I woke up with a start and gasped for air as consciousness returned to me.
My heart beat was going erratic as my eyes blinked into vision. I felt a soft but firm hand hold my shoulder to steady me as I came to. There was a strange smell in the air, one part of my mind instantly identified part of the smell as sweat, once a person has been inside a boys locker room for any amount of time, it's a pretty easy smell to pick up on, though there was something slightly off about it.
The other smell I couldn't identify but that thought was quickly taken from my mind as my eyes focused on the one next to me. The sound of distant cheering just about reached my ear as I looked at the person…no orc before me.
They were old, like grandpa old, but of course they were female so that makes them grandma old. With wrinkles marring her face and a slouched back, the picture was complete with the fangs slightly sitting outside of her closed mouth and grey hair.
As she looked into my focusing eyes a smile split her face, showing me her yellowing teeth as she roared in laughter.
"Ahahaha! Awaken, Champion! The time for conquest has come! You will take up your axe and lead us to VICTORY over our foes! Too long the Orcs of this world have been castigated for their way of life - by the humans, the elves, the dwarves, and all of their allies! But now...now we have a Champion to rule us."
Now if that wasn't a cheesy intro to a fucking CYOA I don't know what is and ….oh damn she is still going.
"Our greatest Shaman have scoured the worlds beyond this one for a vessel to craft into our greatest warrior, to lead us in conquest! Victory! Victory or Death!. Rise up, Champion! This Shaman will help you find your footing and lead us to VICTORY!"
Well…she defiantly has enthusiasm. Well I already knew this was going to happen…I'm an orc now….wait I'm an orc now…
Blocking the grandma out for a second, I look down at my new body, seeing my reflecting in the crystal like pool behind me, I didn't get to customize it or anything like that so I was hoping for some good results.
The first thing to note was of course my skin colour, green, pretty basic, wasn't stupid bright nor was it so dark that it was getting towards blue or black. Ok next, body shape. Standing to my full height for the first time I towered over the old woman.
Quickly comparing it to my past height I think I was standing nearly 7 feet tall, damn I was huge. Once you added on the sculpted muscles I suddenly had and the 6 pack, I was a beast…well orc, with a cut body that felt like it could do some damage.
Power seemed to well up inside as I felt the strength in my hands. I felt like I could crush rocks with my bare fists, which I just might be able to. I clenched them once or twice in awe before regaining my calm.
There were also other changes, I had a lot more hair on my chest and arms, I used to be more of a snail trail kind of guy, but now it was completely different. Reaching to touch my hair I could feel a small rugged patch on the top with it short cut on the sides, it wasn't that bad.
With a small beard on my face the last small change were the protruding teeth on my lower gum, even with my mouth closed I could feel them resting outside of it.
Now finally onto the most important part, my eyes trailed down my naked body and quickly zeroed into my jewels, now I wasn't a small person in the past, heck with an 8 inch hard brother down below I never had trouble in that department.
But GOD DAMN, I was resting flaccid at, at least 6 inches, I couldn't imagine what it would be like when I revved up the engine, well I suppose my body was reaching 7 feet and I was a completely different race to human now, it made sense.
I was probably just above average for an orc?
No clue really, I was actually just happy I didn't come out with a fucking foot long sub or something like that soft. I mean there is a point, where it just becomes a nuisance, people who are big understand the troubles those few chosen have.
I salute you brothers extremely gifted!
By the time my little inspection had finished the grandma had stopped talking, waiting for me to pay attention again, it was a fair ask, I was their summoned chosen and I would need to know whatever she was talking about sooner or later.
Coming back to myself, happy with the changes to my body in general, I gave her a small go ahead, but before she could talk a new entrant walked into the cave I found myself in.
My eyes focused in on the beauty as she walked in, stride strong and eyes solely locked on my own. She was an orc, like myself, with green skin and short cut hair. Her eyes were sharp as they sized me up, but I could see something else lurking behind her eyes as she did so.
Her face was sharp and proportioned well with smaller lips and a scar running over one of her eyes. She had the body and face of a model, or better yet an athlete, I could already tell she was a warrior.
If the body shape didn't give it away, the almost silver ornate armour she was wearing did. It must have been a custom job with how it hugged her curves, accentuating her hips as she moved forward. Made up of a silver and gold paint job, though my first guess would have been a mix of gold and silver, I had a feeling the mental was a lot stronger than those two metals.
Call it a gut feeling.
The armour and accompanying gauntlets sat over a satin or linen under shirt that was blue, leading down to the same type of pants. Held up by a leather sash, the pants offered her a wider range of movement while her greaves and boots sat over that, the same silver and gold paintjob as before.
On her back I could just make out a kite shield that was made of the same metal as her armour, while her sword she rested over her shoulder like a club. I wasn't a big weapon nut in the past, but I think it was a double edged two handed sword. Though with how she was handling it, it looked like a one handed sword.
Well… 10/10 would smash, I couldn't lie to myself on that front. I got to say I didn't thinking orc women would look so good, colour me damn impressed.
"Olgren what are you doing here?"
The grandma to my side spoke up with a small frown as the now named Olgren stopped in front of us. She stood at a respectable height of 6 foot 8 or maybe it was 6 foot 9, I couldn't tell for sure, but it was an impressive height.
Not taking her eyes off me as the roamed up and down, specifically stopping on my chiselled muscles every now and then, she spoke back. "Sorry Grand Shaman, I couldn't wait any longer to see our champion!"
There was a small silence between us as no more words were spoken, I wasn't sure why she was looking at me so intently, and didn't really want to say fuck off right away, maybe give it another 30 seconds, the stare was starting to creep me the fuck out.
The grandma must have seen my look as she introduced me to her properly, or maybe she was trying to reassure me?
"Pay no heed to Olgren's strange outfit. Despite her obsession with the arms and armour of our enemies, she is still Orc, and will gladly crush your foes as you lead us towards our victory!"
And like a spell was broken Olgren suddenly kneeled before me, bringing her shield down from her back and placing it in front of her bent knee. She took her other hand and stuck the sword from her shoulder just behind it and bowed her head.
"I have waited many years for the one worthy enough to worship as my master and none can be more worthy than the champion that shall lead our species to victory! No not champion, god! For what else could explain your current form and perfected physique! Our god has graced us with his presence to lead us to victory and I shall not fail him!"
I tried really hard not to step back as her words hit me. I quickly figured out what that other look in her eyes was, she was a freaking religious nut, or possibly worse a Yandere!
Ohh Jesus Fucking Christ, let's hope for the fanatic, I can work with that a lot easier, doesn't help that I would still tap that…. I'm just saying. But before I figured out how crazy she was I wasn't sticking my dick in anything.
"For our god to take the form of a male, it is a sign from above that we shall rise!"
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Wait hold up a second!
"What does she mean male form?"
Turning to the grandma who is supposed to be giving me the break down, I put all my focus on her as I have a bad premonition. Tilting her head in surprise at my sudden seriousness, she answers the question easily enough.
"500 years ago as our orc race fell from our golden period and the 3 races joined forces to suppress us, to wipe us out the concocted a nefarious scheme to wipe us out once and for all. Using old elven magic, man power from the humans, plus ingenuity from the dwarves they cursed our species to never again give birth to a male orc."
I was genuinely speechless as I felt my jaw drop my feeling getting worse.
"This affected all our orc species, whether they be of our purest blood the True orcs, or the other such as the Devil orcs and the Bestial orcs. The only ones not affected were the pig orcs. After casting the malevolent curse they then hunted down every male they could find."
Oh I just knew where this was going… Fuck me!
"At first we didn't realise what was happening, though they could not kill all male orcs, they dwindled the numbers enough, it was found out pretty quick that no new males were being born. Though they weren't all our forces they were an integral part of our culture. Though we still raid the other species we have never been as strong as we were back in the golden age."
Fuck…Fuck….Fuck….
"Thankfully we still had the Futa orcs to continue our race. There seed proving just as good as any male, though there loss has never been forgotten or forgiven. The Pig orcs that were the only orcs that could still birth males were culled 300 years ago. Though it is sad to take out one of our own species, there rot and squaller was dragging the rest of our species down and it was unanimously decided for them to go extinct."
I'll fucking kill him…that fucking god…I'll god damn kill him.
"So you see, no orc in the last 3 centuries has been born male, they are more myth than anything else at this point. Don't worry though champion, the few legions outside that have come at your call to arms will fight better than what any of the other races can offer, because they are orcs! They will follow you, more now than even when they know they fight with a legendary male of our species!"
A manic, predatory grin stretched across her features as her bloodlust showed.
"You shall lead us to victory so we can conquer those who have wronged us! We shall rape, pillage and slaughter till all are under your rule nothing but breeding stock to propagate our ascension."
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Looking at the gleaming eyes of Olgren as I turn back to her, the fevering look in her eyes at the speech this grandma just spouted, I could only look off staring into the distance. It took me a few second before I could articulate my thoughts.
"So your telling me, I've got a few legions of warrior orcs that are ready to wage war outside?"
"Yes champion!"
"More legions are likely to join the cause if not all of our species when they hear news of my summons and the fact I am a Male True blooded orc?"
"YES Champion!"
"And they are ready and waiting to rape, pillage and fuck anything that moves? An army made fully of females and Futanari only?"
"YES CHAMPION!!!!"
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That son of a bitch.