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Serah moaned as she slid her tongue along the rim of the shaft. She kept running it along any spots where she could find the precum. She closed her eyes as she trembled with excitement feeling herself becoming slightly wet more and more between her thighs. Serah would swallow as she felt the shaft going deeper into her mouth and throat. She could not control herself as she kept at it until she leaned back letting her lips slide off the cock as she let out a moan feeling herself now wet in a puddle of her own cum.
 
Batul moaned under the continued efforts, giving the halfling all that she wanted to taste of her body and more until Serah pulled back and shuddered in what appeared to be an orgasm via her ears alone. The Orcess chuckled and smiled down to her with a pleased look, more than ready for more even as she was satisfied in giving such pure pleasure to her pet before her. "Good pet, let it all out and cum for Batul. Time for real fun now." At this she paused her massaging efforts and slid her hands down first to untie the halfling's top before she crouched down somewhat and repeated the process to see that loincloth loosen and fall free to the ground beside the small pool of her own juices.

The orc cooed as she ran a finger along the wet lips of Serah's sex, an audible schlicking sound as the green digit pulled away with a faint strand of liquid still clinging to the skin as Batul brought the finger up to her lips and inserted it into her own mouth to taste. As she sucked her forefinger and pulled it out from her purple lips she spoke again as she reached down to Serah's sides and lifted the girl off the ground. "Pet taste sweet and ready, ready for Batul's cock." She carried the halfling over to a sizeable rock nearby the fire and set her atop the smooth stone which would provide a perfect height to suit the orc's intentions. While Batul was practically a giant in comparison to Serah her legs accounted for a good chunk of the difference between them and this would help negate that difference.

To this end the Orcess placed her left hand upon Serah's waist while her right hand gripped the base of her shaft and moved to line it up on target to those sweet and juicy folds, the thick crown brushing up against her in teasing as she looked to make certain that her partner was ready before she began to push inside with slow and careful efforts. After a few moments she cocked her neck and planted her lips firmly upon Serah's own, her small tusks somewhat in the way of a true makeout session but not stopping the efforts entirely as she began to lose herself in the moments of passion. Once she had filled Serah with all that she could comfortably take the Orcess would work herself into a slow pace of smooth and deep thrusts, the nubs around her shaft sending tingles of pleasure as they rubbed against the much more sensitive walls that squeezed her member in kind.
 
Silver was supposed to be on watch. Well technically he was, but he was also watching them. The burglar was transfixed with the scene and masturbated in the bushes. Deep down he wished Batul was doing that to him instead of Serah.
 
Serah let out moans of pleasure as she felt every bit by bit of the shaft slowly sliding into her lower lips. She kept arching as she clung to Batul, "Master....please.....I .." As Batul placed her lips on Serah's her eyes widened from the shock. She felt herself becoming more and more wet as she orgasmed more and more. She would slide her tongue into Batul's mouth as she closed her eyes allowing Batul to do as she pleased with her.

The half bunny soon was shifting her weight with each thrust as she kept kissing or biting her lip from the pleasure when the kissing was passed.
 
Time drifted on in bliss as Batul fucked Serah upon that stone for what felt like hours, giving the bunny-girl all of that thick green shaft as she could possibly handle until finally the Orcess could hold on no longer. She moaned through the kiss as her balls tightened and her shaft twitched to release the first rope of hot cum deep inside Serah's lusciously wet pussy. She could feel the shuddering walls clamp down in yet another orgasm, seeking to milk her for all she was worth as Batul emptied the contents of her smooth balls to paint her inner walls white while Silver watched and stroked himself in need, wishing to be in the halfling's place so desperately.

As she came Batul broke the kiss which had lasted for nearly the entire time and tilted her head down to nip at Serah's neck in primal affection, brushing her teeth against the vulnerable flesh and licking in kind without any intent of true harm to her 'pet'. Her voice cooed out mid-orgasm with a sultry tone that oozed dominance despite her caution and concern. "Mmmm, does pet feel better now? Batul balls getting nice and empty." She rode out her orgasm without pulling out from the welcoming confines of her smaller partner until at last she felt the moment pass. Slowly she withdrew, the fleshy nubs rolling gently as they exited one last time, and her shaft slipped free with a wet *schlick* that saw some of her excess cum drool out and run down the smooth and wet stone Serah sat upon.

Batul's grayish-blue eyes took in the sight with lewd satisfaction and her hands reached out to the halfling's waist and gently lifted her down to the ground before guiding her to the bedroll lain upon the floor so she wouldn't have to risk the trip on shaky legs. Not bothering to dress herself Batul dragged her own bedroll over and joined it together with Serah's as she wrapped the girl close to her body to spoon. Before she settled down to sleep properly Batul looked over to the not so well hidden Silver and chided him while teasing him in equal measure. "Not such a good lookout are you pretty boy? Wake Batul up for next watch and not worry, when Batul fucks pretty boy it not be anywhere near as gentle."
 
Silver woke up Batul for his shift on the watch. Now being the kind of story where things must be interesting, Some shit will happen. Batul must roll Take Watch (Wisdom Check) to see what happens next.
 
Batul woke with a gentle and feminine yawn, somewhat unfitting due to her size and musculature but not entirely out of place when one considered that she was indeed a shemale who embraced her femininity almost completely. She didn't take long to get up and dress herself in her skimpy bikini and loincloth and take a seat near the edge of camp with axe handle resting against her thigh and forearm. "Batul is fine, pretty boy get sleep."

The crackling fire eased her to relax and enjoy the quiet moments of the night, the gentle sounds of insects calling out to each other in the darkness surrounding them as the moon clung overhead with the backing of infinite stars. Now Batul could hardly be considered the most attentive or disciplined woman out there, but this night with the risk of her companions on the line she remained more aware than usual and at the top of her game. She could almost swear something was out there, but it was so hard to be certain...

Take Watch:
[2d6] = 11
 
Serah slept heavily as she laid on the bed roll. She moaned a bit as she stretched laying exhausted from the events that happened a few hours before. Serah's ears twitched a bit along with her tail as she laid dormant on the location she was brought to rest.
 
Batul spotted the intruders and gave the entire camp time to grab there weapons. A pair of orc females step forward onto the camp. It was an Orc Slaver and Orc Bloodwarrior! Batul recognized them to be from a rival tribe. Judging by their nets and grim expressions,these ladies were here to capture the party for money. It is a fight!
 
She did hear something, she could swear it, and her quick actions in waking up the part gave them time to grab everything they needed and prepare. Batul would organize the party into a back to back position, each looking outward at a different direction until at last the foes presented themselves to the group. Orc females, or at least as feminine as Batul herself was in any case, and slavers at that. Taking slaves was a hobby, pastime, and often a way of life for the Orcs who thrived on dominance and submission but she was still surprised to find more of her kind here so far from the northern mountains. Nonetheless she would not back down to this rival tribe, the strength of her ancestors filled her!

"Raaagh! Just because Batul leave her people not make her weak, it make her stronger than others who cower together!" She stamped her boot into the ground and gripped her icy axe tightly in front of her, directing Silver and Serah towards their enemy. She would try not to kill these Orcs, far better to bend them to her will like they originally intended, but if it came down to it she'd not shed a tear for their deaths. To this she roared out an insult in challenge, speaking their Orcish tongue as she tried to place which tribe they were indeed from just in case that knowledge might help her better deal with these foes. [Orcish]"Morth al haugh nothok! Bettah al nothokari! (Your heart is not that of an Orc! It is that of a Goblin!)"

What are you Waiting for!? (+1 Forward from 10+ Take Watch):
[2d6+3] = 7+3 = 10


Spout Lore (Orc Tribes):
[2d6-1] = 11-1 = 10
 
Well that really pissed the slaver off! "I'll show you who has a goblin heart you big assed slut!" screamed the slaver. She tossed a net at Batul and all enemies are focused on her. Just as Batul planned. Just need to dodge the net!

Defy Danger with Dex
 
Batul simply growled at the challenge, not taking too much offense to it in kind as the net was tossed her way. "You wish to have piece of Batul's ass. Batul not be beaten by....Gah, fuck!" She tried to stand strong and cleave the net from the air with her axe but failed miserably and only ended up hopelessly entangled herself. Once again reliant on Serah to either get her out or buy her time to free herself. These kinds of mistakes were getting old fast and the Orcess was seriously starting to wonder which of her ancestors she had angered to have such misfortune.

For now she could but wriggle and writhe as she tried to reach her dagger and cut her way out of the net.

Defy Danger: Swing at Net
[2d6+2] = 3+2 = 5
 
Serah let out a howl as she quickly transformed. She leaped at the net now in a rabbit form chewing through the net rather quickly. (1 of the 3 holds used). The nutty rabbit then turned as she leaped at the slaver's throat trying to bite the orc in the neck as if out of some old comedy about a killer rabbit. (2 of the 3 holds used)

Roll(2d6)+2:
4,6,+2
Total:12

damage 5 on 1d6
 
Batul muttered her thanks quietly, not proud to have been saved from trouble again by Serah as such events were really cutting into the Orc's self-confidence, but still thankful for the aid nonetheless. As the rabbit teeth tore through the netting and freed her she quickly jumped up to her feet only to watch as Serah flung herself towards the slavery orc and clamped down onto her neck to draw a fair amount of blood from the attack. On the one hand it was a fairly impressive display for the girl, but with the knowledge Batul possessed she was hoping to keep these orcs alive to recruit them after the battle.

She shouted not in anger but in explanation to the wild rabbit as she stomped closer to the warrior orc in kind. "Try not kill, pet. Stonefist tribe make good servants and slaves." Batul smiled at this statement of course as she closed in upon the warrior, her initial sweeping strike was only intended to tie up the opponent and not connect, a feint to give her an opening. Assuming that worked she would follow up by thrusting the hilt of her axe towards the warrior's chest to injure without risk of death or maiming.

Hack and Slash:
[2d6+2] = 7+2 = 9
 
With a mighty blow Batul felled the orc warrior. She lied on her back defeated, but alive. Being skilled at combat, Batul could pull her punches just to knock out and capture foes rather then kill them. "Stop! I know I have no chance of besting you in combat. You win. As the victor I am willing to swear my sword to your cause," she stated. She then started to rise. "I will also be willing to warm your bed, if you desire," she said giving Batul a with a sensual smile. She glanced down towards the Futa orc's loincloth and licked her lips in anticipation.

Meanwhile Silver begins to loot the dead slaver, never missing a chance. The man takes out a bag then screams" Ayeee!" The bag was trapped and a purple mist now envelops the burglar. When it clears, he is now a Woman! "What the hell?" silver said in a feminine voice. The orc shrugged and said,"Gender swap potion. Females sell better then Males. I'm afraid only a counter potion or wizard can help you now." Silver just looks about and said, "Damn it."
 
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Batul was hardly expecting the warrior to give up after one hit, but considering that the slaver lie dead from her neck wound it made a fair bit of sense for her to submit. At first she would stand on edge, not quite trusting the warrior just yet, but when the words sank in and she added her willingness to warm her bed it became clear to Batul that she was sincere. Lies and manipulations did not come naturally to an orc and right now she had no reason to suspect that she was anything but honest. She relaxed her grip upon her axe and replied with a faint smirk. "You wait in line, pretty boy still owes Batul his ass."

She turned and gestured over to Silver just in time to watch the mist spray out and cloud around him, slowly changing him from male to female right before their eyes. With the warrior's explanation she shrugged a bit as well, somewhat disappointed at his transformation but Silver still made an attractive woman as well so there wasn't too much lost by the change. "Hmm, guess Batul can't call you pretty boy for now. It not much of a change though."

She turned back to the other orc and looked her squarely in the eyes, showing a dominant fire within as she got around to making sure there was no doubt to who was in charge here. "You serve Batul the Insatiable now and will tell her your name. Speak the words of servitude in native tongue to make official." The words were fairly simple in terms of bindings but they were solid enough to her people. The phrase was "I submit to your strength and will serve until you are unfit to lead." which would come out to be "Jiak ukubmiav avo lat ukavrengavh agh liwo ukerve julavil lat ayh julfiav avo urzg." in the formal dialect. Of course to outsiders their dialects all sounded like different languages entirely but they were simply used for different meanings and circumstances.
 
Holone had been tracking the Witch for some time, but she always seemed to be a step behind, arriving at a scene just as her quarry wreaked havoc and left. It bit at her sense of honor to let the Witch do as she pleased, but Holone had no choice but to trudge on.

This time, the trail led her to the camp, and seeing the motley crew, she wasn't sure what to make of it. On guard, she held up her ornate greatsword. "You, orcs. I am Holone. Are you holding those two women captive?" she said, gesturing to Silver and Serah. "If so, I am honor-bound to fight you for their freedom. If you don't have the stomach, release them, and begone."
 
Silver is fucking livid. She was a woman for a whole two minutes, and now some knight in armor is telling her what to do. She never put up with this as a man, and won't stand for it now. "Beat it you herb. I follow Batul because she pays me in gold coins and hot dickings! All the women follow her party for the hot dickings! Now either get naked or scram, it is time for victory sex!" Explained the slim burglar. The other women nod in agreement. Batul had the best dick in these parts, so she has an impromptu harem pestering her, not the other way around.
 
By this point things had settled down for the most part until they were interrupted by this elf who got the entirely wrong impression if the situation, still it was amusing as Batul turned and leaned upon the handle of her axe as it rested head down on tge ground. She didn't take any offense to the insinuation that she and Chakka had enslaved Serah and Silver, it was a fair guess as far as typical orc sport went, but the clear lack of bonds or restraints should have been a dead giveaway that this was not the case. She laughed and intended to respond before Silver jumped to her defense, furious about a whole mix of things to be certain and the fact that he was now a woman was likely at the forefront of that frustration.

At the judicious mention of hot dickings Batul could but shrug in agreement, she was pretty amazing after all even if she had some slip ups recently. "Batul not enslave anyone yet, not here at least. Pretty bo... eh, Silver is right. Why don't little Elf run along before she get hurt, unless she looking for Batul's cock as well? Ha, just like Orc here she have to wait turn." Batul made a showing of reaching down to her leather and chain loincloth and gripping her shaft beneath so that the outline would become immediately noticeable for all to see. Not that she made any real effort to hide what she was of course but the loincloth was capable of giving doubts to what she held beneath it otherwise unless she was in battle or active enough that it flapped aside to give direct views.

Batul didn't mind an audience one bit of course but she didn't want to get down to victory sex with this potential threat staring them down. For now she settled on grabbing Silver by the shoulder and pulling him tight to her body, one hand gripping the underside of his chin and neck in a firm, dominant fashion but failing to choke or otherwise impeded his breathing. Silver was lithe and small to begin with but with the towering Batul right behind him the thief truly did look like a child in comparison, thia was mostly due to the barbarian's impressive height and musculature but even still it was an odd sight.
 
Wondering what crazy circus she stumbled upon, Holone lowered her sword. Her eyes were glued to the sizeable outline of Batul's cock with a mixture of surprise and curiousness.

"If this is all true, then I suppose no one needs rescuing, and there's no need to fight. And thank you, but I'll have to decline your offer." When it was clear that they weren't being aggressive, Holone approached them. "I've been looking for a witch who's been terrorizing the countryside. She carries a staff, and has..." Her free hand hovered over her chest as if holding a watermelon against it. "...Well, she's very well-endowed. Have any of you seen her pass through here?"
 
Batul gave a derisive huff of exhale at the manner in which this elf carried herself, prim and proper without any real concept of force to back it up. At least that was her first impression. The Orcess did notice the toned musculature flexing as she lowered her blade, not quite to her personal level but she appeared much stronger than any other Elf Batul had met, then again Batul hadn't met very many so she had little to judge her by. At the mention of the witch...well it was safe to say that Batul's face turned to scowling rage just barely contained as she practically spat out her reply. "Oh big-tittied witch was here all right, used her filthy magic on Batul because she afraid of loss. She is tricky, too good even for Batul now but we take her down in time. Get revenge for pet, get revenge for Batul."

Of course Holone wouldn't know who she meant by pet at first but thankfully Batul looked to Serah and nodded at that remark to give it away. Looking back to meet Holone's stare saw Batul's bluish-gray eyes narrow in determination, her oddly small pupils closing into a shape not unlike a plus sign as she focused in. "If little Elf looking for big-tittied witch then she fail alone. Elf might come with us Elf can be trusted, Batul not so sure." Of course it wasn't just up to Batul in any case and she would give Serah the chance to speak her mind on the matter as well. Though Batul knew Serah was somewhat soft of heart and suspected she would welcome the Elf to join, then again Serah was also jealous of anyone spending time with the Orcess so it was difficult to say if she would be fearful of that or not in this case after Holone turned down the somewhat joking offer of sex.
 
"You've encountered her?" Holone stopped before Batul and the rest. "If she's you're enemy, then by all means, I'm willing to join you to find her."

Holone extended her hand. "That is, if you're willing to have me. Please forgive me for my accusation."
 
Silver was grabbed and muttered something like 'Finally' instead of resisting. She grinded her backside against Batul invitingly then began to undress. Without missing a beat she said,"The witch took off to a new castle. We are hunting a magic axe so we can face her next time. Level the playing field and such." When Holone wasn't getting naked she sighed with disappointment., Meanwhile Chakka was sizing Holone up. In more ways then one.
 
Batul had been idly wondering how Silver would resct to the gender swap, mainly if she would still want to fuck with the new body but the breathy moan of 'finally' followed by that shapely rear pushing against the shemale's crotch through her loincloth answered that question fairly accurately by her estimation. She grinned and all but shrugged as it seemed like this Elf was going to join them, at least Serah had spoken her objections in any case but Batul could fuck and listen at the same time if needed.

With one hand Batul sort of tossed her axe down closer to the fire, the semi-translucent ice flickering as it refracted the light from the flames, and unfastened her loincloth with her free hand to do much of the same in kind as she tossed it on top of the weapon. All in all it hadn't been too much time since her loving moments with Serah but she wasn't called the Insatiable for nothing as her shaft steadily grew from Silver's warm and supple backside rubbing against her. That feeling only grew more pleasant once they both were bottomless and she could feel flesh upon flesh, her thick shaft sliding now in the crack of Silver's cheeks and brushing against not only the tight puckered backdoor but the newfound feminine folds beneath.

Batul didn't stand to enjoy the teasing for long though as her hands reached out and spun Silver around to face her before they pushed her down to kneel, then she gripped the back of the burgular's head and kneaded fingers into the hair as she pulled Silver's face tightly against her now 10 proud inches. "Silver get to sucking and maybe, just maybe, Batul not intend to try out new hole as well." Her tone and grin was entirely locked between honesty and teasing to the point that even she was on the fence at the idea.

Normally she'd always go for the ass unless she cared for or respected her partner like she did with Serah, but the sheer fact that Silver was a man who was now transformed into a female body made the idea tempting in its own right just on the psychological aspect of things. Mentally she shrugged though as she more than likely wouldn't end up following through on that threat tonight anyways. Once the burgular would get to work though the Orcess would unfasten her leather and chainmail top and toss it aside as well to stand completely nude without one hint of shame, clothing and weapon in a rough pile by the center of camp and relatively unconcerned at the posibility of danger from Holone at this point.
 
Not sure what she expected from an orc and her harem, and yet still surprised, Holone watched Batul use Silver's throat as a cock holster right in front of her. She didn't know what they meant by "new hole," but she put that question in the back burner. Clearing her throat, and not without some awkwardness, she sat down by the fire, holding onto her sword--not out of suspicion of the others so much as it was too large to put it away somewhere.

Holone tried not to stare at Batul and Silver, though her eyes wandered to them every now and then. And the more they wandered, the more obvious a bulge became under her skirt. As if to hide her growing cock, she craddled her sword in front of her.

"So," she said to Chakka and Serah. "What are your names? How'd you come to be Batul's... companions?"
 
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