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Orcs, Elves and Beastmen, oh my! - Birth of the First Beast King
🕑 Added 2023-03-19 03:56:48 +0000 UTC"The Green Skin stands out against all the sandstone huh?"
I blinked, and then turned to the speaker. The first Beastmen I'd ever seen where a handful of women returning to their village after a succesful hunt, with a massive sandworm, as big as each of them, slung over their shoulders. The one at the front carried a spear, and the one at the back, multiple knives and short swords, including some obviously meant to carve up the beast.
Beastmen were... an odd bunch.
Much like elves, their warriors were almost exclusively female, but unlike the slim and almost deceptively frail looking elven warriors, I found myself among my peers with the Beastmen, because the two women were nearly as tall as me and were not too far behind in terms of musculature.
Of course, they paled in comparison to a proper Orc, but I got my appearance mostly from my mother, having the slim appearance of an elf, while still having all the strength of my orcish father... well, kind of slim. Adult elves could still sit on my shoulders comfortably.
I had come across these two cat eared individuals as I was looking for their village, and they agreed to take me there, and as we went along, they taught me many things.
"Ah, so you guys are divided by caste?" I asked. "We don't do anything like that back at home, though we're still figuring things out," I explained, waving my hand as if to indicate back to the forest, long lost beyond the horizon, as I adventured into the wildlands that the Beastman called their home.
"Yeah," the spearwoman said, as we passed a landmark, a sandstone tower erected in the middle of an otherwise featureless plain, with a very obvious sign that showed the way to their camp. "We're hunters," she said, her ears twitching.
Knives grinned, her teeth looking quite a bit sharper than mine. "We're of the Lioness Caste!" she said.
They were both very muscular, and were exposing almost every inch of their skin, wearing only a loincloth and a chest wrap, spearwoman in a tan color, knives in red. I really could not stop mentioning their muscles, they really were... something quite nice to behold. Even the Orcish elven women were not this well built, I could see the power in their muscles, from their calves to their thighs to their buttocks to their abdominals, their backs, with how little covering they were wearing, I could see the power of their bodies as their muscles rippled with every motion.
Their tails were long and the same golden color of their hair, and both of them wore their hair in tight braids. They were actually fairly similar... "Are you sisters?"
"We look like that to you?" giggled spearwoman. "Name's Naira," she said, "that's my daughter, Iaira," she said, gesturing behind herself with her spear. "I might not look it, but I'm almost forty years old, young'un!"
"Ah, I see!" I replied, noting it down in my head. So they maintained youthful looks for longer? "Maintaining your youth for a long time sounds like it'd be great for a dedicated hunter."
"Yeah! That's why the lionesses are the hunter caste!" Iaira said, smiling brightly. "Makes sense right?"
"Right," I agreed, as I walked behind them, while they led me to their village. Their golden tails swaying, the black tufts at the end almost but not quite hiding the fact that both mother and daughter sported impressively big bottoms.
Little by little, they told me more of their people, of their customs and their castes.
They explained to me that they were divided in six castes.
The Huntress Caste, the Lionesses, of which their tribe had four, Naira, and her daughters Iaira, Maura and Laira, the latter two of them weren't present as they had gone in a long term expedition to search for new hunting grounds.
As I asked, they also explained that female Beastmen always inherited the mother's traits, and so, Naira's daughters were all lionesses, and as such, were natural born hunters.
They also told me of the other five castes.
The Wolf caste, of which the tribe had a good dozen, was a caste of soldiers. Loyalty was imprinted into their DNA, and as long as the head of the tribe were to dominate the alpha and prove their superiority, the rest would fall in line. The alpha always being the strongest of the females of the pack. They were soldiers and everymen, generally taking care of odd jobs when there wasn't fighting to be done.
"My best friend Loisa is a Wolf!" Iaira commented. "She's got the cutest, fluffiest tail you'll ever find!"
I smiled. That friendship must be quite close, because Iaira went on gushing about how amazing her friend was, and about how much they did together. It sounded innocent but by the looks of amusement and slight exasperation that Naira sent her, it might be more than just friendship.
The third caste they told me about was the Rabbits. Fleetfooted and quick witted, and quite numerous, they were essentially the servant caste. Twenty rabbits were in the tribe, and that's accounting for the fact that the tribe was a recent splinter from a bigger one.
Apparently the entire rabbit population was the product of the singular male Rabbit and his one partner...
"So the man had eighteen daughters?" I asked, somewhat shocked. I mean, a lot of orcs have a lot of daughters with the elven women, I have a bunch of half sisters myself, but damn, all with one pair alone?
"Yeah, they never seem to tire of each other," Naira mused. "Kortina tires the poor guy out so much, he never has time for anyone else," she added with a giggle.
After that was the Beaver caste, and apparently, it was a caste of craftsmen and wisemen, usually the ones pushing for modernization and creation of new and improved tools in tribes. The as of yet nameless tribe only had the one, the tribal chief Radona.
"She knows eeeeeeverything!" Iaira explained. "Like, she knows why the sun rises in the sky, and she knows why it sets beneath the horizon, she knows all the things!" she explained.
"Except how to please a man, apparently," Naira laughed.
You winced. "That bad?" you asked.
"Her marriage lasting fifteen minutes is the reason why she split off to form her own tribe, the rest among us followed her for one reason or another," Naira explained.
Fifth and next was the Horse caste, strong and with impressive stamina.
"And amazing cocks!" Iaira chimed in. "Jenny had one like, thiiiiis big," she said, stretching her hands close to the average Orc length. You whistled in appreciation.
"Wait... Jenny? Odd name for a man," you mused.
"Eh? Jenny's a woman! Horse caste women are all, well, women you know! Only rabbits are male, silly!" she said.
"Wait waaa, really?"
"Yep," Iaira continued. "Beastmen are mostly women!"
"No that's not what I mean, I'm talking about that part where your friend is a woman with a massive-"
Naira chimed in. "Nobody knows why, it's said that more male beastmen used to exist, but little by little less and less of them were born. Even for Rabbits - Merval is the only male and him and Kortina have eighteen daughters."
You could've heard a pin drop, the wind howled, and I winced at the thought of that poor man's wang. "Then that man is-"
"The sole male in the tribe, yeah, which brings us to the last caste, the slaves. Usually males from other species..."
Iaira frowned. "We don't have any of those."
"Yes - Radona insisted and we all agreed. The tribal chief's insistence on taking slaves is leading the Beastmen to annihilation," Naira said, a frown of distaste on her face. "Especially since Lobana took over," she said, "raiding human villages and towns is going to get her and all her followers killed some day. We can't fight humans in equal terms, even if we can beat them three to one, there's like ten thousand humans for each one of us."
Harsh reality, that.
"So no slaves?" I asked.
"No slaves," Naira confirmed. "I suppose technically we only have five castes now."
"Sounds good to me," I agreed.
"So what brings you to our tribe?" Naira asked.
"I did introduce myself, right? Bennet the Diplomat," I explained. "I'm the son of the King of the Orcish & Elven Alliance," I explained, "and we're looking for more allies to join us at our settlement."
"Oh, I see!" Iaira said. "Wait. Then that means you're like, a tribal chief's son right? A prince! Mom, a real life prince!"
"I... suppose you could call me that?" I asked myself, more than them. "We, uh, we don't really do heredity like that though, our King is appointed by the people's will, through a vote we hold every six years," I explained.
"Ah, here the chief just dominates the previous chief and calls themselves head honcho, or everyone just agrees to follow someone," Naira explained. "Then again," she looked me up and down, "you look like you could probably stake a claim. Radona probably wouldn't even try to fight you."
I hummed. "Well, I'm here to seek an alliance, not take over-"
Naira chuckled. "I mean the fastest way to do that is to just take us over and fold us into your tribe, or alliance I guess," she said.
"But then that would defeat the point, I'd be using violence to-"
Iaira giggled. "But that's how the world works, people follow the strongest!" she said. "I mean Radona's the strongest because she's the smartest, so if you can prove you're smarter than her, or make her submit to you, then the rest of us will follow happily!" she said.
"And everyone would do that?" I asked. "I mean - this is a little bit of a hostile takeover, somebody would contest it, right?"
"Oh, yeah, definitely!" Naira said. "Hell I'd be first in line," she said, tapping her sizable chest with her spear. "Oh, we're here! It ain't much, but it's our home!"
It wasn't much, indeed. Behind a large rock, there was a settlement made of a multitude of tents, all set up around a larger tent with wooden supports. The steppe offered little, but they had what appeared to be some sort of cultivated patch of land. It didn't compare to the bounty of the forest, but for a tribe of less than fifty individuals, it'd keep them fed.
I could see a woman with pointy, slightly fuzzy ears and a tail that resembled the 'ponytail' hairstyle that most warrior elves wore to battle, who was trotting around spreading water from a can onto the fields.
A gaggle of children with white rabbit ears were kicking a ball around each other, until they went behind one of the tents and I lost sight.
Around the farm and near some of the tents, there were a handful of women with fluffy tails, pointy ears and an air of alertness that differed from everyone else, the wolf women.
And then finally, as we approached the big tent, I saw a woman with a flattened, shorter tail than most, thick glasses and a large brown robe, reading a tablet and using her nail to tick things off as she inspected a set of boxes, many of which had visible contents, mostly textiles.
"Yo! Chief Radona! We got a visitor!" Naira shouted
The rounded ears of the beaver woman twitched, and she turned to face me, and looked up, and up, and up. It was hard to tell at first, and between elves and orcs, I was just average.
Here though?
Naira and Iaira were nearly as tall as me, but everyone else was considerably shorter, and Radona was probably the shortest person here. If I had to guess, she was probably closer to a short human, than the beastmen, let alone me, and instead, she stood at about head level with my belly button.
"Abababaaaah, abs..!" the Chief spoke, her jaw hanging for a moment. "Ahm, I- I am Chief Radona, stranger, who are you?"
A short, brief and quick explanation of my identity and purpose was shared among us, and then-
"Ah... I see, so you're here to take over the tribe?" Radona asked. "Well, I'm not giving it up without a fight," she said.
"No, I- I'm here to form an alliance," I said, "we'll give you self governance, we just-"
Radona threw off her brown robes and- woah, that's, for her petite height, she sure has an absolutely amazing pair of gazongas on her chest. She definitely does not fall behind the elves on that front.
I could hear Naira and Iaira gasping behind me. "The chief is going all out from the start!" Naira commented.
"Woo! Go chief! Show the stranger what our beastman pride's all about!"
Radona pointed her finger at me. "T-That's right!" she said. "I'm the Chief of this tribe, even if we're nameless, I won't just give it up to the first handsome man who wishes to fuck me to submission!"
Her impassioned speech was drawing people to the impromptu arena for the showdown, and I was starting to realize...
These women...
Their looks were hungry. Lustful. Right. There was only one man in the village, and by all accounts, he was permanently booked by his wife. But wait, aren't the horse girls supposed to-
I looked around. There were three, and based on the fact that they only wore tight loincloths, it was quite evident that they were not, in fact, this Jenny girl. Or like her, at least. Oh dear.
This is what Father warned me about.
I should've packed some lotion with me, at least I remembered to bring the contraceptives. It's gonna be a loooong alliance building process.
Dropping my pants to reveal the chiseled physique, the combination of elven and orcish power into one being, of my thighs and then removing my half shirt so it wouldn't get stained, I faced the tribal chief.
"Bring it," I said.
The chief's glasses were fogging up, and her breath was coming in short pants. She had rather prominent front teeth, and the way she was licking them up, I had an idea what was on her mind.
If this is how it's going to be, then it's how it's going to be. Mother, Father and all of the elders, please give me strength, because I'm gonna fucking need it.
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no need to worry dude, its fine :)
Ignacio Nadeo
Due to a combination of excessive heat and power outages, this is extremely late, please accept my apologies, and if it's not good, I apologize even more, this was completed on a grand total of 3 hours of sleep over two days, I did my best to get it done, took me most of the day, hopefully it's a satisfying setup for what this one's going to be like.
