FornOrcate

By Sisco Polaris

FornORCate is a light-hearted anthology dedicated to the love of orcs with a good mixture of story, drama, comedy and romance.

The book contains three erotic stories centred around those fellows green of skin and short of temper, big brutish, manly Orcs!

There are three stories within;
Pharm-orc-ology: A steamy tale of a young human cleric heading to the big city.
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The Orc and his boy: A captive orc one time warrior, forced into a life of slavery.
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The final tale is a novella tale of romance, Unif-orc-ation: Baroc is an orc blacksmith and former soldier, in love with the Unicorn lord who once brought his entire race to their knees.

- Remember an orc is not just for #Orctober

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sisco Polaris
• Release date: Aug 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463784051

Sisco Polaris

Hello and thanks for checking out my Smashwords account. My name is Sisco Polaris. I am a writer who specialises in furry erotica, mostly gay. I have been writing furry erotica for the last fourteen years. I take time to develop characters, invest in the story and prefer to let the erotic elements happen when they feel natural. I write stories with erotic elements, not sex scenes with a vague frame of a story to excuse it.I am currently working on an Anthology of stories with another furry author and an artist. I have had a story accepted for the Sofawolf Press issue of Hot Dish 2 and several Thurston Howl anthologies, including Seven Deadly sins, Breeds wolves and Breeds Foxes. I have also had my novel, The Stable Boy accepted and published by Thurston Howl Publishing. I have published my own novel Dyeing to be with you and an anthology of Orc erotica. I plan to continue to work on novels, in between producing as many short stories as I can.

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FornORCate

Sisco Polaris

Copyright 2017 Sisco Polaris

Published by Sisco Polaris at Smashwords

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Copyright © 2017 Sisco Polaris

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ISBN: 9780463784051

CONTENTS

Acknowledgements

Foreword

Pharm-ORC-ology

The Orc and his boy

Unif-ORC-ation Cover

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

About the Author

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

First of all I want to say a big thank you to my loving husband, who supports and encourages me every step of the way when creating anything. I would like to thank my awesome patrons without whose support I would simply not be writing . Last, but not least, I would like to thank Barasaurus who drew the amazing cover art.

Foreword

I must admit to having a soft spot in my heart (and a hard spot in my pants) for Orcs. So when my Patron’s voted for some magical orc fun I was more than happy to go along. I loved the fantasy world I created so I kept going back. The third story in this anthology you will notice is substantially longer than the other two. Well, I just loved the story idea so much it seemed like a crime to rush it, and I’m no criminal.. I hope you enjoy these rather steamy tales of the big greenskinned lugs and the men (and unicorns) who love them.

Pharm-Orc-ology

The bazaar at Krasta; it was a hive of activity. Adventurers from all over the world came there to stock up on supplies. Every race could be found within the city; humans, orcs and furrykin of all species. They all met on its dirty streets and an uneasy peace was held, while in the city limits at least. There was nothing you could not find at the bazaar, all the finest artisans from across the continent sold their wares in its many shops and stalls. Mages plied their trade, along with clerics, blacksmiths and a thousand other craftsmen. It was the only place in the world where you could buy a battleaxe, magic wand, wedding dress and the latest line in artisanal chocolates all in the same shop. Though what sort of party you would be attending afterwards I couldn't say.

Jerr'ers was a tiny shop in a small back alley of the bazaar. The owner was a powerful unicorn mage, who named the shop after himself, it dealt mostly in potions. Of course, these weren't the usual disease curing or wound healing potions, or even just ones that got you so high you could see the clouds below you. These potions were of a more... intimate nature.

Love potions, well of a sort. Some were highly illegal, after all, a person under the grip of a love potion could hardly be said to be consenting. Though Luke wasn't really looking for a potion like that, he didn't think he'd need it, not for what he had planned. The slender cleric had been waiting all his life to be sent to Krasta, his order was based deep inside the human empire and there were desires he was never able to indulge at home.

He had spent years working his way into the good graces of the head of his order. Then he had used all the favours he had built up to get assigned to the caravan to Krasta. They only sent one a year to buy supplies and sell some wares; mostly charm scrolls and blessings the clerics crafted. This would be his one chance to try it out, to see if what he imagined was as good as he dreamed it would be. Trembling a little he opened the door to Jerr'ers and entered.

Dusty was the first word that came to mind when anyone tried to describe the shop, behind the counter was a young cheetah. Luke had never spoken to a furrykin before and this one looked angry at him. Outraged in fact, that a customer was breaking the quiet solitude of his day. What do you want? The beast demanded glancing up and down the human's robes. Cleric? Ha! Your sort usually keep their pious selves away from my shop. The cheetah snarled, but Luke knew he was exaggerating, Jerr'ers was a Unicorn name, the furrykin was just a rather rude employee of the mage it wasn't his shop.

That might explain the state of the shop, obviously, the owner never came to visit. The cheetah must deliver the day's takings when he collected new stock. The shelves and floor were covered in dust so thick he couldn't make out the colour of the wood, some of the labels on the bottles could barely be read. Speaking of which, the shop was lined with shelves each one with rows of bottles. No two were alike, every bottle was a different shape and colour, each one labelled in basic and Unicorn, Luke could read both.

I'm... looking for a potion, the human muttered, pulling down the hood to his robe revealing his black messy hair. It was slightly longer than most clerics, but he liked it that way.

Well I should bloody well hope so. This is, after all, a potion emporium, snorted the cheetah. Calling the dingy shop an emporium was rather grandiose, clearly, the little store clerk had an ego far bigger than his body. There would be a story behind it, the feline definitely thought the job was beneath him.

I... am looking for something that would help me attract a certain kind of person, the human whispered keeping his eyes firmly away from the cheetah's face.

Half our customers are looking to get laid. You need to be more specific. What are you looking to nail? Human, elf, orc, unicorn, furrykin and what species of such...? the cheetah gave a lascivious grin as he leaned over the counter if it's feline cock you're after I could let you suck mine, it'd be cheaper than a potion, well half price for a human.

O...orc, the human whispered blushing heavily, his brown eyes focusing on a nearby label. It was an amber potion which 'guaranteed a horny night with a unicorn'.

Ohhh, you want one of those brutes... you don't exactly look strong enough to please one, but then you did come here so I guess you already know that, the clerk snorted as he looked over the human. Have you ever fucked an orc before? Seriously their females look just like their males, they are like dwarves that way. No tits! Still, a pussy’s a pussy... and I would know.

The lewd comments of the shopkeeper made the human blush deeper, he trembled his nerves fraying. However, he had been dreaming of this night for years. Ever since he first saw an orc; he had just been eighteen when a band of adventurers had passed through their monastery. They had an orc captive with them. One whiff of his manly stench had been all it took, there was no doubt about the brute's raw power. Seven-foot of muscle, a broad round gut and defiant eyes. Muscles that gleamed in the light, slick with sweat. Luke had wanted to taste him, to suck on his maleness and drink every drop.

He had lost count of the number of times he had thought about that male, about that day. Luke had jerked his cock until it was raw many times over that memory. Now was his chance, to find one of those brutes and to get the night he desired, all he needed was something to make sure he didn't fail. M... male please.

Haha, I knew you were a dirty cocksucker, the second you came in I could smell it on you, the cheetah leered with a grin only a feline could pull off. Of course an orc will rip you in half, they are not gentle lovers. I'd ask you if you wanted a potion to get you on top but we both know you don't want that, do you, little man?

I... no.. thank you, just a potion to get an orc, the human admitted he could feel his entire body on fire with the heat of his embarrassment.

For how long, a day, a week, the cheetah leaned over and whispered. A lifetime...? We can do that you know, get you one for life. If that's what you want.

The human gulped and shook his head, No... I mean yes, but my order they...

Well they wouldn't accept you, but his tribe would if he took you as his bondmate, they would be honour-bound to welcome you, the cheetah sad and then whispered. It's not cheap of course, but then you do know that orcs share their bondmates with their entire tribe right?

Luke almost dropped the bottle he was pretending to inspect as he heard those words and they thought sank into his brain. To not go back to the monastery, to run off with an orc, to live with those beasts, sharing their beds every night...could it be real? Even the most powerful love potions could only last a day or so, how could one work for a lifetime. I... how much?

Five hundred gold coins, the cheetah said with a chuckle a knowing smile still on his face.

I only have four hundred, the human replied his heart sinking, hoping the cheetah would try to haggle, he really did only have four hundred but if the feline tried to barter he would probably be able to get the potion for four hundred.

Well you can get a one-night potion for that, the feline replied making the human's heart sink. or... maybe we could work out a deal.

A... deal? Luke asked the trembling in his voice making the cheetah feel far more superior.

Well it's been a slow day, I've been bored and I can't leave to find something...fun to do, the feline replied with a purr. I could really use a distraction, so... you come over here and distract me for a few minutes... if you know what I mean.

D...distract you? the human asked, he knew where this was headed, but he was hoping that he was wrong. Although the feline wasn't unattractive, he was far too lithe for the human's tastes. He liked girth and muscle and the feline was fur and bone.

Oh let's not play this game, I already asked if you wanted to suck me off, the feline growled softly and the dominance in his voice definitely made something inside the human stir. Now get over here and I will give you something to drink and after that, I will give you your potion and you will spend the rest of your life with an orc tribe. Trust me those virile fuckers will make sure you never go a day without making you happy you did; and as a special gift an extra potion, one that will mean for the first week he can fuck you as roughly as he wants, no pain.

Trembling and yet resolute the human took a few steps forward, the cheetah was dressed in a light cotton shirt and some brown flaxen pants. Cheap and dirty, just like their owner. The human hadn't even got his name and yet as he walked around the counter he looked down to see a pink shaft already pulled out of his pants and dripping. You're a cleric right, you ever sucked a cock before?

I... yes...once, the human admitted, it had been a rather fun day right up until his father had caught him with his lips around his stablehand's cock. Then it had been off to the monastery to learn how to be a good son and not a disappointment, he had a feeling he had never learned that lesson.

Well then, you already know what to do. So get to it, the cat snorted, the disappointment clear in his voice, he had wanted to be the first to take the human's mouth. Second place was a long way behind, but still not that bad. It didn't matter anyway, Luke knew what he had to do. Dropping to his knees the human found the cock dominating his world. It was musky and ripe, a trickle of pre drooling down the tip. A circle of spines spread around the base, he wondered for a moment how they would feel inside him. However, that wasn't part of the price and he certainly wanted to save that for the orc of his dirty dreams.

His hand trembled a little as he reached out to take the cock, it was so hot in his paw. He squeezed it gently in his fingers and the feline moaned deeply, mmm that's it cleric...now put it in your mouth and suck until you taste cum. The human blushed hard and was glad he was dressed in his full robe, the fabric was so loose there was no way for the cheetah to see just how turned on he was by the animal's dominant nature

Not wanting to anger the shop-clerk, lest he remove or alter their bargain, Luke did as he was ordered. His lips sealed around the cocktip, it felt hot on his tongue and the musky flavour was almost too much. Despite himself, the human moaned in pleasure pressing down and taking more of the shaft into his mouth. The feline purred above him and then he felt two paws landing on his head. Mmm yeah, that's a good pinkskin bitch, go on use your tongue you little whore.

The words did nothing but inflame the cleric's ardour, he dove his head down on the cock; his tongue worming around the hot, firm flesh. He could taste the grime of a sweaty warm day on the meat pole and yet the taste wasn't unpleasant. It was addictive; his mouth and tongue grew quickly hungry for more. Without a command from the feline, the human began to bob his head quickly on the hot rod. Luke was able to take the full length into his mouth, the spiny barbs at the base tickled his lips in a way that was almost pleasant. He couldn't help but wonder, again, how such spines would feel elsewhere.

Fuck...oh shit, that's good. You like the taste don't you? Fucking clerics are always the horniest fuckers. All big robes and long words in public... as he spoke the cheetah began to thrust his hips. The paws holding Luke's head gripped tighter and he could feel claws pricking his skin. But in private...mmm.... It's all 'please Sir, fuck my ass'....ohhh shit yeah... right little cleric whore?

There was no way for the human to respond, Luke was held firm; the cheetah had slipped off his stool and was standing holding his head as his cock fucked into Luke's face, fast and hard. The tip pushing right to the back of his throat, he tried his best to use his tongue on the flesh. Inside his robes, his cock was begging him for some attention. However, he wasn't going to give the beast the satisfaction of jerking off, as the cheetah used him.

Fuck... you know that's what you... ahhhh... are, right? Sucking my cock for coin, like a common harlot, you pious prick! The cheetah was snarling, his balls smacking off the human's lips as he bred the cleric's mouth as roughly as a feral animal breeding any warm moist hole. There was no care or tenderness, just his own wants and desires that he was fulfilling on the bitch beneath him. You're loving it too... mmmmmppp... you love sucking my filthy cock don't you cleric whore? I can smell your arousal, I'm a furrykin after all.

The pulsing heat of his embarrassment almost scorched his cheeks, the animal knew he was loving every moment of his degradation. The cock in his mouth was reaming faster and faster. With each thrust he almost choked, musky sweaty nuts smacked lewdly off his chin, moist with his own spittal. Oh shit...oh fuck... swallow it you bitch! The cheetah practically roared and a second later the human knew just what 'it' was as a powerful blast of seed hit the back of his throat. The feline cum was potent, musky and yet oddly milky with a hint of exotic spices, cinnamon and cardamom danced on his tongue.

With his head held firmly, a cock fucking his lips, and his mouth rapidly flooding, Luke did the only thing he could; he swallowed. Gulp after gulp of the animal's potent cum, he closed his eyes and wondered what it would be like to take an orc. How much rougher than this furrykin would he be, would he be bigger too, what would he taste like? As he pondered this, the cheetah finished pulling his cock out of the human's lips then wiping the tip dry on Luke's blushing cheeks. Mmm there you go. The cheetah purred as he put his cock away inside his pants.

The animal didn't even pause afterwards, just walked away leaving the human with cum dripping from his lips, chin and cheeks. Right so, one orc forever potion and one of our week-long stallion lover drinks. Walking down the aisles of bottles he selected two, a bloodred potion and a light pink one, in twisted glass vials. Here you go, four-hundred gold please.

Luke looked at the labels, the pink one promised 'one-week pain-free no matter the size of your stallion, fifty gold.' The other was a little more cryptic 'brings a new life for one who would live with the greenskins, three-hundred and fifty gold.' However, his wonder over the meaning of those words vanished as he did the math in his head, hey, this comes to four-hundred gold!

Yes it does, the cheetah replied with a wink and a broad grin. You think your mouth is worth a hundred gold, fuck I can mount a dragon whore for a hundred at the brothel down the street.

B... but you...

Yes I did, take it up with our complaints department if you want. Now, are you gonna pay or not? The cheetah had a cocky smirk on his face. It was clear to the human he wasn't the first person the feline had conned into servicing him. He wouldn't be the last either. There was nothing more to do but hand over the cash and go find the orc of his wet dreams. Besides, he had liked it, and the cheetah knew it.

Cash was exchanged for goods and just as Luke was leaving the door opened and the light was blotted out as a huge black furred minotaur entered. He gave one sniff of the human and laughed, up to your usual tricks Kal? How long until your curse wears off and you can leave this place.

Six fucking months, the cheetah replied with a snarl. It's a bit much, all I did was try to make a dishonest living.

Ha! It weren't the stealing that Jerr'ers took offence too, it was you using his own stock to deflower his daughter laughed the bull as Luke left.

Well see that was just one...

And his youngest son, added the bull with a smirk.

Now he...was too naive for his own good, testing potions for stra...

And his wife!

That was not my fault! She used a potion on me, the harlot! Insisted the indignant feline.

Ha! Now, did that cum soaked human have one of them orc love potions? The bull asked as he began to browse the bottle labels.

Yeah, apparently he has been searching for the orc of his dreams and he was willing to suck my cock for a hundred gold off the price. Well the price, with a hundred gold added to it, dumb fuck didn't check the labels first, the cheetah chuckled and then added. That’ll learn him. Of course he loved sucking on my cock, horny little fucker just wants to be used, he's perfect for an orc.

You warn him about the side effects of that particular potion? Roger asked as he examined a couple of bottles.

Fucking hell Roger, it's just my job to sell the potions, he didn't ask so it's his fucking problem if he bought something he can't handle, snorted the cheetah with conviction, he really didn't give a shit what happened to the horny cleric. He would get what he paid for and maybe a lot more than he expected. So what can I get for you today Roger?

Well the missus caught sight of the stallion next door, hasn't stopped hinting at the size of his todger, Roger sniffed with an offended air. I thought I might get a potion or two...

Stallion cock potion, one of our best sellers...

Naw forget that horsey shit, fucking moo cow thinks my damn todger ain't enough? Get me a canine one, gonna knot the bitch then let her see what a blessing my girth is, snorted the bull.

Nice! I like the way you think, you horny reprobate! Laughed Kal, as he selected a bottle from the shelf. Anything else?

"Ah, I thought you might give