NT veRse 12 - Orcs vs - Finales

Zac sat uncomfortably across from the officer, hands clasped together between 'his' thighs, head down. When the Orran was deployed to Waren he was in peak physical form. Not a body builder, but functional in his role. Short hair. A body built for combat and a look that screamed soldier. When Zac returned his long hair had grown out beneath his shoulders for lack of any trimming. His rough skin smoothed even after being sanded down by wind and dust. The trained body that he had become proud of lost all tone, slimmed at the shoulders and waist and gained quite a bit of unnecessary mass around the chest, hips, thighs and rear. All of that was without even mentioning the most important loss between his legs. All of that was not the end of the world for the veteran, however. Though the reversal to such alterations were expensive, they were possible, even down to the worst, most sensitive detail.

“The Government can't justify paying for your surgery.”

Zac became flustered. “B-b-but it's a combat 'injury!'” He argued. His voice had become softer and higher. The apple in his neck had faded completely. The procedures the Orcs in Warren used were primitive but effective at changing not just the the fat distribution but the bone structure of a man. The form, the sex, the gender. All of it was subject to change with the combination of modern medicine, tek, and old methods enshrined in tradition.

“Well, the higher-ups don't see it the same as you do, son. You do wanna be called son?” The officer spat nervously into a can off to the side.
“Way they see it, it's cosmetic. To begin with, we live inna... Inna modern society where women, bless 'em... They can serve alongside the men so what you got don't qualify for a dime.”

Zac gulped. “Surely you're joking. I've got a son and wife at home and you're telling me you're not gonna do anything? You guys knew this was a possibility when we were sent over!”

“Now hold...” The man held up a hand and shuffled through some papers with the other.
“Hold on. Hold on right there. The army...” He narrowed his eyes on a page.
“Now it says here... hold on!” He blustered.

“It says here the army paid for your rehabilitation and that you were fixing to live out in a harem down in Waren. I'd say that's a pretty lucky outcome for you to be sitting right here, right now, instead.”

“Rehab?” He laughed.
“I have to force myself to stop thinking about it.”

“Yeah, well, we're all rooting for you, son.” The officer offered a thumbs up, but ultimately lowered it and shooed him towards the door.

“Shoot...” He muttered, stepping out of the office. He was putting it off, but he would have to return. The orders were to stay away from Orcs or anything that could cause a relapse, which should not be too difficult, he thought. Zac wondered what they would say, especially his son. It pained him to think about it. The man took his time making his way from the office to the mid-rise apartment his wages paid for. When he arrived at the door he unexpectedly walked right into it face first.
“Ow!” He cried out femininely, holding his nose. The door should have opened on its own as he approached it. He wondered if Fara changed the settings for some reason. The woman was an army teknician before she settled down, so it was not out of the question, he thought.

Zac pressed the call button on the outside. He was shocked to hear a gruff voice answer. “Hello?”

“Uh... Hello? I live here.”

“I don't think so?” The voice answered quickly. It offered a pause then clarified.
“Wait, hold on...”

Zac gulped. He had no idea what could've caused the confusion. It was the right place. He had consistent contact and neither Gary nor Fara stated that anything had happened. The only explanation was... He bit his lip and shook slightly. The voice was deep, but that in itself was not very specific. It was still somewhat triggering, but without the direct contact with an Orc he would be fine. The door slid open. Sebek stood in it, as tall and as wide as the frame.

The foreboding figure signaled the immediate end to any rehabilitation that Zac had been put through because to begin with, Zac was a mask that the shrinks trained Zasha to put on. When the Orcs changed someone, they changed them. Remodeled them from the foundation like tearing down and rebuilding a structure. There was no returning, just pretending. Zac was a coat of sprayed paint over a rented out apartment. The base layer still existed and always threatened to come through with the slightest crack or chip. She smiled weakly at the Orc and passively stated.
“I-I apologize for the confusion. This apartment must be yours.” She turned around, or attempted to, fully ready to surrender her family out of sheer submissiveness. She immediately stopped has his large hand rested on her shoulder and turned her back around.

“No no. I think you're right. Is it... Zac?” Sebek questioned.

“Y... Es.” The Orc spoke to her in a gentle tone that prevented too much chipping in regards to her mask. She thought she was done for. He guided her inside.

“Sorry. Mars told me that this was probably the outcome. Didn't think we'd see you.” Sebek claimed.

“We?” Zasha asked. She was between two personas, unsure of who or what she was or where she stood with anything. Given that the Orc said we, she assumed her family was probably in the apartment still. And if they were...

“Where's Fara and Gary?”

“Uh, yeah... About that. We used your paychecks for a few things. Their idea. Believe me, I would've been a bit more humble about things. I don't thank you for your service for obvious reasons, but I appreciate the dedication it takes. I guess.”

“The heck are you saying?” Zasha's head was spinning from the smell of the Orc. He lead her down the entryway towards the living room.

Entering into the room Zasha was in awe at the Harem that arose within her former apartment. It was like she never left Waren. First, there were six women in total. The first one she recognize at a glance was her former wife. He saw it on her, first, but as he panned his gaze around the room there was a uniform of sorts that each girl wore. They wore it in terms of both their clothing, and on their skin and as a portion of their bodies as well. It was familiar to Zasha who knew each piece, or was at least familiar with them.

He stared at Fara as an example of what each of them proudly wore. A collar wrapped around her neck, of course, and an obtuse veil fell over her eyes sitting just above her subtly smiling, painted lips. Her 'clothing' consisted of thin, flat lines that tied her body like butcher's string around a piece of meat. They served to very barely cover her nipples and her pussy in ways that acted as an obscene loophole to polite society. Her untoned body bulged between the tight lines that looked stuck on to her body. But not stuck as close to the skin as the beautifully painted lines that were engraved in black ink above her cunt and above her ass to proudly announce her submission. Her nails were painted and her slender hands folded gently over her stomach. Down Fara's thighs the lines turned to garters and held a pair of equally tight fishnet stockings that tapered down into what at first looked like bare feet. On closer inspection the Tek became clear. Her legs had been replaced with synthetic parts. Her feet had built-in heels. Zasha eyed her arms more closely and found in them cleverly disguised synthetic Tek, as well. The fruits of all Zasha's labor and pension working as a soldier and sending money home for luxuries. It was possible to replace arms and legs fairly easily. It was a popular procedure for those wanting a boost in capabilities. All the money that had been saved, that she hoped could be scraped together to reverse her feminization had instead been spent on the opposite for others.

All of the girls sported those additions and those uniforms. All of them looked weak and soft. Only the two beastwomen seemed well-trained, a good choice for an Orc looking at turning girls into guards. The veil was an effort in dehumanization and unpersoning to help the girl understand that she was a body, a tool for use. On the flip-side, it was a ward for those who were self-conscious. A mask that would allow them to act how they are meant to without fearing recognition from their former allies, loved-one or community members. It worked, as when Zasha panned her gaze across the group of girls she thought nothing of the human girl with generous tits and dark hair spreading her legs somewhat openly. She had a pussy, which immediately discounted her in Zasha's mind, thought it probably should have clicked. She returned her gaze to Fara instead as she unceremoniously raised a veil over Zasha's eyes, fastening it around her head.

“Bye bye, Zac...” She cooed gently, causing Zasha to shudder and relapse even more.

“Listen, Fara, we talked about this.” Sebek scolded.
“You can't just randomly try and recruit-”

Before Sebek could finish his complaint Zasha came out fully with the veil placed over her eyes. She stood in a similar posture and lowered her head.

“She's already one of us, look.” Fara pointed. Zasha was hurriedly shimmying her wide hips out of her fatigues. As she did she revealed a flat pair of panties that were tight enough to ride up into a pretty-enough looking cunt to have been real. A work of art for the surgeon, or magician.

“My name is Zasha.” She introduced herself quietly to Fara while taking her hand, as though the girls just met. Fara smiled and nodded.

“What is your experience, Zasha?”

“Harem management.”

Fara nodded. “Good. I believe we are still compatible as partners.”

While officially, in Orc culture their marriage was annulled to each other, there was room for a partnership to remain. It was a devious method of social manipulation that could serve to lure couples to the same fate. A loved one could still be with another loved one, so long as they agreed together to serve the same mate dutifully.
“Thank you Fara, I would like that.”

“Wait wait wait...” Sebek groaned.
“I'm not having a whole family-” He gasped, a shiver running down his spine as all at once the three converged on him in an aggressive act of affection. The two partners, still holding hands, lowered themselves and worked together to free Sebek's cock and begin licking it. Each took a side with their plush lips and dexterous tongues meeting around it erotically enough that Sebek was at a loss for how to control his erection. At the same time he felt his pants drop completely so that Gara could tongue his taint and ass from behind. It was a position he quite enjoyed his former bully to be in, even though it did make the Orc a little guilty. Sebek nearly buckled under the assault. He was worried about them all joining forces to take him down, but never expected this.

“Back in Waren we clean our mate twice a day...” Zasha commented, licking across his sweaty balls. She inhaled the scent and seemed enamored by him, even without any Sociamancy.

Fara giggled, licking around the head. “This Master does not like us to dote on him too much so be aware of that.”

“How strange...” Zasha commented. The two girls took turns sucking Sebek's cock between their lips greedily, their mouth stretching out some as the sucked hard on the member while pulling back. He was already close from the stroking and sucking, but the moment Gara pushed her tongue into his hole he could no longer hold back. Sebek came into Zasha's mouth, as she was the one who was sucking on his tip at the time. She gulped his load steadily before holding the rest in her mouth like an expert. Sebek's eyes widened as she pulled both Gara and Fara. She kissed each in an odd, unfamiliar ritual, filling their mouths equally with what she was able to save.
“This is how we did it back in Waren. We split it among those who participated. I believe the amount I had was equal to a third of a days nutrients. Half for Gara?” She looked up at Sebek expectantly.
“I trust that our Master is capable of feeding all the women here?”

“Listen...” Sebek rubbed his eyes.
“I am, but we don't do that here!” He uttered forcefully. The woman submitted, lowering her head and prostrating herself obediently.

“My apologies. It is going to take me some time to adjust to your methods.”

Fara smiled and hugged Zasha from the side. “He's odd. Sometimes he acts as a traditional Orc and sometimes he is restrained.”

From across the room Mars, the bunny beastfolk smiled knowingly. “It's like he's being pulled in two different directions... I would love our Master to be harder on us, but we have to respect his desires unconditionally.”