Chapter 2: TWAAAGHRK!!!

Story by Xenosmilus on SoFurry

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#2 of WH40K: Klitflik Da Orkette

Muh milkshake bringz all da boyz to ya yard. And bloody right, me arse iz betta den yawz.


Tweenk had long taught his two underlings about what orks were, what they did, and why. And why it was so good. But as their questions grew with their ages, he answered those too. Like why orks did certain things, what for, how, and especially how orks repopulated: spores from the dead. But since he was part of the most un-orky outfit around, so un-orky that they even kept tight written records and wrote down things they came across, he told them how orks in the past used to reproduce in a different way. A ork who grew very, very old would grow a baby in a hidden pouch like a marsupial, leave in secret to raise the young in the pouch, teach them like any parent, and then send the young orks on their way to join a clan. This differed from the idea that the only way orks could breed was by dying and spores.

"Boss?" frowned Bich'N'Fuss, pursing her plump kissable blue lips against her vampire-like fangs.

"Wot?"

"Orks is da bess, right? We da bess? ............Um da bess."

"Roit."

"So...how cuz we keep dyin' in loads when we fights da 'umies? And if da biggest and strongest boys die, den...den maybe they ain't the best of the best. And da one who't killt 'em is bettah."

"....wot you sayin'?"

"Oym sayin', loik..." she rolls a finger in her hair like a airhead, "Loik, if a lil' humie kills 100 orks, den he's deffnitlee bettah. He ain't just dead killy, but dat n***a straight drill time on dem hoez?"

"Strait drill, ay? Dats definitely more killy den dead-killy. Hmmm.......yah...YA! Oy, y'know, dat's kinda smart and cleve- WOULD YA STOP DAT SHIT?!"

He caught the orkette with her hand in her V region again. Two fingers parting the lips, and the middle finger furiously flicking the bright yellow clitoris back and forth as she stares into the sky with a glazed-over, slack jawed look of purified stupidity.

"EVERYTIME I STARTZ TALKIN', YA STICK YA HAND UP YA COOCH! STOP PLUNKIN' WIFF YA GASH WHEN UM TALKIN'!! GITCHA HANDZ....!!!" he slaps her hand out from between her legs, furiously gritting his sharp teeth as their hands do a mini slap fight, until she leaves her leaking pussy alone.

"But it feelz good, boss."

"YA GOTZ TA LISSEN!!!" He tries to calm down, sighing at his impatience with orks. "D'ya know how ANNOYIN' it iz tryin' tuh talk at somebody AND TRYNNA TALK OVAH DA SOUND OF COOCHIE CLAPPIN'?!?!?! ....urghhh..." He rubs his hand down his racist-white-stereotype of a green face, with little sharp teeth and beady red eyes that would make the troll from Cat's Eye proud. "Don't...don't juss stand there, just a starin' intah da sun while just-A SLAPPIN' 'N' FLICKIN' UP IN YA DOOT!!"

She stays staring into the sun, mouth agape. Like a green, air-headed glam rock vampire. Her lower fangs are small, but her upper canines are long. "Wuzza coochie?"

"DAT! Da gash ya got 'tween ya legs. Dat mingie fing."

"Tee hee hee! Ya said "minge!" "

Tweenk runs his hand down his face with a sigh. He forgot how irritating orks could be. But he caught her clap-flicking her cooch so much that he decides to just call her "Klit Flickah". Or 'Klitflik' for short.

He rubbed his pink claws against his small chin, which pervertedly_fit sensually with his naturally bright pink lips. Another outcome of his alien-fruit diet. Tweenk used to always work with the big mek (an orc mechanic and inventor) in his outfit before he was marooned on this planet. But for years upon years of trying to plant what was left of his pals, and month after month of the mutating plants preventing orks from growing from the ground, this left him with no choice but to use all natural materials. So he slowly found himself working more and more with cross pollination and botany while waiting for new orks to show up. Any orks. So he hopefully could get the hell off this planet. He realized that just by eating the food here and surviving the alien plants, his fungal-animal body mutated itself. And to be honest, he liked it. _Loved it.

He tried in his own grot little way to explain to them that they were different than other orks. He didn't know the exact hows and whys, but somehow he knew the native plants must have had something to do with it. They grew moss and fungal fur from their smooth plant-like skin, and they had odd little furry buds between their legs. They also had the pouches that old orks used to have, especially when they were ready to bud or spawn a litter. This, he he had never seen on a ork in his life, but he had read about ancient past orks from another region of the galaxy having them. He wasn't sure if Klitflik and Thot's pouches were the same or not, but they were definitely not old orks.

He stopped while noticing Thot kept leaking nectar from her crotch into Klitflik's hair, giving it a glistening sheen and making it lie down flat and limp.

"Thot, c'mere you." he said, turning his head to the side as if he'd been waitin' on her at the do'. She clambered down, grunting unusually and with her face blushing a bright neon green. Her blue lips swelled up, as did two round buds on her chest. The entire area between her legs was swollen and throbbing unlike anything Tweenk had ever seen.

"Da fuck?" he frowned, duck-facing while deep in thought. Her thighs began to tremble and her oversized hands balled up into quivering fists. She bit her bottom lip with her sharp teeth and began to gasp hard and loud as if she was being spanked from behind. Her skinny little thighs, with knobby knees, and too-big feet, clench together and shudder. Her budding chest swells bigger and blushes a nice yellowish-green flush. Her bright red eyes roll into her head and the grot who looks like a big nosed nerdy girl thrusts her ass out and grunts hard and fast. She cums, sending a waterfall of fluid to _ker-splash_onto the ground like a turned over pitcher of water mixed with milk in it. Her lips part, letting her wet blue lips push out a bit and drool thick honey-like syrup. The white cucumber falls out with a sloppy, loud, embarrassing _shplrp-shpunkk!!_Tweenk jumps back in surprise. The little grot blushes hard, feeling a powerful sense of embarrassment at being seen. She then squats low, her knees high in the air, her hands on her knees, and her ass cheeks only inches above the ground. Her short hair sags wet with sweat as she grunts and pushes out a huge, round purple seed. She grunts, pushing again, and her inner canal, like a wet yellow tunnel of a female flower, splurts another torrent of fluid and a fresh purple seed shoots out like being shot out of a water slide. Complete with "back splash."

Tweenk picks up one of the wet, slippery seeds and squeezes it. The plant it comes from is a sort of "parasite copy-cat", in that it invades the male areas of different species near it, ones that get more light, and then it guzzles down all the sperm of the foreign species. The plant mimics traits of the other plant by using it's sperm and produces a tougher, stronger version of itself. He looks down at the seed, then back up at his two greensies...and smiles.

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"Girl? Wutz a g __i_ rl_?"

"You'ze a girl! And so is her. You da girlz."

"I thought all orkses was boys?"

"You both gots the girl parts of a plant, see? Or a fungus...thing......I fink. I ain't know. Whatevah , point is, you gots a gash dat's a snatch hole." He eyes her huge, heavy chest. Pineapple top green and glistening with girly sweat. He slaps one loudly, making it bounce and flop out her leaf bra. "And ya gots da thrupney bits, see 'em floppin' 'n' bitty boppin' round on ya front part?" he says, slapping the other one of her big, hefty green breasts to bounce and jiggle.

"Boss, wuzzah snatch?"

"Dat fing." his hand rudely swings up between the thick, bulky legs of the ork and loudly slaps against her furry "unbloomed poppy". The hard, loud smack causes her to squeal a "Oooh!" and nectar to spill across his fingers from the soft, plump slit in it. He pulls his nectar-coated hand back with a "Ewww" face, and wipes it on his clothing.

"...oh, yeahhh..." the ork with wild 80s rocker hair mumbles to herself. She remembers sliding her thick, green fingers against her bud before. And when she pushed them in, her body lit up with pleasure, and her insides "snatched" her fingers as her insides spasmed, squirted and locked. Even since the days she was smaller than Tweenk, he always made sense. She looks down at him, and wonders why she has the urge to slap him. Just to reach down and get a nice, loud clap across the back of his head with a cupped hand. She thinks about it and starts giggling. Tweenk continues.

"So, see, because ya- WOULD YA STOP?!"

He catches Klitflik with her green fingers up between her legs again.

"Wot?"

"STOP UP-STUFFIN' YA COOCH!"

"I ain't." she smiled sweetly, her long fangs sticking out down her chin. "Me fingaz up me ass." :D

"Unnnhhh...." he rolls his eyes and flicks her off with a limp, fay wrist, mumbling under his breath. "Dense brick-head bitch..." He then points to a large bush that looks like a ball of coiled green vines, shooing Thot there which only causes her long pointed ears to slide back with fear.

"I fink I know where dis is goin'..." Thot mumbles, trying to turn back around.

"Oh no you bettah don't!" he snakes his neck and snaps his fingers. Like a green Danny Noriega.

"Okay, boss. Wot now?"

"Slam your flat ironin' board ass against it, green girl!"

Thot's furry green eyebrow raises in confusion. Her bright red eyes peek at the tree, and she shrugs. She then backs up and throws her ass backwards against the soft rubbery trunk of the tree. She even throws it in a circle.

The tendrils come to life, moving as if possessed. Each green tendril, which feels like wet, warm, leather, whips outward. Long green vines snap and coil around the grotess's wrists. Her big-nosed nerdy face snaps into a shocked expression. Her short hair is suddenly grabbed by another tendril, like a powerful man's fist. Her hair is pulled, jerking her head back and exposing her soft, sensitive throat. A long, wet tendril slaps across her ass like a whip soaked in massage oil. She her body jolts from the slap, leaving a blushing line across her naked ass, two more tendrils fling outward to coil around her ankles.

"DA FUCK?!"

She feels herself yanked off her feet. Her wrists and ankles feel like they are tied in warm, slippery leather ropes. And her head yanks back as if a green fist was pulling her hair. She feels her arms spread wide open, exposing her sensitive breasts to be grabbed, fondled, slapped and teased. She feels wet coils slide up her body and greedily coil around her breasts, squeezing them in a perfect blend of pleasure, pressure, teasing, and a bit of pain.

"BOSS?!" she squeals in her mousy voice as her hair is yanked harder, and another tendril sends a slippery smack across her ass. With each smack, they leave oily streaks of a fluid that make her skin become more sensitive. Which means with every slap, the pain increases, but so does the pleasure. With every slap, her back goosebumps further, and a warm sensual "glow" flows where ever the oil touches her body. Long ropey tendrils coil and squeeze around her breasts. Other tendrils pinch, roll and flick her nipples. Her skinny female body becomes dominated, tied up, pinned down, spanked, whipped, flicked, lapped, tapped and clapped. Even teased, greased, groped and wrapped. Her blue nipples jut upward, so hard and erect that they almost feel numb. Numb from oversensitivity, as if that makes any sense. She feels the buds of her breasts swell firmer and bigger in her skin, breast erection, how breasts react to being aroused.

Her naked throat is flicked, oiled up, collared and lapped as her head is jerked back, as the plant holds her in perverse kinky submission. She clenches her eyes shut and grits her sharp little teeth as she feels the oily ropes roil and coil around her thighs and slick them up in the sensitivity oil. A thick hanging rope coils down between her flat ass cheeks and down across her groin like a thong made from a plant vine. It slides hard and wet against her throbbing yellow clitoris now, sliding up along the underside of it and making it be pushed upwards and back against her. It's like having a thick, wet vine for a thong, except the "thong" keeps moving down through your buttocks, sliding against your anus, up through your lips, and upwards against the clitoris. She tries to close her thighs, but they are tied securely open, opening her and exposing her body for the plant's wishes.

A loud, wet slap claps across her ass again, another along the back of her thighs. The "collar" of wet vines around her neck roll and slide gently, constantly sliding sensitive massaging strength along the side and back of her neck. She can't hold out like this. She opens one red eye to see she's being watched. The shame of all your nudity exposed to the world while being rubbed, explored, and ravaged.

Her sharp little teeth dig into her bottom lip. Her breath begins to quicken and pace louder and faster. Faster and louder. She can feel the hot flickering of a orgasm suddenly rushing up from deep in her pelvis and in her belly. Slow, but heavy. Slow, but hard. No little cums before a big one. Just one, huge, heavy, chugging train of cum and scream and spasm steadily charging at a slow but unstoppable pace. Knowing they're going watch her cum while being tied up and ravaged by a kinky, oily plant that's spanking and tying her up only makes the slow orgasm train even HEAVIER. A biiig freighter of "Oh FUCK" on it's way.

"Oy!!" yells Tweenk with his hands cupped over his mouth. "Try not to get wet!"

"Kinda late..."

"See, the more wetness ya spill, the more it drives the plant into a seedin' frenzy."

"Oh Fukk..."

She realizes the plant keeps making her wet. And more wet she becomes, the more the plant begins to spank, squeeze, fondle, flick, slap, and pull. It seems like a hopeless cycle.

"Oi wouldn't cum if oi wuz you eithah!"

"HUNH???!!!"

"Yah! Because if you cum, that's gonna make dat plant start the seed plantin' process."

"DA WOT?!"

She suddenly starts to realize why a slow, steady "chug...chug....chug.....chug" feeling is coming from the hard rubbery trunk of the plant. Like a slow, tired engine. When she's rolled her naked, oiled-up ass against the rubbery trunk, she felt the bases of the tendrils felt more like giant rubbery pea pods full of anal beads rather than the pliable rubbery tendril ends ravaging her skinny little body.

"Pump it's seed in me?!?!"

"Yah...well, no. I mean, if ya don't cum, den it won't. But if ya DO cum? Then you're gonna get pregnant-tated. Can't get out of there eithah way."

It turns her on. She feels her body has turned on her. She realizes if she cums, then that's going to kickstart the plant's breeding phase, and it's going to start plunging deep in her canal, and deep up her ass. And those big round seeds...she doesn't wanna end up pregnant with a plant's seeds! So...it's easy. As your tied up, spanked, and rubbed in every way that drives a woman insane, just don't cum. So easy. Because if you do cum? Then you're gonna get impregnated deep. Impregnated heavy.

"Shhhhhiiiittt!" she hisses, trying to wriggle herself free. But the more she wriggles, she more the thick tendrils slap across her ass. As her ass cheeks jiggle, the painful slap sensation sends deep vibrations through her inner thighs and up through her cooch. As her clitty and lips vibrate, they in turn vibrate the "thong" rolling against her clitoris to constantly flick it and roll softly against it. Her bright red eyes roll into her head as she feels her hair pulled harder and her nipples flicked and lightly slapped. Her toes curl and she hisses harder, struggling to will herself not to cum.

Another loud, sloppy, wet spank.

The vibration ripples across her sensitive buttocks, jiggling through her inner thiighs, which are tied so they are spread wide open for more rubbing and squeezing. Her sharp teeth clench harder and her breathing turns into gasps and groans. She clenches her yellow pussy canal shut, struggling to do something, anything, to stop her own orgasm being slapped forward by ties, binds, and gags. She opens her mouth to gasp, and it fills with a sexually-charged gag to bind her screams into muffles. Now, she can be tied down, spanked, whipped and ravaged and nobody will hear her muffle.

"OH GORK...." she gasps, struggling to just hold on. Hold on. Hold.... hold....... fffffffffuuuuuuuuuuccckkkkkkkkkk..............fuuffffffffffffff......

"And...here we'z go." Tweenk snaps his fingers.

Thot feels like her little, plundered body erupts in a explosive storm of hard orgasm hurricane. The word 'orgasm' isn't enough to even describe it. Not even 'cum'. More like a giant thunder-snap of all her muscles in her body, making her entire lower body lock in a charlie horse and her raspy little goblin voice scream so loud that her throat goes raw. The best way she'd describe it herself would be...fuck-engine bombsmash.

"I'M _ CUMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _"

Her entire deep canal thunders inside, clenching, locking, opening, shuddering, and shooting long jets of her creamy white cum into the air. She screams so hard that her throat goes raw and she almost passes out from the lack of air. Her toes curl and her legs get a mind of their own, thundering into spasms and muscle knots. She cums so hard that she even thinks she's cumming in her ass. Her back arches and her ass slams backward against the warm, pulsating rubbery trunk. She wants a spank. The plant obliges, sending a loud nasty wet ka-shplowwng! across her ass. She cums again, even before her first orgasm isn't even finished tailing off. One hard orgasm interrupts another. She screams hard, loving the feel of her hair being pulled and her head jerked back. She's being dominated, she's being plundered. Every inch of her body touched and tasted. And it's too late for her to escape being knocked up now. It's too late. And...she loves it.

A perverted little goblin smile spreads across her blushing face as she purposely struggles with all her might to fight the plant. She doesn't want to escape anymore, but she wants to feel like she can't. She wants to be pinned down, and taken. Taken, like a dessert on a platter. All her strength is nothing to the binds and ropes. Feeling how weak she is to it's strength sends another rippling whirlwind of hot, muscle spasm and wet spills all over her. Her entire body goosebumps and a hoarse scream echoes from her gagged mouth.

Her red eyes bulge open as she feels a new sensation. One she's been impatiently waiting on...penetration. The feeling of a thick, hard, slowly rotating cock shaped like a wide-headed mushroom, pushes against her open, dripping lips. She thrusts her hips fast and hard against it, wanting to be stuffed deep and full. With a powerful push, the mushroom head pops inside, sinking deep and slow up her canal while the head slowly rotates to push and press against every inch of her walls. Her eyes cross and roll into her head as drool begins running down her chin.

"MFFFGGGNnggGGGG!!!!" she groans in a filthy perverted delight. She rolls her hips forward, letting more push inside slowly. Her inner walls widen and choke the head. She spasms hard, cumming again. Green and white "nectar" spills and flushes out of her pussy and down her buttocks. She then feels a big, hard, hot rubbery head push against her small little buttocks. She's lost between wanting it and not sure if she wanted it.

Not her decision.

Thot feels the mushroom push between her buttocks, and mash against her tight, blue, puckered anus. It pushes, wet, sloppy and pulsing. She rolls her hips around, greedily lapping up the feeling of the rotating shroom inside her. But she arches her back and shoves her ass back, putting force on the anal invader. She feels a push against her tight clenched anus, then it begins pushing inward. There's a pain, and the feeling of her ring stretching. Widening. Painfully. Yet...pleasurably.

The mushroom head pops inside, making her grit her teeth and groan. Her anus locks down and she tucks her ass, thrusting away from it. Which only helps to pull it in deeper. It hurts. And feels so fucking gooood. She feels like a nasty bitch, and she's getting addicted to loving this feeling. She groans in discomfort as it sinks in deeper, but slowly. Very very slowly. A slippery, oily spurt sprays inside, making the entry easier and wetter. As her colon stretches around it, pain slowly begins to turn to just feeling full. And as her walls stretch around the fullness, being full turns to pleasure. She rolls her hips wide and hard, feeling the two penetrators rub against each other deep inside her body. She cums again, sending a torrent of milk to splash and spill out of her lips.

The huge plant pushes as deep in her as it can, making her feel like she's getting a broom pushed in her bellybutton. It begins spraying oily fluid inside, which not only makes the entire inside of vagina throb with a feeling of massaging pleasure, but a warm "glow" creeps up her spine. Her head nods limply as she drools and lets the plant's "spurt" relax her muscles and make her nerves throb in a pleasure unlike any other. At the end of her "vagina" is something like a spinchter closed shut. It pulses, then relaxes. Opening. Deep inside it is a pouch like a flesh vase, filled with her ovaries. The mushroom pops inside the tight little "sphincter" like a nail's head popping and being locked around the "neck". The tendril begins to swell bigger and bigger as she feels things like anal beads slowly chug up it's girth. She feels the same of the one up her ass.

"Unggg...." she growls "GET ME PREGNANT!!!!!"

The tendril in her pussy begins to pump and pulse, like a heart beating. Gently and slowly, from a slit in it's mushroom "head", a seed the size of a marble spills out in a torrent of fluid. It is hugged in her tight closed womb, then sucked and slips back deep up her belly. She feels the new planting inside her, sitting firm and secure in her belly. The shroom pulses again, sending another seed to make it's home deep in her womb. The feeling is beyond anything she's ever felt.

The long, pulsing, rotating "cock" up her anus pulses and chugs, sending a new orgasm to vibrate down from her colon and into her groin. As she thrashes and cums hard and slow, she feels something like an anal bead push inside and slip upwards inside her. She throws her head back and screams as the orgasm just cranks up in intensity. The bead slips up her colon as another bead pops inside. She feels them roll up her like rubbery little balls in her womb and up her bowels. The plant pulling her hair lets go, letting her roll her own head and grunt, groan and scream in a never-ending roller coaster cum fest.

"GMORKKKKKKKKUH!!!!" she grunts, feeling a third bead splip up her colon at the exact time another kbplumppsss up her womb. She starts screaming and thrashing her hips up and back, round and round, up and back. Like a hoola hooper having being electrified. "UNHGHH!!! UNRGHHRR!!!FUCK DAT!!! GAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!! FUGGIN'....UNGHHH!!!"

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== = = = = = = We dun't yooz shootas or sluggas. We use Twittah 'n' Hair Pullaz = == = = = = =

After three more screeching orgasms, and four more rubbery seed balls pushed deep inside, the plant's ravaging tendrils let her go and recoils around itself. Thot falls in a sweaty, cum-spilling wet heap that splashes into the warm, shallow water. Her ass feels stuffed and loose. Her pussy can't seem to stop leaking, but it's loose, and more than well satisfied and fucked. All she wants to do is pass out asleep.

Klitflik walks over, picking her up and carrying the grotess back to dry land from the shallow warm pool. Her stomach pokes out as if she's eaten too much. A cloudy stream of fluid that smells like flower nectar streams in snaking rivers down her thighs and drips off her big goblin feet. Tweenk rubs his hands against his chin and taps his foot so damn gayly. He thinks to himself deep and rubs her belly impatiently. His experiment has begun...

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