“I surrender, Mars! I give!”

“Oh yeah? You surrender? Just like that? I've broken twinks like you at MGS before... I think I see a bit of your manhood left on my left foot.” She claimed, pointing down. She smiled as Gary powered through the humiliation to kiss the top of her foot. She was wearing sandals with a shallow heel.
“The other.” She ordered gently.
“I see a bit there, too...” As he licked it she spoke more sensually.
“There it goes...“ The bunny cooed.

“You got a lot of it, there.” She squatted down and ran her hand through his dark hair.
“There's a bit more. You know where it is?” Gary looked up at her crotch and could assume. He leaned in only to have her grab his hair roughly.
“It's on daddy's dick, back home.”

Gary blinked and looked up into her eyes. They were dark while they stared down at him. “What?” He asked hoarsely. Pure shock filled his eyes.

“Sebek. The Orc.” She offered frankly.

* * Weeks Ago

“Doing good, girl. Parents would be proud.” Malik offered through the phone.

“My parents are dead in Waren thanks to Gary's dad and his corpo-bitch mom.” Mars scoffed. The blonde bunny girl preened her hair in the mirror at the train station.
“He leaked so much troop info so his dad's already done for.”

“Whole unit, I should think.” Malik chuckled.

“That's the hope.” When she finished with her hair she applied a subtly pink lipstick.

“But why that kid?”

Mars smirked. “I get school shooter vibes. Real 'power fantasy' type. I'm not great at the Socia-stuff because I got no Aura potential at all... But you said Orcs got an innate talent? Why NOT him? It should be an Orc man. Not me...” She grimaced, staring down her own feminine figure.

“All orcs are conquerors but this one... I dunno. Honestly, as far as descendants go I'm glad I got patched in to you somehow, Marsie. We could develop your aura a little more and-”

“He took the bait, right? He's going through with the plan?” She asked.

“Yeah.” Malik was smiling as he said it.

“You patch me through, I deliver. That was the deal.”

“Anyway, this is probably it for me. He's gonna give in to his urges and take me and then the rest is up to you. He's gotta think he's the one.” Mars exhaled deeply, psyching herself up in the mirror. She stepped out of the train station bathroom and confronted Sebek as he was running from his initial caper.

* *

“He's a pussy! This may have been a mistake.” Mars complained, pacing back and forth.

“He's growing on me, but I agree. He needs to man up. If you were born as a man...” He trailed off.

“I wasn't. Unfortunately. I have to work with what I got.” She bit her bottom lip.
“I gave him everything. License to fuck. Info he might need.”

“He got the mom.” Malik commented.

“That... Was unexpected. I'll admit. I like it. She deserves worse, but I appreciate it.” She calmed herself and smiled.
“Maybe you're right. We just give him time.”

“I'll keep working on him.” Malik promised.

* *

“We're finally moving!” Mars said, hopping giddily. He long ears bounced up and down out of sync.
“You see the way they all look at him?” She threw her head back and moaned while hugging herself and writhing in place sensually.
“It's soooo hot!” The Bunny stopped and stared at her phone. Malik was not connected, but he was in there. She knew it. Within Sebek's phone he was simply being connected. Sent data. He was her mentor, however ironic that might be.
“Why hasn't he moved on me?” She asked sadly.

“Relax sweetheart. You're the perfect accomplice. The perfect Orc woman. But this guy's sentimental.”

“You talk to him and message him. He likes Angel, right?” She pouted.

“He'll come around.”

“Maybe I should take matters into my own hands?” Mars asked.

“Wouldn't hurt. Show him what you can do for him.”

“What I can do for him?” As she took a moment to think, an idea popped into her head.
“I'll clean up.”

“What?”

“Clean up.” Mars giggled.
“Finish the job with Gary.”