Newcomer

	"Ya sure ya didn't want da axe, Koln?"
	There was a moment of hesitation.  "Uh... are ya... er, did ya want't, Mek?"
	Mek laughed, clasping his arm around the other orc's shoulder. "Nah, I've got dis new axe." He said, shifting the weight of the axe in his other hand.  It was wonderfully weighted, masterfully sharp, and while more functional than decorative, seemed to almost sparkle with its silvery sheen.
	It was actually pretty good, even for dwarven make.
	Mek gave a grin, tusks beaming. "I don't like armour - jus' gets in da way, heh.  But all ya got was dat armour, Koln, ya sure ya didn't want a weapon too? 'ardly ever get da drop on some dwarves like dat."
	Koln glanced for a moment at his piecemeal armour.  It was a bit small for him - legplates, held in place by the metallic thick belt.  A plate for his left side - useful as he was left handed - and thick shoulder plates.  The helmet was far too small for him - the entire thing was dwarven crafted and wasn't intended to be utilized by orcs in the first place, after all, but the plates would at least offer mild protection.
	He scratched the back of his head - he actually really liked how the metallic armour contrasted with his green skin.  "N-no, d-dat's okay. I... I like armour."
	"Haha, if ya say so."  Mek released Koln, swinging his new axe in an arc.  "I love dis! Man, dwarfmade gear's really good.  Guess it didn't 'elp dem when we ripped'm apart, did't?"
	Koln didn't respond, instead polishing a dull spot on his new armour.  His lack of response didn't seem to deter Mek, who continued,  "Didn't even see us comin', haha.  'Ang on... whozzat?"
	Both orcs tensed.  Koln actually slipped into a more offensive stance, his loincloth dangling a bit as he did so - he wasn't wearing anything else.  Mek, a bit slower on the upkeep, just stood steady, as the footsteps grew nearer.  Their large, bat-like ears could tell it was just one person - two-legged, too - so they weren't too worried about being overwhelmed.
	"Oh... nodder orc."
	And with that statement from Mek, the two calmed down a bit.  It was indeed an orc - one walking with a sizeable walking stick.  He wasn't exactly the largest of orcs; he wasn't quite as tall as Koln, but was pretty close to Mek's height.  He was extremely muscular - all orcs were - but again less muscular than Koln.  And beyond his deep blue shorts, brown backpack, and rope bands around his ankles he wasn't wearing anything.
	A small fruit bat rested on his shoulder - it seemed to shiver away from the pair as he approached.  The orc, however, gave a friendly wave.  "Ey, brothers!"
	Mek was still a little guarded - this was a fellow orc, yes, but he still wished to be a bit wary.  "Ello, bruddah."  He said, nodding.
	The newcomer nodded, stopping just out of arms reach of the two.  "Ey, you two look like you'se both a bit worn.  Jus' got off a raid?"
	"Yeah." Said Koln reflexively - he then recoiled a bit as Mek elbowed him.  The newcomer shook his head.
	"Nah, no problem, brothers." He stated, taking a small granite cube out of a small bag on his short's belt, releasing his walking stick.
	The first signs that something was up came as his eyes began glowing, a soft blue glow.
	Koln nervously stepped backwards as the stick - no, staff  - floated in the air under its own power, glowing an identical blue color.
	Both Koln and Mek then could only stare as the ground began to rumble.  Slowly, off the path, stones formed out of the ground - rising when supported by alternate stones beneath.  It was like the earth was spewing out stones, but in a pattern.
	"And, there."
	The newcomer grabbed his staff once more, holding it mundanely.  Mek and Koln could only stare - there, on the side of the road, was a stone building.  A relatively large one, too.
	"Ahh, dat's right.  Here, 'ave dis."
	Mek jerked as the newcomer shoved a brownish cube into his hands.  He stared at it, then up at the newcomer, who was handing a second to Koln.
	"It's called chocolate.  It's d'licious."
	Mek took a deep breath, trying to steel his nerves.  So this orc was a magic-user?  He'd heard lots of stories... that they could turn you into frogs, blow you up with a thought, control your every move.  That said, though, he'd never heard of an orcish magic-user.  "H-how do we know it's not p - "
	"Yum!"
	Mek sighed, as Koln chomped down the remainder of his own piece.  The newcomer chuckled. "It's made from really sweet beans, brother.  Lemme jus' 'elp ya relax."
	Mek stared at the chocolate in his hands - but after a moment, he popped it into his mouth as well.  It was indeed delicious; the taste seemed to explode in his mouth.  He'd never had anything that resembled this kind of sweet before.
	"Is real good."  Koln licked his lips.  "Real... real good..."
	"Y-yeah."
	Mek licked his lips.  It was actually incredibly delicious - he could still taste it on his tongue.  But something wasn't... something wasn't...
	The newcomer gave his shoulders a nice massage.  "Real good.  Just relax..."
~
	Hazily, Mek noted his vision was blurring.  The massage was so comfortable - everything was so comfortable.
	"Shhhhaaarrrr - " Mek stammered, his voice slurred  by his mental daze.  The massage continued, kneading his shoulders into sheer comfort.
	"Just relax..."
	Swaying a bit, Mek barely realized that the newcomer had left him, only alerted as he neared Koln.
	"Hey, this looks pretty uncomfortable, huh? Lemme help you with that."
	"Ogurrrr..." Koln stammered - through his blurring vision, Mek noted that Koln seemed far more out of it than he was, as the newcomer removed his shoulder plate.  Was he a thief?
	"Hhhhhhuuhhhh.."  Mek tried to find the drive to move.  "Yyyyyyyyyouu're.... hhhhhuhhhh..."
	The newcomer turned.  "Hmm."  He said, walking back towards Mek.  In the back of Mek's mind, somewhere, he realized that the newcomer realized he was still aware.
	"Ey, what's dis now?"
	Mek shifted a bit, as the newcomer gave his loincloth a tug.  "Mmmmmmyy.... lllloooiiinnn - "
	"See."  The newcomer tugged the fabric once more.  "Dis serves no point - jus' gives people who're tryin' t'grab ya a handhold.  And dis - " He grabbed at the cord which held it onto Mek's waist - "Since it's basically rope, it's easy t'grip.  What kind of an orc would I be t'let m'brother wear dis crap?"
	And with a sharp tug, he ripped the loincloth away from him.  Mek shivered; a bit bothered.  "Er.... uuurrrghhhh..."
	"Here."
	Mek hazily realized he'd grabbed some fabric.  It was a pair of briefs.
	"Try dese.  Close enough t'what yer used to, heh."
	Mek still hesitated, but the newcomer started guiding him, aiding him with each movement - soon with a tug, the fabric slid over his groin.
	His eyes dilated a bit the moment contact was made.  Immediately he felt what was left of his mind fading, as it felt like someone was drowning it.
	"There."  The newcomer nodded to Koln, who's eyes were glazed over.  His armour had been removed - he now stood hunched over in his shorts.
	"Heh, boxers.  Good pick."
	The newcomer reached one hand into the orc's boxers, massaging his orchood to erection.  His breathing became ragged as the newcomer continued to stroke him, his boxers tenting.
	"Nnnnooooottt..."  Stammered Mek.  He staggered a step forward - and as he shifted, he felt his mind wander further.  The newcomer looked up.
	"Hmm?"
	"Yyyyyyy..."
	"Ahh, of course."  Reaching out, he tugged Mek closer.  "The problem's that I'm doing this to your buddy, right?"
	"Urrrghh..." Mek couldn't focus his thoughts enough to think straight, but he was finding it easy to agree with that.  He didn't want this newcomer screwing with -
	"Then here, here."  He shoved Mek practically into Koln.  "Then you can take over.  Dat way it won't be me, right?"
	"Bbbbbbb... bbbuuut...."
	"Y'don't care?"
	"Nnnn.... er yyyy... er..."
	The newcomer shoved Mek downward.  Dazed and confused, Mek couldn't think - just react.  Yanking Koln's shorts downward, he opened his mouth, his own cock throbbing as he engulfed Koln's, jaws unhinging so he could take the impressive length.  His long orcish tongue danced along the full shaft, sending shivers of pleasure through Koln's dazed mind.  Pre spouted into Mek's mouth... when he felt himself being yanked backwards.
	Wordlessly, he was pulled to his feet and spun around, his new briefs yanked downwards.  He practically impaled himself on Koln's cock as he fell guided backwards.  
	Koln responded instinctively, grabbing Mek and thrusting into him.  The larger orc was confused and dazed, and that meant instinct took over - he rammed his length into Mek over and over again, arousal building.  Mek found himself hardening at the treatment.
	"Y'should fill yerself."
	Koln vaguely heard the phrase - his mind was blown through arousal and the effects running through his head, but it spoke to his subconscious.
	"It was real good, right? Y'want more?"
	Koln nodded frantically.
	"It's right dere."
	Mek didn't immediately react as he felt the top of his head become wet and warm, didn't react as the awkward feeling moved downwards.  But when it covered his nose and mouth, reflex took over.
	"MMRPF!"  His fairly clear shout was muffled by the fact that his entire head was within Koln's maw.  He struggled - just a bit, but it was enough to send the larger orc past his peak, as his orgasm sprayed cum deep into Mek's insides.  This prompted a massive thrust as well as a pull of both hands, yanking Mek into his mouth up to the smaller orc's waist.
	Mek struggled, but his mind was still too dazed to put up much of a fight - and at this point Koln was acting strictly on impulse.  He opened his mouth wide before his next gulp, sucking in Mek's own rock-hard erection and pinning it between his body and Koln's throat.  Koln's strong throat muscles took their toll against Mek's orccock, and the taste of Mek's orgasm shooting down his throat caused Koln to throw his head back, having gravity aid him in swallowing the struggling orc.  The last remnants of Mek's ability to struggle were shot out of his cock; as his stream ended, he lacked the strength to do more than feebly kick as his legs were swallowed.
	The newcomer pulled the briefs which had fallen to Mek's ankles off before they disappeared into Koln's mouth - then jerked forward, supporting the larger orc before he fell.  "Whoa!  You 'right there, brother?"
	"T-t-tirrrred..."  Koln had a goofy smile on his face.  It felt so good to be so full, and to have had such a thorough orgasm.  "Wwwwwannnnttt..."
	"Here, pal."  Koln could barely walk, as the newcomer guided him towards the newly-created house.  Had he been more aware of himself, he'd have realized that the newcomer was actually astonishingly strong himself.  Not that he had to use that strength with a bit of mind-numbing chocolate.
	The door opened with a wave of his hand.  His bat, forgotten in the essentially conflict,  as he nodded.  "Get a good sleep, brother."
	"Mrrrr..."  Koln practically fell asleep before hitting the bed.  The newcomer sat back on a nearby chair, placing one hand to his chin.  Without Mek in the picture, he was pretty sure Koln wouldn't be doing any more raiding... but it was rare that he had to resort to briefs as well.  Maybe he was losing his touch.
	Oh, well.  He glanced at the still-squirming bulge which was Koln's stomach, as Koln snored loudly.  
	He'd have to see, next time.

~ Garz.