Orc
Rating: Adult
Theme: Body marking, Cum dumpster
Kinks: bondage Daddy/cub Incest Father son

"What's the matter, dad?" the dragon asked with a grin, stroking his thick shaft and spraying thick white jets of seed over the much larger, bound man. The warmth of it made the older dragon groan, struggling in his chains lightly, but he was silenced by a sharp smack on the man's cum covered rump. More of the thick seed dribbled from a well stretched ass hole, the bigger male panting as his own cock throbbed with lust. "In due time, papa. In due time. Before I get back to filling that ass cunt of yours, though, I need to cover every single inch of you... really claim ownership, you know?"

cool

Orc
Rating: Adult
Theme: Muscles, Pecs, Pec Fuck, Green Orc, Red Orc, Jungle
Kinks: Pec Fuck, Muscles, Outside, Orcs

Red fingers gripped hard against green muscle, almost tearing through the skin they were so aggressive. The man laying down in the leaves and sticks clearly didn't mind, however, simply growling happily and gripping the other man's hips. The red skinned orc gripped even harder, squeezing those powerful pectorals together and tightly rubbing them against his spit slicked shaft, the red, throbbing length still fucking the other's lips even as he enjoyed the muscle on either side squeezing it. "fuck... Nghg... AGhg... Karok... Fuck... Almost..." he grunted, almost a growl as he felt his balls surge. So close....

And then he'd have the pleasure to receive the same treatment... he licked his lips. His cock was already spilling a great mess at the thought.

Question: how would you define objectification?

Objectification is generally defined as degrading something to the status of an object.

Literal or figurative?

Either. I use terms that have some measure of double meanings for that express purpose.

Oh! OK!

Rating: Adult

Theme: Two teenage punks (Scrafty and Weavile) abuse a poor fellow.

Kinks: Facesitting, rimming, farting ballbusting, dirty talk, objectification (using the sub as an ashtray)

That's supposed to be a comma in between farting and ballbusting. .w.

The weavile sighed as he pressed his naked ass down harder on the whimpering houndour, the dire type pleading to be let go , only to receive a face full of noxious gas. The horror he felt as he tasted and smelled the foul, toxic odors made the poor canine howl against the sweaty cheeks, a sound only eclipsed by the painful burning sensation over his crotch as the scrafty tapped his cigar out over his balls. The ashes landed on the fire type's sensitive orbs and burned, a deep ache that made him redouble his screaming and crying... only to get even more gas forced down his throat. Down his lungs.

"That's right you filthy little cunt. You're our chair now. And all good chairs nowadays have little features like drink holders and ashtrays... WE've found the ashtray, Scraft, but where do you think the beer holder's at?"

Tapping even more ash down on the abused orbs, the scrafty shrugged, gripping at the smoldering orbs and squeezing. Hard.

"No clue. Maybe his ass can hold a beer or two..."

Ref: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4506418/ Gray werewolf on the left.

Rating: Adult.

Art: Bowser is getting fucked in his ass and I cum a lot, making him my bitch and he says: "I-I surrender Donovan, I'll be your bitch." (I know, long, but I want it right.)

Kinks: Cum inflation, hyper inside cock view and Dom control.

Just checking , but you know these requests are written and not drawn right?

No. But, it would be fun.

Oh! Orcs! He's being my bitch. Sorry, misread.

Now am I good?

General
themes/keywords: bestfriend confess, kiss, boyfriend
the idea its, your best friend in the orc clan confess he love you, but nobody can know about his feelins

"Martok? What's... why'd you ask me to meet you out here? Doesn't your tribe have a festival?"

Your best friend kicks at the dirt, illuminated only by the moon light. The both of you have snuck away from your respective villages, as you usually do whenever there's a chance to cause mischief, but this time it's different. This time, the much taller orc looks a lot more tense. You can see he's trimmed his beard more neatly than usual, and his tusks look even sharper. Polished, even, since you can see yourself in them. Just like you can see yourself in his big, blue eyes, set between a thick, sloping brow and a pair of pink tinged green cheeks.

Wait. Pink?

"Listen... I... I really you to know, but you can't tell a soul, all right?"

He looks so uncertain... almost scared.

"You gotta promise you don't tell anyone, or... well, my parents my declare a hunt on you."

"A wh... A hunt?! But wh-.."

Your shocked response is cut off by a strange sensation. Strong, hard lips pressing against yours. A thick, querying tongue just brushing against your own, the surprise making you forget to even clamp your mouth shut. Then, just as suddenly, those softer than you imagined lips pull away.

"I love you."

General/Mature/Adult - hard to say depending on how you want the outcome to be.
Themes - Both Meggido, snake and owl, about to fight against the bandits of orcs, same as last time, but this time a alternate ending (technically, there is no proof they won the last one but it was pretty obvious). This time they captured instead.
Kinks - Bondage, rape (optional, depending on how you want the outcome to be)

Sorry, this is essentially the same as last time and just doesn't make me feel interested in going through it.

Eh, I understand that, in that case I now know to keep new ideas for each one.

Request:
Rating: Adult
Themes: Captive gnoll begs to shift his objectification from ‘meal’ to ‘cock-warmer’
Kinks: Orcs, Captivity, Objectification, Bondage, Begging, Cock Worship, Increasingly Uncomfortable Cook-Pot

Question:
Out of all the popular depictions of orcs (movies, video games, novels, etc) which is your favorite take on them?

"Keep talking, I'm listening." the chef grunted, throwing another log into the fire. Now the gnoll was really starting to struggle, bouncing from foot to foot in the large cauldron, the bottom of it painful to his soft pads. He could feel himself sweating into the near boiling soup, panting from how hard breathing through the fumes of spices and steam was getting.

"Please... No one will notice... I'll be your private cock warmer. I'll suck and clean your dick no matter what you do with it. I'll live off your orgasms and won't ask for anything else. Please sir, please please please..." the captive whimpered desperately, struggling against the ropes around his arms. The chef simply chuckled, pulling back his loincloth and showing off his thick club of a cock, the scent and musk of it cutting through the soup haze to hit the gnoll like a fist.

"You want some of this, eh?"

"Y.. ughg... Please! I want to worship and pray to it like a god, I'll be the absolute best little cock puppet you could ever ask for!"

"Mmm... Keep talking. If you can get me to add.... special seasoning to the soup, I'll see about letting you out..."

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Personally? in ideology and aesthetics, it really is WoW's orcs that have my heart over all.

I certainly have to agree where aesthetics are concerned, Warcraft has always had very nice orcs!

Great snippet as always :D

I especially like how smooth and thick muscled they are, although a bit of hair and sweat is never an unfortunate sight. ;>
Glad you enjoyed it <3~

Musky orcs are always enjoyable ;)

Maybe they should feature in your next request ;D

rating:adult
theme: a orc shaman uses w bull for a odd ritual
kink:rape,cum gut,heavy stench,used as a seat,magic bondage,gagged with loin cloth

The massive bull once again grunted as it was forced through another orgasm, the magical rings keeping him from shoving off the deranged orc shaman from his own oversized shaft. Once more the thick bull cock spewed thick cream deep inside the sweaty entrance, the older shamanfinally slipping off with a wobble of his bulging gut. He smirked as he saw his prisoner try and whimper around the foul loincloth, a strip of leather that had absorbed months of sweat and cum in preparation for this moment. Climbing up higher and patting his heavy gut, the green skinned magic user grinned and planted his heavy, sweating ass directly over the wedged open jaws of his captive. He rubbed at his distended belly, the slimy cream of his prey mixing with his own nasty ass sludge and slipping down around and over the gag, staining it further and continuing down around it and into the minotaur's throat.

"That's it cunt..." the orc sighed, stroking his own hard cock, his nasty, funky sack laying down over the bull's nose. "Take in that taste... the perfect union of your essence and mine... and you'll help me finish this great ritual..." he said, groaning as he rubbed himself back and forth, grayish, cloying precum dripping from his green shaft and running down his fingers, down over the bull's face.

"Just a few more cycles and we'll be ready.... yeessssss..."