The Only Good Orc is a Half-Orc

The Surprise – Part 1

As the sun rose, so too did Olivia. Still under the tree, the sunlight trickled through the dropping leaves as they sashayed from the wind. It twinkled along the ground like stars in the sky.

The remains of the tent she had used as bedding did its job, and gave her a, slightly, more comfortable surface to sleep on. Now that the night was over, it was bundled up ready for the next night. Something was better than nothing.

She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, and suddenly recalled her assailant turned guest. Peering across the campsite, the bedding lay on the floor, but her acquaintance and her gear were nowhere to be found.

‘Probably fled once she woke. The emotions from last night probably clouded her judgement, but a good night’s sleep probably solved that and told her to run away from the monster.’ Olivia thought as she shrugged. It was disappointing, but Olivia half-expected it. Not everyone could end up like Ameril. In this case, they had a true confrontation with each other, which couldn’t have helped. Plus, why would she want to stick around a monster that may attack her. It was just the way her world worked now.

It may be possible that she would meet someone who wouldn’t run away again, but people like that may be few and far between.

*Splash*

‘Huh’

The sound of something hitting water rang out passed the tree, in the opposite direction Olivia had arrived here in.

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‘I didn’t realise I was near water. Better fill up my waterskin while I’m here. I just hope the splash was a fish and not some monster.’

In case it was a monster, Olivia took her spear and headed towards the sound. A few more splashing sounds came from the direction she was travelling in, louder than before as she neared the water.

If it was a fish, she wondered if she could try her hand at spear fishing again but quickly gave up on that given the last time she tried and failed.

‘I need someone to actually show me how to do it. Or get a net, that would make things easier.’

As she moved through the brush and the trees, she travelled up a short hill. At the top, she pushed through a couple of trees and froze.

The vision before her was amazing. She saw a gorgeous river, glistening in the sunlight. The water was a brilliant blue and meandered in the landscape, which was a small section of this incredibly long river. While it was lovely, what really caused her to freeze was the beautiful girl standing in the river. She could only see her back, but even from that, she could see she was a beauty. She was slim and slightly tanned. Silky brunette hair flowed down to her shoulders, which she threaded her fingers through, removing non-existent knots. The fingers she used were petit, but housed nails that ended in with a point, similar to that of claws. She had yet to see the girl’s face, but her head was crowned by two furry cat ears on the top of her head. But this was nothing compared to the long, thin furry brunette tail that protruded just above her b-

‘Wait, cat ears. Why does that sound familiar.’

It only took a few seconds for it to finally click that it was her guest, the cat-kin.

‘She didn’t run away. She just left to take a bath. Away from prying eyes… Like mine. Ok, I need to get out of here before she sees me.’

Slowing backing away, Olivia passed back through the trees. As she didn’t, she failed to notice the cat girl’s ears twitch. And that if she managed to hear that, she must have heard her turning up.

Once she was unable to see Lyrika, she headed away from the river and hurried back to camp. Yet she could not get the image of her out of her head.

‘Wow, It was only her back, but she is gorgeous. Her ears are so cute and that tail…what it would feel like to stroke and play with that. Then, just below that just was a lovely touchable butt-‘

She quickly shook her head, not sure where these thoughts had come from. While it was clear Lyrika was a beautiful girl, from behind at least, it didn’t feel right for her to be thinking these things about her. Yet anyway.

Lyrika was someone she had just met, fought with and then watched as she poured her heart out. For her to be thinking these things about someone she had just met, and from only seeing, their beautiful naked back, with water dripping down it, running through the crack in her-

‘Stop that.’

As she shook her head again, her eyes finally landed on another problem, very much linked to the situation. Between her legs, her little fried bulged and strained against the clothes she was wearing, enough that it opened the waist of her trousers for her to see it.

‘Well, that’s new… Is this what they call ‘morning wood’. But, isn’t that supposed to happen when you wake up. I don’t recall it being there when I did.’

Then it hit her.

‘It can’t be from seeing Lyrika, can it?’

As she said that, her mind wandered back to the same image, causing it to jolt suddenly and push harder.

‘Well, if that’s not a sign I’m right, I don’t know what is. Now, how do I get it back to normal.’

Pondering this, she continued on her way back to the camp, but a few steps later and she had to stop due to her now big problem.

‘Why is it so difficult to walk now. Who designed something like that.’

With the difficulty in walking, Olivia practically waddled the rest of the way to the camp. Once there she awkwardly took a seat on the torn-up bedding to figure out what to do.

‘How do I get rid of an erection…masturbate, yes that’s what I need to do. But how do people with a penis masturbate.’

“Good morning.”

“Ahh.”

As Olivia sat there trying to recall how to solve her problem, Lyrika called out to her as she passed the tree branches into the camp. The startled Olivia quickly moved the bedding over herself to cover it up.

‘Better cover this up. We only just met, don’t want to make things awkward between us, considering she’s the cause of it.’

It completely slipped her mind that upon meeting Ameril, she was stark naked and the girl had a gander at her area and that didn’t seem to affect their relationship. Granted, she didn’t actually have clothes at the time and was tied up so she couldn’t really help it. But it was also Flaccid at the time.

Now though, she had clothes and was sporting an erection, so it was a slightly different situation. It wasn’t that she was self conscious, it just wasn’t something you would put on display to a stranger if you had a way not to.

As she ran through her thoughts trying to deal with the situation, Lyrika took a seat at the camp. It also hadn’t occurred to her that she had yet to see Lyrika’s face yet given that she had been looking down as she attempted to hide her problem.

“There is a river over the hill in that direction if you want to take bath, I just finished mine.”

“Y-yeah. That sounds good.”

With Olivia’s excellent performance of showing that nothing was amiss, Lyrika looked over at her with doubt, knowing that something was different or wrong.

It had only been a night that they had known each other and while Lyrika had confided in Olivia, she was still very much, in her mind for the time being, a monster who had not yet attacked her. When she woke this morning, she thought about leaving and running away, but as she looked over at Olivia’s sleeping form she decided to see how things would go.

The way she saw it, she would either die from this Orc and Goblin thing or she would survive long enough only to return to her village and end up as a sex slave. If she had left the camp, she would probably be killed by an animal or monster, maybe even several of them, as even her proficiency with a knife could not save her from that. But with Olivia, she had some muscle to keep her alive.

Besides, if Olivia ended up being a bad egg, like pretty much all other Goblins and Orcs, she liked her chances at dealing with the problem if the need arose. While her failed attempt in the evening did put her skills to shame, now that she was no longer hungry and thinking clearly, she reckoned she could take her.

Which led her to wonder if that situation had come sooner than she thought, where looking over at Olivia, she could see her acting all strangely and hiding something beneath the ruins of the tent. She wondered if it was the dagger and that she was concealing it to use it on her. Or it could be that she had tried to use it when she wasn’t looking and was now trying to hide it from her. It may even be something worse, like a potion to put her to sleep or paralyze her, allowing the monster to do whatever she wanted to her. It may even be a slave collar.

Many, many thoughts ran through Lyrika’s head. Some would call it paranoid, but when you had just spent the past day running from someone that was planning to make you a slave and may have decided to follow you to do it, it is quite reasonable to be paranoid. Not that she suspected that Olivia had anything to do with him, but it could be that the nice act was just that, an act, luring her into a false sense of security before she strikes.

As Lyrika delved deep into the conspiracies of what Olivia may do to her, the girl in question had no idea this was happening. She sat there trying to look inconspicuous while trying to figure out how to deal with her problem. It didn’t take too long to realise what she needed to do, it was just the how.

‘Masturbation. That’s the only way to solve it. But how do you do it with a penis?’

Given that this new life was the first time she had had a penis, and that she had always preferred the fairer sex, it made sense that this was all new to her. This would very much be a trial-and-error exercise. But first, she had to get out of sight of Lyrika.

“I’ll head over there now.” She said before standing up to head to the river, still holding the fabric. Which didn’t look suspicious at all. This didn’t last very long though as she could hardly move properly with her situation, and so sat right back down.

“You know, I think I’ll go in a while. I-I’m going to rest my legs a bit longer.”

The poor excuse had been given, and Lyrika was not buying it.

“Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, why do you ask?”

“Well, you’re being evasive, stuttering and hiding something beneath that piece of the tent.” Lyrika replied as she slowly started to stand up.

Olivia ended up looking at the tent fabric, likely to make sure it was still covering what it needed to. But, as she turned to finally look at Lyrika, she was face to face with the girl’s face. While she would have taken this time to think about how beautiful the girl looked, she didn’t have time.

Startled at suddenly being so close to her, Olivia went to say something but was stopped as she pushed her down and felt a knife against her throat.

“What are you hiding? Is it a collar to make me a slave, is that it? Your dagger to attack me. I knew I shouldn’t trust you. Let’s see how you will like it as a sla-”

Lyrika froze mid-sentence, where in order to make her point she had pulled the remains of the tent away and out of Olivia’s grasp. This fortunately or maybe even unfortunately did not reveal a slave collar as Lyrika thought, but ended up finding a ‘weapon’ of sorts. A weapon that had broken free of the confines of Olivia’s clothes and was standing at full mast.

The redness on Lyrika’s cheeks was to be expected, as was the same for Olivia. Both were incredibly embarrassed with the situation, rightfully so, and ended up just frozen in place for a good several seconds.

This was soon broken by Lyrika, who slowly pulled the tent fabric back over her ‘weapon’, removed her blade from Olivia’s throat and walked back to her side of the camp and sat down. She then proceeded to just stare at the ground.

‘Well this got very awkward very fast’

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