Dee's Humiliation
Foxes are generally well dressed, but some take it to the extreme. They prance about in luxurious silks dyed salmon to mimic the highest fashions of the noble houses. Put dapper little gloves on their soft and weak hands to cover their dark fur, and match them with velvet slippers good for walking nowhere but marble floors and plush carpets. They sport frilly collars wide as flowerpots for blossoming girly faces covered in perfumed and dyed fur all brushed and pinned with ivory petal combs. Fragile, gentle little fox flowers that exist to be admired and paraded, but never touched. So gentle as to wither at the slightest brush of breath.
Some generous people would describe such a fox as a dandy, perhaps going so far to say fop or coxcomb. Dee, being an orc, was not so generous as to think that about the specimen of fop-fox beside him at the bar. He was, however, willing to keep his mouth shut about it as long as the jingly pink purse the fox carried kept paying for his drinks! The potent imported alcohol sloshing past his tusks was richly flavored and helped drown the disgust at the girly fox's fawning plea for more tales of danger that a rough hunk of orc would know.
Dee was more than willing to spin more yarns of adventures and rough and tumble violence for the fox - somehow resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the feminine gasps of terror at the simplest elements of brutality. The alcohol helped build his tolerance too, but then the little sissy fox had to go and screw up everything by becoming a little too bold and laying his hand on Dee's bicep. With one glass of wine in his tiny body, the sissy fox was just too drunk to see the roiling disgust in Dee's eyes, and too tipsy to tell a pause pregnant with revulsion from an acceptance of the flirtation. The crawling feeling of the velvet glove falling on his thick thigh just sent the big orc over the edge of a homophobic rage and really, an orc in a rage is bad news for even tough foxes.
Glass shattered and metal rang as glasses and steins flew in all directions. The little frilly fox soon joined them in being airborne, already unconscious and significantly bloody. The bartender was next in line for a thrashing, being closest to Dee's hand, and the sensation of huge fingers closing around his neck literally terrified the piss out of the unfortunate lemur! Patrons scattered from the enraged orc, climbing over each other to escape. Quick to the fray and fighting the tide of furs came the City Guard, blowing whistles to call more to arms!
"Put him down!"
The piercing whistles cut through Dee's rage-clouded tunnel-vision, and with a growling sigh he released the lemur. The City Guard had shields, maces, numbers - and the backing of the government. He wasn't quite drunk enough to try fighting them - even if the scrawny cheetah Guardsman in the doorway looked a bit like a pushover. Instead, Dee flourished the traditional orc salute to authority and leapt over the bar for the backroom. His massive bulk ripped the hinges of the door and set everything into chaos as he drunkenly slid through the puddle of lemur piss and into the back. The bar across the rear entrance cost him precious time, but he managed to beat the Guard to the welcoming darkness of the back alleys.
Dee splashed through a puddle of piss and filth in the darkness of the alley, rebounding off the wall with a push of one thick arm. His heavy leather boots thudded on the cobblestones as he squirted into the broader street, blinking his eyes. The blazing mage lights bobbing along the streets tinged everything with a pulsing blue glow that was painfully sharp to his dark-adapted eyes. Against his instincts to avoid the light, Dee squirted across the street and into the opposing alley. Just in time, as a knot of guards rounded the corner with their whistles and maces. Even when sloshed Dee could stalk as well as most hunters, thankfully. Holding his breath, he crept deeper into the alley before sprinting any direction but the tavern.
A few blocks away Dee began to relax a bit. Guardsmen were troublesome, but for a little tavern terror couldn't be counted on to hound a man. He stopped to take a break against the side of some abandoned shop, unlacing his shirt to let the cool night air play through the curly hair of his sweat-soaked chest. Taking stock, the drunken orc had managed to find himself in a much more ramshackle section of town. Boarded up buildings and trash littered the landscape, some of the mage lights were dimmed or out - this neighborhood was on the way out. Just the way Dee preferred, crude and dirty. A nice change from perfumed silks and fag foxes. Idly, his huge mitts tugged on the door nearest him. Locked, but perhaps he could break it down and sleep off the booze inside.
His boots thudded against the wooden frame of the door as he started to kick it right off the hinges, green brow furrowed in concentration as he balanced on one leg. His focus was shattered by a sudden flare of light from the corner of his eye, way up in the sky. Dee's jaw dropped in shock - the sissy fox he punched out much have been important! A Guardsman on a drab government issue flying carpet was circling, casting mage lights into alleys in search of the green brute - and those glowing orbs were falling closer! Again, Dee was forced into a drunken run even deeper into the ramshackle collection of buildings.
Faded signs and tattered banners flashed by his vision as he darted past shut down shops, warehouses, and apothecaries. Left, right, dodging the flares of light by reflex like flaming arrows in a darkened wood. Loose cobblestones and random trash loomed from the darkness like snares for his drunken boots, threatening to liberate his teeth by way of a crashing fall. In desperation Dee flung himself at a flimsy looking door, not caring where it led! It smashed open, and through its mouth he sprung as if beyond lay a dozen orc ladies short of clothes and morals. Behind him the door swung back on a spring hinge, darkness falling over the fugitive orc like the welcoming veil of his pursuit's widow.
Outside, mage lights fell onto the cobblestones in vain.
Dee could not believe his luck, laying in the darkness of the musty long-shuttered building. By reflex, he held completely still for several minutes in the darkness to let the attention pass before rising to his feet and stumbling for a wall. His meaty hand thumped paneling, a sconce, something heavy balanced on it - which toppled. Blindly the orc groped for the slippery object which slipped through his clumsy fingers, shattering on the floor with a loud crash. As it split into fragments, the object let out a blindingly bright flash of pink that seared into Dee's eyeballs. Stunned, the orc reeled and stumbled on his own feet, landing again on the dirty floor. His muttered curses melted away with confusion when his blinking was met with more light as a soft pink glow filled the room.
"W-w-warning. D-d-damage to intake. Damage. Compensating. Compensating."
A voice rang out seemingly from nowhere, further confusing the already beleaguered orc on the floor. Stuttering, slurring, but rapidly becoming more coherent. It was certainly more coherent than Dee felt as he came down from the high of the chase into some seriously weird territory. "Client Intake now functioning. Thank you for dropping off your daughter," here the voice paused, like a man searching for a word dwelling on the tongue-tip, "Lady Caroline. We await your pickup." Dee shoved himself back up onto his feet as the voice spoke to the non-existent lady, looking around the small entry hall. The walls were covered in crumbling plaster, the exit door lay behind him, and ahead another door. On the wall beside it hung a magic mirror, as cheap enchantments were more economic than the real thing, which 'reflected' the room as brightly decorated as it once was. Included in that reflection was a feline lady dressed many years out of style, in the fashion of a nanny. "Come along, babe."
The reflection beckoned to Dee with her open palm of orange, face friendly but alarmingly dead, and the orc recoiled. He spun to spring for the door, his meaty fingers reaching for the latch to the outside. The Guard would be preferable to unknown magical constructs! His thick nails actually scraped the wood before his motion was arrested, as if he struck an invisible wall! "Let me fucking go!" He bellowed, throwing his considerable weight into his forward motion toward the door. Points of pressure, like many grasping hands, gripped at his body with the strength of iron chains. "No! Release me! Let me go you fucking ghost bitch!" Dee twisted his waist, aiming a kick at where the invisible hands might have had an invisible body and hit only air. His other boot lifted off the floor a moment later, dragged up by the unseen force. The orc bobbed in the air, carried aloft by the transparent magics. "GODS DAMN YOU ALL!" Dee screamed, and fought in vain as he was carried away from the door leading to the alleyway.
The door that led deeper into the building swung open invisibly like a yawning mouth, soft light spilling out from it to envelop the burly orc as he floated through its frame. The hallway within was lit with glowing mage lights, doubled by the enchanted mirror that ran its length. The crumbling plaster was whole and painted soothing pink in the magical reflection, contrasting with the deep green of the struggling orc's skin. "Where are you taking me? What are you doing?" He demanded, throwing his weight to one side, then the other. Froth ran from his mouth as he growled, his eyes rolling with panicked rage. His vision fell on the mirror, and he saw at last what bound him - the damnable apparition was standing right beside him! The calico nanny walked beside him with folded hands, while a number of calico nursemaids dressed plainly held him aloft! Only in the mirror could he see the hands he felt, the invisible and untouchable magical force outside his ability to effect! "I am not your charge! Release me!" Another door opened, and he was borne through it.
"Stop fussing, little treat." The voice purred out, now smoothed and feminine, in time with the pulsing of the pink crystals that rested in the room's sconces. It did little to reassure Dee, as the room he had been carried into was a nursery! Even faded and abandoned, the crib, changing table, and other accoutrements made it painfully obvious the purpose of the room. One wall was covered in its entirety by the an enchanted mirror, displaying the calico cat representations of the intangible power moving Dee. "Would but that you could suckle of me, to calm your fussing. Soon now, you will be dry and safe, little treat. Poor babe." The nanny cat gestured in the mirror, and invisible fingers played up the orc's body, tugging at his clothing. Dee groaned hoarsely, mouth dry and throat aching from all the screaming he had been doing. He pulled on his own limbs, trying to resist the spectral hands on him. "Hush now. Nanny is here."
The lacing for his shirt fell open easily, not resisting the magics that opened Dee up to the cool, musty air that flooded into the thick nest of his black chest hair. The gripping on his arms vanished suddenly, and he windmilled his thick limbs in surprise at the sudden freedom. "Yes! Now the.....ugh!" Pressure applied to his stomach and back suddenly as the roughspun hem of his shirt began peeling up and over his head. The thick smell of his own sweat and body odor flooded his nostrils as the scratchy fabric dragged over his face, blinding and gagging the orc momentarily. Dee's freedom was short lived, for the moment the shirt was over his head his thick wrists were firmly shackled again in the iron grip of magery. "Gods be, stop this..." He pleaded, quietly, his bared chest heaving as he sucked in an anxious breath. His wadded shirt floated across the room and went into a basket, borne by a calico nursemaid in the mirror's magical reflection.
Blood rushed through his brutish frame, surging to his biceps as he strained against the iron grip of the nursery's enchantment. "No, no...." The thick leather of his boots dented inwards, then pulled downward firmly. With a wet pop first one, then the other drifted off to join his shirt into the old basket. "Please, I'm sorry - really. I won't start another fight....just let me go, please!" His broad belt fluttered, then hissed as a reflected cat pulled it out from the loops sewn on his trousers. Panting and helpless, Dee could only watch as the buttons on his fly popped one by one, his heart thudding in vain to pump more blood to muscles that could not move! The rough cotton, stained with years of ale and blood earned in many tavern brawls slid down and off his mammoth legs. Even with the thick curls of his body air, the air felt cold against Dee's tough green skin as he was left in only his worn loincloth.
It wasn't until his pants came off that Dee discovered, much to his horror, that between the drink and panic a good portion of his pumping blood had been directed to the worst place. When the ties of loincloth fell open, his uncut green meat surged upwards. "Oh no, gods no...not now..." His words came out hoarsely as a dizzy spell stole over his head, blood draining to feed almost a foot of rich green orcmeat. Like a tree, Dee's fat shaft rose from his dense black bush, the long foreskin pulling back to expose the dripping helmet of his dick. Unable to touch himself, to even shift his hips, the thick orc-cock bobbed with the rapid thudding of his heart. His hot pre-seed dripped onto the floor, summoned up from the sensation of having all that clothing slid off to reveal it. Primal and stupid, Dee's cock couldn't tell the difference between a virginal maiden eager to be deflowered and an unknown mystical force! What a picture he made, floating invisibly in the air with his hard cock bobbing and dripping as he struggled weakly against the air!
His rapidly thudding heart nearly stopped when the cabinetry to his left swung open, revealing stacks of childcare supplies. Prominently featured were stacks of feminine pink diapers, sized perfectly for a bulky hunk of an orc. The calico cat reflection in the mirror spoke spritely. "Let us get you padded now, shall we?"