Orcish Delight(Elf to Orc)

"LOWER RACES CANNOT PASS JUDGEMENT ON ONE SUCH AS MYSELF!" And yet they were, the magic council all looking vaguely annoyed and disgusted at the elf in front of them, a noble whose elegant appearance was marred somewhat by the swollen eye and bruises of various shades from a thorough thrashing. For the court this was all just a formality, his sentence set in stone well before he had been dragged before the judges. The one sylvan judge was visibly embarrassed, wanting to be anywhere else, doing anything else, the other elves in the viewing gallery finding themselves constantly apologizing to the others around them.

"Elf Gariel you stand here convicted of fomenting a war between rac-"

"THE ORCS ARE ALL BLOODTHIRSTY SAVAGES WAITING TO PREY ON ALL OF YOU FOO-" One of the grand wizards waved their hand, Gariel's mouth sealing shut as they muffled out angry sounds. There was no room for argument anymore. Gariel fumed, angry at how close he had come to succeeding. He had planned it intricately, kidnapping children from nobles, renting a building on the outskirts of the nearby Orcish settlement. If only he hadn't gotten drunk and mocked them to their faces in his native tongue. He still harbored doubts that any of those idiotic brutes could learn a tongue as noble as his and comforted himself that it had just been mere chance that a bar full of orcs had throttled him, went to his basement and freed his victims. Couldn't these fools see this was a necessary sacrifice?! How could the world ever advance if the mongrels were allowed equal standing to the superior magic races?

"Usually the penalty for such severe crimes is the death sentence, but the orcs have graciously offered a replacement punishment as a simple execution might create a martyr out of you. And since they were the targeted race and the ones responsible for your capture, you should be thankful for their leniency.” He'd rather eat gruel than thank barbaric interlopers for anything. Though what these violent savages had in store for him as punishment did raise cause for concern. Or perhaps he wasn't being punished at all. It was possible his family had stepped in to prevent a noble such as himself from being disgraced and this was just the courts making a public show of it. It made the most sense, after all why would brutes not immediately clamor for his blood?

"Further thanks goes to the perpetrator's family-" There it was, proof that this was all just a pageant of justice, his family certain to back him over some mossbacked, golem brained-

"Who freely volunteered to create the poultice that will carry out Gariel's punishment. Elf biology and mana physiology is a complex barrier to maneuver through and the court is happy that this potential tragedy at least led to a strengthening of ties between orcs and elves."

What?!

Gariel turned to where they were pointing, shocked to see his proud noble line up in the gallery, looking down at him while chatting it up with the orcs, the very same ones who had beaten and disgraced their family names! The look in his father's eyes could have frozen a dragon's heart in that instance, and his weak, orc loving siblings all seemed to have knowing smirks on their face, suggesting something as they pointed to him, the others laughing around at whatever mockery had been thrown his way. He tried to scream out "race traitors" to the whole lot of them, but his mouth was still sealed, and he was soon roughly grabbed by other orcs to usher him away.

"Your punishment will be conducted privately. May it help you see anew Gariel."

Hours blindfolded and stuck in transport ended with him being unceremoniously dumped, his protests ignored as he was manhandled easily, his tunic and petticoats torn asunder, breeches pulled off, shoes thrown aside. By the time they finally got to his blindfold he was completely naked, an angry red flush tinting his pale skin as his his embarrassment was only furthered once he realized the orcs that had tossed him around like a child and bared his naked flesh to the world without a fuss were all female. Even if he hadn't been handcuffed he would be no match for these muscled women. A crowd of orcs watched as he was stripped, some laughing, but most looking excited, waiting for something to start. Gariel figured he was going to be forced to fight to the death, though why the nakedne-

"Oh! Wh-What are you shebeast d-OOHing?!" The last thing he expected happened, which was the tender and pleasureful caressing of his cock by one of them, his privates engorging against his will under their admittedly soft, but primitive touch.

"Now I get it! Now I see why you didn't murder me outright! You savages know I'm superior to your race and want my genes for your own! You idiotic pack mules don't even know that our species can't bear children without substantial magical tinker-NNGH AH STOP STOP!" The orcish woman had pinched his dick to shut him up, pain racing through his body as they took out a large jar inscribed with his traitorous family's seal, the top opening to show some kind of forest green paste.

"D-Do your worst savages! All of this only proves your inherent violence! Your despicable bestiality! Your-"

"I have to query whether you truly believe in your superiority or if this hatred comes from insecurity. If you were truly superior, you wouldn't feel a need to proclaim it so often. You don't see wyverns yelling about their superiority over the sky."

Gariel hadn't expected the woman holding him to be so well spoken, nor for her to challenge his arguments on that level. While he was stunned, her fingers dipped into the jar and began smearing the paste onto his body, his skin buzzing wherever it touched, sensitizing as he could feel whatever magic was in it bore down into him. The largest surprise was that it didn't hurt, in fact it came with a spike in pleasure as it was spread, the green painting his body the same shade as the orcs he was captive to, pleased groans echoing around the chamber as the paste ate away at his body hair, his pale coloring, his groans rising to squeals as his chest was roughly coated in the paste, his nipples hardening instantly as they were teased and changed by the magic. Gariel could feel it diving into his organs, something merging with his mana, solidifying it, slowing the usual flow in bizarre ways as his mind swam in a haze of pleasure almost as muddy as the stuff smeared onto him.

"I doubt you will be able to talk much as the tincture your family created does its work. We specified it to feel as pleasurable as possible as our society doesn't believe in negative reinforcement. You will repay your debts to us through productive work and experience first hand how minuscule our differences are."

Gariel was panting now, wriggling in their grasps not in some pitiful attempt to escape, but in reaction to the building pleasure throbbing at his very core, the spots where the paste had hardened tripling in sensitivity and sensation, the feeling of separation between paste and skin vanishing as he realized there was none, it was becoming his own skin! The orc women were starting to caress his painted midsection, rubbing his smooth outer layer as he felt his mana begin to deplete, magic turning to muscle as strength was forcefully thrust against his abdomen, cum leaking from his cock as hardened abdominal muscles formed under their teasing grip.

It was utterly maddening, his body writhing as his superior mana was phased out, his blood pumping harder as his core grew more toned by the second. It was like his internals were betraying him, effortlessly manhandling his internals like the orcish women as he felt the alien strength wrap around his stomach, swell against his back, the muscle massaging his softening skin from the inside out as they applied pressure to his spine. Green hands wrapped around his waist, tracing his new abs, pinching the muscle clusters. He watched, moaning as the girl behind him pressed right where the pressure was at its highest, a pleased squeal erupting with a smattering of release as his spine was broken, no, reformed, his strengthened midsection swelling outwards except where he was being hugged, the curvature of his new abdomen most certainly not masculine.

"No! S-STAHHHHP~! Ohhh~ gods d-OHHHN'T-" The rest was lost to lust, 'primal' needs he had always seen himself above rising to the forefront as the lead woman began massaging the accursed ointment into his shoulders, his frame actually growing outwards from its slender, sylvan build though his shoulders certainly had never been that round or sloped so gracefully before. But that wasn't why his protests had cut off, the true culprit being the orc behind him, her hands moving up from his stomach to his ripe, burgeoning nipples.

Her clawed nails gave them no mercy, piercing them, tweaking them, twisting them the way a sculptor attacked clay as they swelled under her touch to thick, hardened mountains, each gaining the sensitivity of his cock as her other fingers began circling the outer rims of his pecs, his largest mana sources leaking out and swelling out in an ecstatic whirl of change. First came a plateau of muscle, firming up the base of his pecs, then came the cumulative effect of her circular strokes. Each time a pass was completed, another swell of fat had been forged from his mana, making each touch ever more blissful, Gariel's tongue lolling as his cock hardened to the point of it nearing pain. His entire body spasmed as both breasts were finished, his shapely nipples both twisted from their perfect, perky mounts, cum pouring out his overwhelmed cock in hot, messy bouts.

The orcs watched as the "superior" elf roared like a wild animal in heat, some laughing at the size of his manhood and others questioning how he could even pleasure a female if that was the limit of its growth. Gariels's pride was shattering by the second, his arms struggling against their bounds as each finger was covered and changed, claws growing from primly cut nails, new muscle doing what his magic never could and shattering apart their bindings as the strength of an orc bolstered their feminine softness. Even with this newfound freedom there was little he could do, the pleasure too great, has mana barely a spark of what it once was, and all he could think of was how tender and soft the orc women's touches were, his needy cock trembling as need overcame shame, his changed hands moving down to service his throbbing cock.

"Good, the sooner you give in the faster this will finish." Gariel wanted to curse her out, but his cock required too much attention and her fingers were now working on his face, slathering it green. His proud cheekbones were softened, all the sharp angles of his sylvan face rounded to something fuller, cuter, his cheeks blushing red, then brown as green pigment was massaged into the skin, his chin a smooth bulb as her fingers teased his features into what she wanted.

"NNGH O-Ohhhhh I-I'm not a sav- AHHHHHGE!" His ass was being slapped from behind while the woman taking charge dabbed a finger into the jar and pressed down on his Adam's Apple, his reedy voice turning sultry and womanly, another finger probing his mouth as his lips thickened with a glossy finish.

Mana swelled in his ass, the magical conversion spreading his hips apart as thick muscle and fat rose from the remnants, his cheeks pulsating as the orc girl slapped and groped them with devilish glee. Tears were welling up, half in ecstasy as his hips rounded, their girth suited for breeding and child rearing, the other half from a few rivulets of the potion sweating into his eyes, the pupils purpling complimentary to the green, his lashes fluttering as they widened to doey eyed perfection. She gripped the bridge of his nose, making him squeal as it curved upwards, a strong earthy taste on his tongue as her fingers worked at his teeth. At first he hated it, planning to bite her fingers off, but as the flavor circulated and slathered itself over his thicker tongue, the taste buds shifted, making it addictive, maddeningly sweet. Soon Gariel found himself suckling on her fingers, feeling as low as a dog for enjoying it this much, his canines growing out to bottom fangs that cutely jutted outwards into the soft flesh of her upper lip.

He was unrecognizable, his face that of an orcish whore, his body wracked with intense ecstasy as strength and pleasure was forced into his squirming form, his ears swiveled back to point behind him as the ointment was lotioned into his hair, his short cropped locks pulled out into a veil of oily black, smelling of earth and sweat and sex. The one behind him was complaining, making annoyed noises in the orc's rudimentary tongue, snippets of verbs and structure forming in his mind as his sylvan faded, the common tongue fracturing from effortless mastery to a shakier, accented thing. She had been massaging his thighs when the complaints started, his cock more than happy to unload under the pleasant touch. He heard 'paint,' 'wet,' 'cock' in that order, the lead orc in charge pausing as she looked down, Gariel understanding once he saw how the backs of his thighs were green and starting to swell, but his cumming cock was washing away the green on the inner sides and front, preventing it from taking hold.

Fear took over, his shapely form trying to twist its way out as he saw the leader dip her hands in the jar, realizing the last piece of pride he had would be absorbed, his beleaguered mind certain something important would break in him once his cock was changed, but he was unable to break free, groaning as her hand began slathering it onto his cock, his shaft burning green, the faintest hint of a touch all he needed to cum as her fingers began massaging his balls.

"We wanted to save this for last, but it seems like we'll have to take more drastic action."

He tried to scream for her to stop, but it came out in a broken mix of the common tongue and orcish and was rendered meaningless as it rose into a soaring, pleasured whine. His identity, his pride, it was being fucked out of him, his balls shrinking as she squeezed them inside further, deeper, his mana and sperm running dry as they slurped inside with a velvety SCHLICK, hot puffs of air accompanying the screams.

It was too much for his mind to handle, parts of himself being shattered, split open as his cock was shoved inside, his urethra widening, body betraying him as it began to suck at the fingers inverting it, his nipples now a bright reddish brown as his body screamed for release.  The rest of his body was painted green, the orcish women sculpting his legs into thick thighs like tree stumps, his calves and feet curved and shrunken to the most shapely of branches. Wave after wave of feminine pleasure crashed against his mind, his identity, a monsoon encompassing every piece that tried to resist, Gariel's screams rising to an unearthly keen as his shaft penetrated his innards, only the tip hanging outside his nearly finished womanhood. His cock, it felt... inadequate? Not just in how it was just left one step away from completion, but even inside as the pleasure of his first time being fucked faded the thin shaft felt entirely too small to fill her, that hollow space clawed out yearning for something bigger, meatier, manlier to fuck her into-

"NOOO~ G-GARIEL NOT WANT ORC COCK!" They let "him" go then, the almost girl scrabbling against the floor as she tried to shove her own cock inside, grunting angrily as it refused to submit, stubbornly keeping her on the cusp of orgasming as sweat ran down every contour of her achingly aroused body. A tattoo was forming on her backside, which would have filled her with horror if she could see the elfin seal of lust there, an old seal that usually made conquered females of past battles become hopelessly horny concubines. In the crowd, the orcs who had first beaten her all those days ago were undressing, cheered on by the crowd as they formed a half circle around the former elf as she grinded her junk against the floor, desperately fingering the half formed slit. Her nose twitched at the smell of cock, her eyes shining as she noticed all of these burly men erect around her, drool pouring down onto her burning body.

Her pride as an elf held for another five minutes, the men content to just stand there smirking as her body tortured itself, lust demanding her body be filled, to be fucked. Eventually the need broke apart her logic, her hatred, her everything as she crawled towards the one in front, her tongue wrapping around his shaft, her hands reaching out to grope his muscled body, pulling herself up as her tongue left a trail from cock to mouth. He seemed amused, laughing as her thighs grappled around his cock.

"Oh is orcish cock good enough for you now? Want some savage in you eh?" Gariel couldn't take it anymore, gurgling out some guttural orcish pleas, begging to be fucked and made complete. His cock was the key she needed, his first inwards thrust shoving her cock inside, splitting her insides in a glorious release as she came, her first orgasm quickly accompanied by more with each rough fucking of her new pussy.

The rest joined in, Gariel losing herself to lust as her mouth wrapped around another cock, her hands jerking off two more, two separate mouths servicing her breasts as she screamed out how much she loved it. When her mouth wasn't stuffed with another Orcish cock she was moaning how wrong she was, how superior orc cocks were, how much she wanted all of their gloriousness inside of her as she was turned into their needy little slut, her past of little consequence now under such overwhelming ecstasy.

Eventually they tired out, each one grunting as they let out their seed until Gariel was left standing, drenched in sweat and other fluids, her body still filled with need. The woman who she now instinctively recognized as the chieftain smiled, looking out to the crowd of horny orcs who had watched the entire process with glee.

"Now GAR... What would you like to do to start making amends?" She looked around, saw all the strong men, their bulges straining. She whimpered.

"G-Gar wants, GAR WANTS COCK!" And so her sentence began to the pleasure of all.