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Gro sat at the bar all alone that Friday night. The Half Orc had just had a long day. Not a bad one, just long. The TV was playing a rerun of some drag queen competition. Nobody in the bar was paying any attention though. It was late and only the regulars remained. During the early hours of the night, the bar was covered with strobing lights and rainbow flags as people dance the night away. Towards the end though, especially into the early hours of the next day, it grew quite. The strobe lights were turned off and the bar became more of a place for the regulars to sit and drink until they had to go home. Gro could already tell he was drunk. He was going to have to get a cab.

Gro was a fully grown 30 something half orc. He had green skin and black hair which he kept cut short and shaggy. He liked it that way because he didn't have to put any thought into his look. Wake up, go to work, come home, go to bed. He had a bit of a tubby build from working at a cushy desk job. That and not using his gym membership as often as he should. Despite his big build and the stereotype that orcs were rough and tough, no one found Gro intimidating. In fact people would often say he looked like a teddy bear. His coworkers would poke him in the belly because they knew he was ticklish. They would laugh and call him a cute teddy bear. The half orc knew that they were only teasing him, but he hated it. Like they were saying that he was a toy or that he wasn't somebody meant to be respected. Gro thought about telling them to stop, but something always stopped him. Every time he was going to say something, he would panic. And so he pushed it down and ignored it. And covered it up with distractions. Tonight was heavy drinking.

"Hey Kenny?" Gro said to the elf working behind the bar. "Why are people alway poking me?"

The elf did a double take and then broke out in a very wide. "Gro you dog! Do tell."

"Not like that!" Gro said. "All my coworkers say that I'm a teddy bear."

"But you are a teddy bear. What's wrong with that?"

Gro slumped down on the bar, covering his head and face with his arms. "I don't know." The poor drunk orc said.

"You know I can't hear you when you nest up like that right?" Kenny said while he went back to cleaning up the bar.

"Everybody keeps poking me like a dough boy. I'm an orc! I'm supposed to be tough!"

"Volume." Kenny said. "And that's a stereotype. There is nothing wrong with being the cute and cuddly type. And if it's bothering you that much, report it to HR." Kenny brought the orc a glass of water to help sober him up.

"I can't do that. They are just teasing me." Gro laid his head down on the bar. "Everyone would see me as the buzz kill of the office."

"Then quit complaining." Kenny said. The elf was an amazing mixologist. But empathy was not his strong point. Gro politely excused himself as he suddenly felt a well of emotion suddenly well up. He entered the bathroom and closed the stall before sitting on the toilet and breaking down into tears.

"Stupid stupid stupid." Gro said as he smacked himself in the face. "Why am i so worked up over this bullshit." After a few minutes of letting it all out followed by splashing his face with water a few times to make it look like he hadn't been crying, he left the bathroom. Everyone was leaving at that moment he left the bathroom. Gro didn't want to talk to everyone so he stopped to turn and read the event board. It was mostly filled with stuff about local bands and events. Gro had little to know interest in any of them but he pretended to be enamored with the content of the old cork board. He was getting ready to leave when one of the posters caught his eye. Was that an orc?

Gro ripped the flyer down and shoved it in his pocket. He then quickly paid his bill and downed another glass of water before rushing out into the cold night air. There was no way he was under the legal limit to drive but he headed to his car anyway. He needed the light in there to read the poster. He got in on the passenger's side so nobody would think he was getting ready to drive inebriated.

The poster was of an orc with red skin. He was wearing a loin cloth and a tribal necklace and was built like a tank. He was posed like he was getting ready to pounce on the viewer. The background was a jungle setting and at the bottom was a little paragraph of text.

Release your inner beast! The Brotherhood of the Orcs is seeking new members. If you are an orc interests in getting in touch with your tribal past, call today! Membership subject to review.

Gro read the lines on the poster again. Maybe he could become a tough looking guy like that to? Or at least tough enough for people to start taking him seriously. He pulled out his phone and called. After a few rings, he heard a message.

"You're calling Red. If you saw the poster, please leave a message with your contact details and a brief message why you're interested. You will be contacted back if we believe you are a good fit for our organization." The phone gave a beep to let him know it was recording. Gro had a brief moment of panic as words suddenly left him.

"Oh uh my name uh me er GRO! My name is Gro Rok-No-Rag. I uh...saw your poster and...oh god this is the worst. I uh, I'm interested in 'releasing the beast' like it says on the flier. I'm...I'm a good fit because..." Gro felt himself start to cry again. "I don't know." He said between sobs. "I'm just so sick of everybody poking me. I'm not a teddy bear. I'm a man!"

A tap at the window caught Gro's attention. It was Kenny the bartender.

"You can't sleep here." The elf said.

"I know I can't sleep here Kenny!" Gro screamed. "Would you just unclench for five seconds!"

The elf backed away from the window and headed towards his own car, leaving the half orc be. He held up his hand in the air and flipped Gro off as he left. Gro sighed and looked down at the phone only to see the call was still recording.

"You know what, just forget I called. I'm not worth it." Gro ended the call and got out of his car. He then called a cab and waiting by the corner.

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Red was sitting in his recliner, leaning back and relaxing. He wore no clothes, preferring to show off his built body that he had worked hard to achieve. The red full blooded orc spent an hour each morning working a different part of his body and ate a balanced diet to make sure he stayed in peak physical condition. He flexed his arms and toes. The man had a slightly hairy body with a healthy patch of hair between his pecks along with along his arms and legs and was a deep black like all orcs and he kept it long, reaching down his back. Normally it was tied in a pony tail but right now he had let it loose as it draped off the back of the recliner. Right now it stood in chair mode though in order to give the cute half orc sitting between his legs easy access to his veiny red dick.

Pok was a pale green skinned half orc. He wasn't nearly as ripped as the giant slab of grade a red orc meat sitting above him, but he wasn't that interested in being ripped. His slight frame was more then enough for him. His hair was spiked and had been bleached at the tips. Right now he was busy licking and nuzzling the cock in front of him. His soul patch tickling at Reds balls. Pok was only wearing a light pink jock strap which currently was tented from the attention Red was giving him. Red's large foot rubbed up and down the bulge in Pok's jock. Including Red and Pok, there were 5 orcs in all enjoying each other's company.

Sitting behind and to the left of Red was a tall skinny orc with slightly longer tusks then the rest. He had red hair and blue skin and was mostly smooth skinned with the exception of a small amount of red pubic hair. He stood at attention like a soldier his sight pointed forward. His dick also stood at attention underneath the pair of boxers he wore, showing that the scene taking place in front of him was having its affect on him.

Meanwhile sitting on the sofa across from them was a mammoth of an orc. His large stomach was the epitome of a beer belly. His skin was a mixture of blue and greenish. His tusks were short and stubby and he had a healthy stubble on his chin. His ears were on the small side compared to the rest of him though. His head was shaved bald and was shimmering smooth and was naked except for a soft fluffy blanket which covered his genitals.

Sitting on his belly was an orc that was the absolute opposite of the one that he lounged on. He had dark grey skin and was surprisingly small for an orc. His entire body fit on the big orcs belly. He had large ears that looked like those of a Chihuahua. They were covered in multicolored piercings all along the side. His body looked like it was almost too small to hold his head up. But what was even more disproportioned was the little ones penis. It stood erect and made it half way up his chest. He was currently half heartedly rubbing himself while he propped his head up with his other arm and lounging. He had no hair on his body except for a small Mohawk dyed green.

They all sat in a room that looked like it belonged in a fancy pants magazine spread. There sat a large entertainment center towards one side which all the windows were currently covered with black out blinds attached to automatic shutters. There was a mini bar that currently sat unattended but looked like it was stalked with all sorts of fancy beverages.

"So, shall we listen to the next message chief?" The blue one standing at attention said.

"Yes Biz." Red said.

Biz pressed a button on a remote. The surround sound speakers came to life.

"Hey, I heard from from a reliable source that you guys are running a special kind of club." A man said, his tone wavering back and forth like a guy in a bad porno. "Well I think that I would be a perfect match. I'll text a picture of my equipment for you..." Biz stopped the message from going forward.

"Wow." The small one on the couch said. "He seemed like a real piece of work?"

"Says the one who's currently absentmindedly jerking off on my belly." The large one said. He chuckled which unbalanced the small one for a moment.

"Hey, knock it off or I'm stuffing this thing in your mouth." The small one said.

"So I'm guessing that's a no from you Kit?" Red said.

"Definitely." The small one named Kit said.

"What about you Bastion." Red said looking at the other one sitting on the couch.

"Did he send the picture?" The big one said.

"I deleted it." Biz said.

"Booooo! I veto Biz."

Red looked down at Pok. "What do you think."

"Nuh-uh." Pok said with his mouth half full of cock.

"You know. It might be easier for the chief to concentrate if you saved that for later." Kit said. Pok suddenly pulled himself off Red's cock.

"I've had a really bad day today and this relaxes me." Pok said. He took a moment though to flex his neck before turning around so his back was against the recliner and he sat between Red's legs.

"It's okay. I gave him permission and he's keeping it on the light side so it's not too distracting." Red said.

"If you want, I can make you cum in 2 minutes chief." Pok suddenly said. A wicked smile suddenly crossed his face. Red jumped out of his seat as his face went pale.

"No thank you Mr. Hoover." Red said. "Last time I took you up on that offer, my dick was sore for a week."

The group started laughing. Even Biz with his overly serious look gave a chuckle. Pok went and sat by the other two on the couch. Meanwhile Red sat back down, adjusting his balls as his dick started to go flaccid.

"Why we doing this again?" Kit said. "The five us have a good thing going right now." He had stopped rubbing himself and had slid down into Bastions lap.

"I told you, I had a dream during my last meditation." Red said.

The three on the couch looked uncomfortable as they past glances between them. "Aren't you taking this whole tribal role play a little far there Red?" Kit said.

"Watch it." Biz said, his tone sharp. "That's Chief Red."

"Biz, don't worry. I know it sounds crazy." Red said. "I just got a feeling that some where out there is another brother who needs us. Besides, if I'm wrong and we don't find anybody, it just means we go back to business as usual. Deal?"

"Deal." The three on the couch said in unison.

"Play the next message." Red said. Biz picked up the remote and pressed the button again. A new voice emerged from the speakers.

"Oh uh my name uh me er GRO! My name is Gro Rok-No-Rag. I uh...saw your poster and...oh god this is the worst. I uh, I'm interested in 'releasing the beast' like it says on the flier. I'm...I'm a good fit because..." The voice on the line made a strange sound. Like a choke or a sob. "I don't know. I'm just so sick of everybody poking me. I'm not a teddy bear. I'm a man!" A weird tapping sound could be heard on the recording followed by a muffled voice. "I know I can't sleep here Kenny! Would you just unclench for five seconds!" The recording went silent for a few moments after that and then the man named Gro continued "You know what, just forget I called. I'm not worth it." The message ended after that and the room was eerily quite. All five of them looked like they had seen a ghost. Or heard in this case.

"What the hell was that?" Pok said. "That gave me goosebumps."

"Wow, what a sad guy" Kit said. "What is this weird sinking feeling in my gut?"

"He needs a hug." Bastion said. "Can I give him a hug?"

Biz looked to Red and Red nodded.

"That's him...isn't it." Biz said.

"Yeah." Red said. "What do you say boys? Shall we go on the hunt?"

End of chapter 1.