Mikhail stood naked by the shore of a river, looking at his reflection.
No matter how much he looked at it, it still felt weird.
The face of a maturing adolescent looked back at him from the water. The young man he thought himself to be was no more. His beard was still there, sure, but his face didn't carry the same mature sharpness he had grown accustomed to in his dorm room's mirror.
He grimaced the longer he looked at it. If he had to guess, he was probably either towards the latter end of being fifteen or early sixteen.
His eyes then went lower.
At the very least, his manhood had remained as impeccable as he remembered it…
PACK!
Mikhail stumbled forward before his foot got caught on a stray branch, causing him to fall face first into the muddy bank with a loud splash and a soft thud. While his face was submerged beneath the water, his ears remained above.
"Come on, Mikhail! The water's fine!"
Bubbles rose to the surface of the river, an indication that he had replied.
The young adult orc grinned deviously as he leaned over, saying "Hm, what was that?"
Rather than turning his head, Mikhail lifted his forearm, gesturing for the young man to come forward.
"What is it, fool?" he said while coming closer.
More bubbles rose to the surface.
"I can't heeeaaar you!" he said while getting even closer.
Mikhail's face then rose from the water, caked in a thin layer of mud.
"I said…"
He then turned to his friend's face, who had gotten on his knee to hear him closer. Mog's lips were pursed and his right eyebrow was raised in confusion.
"GOT YOU, BITCH!"
His hand shot through the air and grabbed the back of his friend's head through his currently wet hair. And then with as much force as he could muster, he pulled him up and downwards.
And how much force could he muster, exactly?
Enough force for his friend's body to flail in the air before smashing into the river bank with a huge splash!
Mikhail got up and looked at his friend's naked back, laughing his ass off. His friend immediately got up and turned to face him, revealing that his face was caked in mud too now. His teeth were bared as he snarled in anger.
"Ahhhh, not so funny now, is it, Mog?"
Mog let out a snort, causing some muddy water to fly out of his nose…
His mock anger couldn't hold as that happened, and he joined Mikhail in his boisterous laughter.
"I'll admit it, you got me good this time, fool!"
The two then joined the other orcs in the river, washing off both the grime that had accumulated over the course of the past three days of travel, and the mud that was on their face.
"Man, it's too bad, Mikhail. If you were only a year or two younger, you might've been blessed by the sight of the women's voluptuous bouncing breasts!"
Mog snorted when he heard Yargol.
"Yargol, ya' fool, if he were a year or two younger, he wouldn't even care about seeing them in the first place."
Mikhail shook his head with a sigh as he heard the two.
Even now, he didn't really care to see. Not because they were orcs, but simply because he was already used to the female body. Unless a woman actively tried to arouse him, he wouldn't feel anything.
"You're such a pervert, Yargol. What would Glasha think if I told her you've been ogling her ass like a seared steak?" Mikhail said with a devious grin.
"Hey, wait a second-"
"Yeah, YEAH! While we're at it, we'll even tell her how you stole a pair of her underwear, fool!"
Mog hit the water hysterically, as if it were a table, splashing the other two.
"You wouldn't dare!"
The two's laughter grew even more hysterical at Yargol's expense, to the point that tears had formed in the corners of their eyes. They even lost their balance a few times, falling into the water only to emerge while cackling.
Yargol fumed as he continued to watch them.
"Man, go fuck yourselves. I'm gonna go dry off!"
"You do that, fool!"
Yargol violently splashed them before swimming back to the shore, regaining his foothold before climbing up and back past the shrubbery obscuring the small clearing where everyone's clothes were.
The two's laughter slowly died down, and two other orcs swam over to them. It was Yatur and Kegth, who had been busy clowning around with another group while the previous events had transpired.
"Ah, Yatur, what brings you to our little corner of the river?" Mog asked as he turned away from the riverbank.
"What were you guys talking about?" Yatur asked in confusion. "The way Yargol just stormed off seemed strange."
"We were talking about fat tits and how Yargol has the hots for Glasha, obviously, fool."
"That's nothing new… Wait, don't tell me! He finally got told to fuck off!?"
The two shook their heads.
"Let's just say we know a certain secret of his."
Kegth raised an eyebrow, wondering what that secret could be. And Yatur could only shake his head with a sigh.
"That guy really needs to stop thinking with his second head so often…"
"All well, what can you- BEHIND YOU!" Kegth suddenly pointed behind them, causing the two to look over their shoulders.
They saw their tassled orange pants flying out from over the shrubbery!
Two huge explosions of water suddenly knocked Yatur and Kegth away!
That was their last change of clean pants until everyone's laundry was done! They couldn't let them get soaked! They'd be uncomfortable for literal hours!
The two shot through the air, a trail of glistening water following their soaked bodies, and fortunately, they caught their pants!
Unfortunately though…
They had put quite a lot of force into their leaps.
The two crashed into two separate trees violently, bouncing off and into the muddy bank of the river once more. Still, they managed to save their pants from getting wet or even dirty, by some strange stroke of luck.