The orc walks into your home. It grunts, then fiddles with its shorts. Looking around it takes stock of your place. For human standards, it was pretty clean.
“Yep.. well.. this is gonna take some work to make homey.” He walks across your carpet, rubbing his dirty muddy feet in the carpet.
He picks up one of your best shirts. “It kinda lacks, that…” He wipes his underarms with your shirt, quickly transforming it in to a musk covered sweat rag. He drops it to the floor with a wet squelch. “that kinda ogre charm I’ve come to love.”
The ogre pushed its way into your bed room. He sniffs deep, inhaling the scent of the fresh smelling deotorizer you keep in there. He hates it. “Now this is a room that needs some stinking up!” he then did something incredibly cruel by your standards; he sits down on the very pillow you lay your head on, sitting his firm rear-end on your favorite, coolest pillow, the other side! The coldest part! How freakin mean. He rubs his but on your pillow, getting more comfortable.
“So, where were you... wait wait” he holds up his finger. From beneath him you hear him push out a low and rumbling fart, absorbed completely in pillow you’d be sleeping on. “ahh, ok. So where were you going anyway?”
"I was just..."
As you spoke, the orc looks at you, seemingly dissatisfied. His height still overtakes yours even as he sits down. He interupts you.
"Yep! I'm gonna have to change this boring scent you've got, kid!"
The orc lowers his loincloth and sighs as he begins to urinate on your room chair, soaking it in fetid yellow liquid waste. He groans with relief as he makes his fists and places them on his waist, letting his pee run freely.
"Hmm...still too clean." mumbled the orc.
The orc takes your other pillow and placed it into his loincloth. Then he starts to fart loudly, dousing the comfy pillow with the foul smell of his farts. You can only waft the stench away and plug your nose, groaning a little bit.
"Go on."
"Look, if you keep doing this, I'm gonna get really pissed off."
"And I should care about that...why?"
"Maybe I'll kick your ass!"
The orc laughs heartily and takes the pillow out his pants after blasting a trumpeting fart.
"Damn! That one felt too damn good! Boy, sniff my butt and tell me if it smells worse down there."
"NO!!"
"What?! How dare you--"
The orc charges towards you, insulted that you wouldn't take his request.
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