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Green 'Cake' On Display For a-lycotonum By Draconicon

"They better have some goddamn spirits in this place..."

Oraa growled under her breath as she restrained herself from kicking down the bar-room door, knowing that it would come out of her purse to have to replace it. The half-orc expected to be greeted by the normal rowdiness, the general cacophony of drunks and people that had to manage them.

Instead, she found herself facing a surprisingly orderly room, one that was filled to capacity, admittedly, but one that had everyone staring up at an empty stage. Only the servers and the barman seemed to be focused on anything else.

The olive-skinned woman shook her head, her leathers rustling against her as she stepped inside. If nothing else, at least it meant she'd be able to drink in peace.

As soon as she stepped across the threshold, however, her adventurer senses started tingling. She felt something in the air, an old magic, a strange magic, one that didn't quite match the stuff that she had fought in the wilds and among the cults.

Something was wrong here. Something was very, very wrong.

She slowed her pace, coming to a gradual stop at the bar as she sat down. Her eyes flicked back and forth, her tusks clacking against her teeth as she tried to think of what it could be. The magic was...similar, in a way, to some of the druid stuff that she'd found in the sacred groves. Had that same energy to it, that bouncy, happy, joyous shit that they kept staying was life energy.

To her, it felt like being high, and on the cheap stuff, too.

But it was something like that, something that was trying to make people happy, and it was like a weird head-tingle in the air, caressing and blowing along the back of her neck as she shook her head.

"Strongest thing you got, and quick," Oraa muttered under her breath.

"Right away, ma'am," the human behind the bar said, though he made no effort to move.

When he continued standing right where he was, she growled, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Hey, what's a woman got to do to get some service?"

"Just...quiet for a bit. Let the act start."

"I want a drink now, human. And when I say now, I mean now."

"Just...please, wait. We'll be fine in a minute. Let the magic choose -"

She stood up, slamming the chair back.

"I said - nnngh!"

As soon as she'd stood up, the magic struck. It was a damn motion-seeker, grabbing onto whatever was making a fuss. Was this stuff meant to keep people from causing trouble? Because it just made her want to...

Want to...

Nngh, it was hard to think. Hard to think with all the anger in her head. She need to calm down. But...but how...

Too heavy. Clothes are heavy. Take off your clothes.

Yeah. Shit. That made sense. Carrying all her gear, all her clothes. That'd make anyone tired. Take them off. Yeah, taking them off would make her feel much better.

Oraa reached over her shoulder, pulling her sword off her back and letting it clatter to the ground. The harness for it came off next, as did her pack. The more weight that came off, the better she felt, though she felt an odd sense of heat, too. Heat that was running up and down her back, filling her belly and then -

"Mmmph..."

She groaned as she felt the anger bleeding away, the heat in her head turning into a heat between her legs. Oraa had felt something like that before, too, and it was just as good now as it was then.

The half-orc grinned, stretching her arms over her head as the good mood was spreading through her body, her cheeks starting to redden through the olive color as if drunk. The crowd had turned to her, and she grinned at them, waving good-naturedly.

"Hehehe, you like what you see already?" she asked, turning around on the spot. The eyes. Oh, the eyes felt good. Especially in the sexy spots. "You wanna see more?"

"Oooooh yeah!"

"Get outta that leather, girl."

"Get those boots off and take a load off."

"Take off that top and shake those girls out."

"Off with the pants and wide with the legs!"

Yeah, they wanted it, alright. Oraa hadn't thought it was this sort of bar from the outside, and normally, she'd complain, but...

But there was something about the way that they looked at her, something about the heat between her legs. The less angry she was, the better she felt, and the more she fed that horny spot, the less angry she was. If she could keep feeding it...

Thinking wasn't her strong suit, but even the half-orc knew that it was better to be horny in the nude than it was to do it in clothes. She grinned as she grabbed at the front of her leather top. There were buttons, ties, everything that kept them shut, but she was too horned-up to care about taking it slow.

RIIIP!

And just like that, the leather came undone, the strips of it falling to the floor around her. She stepped through it, a fur bra the only thing keeping her breasts from being out in the open. Sweat droplets ran down her back, along the inside of her cleavage, and she panted as she stepped between the tables.

Some people reached out and slapped her ass, while others reached up and grabbed at her breasts. They were all eager to see more, and damn it, she was getting off on showing it to them.

If it wasn't for a well-tied loincloth, she would have ruined the leather at her crotch already with her excitement.

Oraa reached the head of the crowd, standing between the last row of tables and the stage. She turned around, grinning, smirking as she flexed in one pose after another. Her arms were tight, the muscles large, and her chest flexed and bounced with her movements, too.

Flex. Flex. Flex. Flex -

RIIIIP!

One more flex, and her bra came loose, ripping at the sides. Big green boobs came out to play, and she laughed with the audience as she reached up to grope them, squeezing them.

"Hahaha! You like a naked greenskin?!" she shouted.

"We love it!"

"You want to see more?!"

"Yeaaaaah!"

There was no need to make a show of it. Oraa strutted forward, stomping one boot down on a nearby table. One of the guys there, the one that had been shouting for her to take off her boots and take a load off, immediately lunged for it. As he untied it, she spread her legs, then spread them a bit further. The first rips started forming at her crotch, the soaked loincloth underneath starting to show.

She turned her body this way, that way, then pulled her other leg up as her boot was pulled free. He did her the favor of taking that one, too, and she laughed as he tried to put them to the side.

"Keep 'em, man! I'm a naked orc! I don't need clothes!"

Oraa threw herself on stage, throwing one leg in the air and then bringing it down in a fighting stance. She spread her knees apart, doing a standing split as her legs flexed, flexed more, and then -

RIIIIIIIIIIP!

Her thighs ripped through her trousers, exposing flesh that was already soaked with exhibitionistic arousal. She threw the fragments aside, some of the people in the crowd already fighting over them, huffing at her smell as she pulled the rest of her garments off.

Her loincloth was the last to go, thrown to the side and exposing a pussy that had become puffy with need, her dark pubic hair soaked at the front of her sex. She grinned, strutting forward, doing a lunging pose as she spread her sex apart for the audience.

"You like it?"

"YEAH!"

"Then show Oraa how much you like it!"

She sat down at the front of the stage, spreading her legs, licking her lips as she held herself open. She wanted the entire audience to see what she had to offer, and the audience did as she pulled her legs apart. Pussy, ass, everything was on display, and her fragrant fumes were already rising through the air, advertising that need to all and sundry.

"Get your asses over here. First come, first served. I need a mouth down there, and if you do a good enough job, I'll get your dick wet, too."

She couldn't have said anything that would have gotten them more motivated. As the crowd surged forward, the naked half-orc couldn't help but smirk. She'd come in here to get a drink, and now she was getting something much, much better for getting rid of stress. A fuck.

And a lot of fucks, if people here were half as good as they were eager.

As they fought to be the first person to shove a tongue up one of her holes, she imagined what might have happened if someone else had been pulled up to the stage. Maybe she'd be as lost to it as the rest of them. But she doubted it. After all, lots of humans in this crowd, lots of guys, and humans weren't the best -

"FUUUUUCK!"

She screamed as one such human finally got his tongue onto her, and she was amazed at how close she already was to cumming. As his tongue went deep, she huffed and puffed, knowing she wasn't going to last long.

The End