Your mouth is full of sharp rocks that make your jaw very uncomfortable. Trying to spit them out is futile, as you soon realize they are actually fangs placed where your teeth should be. You move to touch them, only to see strong green fingers with long nails protruding from the tips. Blinking does nothing to change them. They are yours now. You snap your neck down and gasp as you take in the rest of your body. It is entirely the same tone of your fingers. More surprising are the breasts sitting prominently on your chest, bound tightly in a jerkin of mismatched pelts. Pressing your hands into the bumps sends a shock through you that only makes you angry.
"Fuck!"
Your voice is an intense low growl. A menacing sound that actually scares you a bit. Your eyes dart about the rest of your body. It is athletic and likely a bit taller than you were. About your waist is a loose hide skirt that reaches your knees decorated with an assortment of small bones and stones. The muscular legs poking out the bottom end in bare feet that have sharp curved nails. Touching your face and head confirms your mouth is full of sharp teeth. Your hair is still short, but fluffy and bouncy. Springing out in all directions. You push yourself up and look around for the sorceress, but she is gone. Apparently leaving you an orc woman without any evidence of your origin. Even your sword is no where to be seen, but there is a crude iron mace lying nearby. You pick it up and grip it tightly. Enraged by what has been taken from you.
"I'm gonna get her. She better know how to undo this or I'm gonna rip her to pieces."
"Who ya gonna get girl?"
A deep voice causes you to turn and hold out the mace defensively. Before you is a large orc. He has green skin and a large smile full of fangs, like your. Bald and staring at you with large orange snake eyes. His broad body is clad in leather armor of surprising quality with no visible weapons. What is an orc doing here alone? The Mallow Kingdom has been free of these marauders for generations. Finding one so close to your village is a very bad sign. You hear an involuntary snarl pass your lips and prepare for a fight. Surprisingly he simply stands there watching you. Orcs tend to attack first and ask questions never. Then you remember he is simply reacting to seeing another orc. He lets out a small laugh as he slowly lumbers over to you. You suddenly start to feel smaller than ever.
"Me? Y're gonna rip me up? Come on, try. No, ya look scared. Ya got separated from the horde, right? I'll take ya back if ya want."
You have never dealt with orcs before. All you know are stories of their raiding and pillaging. Of course as one of them now, this put you in danger. Most people would either fight or flee from you without a second thought. If there really is an orc horde nearby, they might be your only way to travel safely. They are also a great potential danger to the region. You could infiltrate this secret horde with the best kind of disguise. But going back as a female seems dangerous. How would you be treated? Maybe the better option was to fight or flee like anyone else. Though there is no way to know if you even stand a chance at either against this brute that towers over you.
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