Bonus Story: Night Guard

Llyra was proud of where she was. Granted, she was on the graveyard shift, but she was proud to be there. It was because of her pride that she was there in the first place. Her first few months in the City Guard had her accompanying more senior officers and aiding them in their busy work. She would never complain, every part of the Guard was needed to keep everything together, but she wanted more. When an opening in the night patrol opened up she jumped at the opportunity.

As she walked along the city streets she stopped to straighten her uniform. The outfit consisted of blue dress pants and dress jacket. It fit comfortably over her athletic figure. A shining badge marking her as a guard pinned proudly over her heart. She kept walking her patrol and was hoping to walk into some trouble. The guard knew a major crime or a group of criminals should only be observed and reported, she knew not to bite off more then she can chew. Llyra was hoping for at least a teenager breaking curfew to have something to report.

She jumped a bit when she heard a crash. Making her way to the source of the noise she was able to see a shadowy figure rummaging in a jewelry store. Llyra hid herself for a moment and did a little hop in excitement.

"My first arrest! And a jewel thief! OK, professional mode. You're a guard."

She walked up to the store. The front door was unlocked so she burst in and yelled "City Guard! Get on the ground!"

The theif was startled and accidentally tossed handfuls of precious stones in the air. Judging by the pitch of the stream of curses Llyra guessed her theif was a female. The robber took a step back and into a bit more light. Llyra saw that it was a Capra, a creature like a Satyr except currly hair covers their entire body. This one stood about a head shorter than the cop and was dressed in raggedy yet dark clothing. She dashed towards the guard and shoved her way past.

Llyra cursed and gave chase. Judging by the sounds of clinking metals she had a good deal of loot on her. The guard followed close behind and eventually dove to the Capra. Wrapping her arms around the thief's waist she forced her to the ground.

"I have you! Give up quietly!"

The theif responded by flailing her legs, but Llyra held firm and felt the hooves of the Capra scraping against her. She removed one arm and grabbed the handcuffs at her pants. Then she heard a loud rip.  She looked down and was able to see her exposed panties through a gash in the elastic of her pants. The theif used this opportunity to wriggle free and run away more. Llyra stood up. She tried to cover herself but her pants refused to stay up. Her pink and frilly panties mostly shown now. She saw the criminal disappearing into the distance. The guard tried to run while holding her ruined pants up but this severely slowed her down. Her face blushed red as she discarded her ruined garment and tucked the handcuffs in her jacket pocket. Only with pink cloth covering her behind and womanhood she set off to chase again.

She was relieved when she found the theif in a dead end, trying and failing to scale a sheer wall. She heard the guard approach and turned around. Her fear turned to laughter quickly seeing the guard. "Are pink frills part of the uniform?"

Llyra covered her crotch. "This is only because you ruined my uniform. And that's going to be added to your sentence. Now put your hands against the wall."

The Capra rolled her eyes. "Destruction of pants will be added to Teva's rap sheet." She turned around and placed her hands on the wall as instructed. She listened closely to the guards footsteps as she approached. She waited until she was just close enough before she shot her leg backwards in a mule kick.

The force of the hard hoof impacting on her vagina rocked her hip backwards and made her  stumble back a few steps. It took a moment for the pain to register. She had been struck there a few times in her training, she knew it hurt. When the pain in her crotch made its way to her brain she let out a howl of pain. Teva removed her leg and turned to admire her handiwork. She noticed something pink on her hoof. It seemed her hoof snagged the panties and ripped them off. Looking back at the guard she wondered of she even noticed yet.

Shaking her leg the garment fell off. She casually strode around the wounded guard, who was laying down with her face in the ground and her ass in the air. "Yeah, there is a reason I don't get caught. As you noticed I'm not the most graceful when it comes to stealth. But when it comes to incapacitating no one is better. I gave that same kick to a knight one time. Left a dent in her armoured cod piece. She wasn't so keen on chasing me after that." She squatted down and grabbed the behind of the human. "First time I disrobbed someone though. I'm guessing they have cheap uniforms in this city. But with an ass like this you shouldn't dress so modestly." She gave the booty a firm squeeze. Llyra had an athletic build and her ass was firm and pleasing to the touch. After a bit more groping she let go and nudged the officer on her side. The guard kept her hands firmly on her aching crotch.

"I didnt get as much loot as I wanted to so let's see if you can help make up some of that." She patted down the officers coat. In the front pocket she found the handcuffs. She tossed those away, not wanting any part of those and trusting the kick will keep her grounded. She felt up the arms and found nothing. She moved to belly and then to her breast. She felt something hidden inside. She grabbed the jacket and ripped it open. Reaching in she found a small coin pouch.

"Its a little something." She looked at the downed woman's now open jacket. She smirked "speaking of a little something. I should be thorough."

She reached down once more and tore open the pained woman's bra. She saw her perky breasts and smiled. "Never know what could be hidden." The theif moved her hands to the guards small breasts and shamelessly groped them. The guard had regained enough of her senses and her face was burning red. Both with embarrassment and fury. The uniform she worked hard to wear was ruined and every part of her was being groped. She was able to tear a hand away from her crotch and threw a fist at the Capra's face. It collided with her cheek and the Capra was pushed back. She rubbed her face and chuckled. "I guess I got carried away."

The guard hastened to her feet. The pain in her crotch still stung but she endured. "How dare you? I am a proud member of the city guard. But for the next few minutes." She unpinned her badge and tossed it aside. "I'm just a civilian who's gonna beat your ass!" She yelled as she put up her fists.

The Capra crossed her arms. "Ya know, I think natural looks better than shaved."

The guard was confused. It was when the theifs eyes darted down and towards her shaved pussy did she realize what she ment. Llyra quickly covered her crotch with both hands.

Teva took this opportunity and dashed forward. She punched straight and dug her fist right into Llyras bare breast. The tender mound was flattened and she recoiled. Rubbing her sore boob she angrily shouted. "Why do you have to keep hitting spots like that?"

"Just say cunt and tit. You're a civilian you don't have to be so uptight." She said with a smirk.

Llyra narrowed her eyes. Once more Teva charged but this time the civilian was ready. She moved aside and kicked her foot at the attackers leg. Teva tripped up and fell to her hands and knees. Before the Capra could reorient herself her backside was launched up. Llyra punted her foot as hard as she could between her opponent's legs. The Capra's ass was lifted up and she was flipped over on her back. During her brief airtime she currled up in a ball, her hands going to her crotch.

Llyra walked forward and grabbed the legs of the theifs pants. She tugged and yanked them off. Likewise she ripped the front of the theifs top, exposing her D sized breasts. Llyra stepped back. "Ha! How do you like it?"

The theif shakily stood up. "Its all right. I don't have a problem with my body. Kinda wish you didn't rip my top but whatever it was cheap."

Llyra rubbed her forehead in frustration. "You're not even a little embarrassed by this?"

"Why would I be embarrassed about my body?"

"Well, you'll be embarrassed when you are behind bars." Llyra said half heartedly. Her momentum severely dampened.

"Are we going to fight more or do you want to talk about your insecurities?" Asked the Capra.

"I still have to get you back for the hit to my" Llyra paused "tit."

The civilian stepped in and tossed a punch aimed to the criminals face. She put her arms up to block the hit. It stung, but not nearly as much as if it hit her intended target. Teva responded by punching her fist at the guards gut. The dull sound of impacting flesh rang out and the air in the human's lungs was forced out. The Capra realed her fist back for a haymaker, but Llyra was able to move quick enough to attack before that.

The civilian shot her hands forward and grabbed her opponent's breasts. The Capra gasped in surprise then in pain when the human dug her fingers into the soft mounds of flesh. Teva tried to push the civilian away, but that only caused pulling to be added to the pain she felt. This is the only time she didn't like having a big chest. She looked to see if she could grab the humans boobs but she feared she would be too flat to get a grip. She aimed lower and drove her hard knee into the smooth pussy.

Llyra yelled in pain but tried to hold on. Teva shot her knee up again and again. After the fourth hit the human pushed on her opponent's breasts as hard as she could. The Capra fell on her back and held her aching breasts.

The guard wanted to fall to the ground herself but she stepped forward and fell so she was on top of the Capra. She propped herself on her hands and drove her knee into the Capra's furry bare pussy.

"You are not"

She smashed her knee into her crotch again.

"Supposed to hit."

Once more she struck

"A woman."

Again she kneed.

"In the vagina!"

She yelled out as she drove her hard knee into the natural crotch once more, this time with enough force to cause her tits to bounce. Llyra rolled over and allowed herself to curl up into a ball to sooth her own vagina. The Capra likewise curled up seeking the same relief. For a long moment both women lay on the ground next to each other. Both of them occasionally moaning in pain, mostly oblivious to their opponent.

Eventually the Capra got up first. When Llyra heard the sound of hooves on pavement she opened her eyes to look aroud. She saw that Teva was bending over and grabbing the humans ankles. She lifted them up and spread them apart.

"What are you-" Llyra tried to ask but was cut off.

"Showing I can do whatever I want." She said as she stomped down as hard as she could on her opponent's already battered cunt. Llyra cried out and desperately tried to pry the hard hoof off of her. The Capra's leg proved to strong and she continued too press down on the tender womanhood. Eventually she gave up on trying to lift the leg up and tried desperately to feel around herself for anything she could use. All the while Teva was doing all she could to increase the pain. Bouncing her hoof up and down, applying as much of her weight as she could, even twisting her hoof like she was putting out a cigarette. Eventually the civilian found a sizable stone and chucked it at the thief.

It sailed through the air and bounced off one of Teva's horns. This caused enough pain for her to let go of the ankles. Llyra took this and spun over and quickly scrambled to her feet, moving forward. The Capra rubbed her horn and chased after. The civilian stopped and delivered a mule kick of her own, driving her heel into the Capra's vagina.

She doubled over and grabbed herself. "Oof! So that's what that feels like.

Llyra turned to face her opponent, one hand on her crotch. "Not good eh? But I'm guessing a foot isn't as bad as hoof."

"Call it a natural advantage." She said blinking away pain.

Lyra shook her head and tried to attack. The two nearly naked women grappled with each other. The guard had experience grappling but she had trouble forcing herself to do maneuvers well when her naked body was rubbing against her opponent's. When she was brought in close she felt her breasts pressed against the Capras she had to push away a bit to stop the rubbing.

Their battle was put to a sudden stop when both of them yiped in pain simultaneously. They let go of each other and looked down to see a hand on both of their pussies. They turned around and saw anouther female City Guard crouched behind them. She was a human of average build.

"Nudity and fighting are both illegal. You'll be coming with me." She said sternly.

"Hey! I'm a guard too, you cant!- ow!" Llyra was forced to stop yelling when the other guard squeezed harder. She continued. "Just look at my badge." She paused to remember.  "Look at my uniform." She felt a cold chill that reminded her that her uniform was too damaged to be recognizable.

The guard clamped her hands down harder, pinching their sore pussies as hard as she could. The two women yelled out loudly and they both slowly fell to their knees and eventually to the ground. "Had to make sure you didn't try to run away." She said as she pulled her cuffs and arrested both nudists.

Some time later when Llyra returned to the station the confusion was cleared up. She still gets teased about this fight to this day.

Teva eventually managed to escape from jail, leaving a path of sore crotches in her wake. She was spotted a few cities over wearing a cup.

The guard who captured both of them received employee of the month for quick thinking and taking down two people at once. Her plaque mysteriously vanished soon after.

Low Blow Quest Chapter 5: The plot thiccens

Morn felt the cool dirt underneath her feet. She walked along an unfamiliar path to an unknown town. She wasn't sure exactly where an enchanted weapon would be but she figured it would be out there in the world somewhere. Hopefully someone in this town knew something at least. 

She walked with her head held high. She had her fur loincloth and top, both of which barely covered enough for her to not to be naked. Of course she would have been perfectly all right walking in fully nude, but non orcs have such problems with nudity. She stood a bit taller than an average human male and her toned muscles flexed as she strode forward. She also had white body paint along her whole body and not in a particularly complicated pattern as she didn't feel she had anyone to impress here. She had her spear resting on her shoulder to show she wasnt openly hostile. 

She looked around and found it was a fairly well off town. The abundance of blacksmiths, general store, and magic supplies shop told her this town was frequented by adventurers. She only had a few coins on her and hoped it would be enough to buy a drink and a lead from the local tavern. She walked in to one such establishment and made her way to the barkeep. It didn't take long for her stride to turn the heads of most patrons, including a fair few females. Whether it be from the bouncing of her breasts, which her top barely covered and allowed her boobs to bouce almost completely unimpeded, or her ass. The thin piece of fur that covered it bounced sometimes allowing a perfect view of her green behind as it jiggled with every step.

She sat at a stool and spoke to the man behind the counter. "Something strong, please." As she placed some coin on the table. She said knowing that human standards for strong are low. The barkeep looked at the value of the currency and produced a mug. He filled it with a clear yet strong smelling liquid.  Morn took a swig, cringed, and spoke up. 

"Know where someone can find an enchanted weapon?" 

The man looked back at the orc, eyes darting to her generous cleavage before going back up to her face. "Well, Arnold's Arms has some magic items. They are pricey but-"

Morn shook her head. "Nah I gotta find one. Like in a cave or something."

The man thought for a moment. "Well there is talk of a possessed weapon in Devils Valley. Afraid I don't know too much of the specifics but many failed to retrieve it. Lots died, horrible deaths, that sorta thing. "

Morn knew where that valley was, just never had a reason to go there. She chugged down the rest of her drink, a single drop escaping her lips and splashing down on her green mounds. The bartender was greatful that his counter hid is crotch. He then had a thought. 

"You here alone miss?" 

Morn was about to ask what he ment before he looked over her shoulder and quickly excused himself. The orc turned around and saw a trio of armoured humans walk in the establishment. They had mail armour and yellow tunics. They had the look of mercenaries about them. They all took seats at a table and eyed up Morn. One especially, eyed up her backside.

The green woman sneered back and got up to leave. Suddenly a loud voice bellowed in the tavern. "Oi! Orc! Wanna arm wrestle?" 

She turned and saw a burly, hairy man sitting at a table. He was surrounded by equally big men. He smiled, revealing missing and rotting teeth, and spoke out. "Show me what all that green muscle can do, girly. Unless you wanna run back to your orc cave."

Morn huffed. While she wasn't as strong as other females of her tribe she knew she could overpower any human. Her orc pride was being challenged. She walked over and sat opposite the hairy man. The rest of the group cheered and jeered, excited to see this match. 

"Dont suppose you want to wager anything on this?" The female said as she put her arm on the table.

The man grinned wider, letting Morn get a smell of his awful breath. "Nah, this lot couldn't give me a challenge. Was hoping a orc could deliver some fun."

He grasped her hand and the two pushed as hard as they could. While the man had more mass the woman had orc blood in her. Her defined muscles flexed as she willed all of her strength to go into her arm. She forced herself to keep her breathing steady as she strained herself. Suddenly, she was greatful for the bizarre handstand dancing her master made her do. It took some effort but eventually Morn was able to force her opponent's hand to the table. 

The rowdy group suddenly grew silent. Morn worried about retaliation as she slowly inched her hand towards her spear. They all cheered and complemented the newcomer. The defeated hairy man spoke "Me mate was a greenskin! I could never beat him either. He didn't like clothes like you. Poor guy, died when his head was cut off." 

Morn, more relaxed by his jovial attitude "well, decapitation is normally deadly."

He rubbed a finger under his nose "I didn't say which head." He leaned in close and took on a serious tone. "You may want to be leaving this town soon. People adventuring on their own tend to go missing. Rumor has it the Golden Lord has some lackeys here. You can hang with us until we leave next week if ya..."

Morn stood up "I appreciate the offer but I can handle myself." She turned and walked off. The hairy man let out a longing sigh as she left. "Second best green arse I've seen."

As she left she couldn't help but see the trio of guards bullying the barkeep. She was able to make out something about how his tax money is past due. She didn't wish to interfere with how this town works and continued on her way. 

Making her way through the reasonably sized town and thought it would be a good idea to stay the night in an inn before heading off in the morning. She passed by a potion shop and cringed inwardly. During her walk she was suddenly pushed towards a wall. Her tits hit the wall first, giving her a sharp sting. She spun around with her spear held ready to see the three yellow tunics. She was ready to lunge but stopped herself when she saw the one who was staring at her ass aiming a crossbow at her. He seemed to be the youngest of the trio and couldn't take his eyes off her chest. 

The other two flanked Morn. A male holding shackles, who had a short beard. The other, female, spoke up. "You’re under arrest, greenskin." She said proudly. 

The orc kept her spear held firm, keeping the bearded man at bay. "You don't look the usual town guard. And I didnt do anything wrong."

The woman crossed her arms "think of us as a private military contractor. And we have you for public nudity and stealing."

Morn snarled "I'm clearly wearing clothes. And I paid for my drink!" 

The woman in yellow was growing inpatient "your bikini dosnt count. And the barkeep will say whatever we want him to. Now drop your spear or Borin will put a bolt in your chest."

Morn weighed up her options. True the person holding the crossbow looked like a buffoon but even a buffoon can land a shot this close. She sighed and dropped her weapon on the ground. The bearded man took his opportunity and moved behind the orc. He took her arms and bound them behind her. The young man relaxed and lowered his weapon. The bearded man barked an order. "Check her for anything hidden.

The young man holstered his weapon and walked forward. He eagerly grabbed both breasts. His fingers easily sank into the soft flesh. He felt around the fur covered areas especially, his face grew red and his pants grew tighter. When he was positive nothing was hidden in her breasts his hands wandered down and found their way to the green ass he had been eyeing up. He made sure to feel up every available inch he could, all the while not so subtly rubbing his erection on Morn's crotch. 

"I do think she isnt hiding anything." He said with satisfaction. 

Morn looked the groping man in the face. "I still have some weapons."

Before he could ask what she ment he got an answer. She rocketed her hard knee between his legs. He flew up a couple inches before crumbling to the ground in a heap. "I have nutcrackers."

The bearded man furiously threw a fist at Morn's stomach, only to be met by a grunt and Morn's angry stare. "Gods damned greenskin!" He tried a couple more times before the orc swung her forehead into his face with a satisfying crunch. He stumbled back, holding his bleeding nose.

She started to run until the female guard yelled "You guys are worthless. You gotta know where to aim." She said as she threw her foot between the greenskins legs. The armoured boot smashed against tender cunt harshly, causing Morn to crumple and fall to her side. Her arms wanting to cradle her aching pussy but were bound behind her. The female tunic grabbed Morn's ankles and held them high. The small piece of fur covering her crotch was blown upward, giving her a perfect view of her womanhood. 

"No matter who this is the beatings are my favorite part of this job." The tunic said as she stomped her foot down on the green pussy. She kept her foot down and grinded it like she was putting out a fire. Morn squirmed but was unable to escape, only able to scrunch up her face. She refused to cry out, not wanting to give them the satisfaction. 

After some time the female grew tired of the lack of reaction she ordered her men to carry her off. Both of them still nursing their injuries slowly responded. They each grabbed a arm and dragged her to the towns jail. Morn looked around and saw the townspeople. To her surprise none of them were cheering at the alleged criminal being arrested. Most of them looked very sympathetic, all of them turning away whenever one of the tunics looked in their direction. Morn could even see a look of disappointment in some of their faces. 

Later that night Morn found herself in a dark prison cell. It was old, murky, and stunk of death. She was happy to be out of her restraints, but her current situation made it a small comfort. Examining her cell she was disturbed to find the skeletal remains of some poor sap. She was hoping she wouldn't be in here as long as him. She picked up what she thought was a rib and pondered turning it into a shiv.

"Could you not mess with my bones?" A voice beside her asked.

She turned and saw a transparent blue human now sitting beside her. He had a clean shaven face and looked to he in his twenties. He was dressed in a loose fitting robe with strange symbols scribbled all over it. Without thinking she threw her fist and it passed harmlessly through his head. 

"Nah, that won't work."

She raised her fist and slammed it down on his crotch, only for it to hit the stone bench he sat on.

"Nope, not that either. Listen, I'm not here to hurt you." He said.

Morn stood and still assumed a fighting stance. "Who are you, spirit?"

"Better reaction than most people. That's good. Kozor is my name, amateur wizard and dead as you can see."

"Why haven't you passed on then?" Morn asked, relaxing a little. 

The spirit held up his hands "again, please relax. I'm only here to harm those yellow tunic idiots. About a year ago, when I was alive, anouther group of yellow tunics jumped me and tossed me in here. Others came and went. All sold off to slavers, cannibals, or worse. They target alone wanderers and others people won't miss. The townsfolk don't stop them for fear of the larger group seeking retribution."

Morn sat back down. "Larger group?"

"Ive heard some groups of these guys talk about someone called the Golden Lord. I'm afraid I don't know many details but this town is somewhat an initiation scam for newcomers in the organization. Some saying they hope this will help them earn their Golden Spheres,  whatever that means."

Morn then asked "You never answered why you haven't just left this place, being a ghost and all."

The young wizard shook his head. "Sorry, been forever since someone didn't just keep screaming and freaking out. Like I said I am an amateur wizard. I dabbled in necromancy and, well, here I am. My spirit is bound to my skull and I cannot stray far from it. Unfortunately I still need a physical body to do magic and I need consent to possess someone. My dear orc, allow me to posses you and I will get us out of here. Don't worry, I am not a strong spirit, I can only keep your body for a few minutes."

Morn crossed her arms and thought. She heard footsteps approaching. After a brief moment she shrugged "sure, go for it."

The spirit pleaded "please, I won't do you any harm-" he paused for a moment "wait for real? Hot damn you're the first!"

Before morn could say anymore Kozor sped into her. Suddenly she felt like a stranger in her body. She saw her through her eyes and felt her hands move but had no control. She heard her voice speak but she wasn't the one speaking it. "Its been a while since I've been alive." 

Suddenly her own hands flew to her breasts and started groping. "Damn girl! Its been impossible to not say this for so long but damn you got rocking tits!" Morn tried to yell but her voice was silent. Apparently the wizard could hear it, however. "Trust me this is needed for my plan." He looked at her amrs too "you must be able to lift an ox with these." Morn felt embarrassed by this telling him he was just saying that.

The cell they were trapped in was part of a larger room. The door to the room opened and out came the youngest member of the trio of guards holding a bowl of bad smelling food. "My nuts are still sore from the knee you gave me, but I have to give you this so you stay in presentable condition."

Kozor was able to piece together enough to figure out what happened. He spoke through Morns voice, sounding as sultry as she could. "I'm sorry, mister guard. You were just so strong and intimidating that I panicked. There has to be some way I can make it up to you." He said as he pushed Morns ample breasts forward. He walked forward and squeezed the green jugs through the bars. 

The pain in the young mans crotch was mostly forgotten. He placed the bowl on the ground and hesitantly walked forward.  He was weary of a trap, but he knew she couldn't do much from behind those bars. Eventually he grabbed at those coveted green mounds, all the while keeping his hips at an angle to stop any unwanted leg attacks. Once more his hands sunk into the soft flesh. While he was looking away Morn's hand wove a complicated series of hand gestures. With a crackle electricity passed through the green body into the human one. He yelled and convulsed before falling limp and unconscious. Morns hand shot through the bars and grabbed the key at his belt. Yanking it free it was used to open the cell door. Before she knew it Morn was once again back in control. She saw the wizard standing beside her. He faded back into the skull to recuperate. "Looks like a few minutes is my limit." He said as the skull shimmered slightly and the jaw moved as he spoke. 

Morn was conflicted about her feelings about how she was used to escape, but she was out now. She scooped up the skull "should we do anything about him?" Asked morn

The skull clattered as it spoke "if ya want, but he will be down for a good long while. I'm confident of it." Morn weighed her options and just decided to leave quickly. 

She unfortunately found herself soon facing the other two guards. "Dont suppose you can hit em with more lightning?" Asked morn to the skull. 

"Sorry, I'm spent." Is all he offered in response. She tossed the skull aside and got into a fighting stance. She heard more footsteps and saw the young guard make his way into the room. "Whatever you do don't grab her tits!"

The skull, not wanting to cause attention to the thing keeping him in the world of the living only whispered to Morn "Sorry, been a while since I did magic."

The others looked confused but decided to just focus on the present danger. 

The female of the group spoke up "looks like you didn't learn your lesson. This time I'm gonna stomp your disgusting green cunt til its paste." 

The beared man was next to talk. His voice sounded funny now that he had wadded cotton stopping blood from dripping from his nose. "She might loose value as a sex slave then."

Morn had enough of this and charged. She was able get some hits in but was soon overwhelmed. She managed to get her arms down and grabbed the crotches of both the males. She felt their balls through their pants and clamped down. Both men forgot any offense and tried to pry the green hand away from their manhoods. The female guard tried to help but Morn used her grip on both men's berries to help her jump up and wrap her legs around the womans neck. Her bare cunt pressed against the humans face and shut off her supply of oxygen.  

The two men both fell to their knees to try and compensate for the fact that Morn was now on her ass. The bearded man spoke in a shaky voice "vile greenskin slut. When I get out of this I'm going to shove my-"

Morn cut him off "no you won't" and she began to squeeze in his tender orbs harder now. All he could do was scream as his testicles began to lose their shape. Pain wracked his entire body and he tensed up. The eventually the moment came when his balls finally gave way they flattened completely in her grasp. All the while the female who's face was in green pussy desperately patted her hand on Morns thigh before her eyes rolled back.

She let go and let him crumple into a ball. She saw that the female had passed out and let her go as well. All that was left was the young man. He looked at her with pleading in his eyes. "Please just let me go."

Morn thought for a moment and simply responded "no" knowing what leaving someone capable of fighting back would mean.

She bore down with both hands and made short work of his marbles. She got up and made her way to the discarded skull. "Youre a guy, got anything to say about what happened?" She asked the skull as she picked it up.

"Badass. I mean that is the group that made me starve to death in a small cell and sell people for profit. So fuck em."

She nodded her approval and was about to leave when she heard a woman coughing. She saw the female tunic dazed and struggling to remember what happened. Morn got a wicked smile and walked over. She grabbed both of the womans ankles and lifted them up high. The woman finally was fully aware of her surroundings and saw what morn was planning. An awkward smile crept on her face "Don't suppose some nice shiny gold could help you forget about what I did?"

Morns only answer was a stomp to her human crotch with all of her orcish might. While its true that there are less things to break between a females legs that didn't stop morn from trying. 

After making sure she would have no semblance of a sex life the orc left. As she walked out of the guard house she saw many townsfolk hesitantly looking out of windows and behind cracked doors. When they saw that it was the greenskin that walked out they looked both confused and hopeful. One short and stout woman carefully approached her. "We hard the guards screaming. We weren't sure what happened." She said as she looked past the muscular woman and into the structure behind her. When she saw all three of the tunics clutching their crotches she got a relieved smile on her face. 

Morn chuckled "I'm pretty sure they don't have a gender anymore." 

"Too good for them I say. Them and their lot have been bleeding this town dry. We always hope that someone puts them in their place but we are all too afraid of who they work for."

Morn held up a hand "the three of them probably won't be able to do much for a while. And if anyone comes to replace them then tell them what happened to the last batch. Crushing privates is a good scare tactics."

The towns woman nodded. "This will make you an enemy of the Golden Lord."

Morn puffed out her chest to look more imposing, but mostly just made her top strain from being pushed near breaking point. "A real orc welcomes a fight."

Low Blow Quest Chapter 4: Dont doubt teacher

Morn sat cross legged in front of the dirt. She finished drawing out a figure roughly looking like her master, Cuxtop. She scribbled out the head, arms, and legs.

"They wouldn't be in his tail. Would they?"

She thought of it before tentatively scribbling out his tail. That just leaves the body and head. She had been training with the reptile for a month now. While she did get some basic hand to hand fighting lessons it felt like she was mostly doing rather bizarre endurance training. Furthermore she never figured out where his balls are so she can smack them.

"What you working on there?" A masculine voice said.

Morn threw herself on the dirt to cover the scribbles. "Nothing! What do you want?"

The reptile couldn't help but smile, knowing the female was trying to figure out the location of his testicles. "Ready to continue your training? You are almost ready for the next steps."

Morn made sure her drawing was erased before she stood up. "I've been having some questions about this training. You have taught me very little of fighting. Just exercises and odd ones at that."

"Nonsense, one needs a strong body before you have martial prowess. Now begin the leg exercises. This time we will step it up to the next level." He said as he walked behind her. Morn spread her legs and placed her hands on her knees. She began to shake her round, green behind. Her loincloth bouncing giving occasional peeks at her womanhood as her ass cheeks jiggled around. Cuxtop took in the sight, as he did many times before.

"Remind me, what is the point of this?" Shs said after some time as sweat began to drip down her body, falling to the dirt but she didn't slow down. The master didn't take his eyes off of his students behind as he answered. "Disapline and endurance. Two major fundamentals to any strong fighter. Now, up and down." Morn stopped shaking her behind in random directions and now focused on making her booty go up and down, trying to go fast enough to make her cheeks hit together hard enough to cause a clapping sound. Morn was straining to keep up the rhythm. She spoke up "feels like this is more for your viewing pleasure."

Cuxtop calming answered "Nonsense. In all your time here I have not once tried to have my way with you." He thought to himself "I prefer to take care of that myself."

He continued to speak "besides my own teacher had me do the exact same work out when I studied under her. She observed me the exact same way." He trailed off and began to think "she too went off to meditate often..."

He was lost in thought before he shook his head, bringing himself back to the present. Morn spoke up once more, a bit convinced by her masters words "why is this one diff-" before she yelled in pain. The lizard had delivered a quick kick to Morn's vagina. She stopped her twerking and moved her hands from her knees to her crotch. "What the hell?" She exclaimed.

The master watched her squirm before he raised a finger in the air, like a teacher "Disapline and endurance. You can't let a distraction stop you from completing a task. Continue your exercise and let nothing stop you."

Morn grumbled and hesitated.

"My master did the same thing to me. But she had to actually hit my balls." He said reassuringly.

Morn quickly turned her head to look at the reptile. He smiled and winked. "Its a secret!"

Morn sighed and put her hands back on her knees. She shook her behind like before as she fought back the pain in her loins. She was sweating now and it caused her strong body to glisten in the sunlight. She wasn't wearing her traditional body paint, as she spent most of her time in the mountains with only her master as company. Cuxtop reached between Morn's legs and delivered a series of quick soft slaps. They normally wouldn't hurt too much but her cunt was still sore from the kick. She moaned in pain, squirming but forcing herself to keep shaking her behind. The lizard clicked his mouth before moving to her front. He was already crouching in what he hoped a way wouldn't make his erection obvious in his pants. Morn looked him in the eyes as he grabbed both of her hanging green breasts and squeezed. She had been hit in the boobs before, even by him during sparing, but getting ones breasts roughly handled is something one never gets used to. Her face scrunched up and she struggled to keep her form. The red scaled hands sunk deep into the soft breast flesh as he twisted and pulled about. Her face darkened to a new shade of green. It was a combination of embarrassment and anger. A minute felt like an eternity for Morn but after that time he let go and told her she could stop.

Instantly she fell to the ground letting her legs rest, but more importantly holding her aching breasts to sooth away the pain. The lizard sat down beside her, not able to stand up straight lest his boner become obvious. He had an image to maintain, at least in his head. "You have proven yourself to have the mental and physical fortitude to continue. But there is one test you must pass and I will teach you about Ki, the inner energy."

Morn, still sore and now frustrated blurted out "well, what the hell good is energy? I wanna do that cool punch you did on the tree before."

"That tree punch is the most basic use of Ki. There are countless other uses-"

He was cut off by Morn. "Then show me one! Cus all you been doing is hitting my private parts, making me jiggle, and jerking off in your shed."

Without missing a beat he raised one foot in the air before slamming it on the ground. In the blink of an eye he was launched into the air. Morn looked up in amazement, leaning back in her seated position. Cuxtop focused his energy and threw his fist upward, creating a dazzling vortex of flame. He hovered in the air for a little bit before swooping down and landing gracefully on his feet. Morn stared at him wide eyes with biggest grin on her face.

"Ohmygoshohmygosh thats so cooooooooool." She said, forgetting all of her previous anger and doubt. The tree punch was enough to keep her complacent for a month but now she was fully convinced. She wanted to know all about this Ki. The red reptile couldn't help but smile "thank you thank you. But I do need to tell you the test."

The woman's eyes shot down to his crotch. She was fully expecting it to be something sexual, and after that dispay of power she was willing to comply with anything. As she was mentally preparing herself to find out what lizard dick tasted like she slowly opened her mouth. He continued. "You must find a magical weapon. You cannot buy one. You have to find it."

The orc looked down at the ground, fully embarrassed by her previous thought train. Perhaps he is just a really eccentric teacher.

"However, before you go now you must do anouther work out. To really make sure you are ready."

Morn got the idea this was more of a punishment for doubting him but she didnt voice any complaints. She couldn't wait to shoot fire from her fists.

Low Blow Quest Chapter 3: Literal ups and downs

The recovery was long and somewhat embarrassing but Morn was back to her old self. She did watch the final bouts of the tournament and was awestruck. Awestruck and disappointed in herself. Even if she had the potion she would have no hope against the ferocity and skill of the final contestants. She fell into a forlorn mood.

The shaman saw her state and offered her a soothing cream. When morn clarified that her emotions, not her crotch, was in pain she offered up some advice. It was a longshot but there was still that legendary hero hermit who lived up in the mountains. The shaman knew that he turned away anyone seeking aid, but she figured a journey would at least get Morn out of her funk. 

Perking up at this news Morm set out on her quest. If anyone can turn Morn fierce it would be a legendary hero. It wasn't until she was at the base of the mountain did she realize that she didn't ask where exactly he was or what he even looked like. No matter. How many hermits can one mountain have?

After a couple weeks of searching a mountain she realized that mountains are both huge and a pain to explore. However after much hardship she eventually found an unnaturally flat area near the top.  A simple wooden shack was all that was around. Morn yelled out asking if anyone was home. Hearing no response she explored the grounds. Eventually she saw someone sitting away from her, feet dangling over the edge of a cliff. She got a closer look at him, getting close and eyeing him up. He had his eyes closed and didn't react to Morn at all. He was reptilian, with red scales all over his body. He wore only flowing pants. Morn finally spoke up. 

"Are you Cuxtop, the legendary hero of legend?"

The reptile stayed still and didn't respond. 

"Can you at least point me to him? I need to find him so he can train me."

Once more the red scaled one continued to stay motionless. 

"Are you dead? Hello? Buddy you there? Hellooooooooooo"

Her greeting trailed on for a while before the man louldy clicked his mouth. 

"All right, I'm stopping this right now. I am Cuxtop and I'm not interested in speaking to anyone. That's why I live all the way up here." Not even turning his head to look at his guest. "Now please leave me be."

Morn protested "you don't understand. I'm the runt of my entire tribe! Everyone is bigger than me. Stronger than me. More fierce than me! I dont know whats wrong with me but I want to fix this. I thought if anyone could help me it would be a legendary hero!"

Annoyance clear in his voice he snapped back "you and every other two bit adventurer. I'm not interested in going on quest, offering advice, but especially not training apprentices. I put in enough work as a hero and want to enjoy my retirement."

He turned around to face her. "Now leave me aloooo-"

His mouth went slack as he finally fixed his eyes on the orc. He didn't know where to rest his gaze. Her curvy hips no doubt being part of a juicy round butt. Her waist being plump yet healthy. A thin price of fabric covering her womanhood, barely hiding her privacy. Her breasts were large and tipped with darker green nipples. Her face wasn't as harsh as female orcs usually are and in fact even had luscious lips. All of this topped off with white painted that swirled her entire body, almost inviting the eye to glide across her skin and take her all in.

When he finally stopped making a constant 'o' sound he composed himself "you may have potential."

Morn light up at this and hopped up a bit, causing her free breasts to bounce.

The lizard stood up and approached the girl "never had a warm blood like this visit." He muttered to himself. Speaking up he continued "I'm going to examine you to make sure you are truly worthy of my teachings."

He walked around the orc. He stood a full head shorter than the female. His frame was lean and athletic, his bare chest displaying many scars from a lifetime of conflict. When he got behind he was delighted to see that his assumptions on her ass were correct. He squatted down and put both hands on either side of her calf, placing his head inches away from her callipygian behind. The green woman flinched at this. He quickly spoke up "like I said I must examine you. Feeling your muscles gives me great insight into what kind of, erm, material you are made of. What is your name, miss warm blood?" 

She looked down at the hero who was slowly working his way up her leg. "Morn. I have no family name. I was found by my tribe as a baby." 

Cuxtop continued his way up until making his way to her rear. He gave it a tentative grab and when she offered no resistance he freely groped her soft ass meat. "I noticed you seem different from others of your green kind."

As he let go of her behind and felt up her arm she responded "yes, I dont know why but my features and body are not as fierce as the rest of my people. My weaknesses has brought me no end of shame."

The reptile now was at her upper arms and stealthily, at least he thought, sniffed her hair before talking "never be ashamed of the way you are born. In my homeland red scales are almost seen as a deformity."

"How did you handle it?" She asked before stiffening up as he roughly groped her breasts. 

"A story for anouther day. Perhaps if you are worth training I'll share." He said with anouther loud click. 

"Haven't you examined me enough?" She said, the annoyance clear in her voice. 

He let her go before clearing his throat. He thanked his choice of baggy clothing that hid his excitement and walked towards his shack. "I must meditate. Wait here and I will give you my answer after sufficient contemplation."

He hurried away and shut the door, leaving a confused Morn outside alone. "There is a very real chance I got groped by a mountain pervert. Or he could be a weird martial arts master. I did forget to ask for a description. "

She huffed "I'll challenge him to a fight. If he is who he says he is then I can see his skills first hand. If he is just a pervert then I'll stomp his crotch flat." 

After a few minutes he stepped back outside. "I have decided to take you on as my apprentice!" He said joyfully. 

"Hold it!" She said, pointing an accusatory finger at the now a lot less tense male "fight me! Prove to me that you are a legend and I'll be the most loyal student ever. If you are lying then I'm going to beat your lizard ass!" She finished as she took up a fighting stance. 

Cuxtop smiled. He did enjoy some fire in his females. "Very well." He walked calmly towards her with his arms crossed. "Come at me however you like. Just be warned: just because I am enjoying retirement dosnt mean I've let myself get out of shape." 

Morn looked at the male. She saw how relaxed he was and it only served to stoke her anger. She charged forward, ready to punch him in the face. As she threw her fist forward he sidestepped before she could react. She then found her foot hitting something solid as she tumbled to the ground. She rolled and saw Cuxtop with his tail where her feet were. 

She stood back up and tried to swing again. Effortlessly he dodged her attacks before he shot his hand forward. All Morn could see were his clawed fingers inches away from her eyes. "Blinded." He said bluntly. 

Morn was happy to still have her eyes but still was unwilling to give up. She slapped his hand way and before she could do anymore he shot his fist up and held it just before her throat. "Crushed windpipe. Dead." He said.

Morn yelled out "stop fucking with me!" As she shot her foot between his legs. She felt her shin collide with his pelvis. She didn't feel the soft orbs that were her target but she was confident she hit something as the red reptile was pushed up from the impact. She was shocked when he only smiled.

"Normally a good tactic. But you have to know your opponent. Cold bloods have internal testicles."

"Then where are-" Morn tried to say before her own crotch exploded in agony. Her mouth formed a perfect O as she cupped herself and fell flat on her face. Ass high in the air she moaned in pain. She turned her face to see Cuxtop leaning against a tree. "My methods of teaching may be unorthodox but you will see results." He moved his fist so that it was almost touching the wood of the plant before he yelled and pushed his hand forward. The wood snapped as the tree broke and fell over. Morns face lit up for a brief moment before she cringed again, still in pain. 

Cuxtop's eyes wandered to the females fully bent ass before he clicked his mouth again. "Take your time recovering. I shall meditate in my home."

As he walked off she could have sworn she saw something poking in his pants. There is a real chance he was a mountain pervert AND a martial arts master. However he was strong. Morn continued to cradle her sore pussy as she smiled. She might become strong too.

Low Blow Quest Chapter 2: Winners don't do drugs!

Morn ran her hand through her hair. It was messy but soft to the touch. She unconsciously did this in times of stress to help calm her down. She was quickly wandering around her tribe, desperately seeking help. The tall slightly pale green female orc strode so quickly that it caused her breasts and butt to bounce. Her muscular frame allowed for quick movements and her white body paint stayed on her dispite her sweat. The head of the tribe announced a fighting tournament. No weapons and no rules. Killing and crippling are frowned upon, but besides that anything goes. Power is power and victory is victory. That is the orc way.

Morn knew that defeat is not a fun prospect and she tasted it in the last tournament. She had been defeated thoroughly by a male orc named Duma. It had been a fair fight but that still stung Morn, figuratively and literally. She couldn't stomach being knocked out of the tournament in the first round by the same person twice. She knew she needed some major advantage. Darting around she found the answer: the shaman hut.

She made her way inside and had had to squint her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Even in the heat of her homeland she could feel the temperature go up a few dozen degrees in the hut. Many strange potions and what she could only guess were magical devices lined countless shelves. She knew little of the workings of magic, but definitely knew its power. 

When her eyes adjusted to the darkness she jumped at seeing the painted figure sitting motionless in the back of the tent. In Morns tribe painting yourself was an everyday occurrence. Simple patterns were considered common wear and complex patterns were for formal occasions. The shaman was painted in a dark purple from head to toe, with white patterns that were ment to look like bones. She was significantly older than Morn and would have stood a full head shorter than the orc witch doctor.

"Why were you just sitting there like that?" Asked Morn

"Can't I nap in my own hut? And what ever happened to announcing your presence before you enter?" Scolded the shaman as she grabbed a staff and stood up.

Morn apologized and explained her predicament. She asked if there was anything the shaman with all of her great magics could do to help.

The skull painted woman thought for a moment then responded. "Have ya tried hitting his stones? Usually works."

Without skipping a beat Morn responded "I did last fight but he still managed to put me in a submission hold until I passed out."

"What about hitting them really hard?"

"I need actual help!" Said back Morn.

"Well, there is a legendary hero who is said to live in the mountains up in the north. If you sought him out you could-"

Morn cut her off "My fight is in half an hour. I need something right now!"

The shaman sighed and walked to the would be warrior. Placing a hand on her shoulder she spoke "there are many paths an orc can walk. Maybe the way of the warrior isn't for you. I've seen you grow up from a pup, you've never had the fire a fighter needs."

"I know its the right path for me. Warrior orcs blood is in my veins."

The shaman sighed. "You never knew your parents. Or even your grandparents. You dont-" she stopped herself when she saw the look in Morns eyes. Morns features that were softer than a usual orc, skin a more muted shade of green, even her posture being more uptight. She scratched her cheek and walked to a shelf. "There is an old potion. Our tribe dosnt use it anymore and hasn't for many many years. I doubt anyone besides me knows of it. It stops the body from feeling pain for some time." She grabbed a dark green bottle. Handing it to Morn she continued.

"When you drink this you'll feel the effects right away. A lack of pain may be able to get you through this fight. But be careful-"

She looked up and saw that morn had already chugged the entire bottle and was handing it back. "Thank you! I owe you a ton for this!" 

The shaman was about to yell at Morn for not listening but couldn't bring herself to do so when she felt the wannabe warriors arms around her. She returned the hug and simply said "try to win fast."

Morn stood at the lip of the fight pit. She was fully naked and had touched up her body paint, swirls and lines darted her entire body. Less combat oriented tribespeople just finished up their fight. The battle had not been serious and only their immediate families were watching. Morn was next in the tournament. She looked into the now empty pit, remembering its legacy. Countless battles took place in this arena, from minor scuffles to blood feuds. The tournament being held currently varied in the intensity of its fights. Non combatants having good natured scraps, hardened warriors engaging in bloody fist fights to show off martial dominance, and uneven matches being glorified sparing. 

The pit itself was nothing glorious but Morn felt honored to step in it. It was basically a hole in the ground, surrounded by planks of decorated and blood stained wood. The groud was a hard dirt. She allowed herself to breathe in the atmosphere. This is the place where warrirors proove their worth and where leaders are made. 

She was brought back to reality by a familar voice greeting her. Duma shouted a hello and jumped into the pit. He was built like a proper orc. He hunced forward some and had prominent lower frangs. As per the rules of the tournament he stood fully naked. He had more jagged patterns of red adorning his body. He wasnt a full fledged warrior, being primarily a hunter, but he took place in a few big game hunts. The fact that a hunter who didn't even battle predators bested her last time ate at her pride. Morn had to look up to face Duma. Orc women and men usually stood eye to eye and both usually featured the same hunch and prominent teeth. Morn stood fully upright and while she still had pronounced teeth they were much more subdued. Morn often cursed herself for being so different. She was often picked on growing up due to being different and for being an orphan. But she knew that proving her strength would prove them wrong. Strength is strength. 

"You are looking bone skinny there, Morn. I'm guessing you didn't eat too well from your last hunt." He said with a snicker. 

Morn never told her tribe about her run in with the goblins, opting to tell half truths and saying her prey got away. 

Morn spat in the dirt. "For someone who prides himself on being a hunter you never seek worthy prey. Only hunting the weak."

Duma stood face to face with Morn now. "Kinda like what I'm gonna be doing in a second."

Morn bared her teeth in anger. The both of them were torn away from each other when the voice of the shaman distracted them. "Break it up you two. You will fight only when I say so. Now get to opposite sides."

The shaman took her place and sat lazily on the lip of the pit. She was the only one watching, the fights between real warriors being the ones that gathered big crowds. A higher ranking orc usually oversaw these sanctioned matches, mostly help stop the loss of life. As the two combatants walked away the dark purple painted orc spoke up. "You two will fight as you see fit. It will end when one is unconscious or surrenders. When I call for a stop both of you will stop immediately. Do I make myself clear?"

Both in the pit grunted in acknowledgment. The shaman yelled for them to begin. 

The two charged at each other. Morn knew that Duma would be wild and furious, as an orc is one to be, and anticipated a massive swing. Duma did such and Morn was able to dodge it. Morn wasn't the strongest or the fastest among her tribe so she did her best to be the smartest. Whenever a fight between notable warriors was scheduled in the pit she was always there to take in whatever knowledge she could. She learned to predict certain movements before they happened. 

She took advantage of this and delivered a quick series of punches to the male orcs chest, ending with a blow to the liver. He stumbled back a few steps before catching himself. He placed both hands on his wounded midsection before he saw the leg of Morn sailing between his legs. Suddenly the pain in his abdomen was dwarfed by the pain radiating between his legs. Morn felt her opponent's green testicles be compressed between the top of her foot and his pelvis. This time his legs gave out completely as he fell to his knees clutching himself. He looked up at Morn who was standing triumphantly with her hand on her hips. 

"Aw, big bad Duma down after a few hits from weak prey?" She said mockingly. Orcs were strong and resistant, but a low blow is still a low blow. Pounding a fist into the dirt he dragged himself back up. Morn let him get up, feeling a sense of superiority. When the red painted orc fully arose he tossed a handful of dirt into the womans face. With her eyes temporarily useless Duma rushed forward. 

"How do you like it?" He shouted as he kicked forward with all his might. Morn was lifted off her feet by the impact. Duma got a good view of his opponents ample breasts bouncing and any audience members behind her got to see a healthy butt jiggle. Morns eyes went wide and her heart raced, ready to be overwhelmed with pain. When her feet hit the ground again Morn instinctively shot her hands to her vagina, ready to sooth away the pain that was coming. Duma already chuckled, seeing the female orc get a taste of crotch pain. 

However the pain never came. Morn smiled knowing that the potion worked perfectly. She felt no pain at all. She let go of her green pussy and returned her hands to her hips. She realized that this seemed a bit fishy, not wanting to admit to using a potion. "Where were you aiming? I don't have any balls." Morn said with as much confidence as she could muster. She quickly looked around the lip of the pit, seeing that no orcs were in fact watched besides the shaman. Who looked worried and was holding her own crotch in sympathy. Morn took this to mean that she was imagining the pain Morn should be feeling, which was understandable. Vagina hits hurt like hell. But she was hoping dumb Duma wasn't sure about that anymore. 

The male orc did look genuinely confused. He was positive he saw a girl get hit there before and saw it hurt. But his profession as a hunter never put him in fist fighting much. Morn cocked her hips "that kinda hit just doesn't hurt women. We don't have anything hanging down there like men. Try again if you are unsure."

The shaman buried her face in her hands. Wanting to say something, but Morn dug her own grave here. The hunter knew that Morn was overconfident in the past. Perhaps he missed and hit her leg. Either way she was presenting an opportunity to strike her again. Morn spread her legs some and crossed her arms. "Whenever you're ready." She said smugly.

Duma was getting very annoyed by the smaller orcs overconfidence and took her up on her challenge. Even if she didn't have balls a kick still hurts. He mustered all of his might and kicked forward again. The top of his foot collided with Morns unprotected pussy with enough force to cause a loud slapping noise. She was once again lifted off her feet, even higher this time. Her juicy parts jiggled around again but she kept her arms crossed. 

Not willing to accept this failure the red painted orc grabbed the female by the shoulders and drove his hard knee into her bare crotch. Morn felt that force was being applied to her pussy but she didn't feel any of the pain that went with it. She felt immensely powerful seeing how he can't do her any harm. She breifly wondered if this is how great warriors feel. 

Duma kept his grip and drove his knee upward agian and agian,  each hit finding its mark but not causing the damage it should. After several more hits he was getting out of breath. He looked down and saw that his opponent wasn't even bruised. 

"My turn" Morn said. 

Dumas crotch exploded in pain as Morn returned the favor, hitting the hard bone of her knee into the males already sore balls. She didn't have to aim much as she felt his stones on either side of her knee as she hit upward. The male orc instantly let go of his opponent and fell to his back, curling up in a ball. 

Morn casually strode around her downed opponent. She took in the sight of someone who bested her before now laying at her feet. However he wasnt fully defeated. She squatted down beside her foe and reached down between his legs. She was able to worm her fingers underneath his and grabbed hold of one of his balls. It was warm to the touch and she could even feel his heartbeat. 

"You can feel free to give up now. Or I can squeeze your balls until you pass out, kinda like what you did to me." 

She didn't wait for him to respond before she bore down on his tortured organ. Compressing one of his balls in her hand she heard him yelling in pain. The shaman was about to call the fight when she saw that Duma was still fighting. He moved his hands to the womans crotch and squeezed her clit with all the orc strength he could muster. He pinched at the small sensitive female spot with all the power he had left. It was not a fair contest at all, with Morn toying with the man and Duma desperately trying to cause any pain to make her let go. When Morn yanked his ball way from his body the man let go and tried to protect his manhood. Morn laughed and finally let go.

She stood triumphantly over the man. "I think you can see now that it dosnt hurt because I don't have any ba-"

But she stopped dead. She went completely silent for a moment. Duma looked up confused and saw her eyes shrink to pin points and she became sweaty all over. Her eyes watered and she let out an ear piercing shriek. She feel over and began flailing around, both hand clinging to her crotch for dear life. She howled in pain, her face a mess of tears. Duma sat up, still holding himself, with a confused look on his face. 

Morn continued to cry out and rolling on the floor. She was heedless to anything other than her overwhelming pain. She felt her crotch had swelled up and was throbbing with agony. Eventually she stopped yelling and just lay curled in a ball in the dirt. The shaman hopped into the pit and politely told Duma that he had won, Morn could no longer battle. Still deeply confused but mostly sore he departed, hoping to find something cold to sooth his pain.

The shaman sat next to the pained would be warrior and rubbed her shoulder. "That is the reason that potion hasn't been used in many years. Warriors got overconfident when they feel invincible. But the pain and injury always catch up eventually. Many died from shock. You're tough you will live."

Morn eventually was able to turn her dirty and tear soaked face to the shaman. She attempted to speak but no words came out.

"You can rest here as you need. There are not any other fights today. I'll stay with you until you can walk. I told you to try to win quickly."

Low Blow Quest Chapter 1: This was ment to be a one off

The huntress smirked to herself. It had been a clean kill. When she saw the deer fall over when her spear pierced its heart she knew it was a perfect shot. While it had not been a particularly long or difficult throw she still felt pride in her tracking and hunting skills.

Morn stood fully from her hiding spot in the bushes. The green skin of her orc species helping to blend her in more with her surroundings. There were white swirls and patterns that were painted around her nearly naked body. She was raised in a tribe that hailed from a particularly hot and humid area, so bulky clothing would be almost a death sentence. Her people used body paint as a way to express themselves, much like fashionable clothing would. As she stood fully her bare breasts bounced freely before coming to a stop. While athletic in her build her behind was round and offered a healthy bounce and wobble, the thin piece of fabric that covered the center of her butt not restricting its movement at all. The front of her loincloth normally would cover her womanhood but most any movement or even a strong enough breeze would leave her green lady parts exposed for the world to see. Not that any of this bothered the orc huntress, as she had never been fond of clothes at all, like the rest of her tribe. Only using a rope around her waste to help carry some equipment, and a loincloth to show some modesty when the more prudish neighboring villages visited.

She took a few paces toward her prey, ready to begin taking it back to the tribe when she heard a snapping of twigs. While it would be maddening to start at any sounds of movement in a jungle this one was loud and close. She quickly turned her head to the source of the sound. She saw a pair of beady eyes quickly hide themselves in the overgrowth. The eyes were too big and too low to the ground to be a human or fellow orc. She had a sinking suspicion that they may have belonged to a fellow green skin, however.

"Your attempt at stealth has failed" shouted Morn brashly, not showing a hint of fear in her voice "show yourself, goblin!"

With a squeak of fear the shorter greenskin stepped forward, still keeping a safe distance from the larger one. The goblin was short, naked, and the top of her head coming up to only Morn's breast. Despite this the ass of the goblin were significantly bigger than the orcs. When the goblin had to turn sideways to make her way through some trees the huntress saw how far out the fat behind of the goblin stuck out. Far back too was her hair, which was pulled back into a puffy ponytail. "Aqee" the goblin whispered out. Morns eyes widened a bit and she bit her lower lip. She quickly dispelled any lewd thoughts. She knew her life could be in danger. If there was one goblin, there definitely were many others.

As if on cue a duo of similarly nudist little greenskins emerged from their hiding spots. Foregoing stealth and now favoring intimidation. One of them had a tummy so plump that it jiggled as she walked forward. Half of her head was shaven bald with the remaining half showing curly hair. "Klix" she said with a snear.

The third goblin was lacking in the ass and belly departments, however she more than made up for this by having massive breasts. Each step causing the memories to sway in a almost hypnotic motion. Her hair was styled to come to two curling points at either side of her head. "Tiko" she said as she ran a hand across her hair, ensuring it was still in place.

Tiko continued "now you know our names. Why not tell us yours, orc."

Morn was a bit confused by her would be ambushers introducing themselves, but she decided to abide. "I'm Morn. That's my kill." She said defiantly, trying her best to keep awareness of the three goblins around her.

"So it is, so it is." Tiko said while nodding "we were hoping to sneak up, incapacitate ya, and take it for ourselves."

Klix spoke up "I'm getting awfully hungry." She said as she patted her belly hard enough to cause her whole stomach to jiggle and bounce. Morn couldn't help but glue her eyes to the display, fantasizing about burying her face in that soft flesh. This didn't go unnoticed by Tiko. She made a subtle nod to Aqee. Tiko spoke up. "I'm sure a big strong orc like you has worked so hard to get this deer. Im sure us three goblins can do something to get some of that meat." She said as she leaned forward, letting her green breasts bounce forward and become fully exposed. She then pushed her arms together to press her boobs upward. Morn gulped loudly. She wanted to tell them to get lost but the image of this soft green flesh was getting her loins wet. She considered her offer. She then heard a familiar shy voice say "sorry" before her crotch exploded with pain. The sound of skin hitting skin sounded loudly, following swiftly by Morns houl of pain. Aqee returned her foot from between the orcs legs to below her.

Morn quickly shot her hands down and cupped her aching womanhood. Her legs trembled and she fell to her knees. She glared over her shoulder and saw the bottom heavy Aqee, her face flushed a darker green due to blushing.

"All that ass gave you one hell of a kick" Tiko said as she approached the wounded orc. "Do yourself a favor and stay down. We will take your deer off your hands. You can keep the spear, it's too big for us anyway."

Morn still cradled her aching pussy. The fury she felt both from the humiliation of such a blow and at being robbed of her prize overruled any pain. She let out a mighty roar of anger and stood back up.

The goblins seemed amused by the defiance. They looked amongst themselves and silently enacted their plan. With a quick motion the belly heavy one quickly moved to the orcs side. Before she knew it she was surrounded. She heard a branch snap behind her and Morn looked over her shoulder and found the goblin who kicked her was behind her. With a sharp yell Klix darted forward and dove towards Morns leg. Her foot was pushed to the side and she was forced into an awkward wide stance. Morn reached down and grabbed the gonlin's shoulders to pry her off. Before she could apply much force Tiko pushed on the other foot. Morns body lowered significantly as she strained her legs to stop herself from falling further and causing a painful split.

Angered now she reared her fist back and got ready to punch a goblin,  but she suddenly felt a fist on her. A comparatively smaller fist smashed up into her crotch from behind. Her hands moved to her pussy and she forgot all about her legs. In that moment the two goblins pushed her legs apart more until her crotch hit the floor. The orc let out a weak whimper as her entire groin shouted in pain.

The goblins let her go and she curled up in a ball. The pain being too much for the orc.

"No matter how big and strong you are a few good crotch shots will take down anyone!" Tiko bragged with a smirk. "I suppose it's only fair we take a prize. Aqee, I think it's your turn."

The shy goblins face light up as she suddenly looked a lot more sinister. Morn blinked back tears and tried to protest. Before she could say anything she was nudged on her shoulder and forced on her back. She forced away tears and looked up she saw a fat pair of green ass cheeks and goblin pussy above her. She was stunned into silence for a bit before it all came down on her. She was surprised by this and started to struggle. She was quickly forced to stop by a new fresh pain on her crotch. Tiko had taken a handful of her sore pussy lips and held firm. "Calm down there. We are just going to use you for a bit. And if you think of doing any thing mean to Aqee's poor cunt." She finished this sentence by digging her fingers into the soft and tender flesh. Morn yelled out but it was muffled. "Are we clear?" Asked the boob goblin.

Morn patted the bottom heavy goblins ass in panic before she gave a reluctant thumbs up.

"Good." Said Tiko. "Have at it girls!"

At that Aqee started to move her cunt back and forth on the defeated orcs face. The other goblins took their spots to have fun too. Klix leaned on the orcs chest. Her soft belly pressed against the orcs hard torso. She ran her tongue along the orcs body, letting her taste whatever she wanted, enjoying the salty sweat of her body. Eventually the worked her way to the orcs nipple and gently nibbled on it.

Tiko started to kiss at the orcs inner thighs, almost as if trying to help the pain go away. Eventually, she made her way to the orcs slit. She gave it one long slow lick up the center. She smacked her lips together when she was done. "I'm guessing you like this." She said after tasting her juices.

Morn hated to admit it but all of this was getting to her. The fat soft parts of all the goblins were now rubbing against her. And she had a massive fat ass on her face. Dispite herself she moaned out. She hoped the goblins didn't hear it but their faster movement proved otherwise.

Aqee put more pressure down and humped the orcs face harder. Morn's nipple and pussy likewise were licked harder and faster. She was being used like a toy and Morn couldn't help but love it. Eventually her mind was swimming and she felt herself getting closer to the edge. The goblin on her face let out a loud moan and Morn felt a warm squirt on her face. That musky smell filled her nose and she was about to finish too.

Suddenly all three goblins got up and moved towards the deer. In a daze Morn looked up at the trio. "H-hey! I'm almost there come on."

Klix looked back. "Hmmm? Nah this is for Aqee. We will take care of each other after dinner. Aqee just likes a show when she humps someone's face."

Morn grew annoyed, her face still slick she started to get up. Klix rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll finish you off." She said as she walked towards the orc. Without warning she drove her hard heel directly into the orcs tender pussy. Morn shot up straight and grabbed the goblins leg. Desperately she tried to lift it off her crotch but the smaller greenskin didn't budge. She kept the pressure down and gave her a sharp twist of her heel. Morn yelled out even louder. She was given a small relief when Klix stepped off and walked off. Morn fell forward with her face as in the dirt and her ass was in the air. Her hands gently cradling her crotch, trying desperately to numb the pain. Klix gave her booty as smack, but Morn couldn't notice at all.

"If you hunt something big for us again and give it up right away we may be nicer to you next time, orc."

The trio all grabbed a leg of the deer and started to drag it off. They passed by the orc. Tiko yanked out the spear and was about to toss it on the ground she saw that Morn had moved her hands from her cunt and she got a wicked smile. "But then again this is too much fun!"

She moved the dull end of the spear between the orcs legs. With all the force she could muster she smacked the wooden stick dead center of the orcs slit. She was hit so hard that it caused her ass to bounce with force. Morn yiped out loudly as her crotch was thrown into a new world of pain. She began to openly weep as she curled up as hard as physically possible.

When Morn regained the ability to think straight she thought of revenge. Her almost being sick on herself made her choose to just avoid this area forever.