Leverage Your Strength

 All you could smell was blood.
 All you could feel was pain.

 Pushed himself to his feet so you -
 - you did no such thing.
 legs wouldn't move.
 Too much pain.

 But your arms were still strong.
 Pulled your away from under your brother.
 Kuzma was a much better spearsman than you.
 Was.
 Now Kuzma was dead.

 Crawled, and kept crawling.
 There was Klym. There was no better scout.
 Was.
&nbs

 Through the Pass

 "Finally. How long do we have before the miasma comes back?"

 Major Toricht was in a bad mood, and that meant all his men were scrambling to keep out of his way. In this case the unlucky soldier with the readings tried to move at doublespeed, which resulted in him making an error, which forced him to slow down - all while the major was glaring at him with increasing fury.

 "Th - three hours, sir!"

 "Christ, this area is a problem. Okay then, gi

 Impromptu Vacation

 "Uh, Smedt?"

 This was always the kind of sequence that Smedt was worried about. Edward was a fantastic human - was okay with orcs wanting to fight and needing to fuck, and didn't snap at most mistakes. Honestly, Edward was his friend, and he appreciated that.

 But it was always absolutely terrifying for a grunt to get an order from the human host at a time when they absolutely can not fulfill it. This was one of those situations.

 The door w

 Reward

 "Well well, Zwil. What have we here?"

 The wolf's eyes shot open at that statement.
 To find himself in a... closet, or something? A very, very small room.
 Seated on a bench.
 With two massive orcs next to him.
 Both orcs nearly naked. In jockstraps. Jockstraps that hid nearly nothing. Both complete with bulges. He could see one of their cocks.
 Pinning him in place.

 "Looks like a wolf who needs to get off, Mel. Look at how hard

 Mental Devour

 "Hm. So you're my partner?"

 The ratman curled his tail a bit, crossing his arms instead of responding to the orc, who gave a smirk as he continued, "Well, first things first. I won't kill you. Got rules, y'know?"

 "...huh. I did not expect /that/." The rat uncrossed his arms. "Okay. Thank you."

 "Name's Toz. I'm an orc, and I've got some /needs/." The orc readjusted his boxers, licking his tusks. "And now I've got you to help solve this.

 Internet Troll

 "Ha! What kind of a n00b are you, loser?"

 The response back was confused more than anything else. "I am not new to the game at all, I have been playing the game for almost a year now, and the game has not been out very much longer than that."

 "Well, you play like my grandmother!"

 More confusion. "Your grandmother plays Call of Evil 3? I wish any of my brothers played. Are you saying she plays well or poorly?"

 Oh.
 This was an orc

 Slave Fight

 He rarely came here.
 Since there wasn't much point. You didn't come to this part of the station unless you were a beastman looking for sex, and wanted to buy whatever the military'd captured lately.

 Mano had seen enough sexy elven babes to last him a lifetime, back when he was in said military.
 The other guys had loved him, since he wasn't interested and thus never took his turn or his quantity. Meant they got more.
 Heh.
 Good times, thou

 Rivals

 Slammed into the dirt.
 And a foot stomped on his chest, keeping him there.
 
 Really, at this point he was sunk. He knew it, his attacker knew it, and grrr did it piss him off. Next his attacker would go down and cement the pin, and they both knew it.

 He raised one arm, entirely to show that he could still in fact do that.
 But didn't resist. Just accepted that he was about to be pinned, which he was. Grabbed and held do the ground.

 Thi