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From the Inside Out Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Beardbear

Dark times had fallen across the lands, embroiling everyone in heated battle. It had begun with the elves and the orcs, but both sides had drawn their allies into the fray. Human and dwarf blood spilled on the battlefields as well, the war raging from one side of the continent to the other. As the war dragged on, some feared that these dark ages would only end with the destruction of all. From the biggest battle to the smallest skirmish, it was a struggle for any advantage, for any method of victory. Any tactic, no matter how new or old, was utilized to its fullest... and still that wasn't always enough.

A heavy rain was falling across the silver hills, turning dirt into mud and creeks into raging rivers. Everything smelled damp and peaty, even Daron Nalbek. The dwarf stood at the edge of the river, his steely gray eyes studying the river. He stood four feet tall with a foot long beard, the black hair braided into several different beaded strands. His hair was wild, his armor firm and his muscles so large he was almost as wide as he was tall. Daron looked at the river with a sincere feeling of irony. For a dwarf whose first name meant burning raider, he wound up wet an awful lot.

A snapping of twigs alerted Daron to movement. He turned, bringing out his axe, lowering down in preparation to pounce, but as a massive figure lumbered through the trees, a good foot and a half taller than any human, Daron relaxed. The figure was an Orc, Grumrot, Daron's partner. Grum was quite strong and muscled, though he was a bit lither than many orcs. His hair was shorn clean off but he had a wild, thick black beard as well that grew out down to his collar bone, flared out like a lion's mane. His tusks were thick and yellowed, his eyes a soft violet color.

"Did you succeed?" Daron asked eagerly, moving forward.

"Partially..." Grumrot replied.

"What do you mean, partially?!" Daron questioned. The answer came in the form of a whistling sound. Twigs snapped as weighted bolos sailed through the air. The lines hit Grum and wrapped around him tightly. Daron lunged and dodged one, then another, but a third caught his legs. The lines ensnared him and he toppled forward before rolling over to loose them, though a faint green glow of an enchantment surrounded the weights, sinking into the metal before mouths appeared and the weights snapped at Daron, keeping his hands back.

While Daron tried to free himself, Grum had been hit by five more bolo and was still standing. The orc growled and snarled, trying to break free. The brush parted and several human soldiers entered. They looked brave for a moment before seeing Grum and soon they were trembling like the boys they were, pressed into battle when they were seventeen or eighteen, barely a year into the war. They were cold and wet and miserable... and completely outclassed by their commander. The plants seemed to bend out of the way as a commander arrived, his gold armor glistening cleanly. The sides of the battle helm had stylized elf ears, flaring up in large crests. Turquoise eyes gazed out from the helm as he surveyed the two, his hand at the ready, glowing with the primal magic of the elf mages.

"You two have led us on quite a chase. I take it you are responsible for the destruction of the lower levies washing out our supply roads?" The elf questioned.

"Actually, I think we have nature to thank for that, her being the one to rain and all." Daron grinned. The elf grimaced before looking at Grum.

"And what do you have to say for yourself, Orc?" The elf asked. Grumrot opened his mouth and let out a roar that vibrated through every soldier, saliva spitting and flying from his mouth, splattering one of the young soldiers. The elf shook his head, "I thought as much. We will have to be more creative with our methods of interrogation." The elf said, raising his hand. A wave of purple energy swept out, hitting Grum and Daron. Daron shuddered before passing out, but Grum slowly fell to his knees, then his side, fighting it for as long as possible before he passed out cold.

"Sir, what are our orders?" A soldier asked.

"Take them to the fortress, confine them. We have a lot to learn and they are our only leads." The elf said, turning to return the way he came. The soldiers moved to collect their prisoners. Daron was easily hoisted by two soldiers, but the rest looked at Grumrot with a great deal of concern over how heavy and large he was. Moving him was not going to be easy.

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Daron's eyes snapped open as consciousness returned to him, though he made no other move. It was usually best not to alert one's captors to their state of consciousness. Daron looked around slowly, realizing he was bound to a wall, chains tight around his wrists and ankles. Grum was right next to him, slumped and deep asleep still. Orcs were hard to take down, but once they were down, they tended to be down for the count. It was one of the advantages Dwarves had, at least as far as Daron was concerned.

The dwarf's eyes scanned his cell. Thick stone blocks, small candles, fire proof mortar, steel bars and guards just beyond playing cards. Three humans and one elf, their cards flicked out across the table as ration coins were bartered. Daron studied the guards. Young, just like most of the human armies. Even the elf was young... which was rather fortunate for Daron. The lack of experience was the greatest weakness of any tactical situation. Daron stretched a bit, putting on a fake yawn. Two of the guards glanced over, watching the dwarf for a moment before returning to their game. Daron watched them a bit before he started to smack his lips, making them sound dry.

"My, I'm rather parched... You boys wouldn't want to help an old man get a drink, would you?" Daron asked.

"It isn't time for our water rations yet." One of the guards murmured.

"It's raining like piss from heaven outside and you have rations? That's mighty sad, but it's also sad to think I'd want something as paltry as water, not when there's some mighty fine grog so close at hand." Daron smiled. One of the humans turned slowly, his eyes lighting up.

"You have grog?" he asked, licking his own lips.

"Well, my friend here does. You see he shares his grog and I share my pipe weed and we get along pretty well." Daron said, shifting his torso a bit before nodding, "Yep, still have it." He mused. The guards looked to one another.

"Well... it isn't breaking rations if he already has it." One guard said eagerly.

"It could be some kind of trick." Another replied.

"Trick or not, we were supposed to confiscate everything." The third said.

"Well, if we all share, then there won't be anything to confiscate." Daron said. The elf slowly rose to his feet, moving over to the cell, gazing in at the dwarf.

"So... you would imbibe it all too?" The elf asked suspiciously.

"I'd imbibe it all myself, but I can't do that chained up so I'll gladly share in order to get some at all." Daron replied. The elf considered. It was unlikely the dwarf would drink poison just to poison his guards. He reached to his belt and drew out the keys before he unlocked the bars and moved in, walking over to Daron. He reached into the dwarf's leather jacket, feeling around before he pulled out an old pipe and a water proof satchel. He opened it up to see the rich aged brown leaves that made up the dwarf's pipe weed. He closed the satchel and moved over to the orc, reaching in before he felt something, a metal case. He pulled it out, revealing it to be the largest flask he had ever seen. It had to be at least half a gallon, if not more.

"Whoa..." The human guard murmured softly in awe. The elf removed the lid from the flask and brought it to Daron's lips, making him drink. Daron closed his eyes, wrapping his lips around it, gulping down the grape flavored drink, the burn going down his throat feeling awfully good. As the elf took it back, he sighed with relief.

"Thank you." Daron said softly. The elf said nothing, carrying the flask and pipe kit out of the cell slowly, setting them down on the table before he closed the cell bars. Daron shifted a bit, "I'll get to have some more, right?" Daron asked hopefully.

"As long as there's enough to go around." The elf smirked, picking up the pipe, packing it with the pipe weed. The human guards each tried to snatch at the flask, all but fighting over it before the lid went toppling across the floor and one tipped it back. The thick purple drink spilled over his lips, staining them, washing around his mouth before sliding down his throat. He murmured as a warmth filled him, satiating the thirst he'd had for some time. He felt stronger and more able bodied than ever before. Even his muscles seemed to firm, but no sooner had he taken his second gulp before the flash was taken by the next guard who drank it down, some running down his chin as he swallowed greedily.

From his place in the cell, Daron watched with silent glee as the first guard's ears started to rise into points, then the second's. As the human removed the flash head from his mouth, the rim bumped his canine teeth, longer than he was used to. The last human guard took the flask and began to guzzle some down, but Daron's gaze had shifted to the elf guard and the pipe hanging from his lips. He had packed the bowl carefully and had ignited the leaf with a fire spell. He puffed away, drawing the smoke up the stem and into his mouth, holding it there before he expelled it slowly.

The smoke curled around the elf's blond hair, slowly darkening it, taking on dishwater tones, then a soft brown. His fair, pointed nose widened slightly, his ears blunted some and his lips thickened. The smoke was so sweet and spicy, so potent. He couldn't stop himself. He kept puffing away, lowering into his chair, lulled into a daze. The three human guards had continued to fight over the flask, though as they did they used their words less and grunted more. Their ears were as large as the elfs', their lips were thick and tiny tusk nubs were pushing up from their lower jaw. Their soft hair became more wiry and their muscles thickened, their armor getting tight.

Daron moaned softly, feeling a bulge forming in his pants as he saw his work coming to fruition. The tall and lithe elf was starting to shrink, his vertebrae compacting, his legs and arms shrinking. Despite getting shorter, he stayed just as wide, seeming more built every second. His hair seemed to have shifted completely brown as he puffed away, but the most profound change came as his hairless chin grew its first hairs. A scraggly patch of brown pushed out along his chin before it crept up along his cheeks, growing to his hairline. A brush of hair pushed out of his upper lip, dropping down over the pipe stem as he drew in more and more smoke

The elf's grip on the pipe tightened as his fingers thickened and his palms strengthened. His clothes had grown baggy around him, sagging on his shoulders. The neck of the shirt sank lower enough to reveal the soft curls of brown pushing out of the shrinking elf's chest as he enjoyed a good smoke, sinking lower in the chair. It was quite the opposite change to the one the guards were undergoing. While the elf shrank, the humans had been growing taller and wider in every way. Their armor rode up, revealing their stomachs and the thick wiry hair of their bushes. Even their pants looked more like shorts as ankles spilled out from cover. Their tusks grew up taller along their faces, but most surprisingly of all was that their skin was taking on a greenish hue before the color grew stronger.

The orc currently with the flask took a big draw from it, gulping down the ale as thick black hair pushed out of his cheeks to form mutton chops. The flask was stolen from him yet again and he let out a belch, his stomach bulging larger. The armor clasps snapped around his sides and the armor suddenly got loose, making more room for his belly. The second changing guard slurped down the grog eagerly, a more even layer of brown hair growing out across his entire face. The last changing guard to get the grog gulped at it, one hand massaging his groin, the other holding the flask to his thick lips. Black hair pushed out of his chin at an astonishing rate, growing out like a snake coming out of a burrow. The long tuft dropped down a foot in length before it slowed.

The former elf smiled happily as he finished the bowl of the pipe weed, his legs dangling on the chair, no longer tall enough to reach the floor. His delicate features were gone, replaced with the compact strength and tightness of a dwarf body. A medium length brown beard hung from his head and he grinned slowly, looking around, seeing the three huge orcs before him and how appealing they were. He murmured, his own groin tightening. A sudden snort from Grum caused all of the guards to look into the cell. The huge orc murmured before his eyes opened and e looked around sleepily. Daron rolled his eyes before looking to the former elf.

"Care to help a brother out?" Daron asked hopefully. The new dwarf grinned, his hand moving to the ring on his belt, retrieving the cell key.

****

The storm continued to rage outside, the rain coming down harder than ever before, but in the fortress kitchens it was a far different story. Huge pots bubbled with carrots and peas. Bones were boiled to get every drop of broth out and meat was added sparingly. An army marched on its stomach and every soldier needed something to put in it. Being a royal cook as no easy task, though the humans took great pride in it. They moved to and fro, cutting vegetables, tasting the progress, adding salt and tending the fires. The smells wafted up into the rafters above the kitchen and dining room... rafters where Doran sat.

The dwarf knew that they needed a bit more of an advantage before they pressed onto their true objective, and few places were better to start than the kitchen. He reached down to unbutton his pants, drawing them open. He reached in and withdrew his thick, hot slab of cock, stroking it off with his hand. He kept silent, though he wanted to call out in bliss. His meat was so hard and thick. The mushroom shaped head was almost purple with arousal. The bearded dwarf imagined all the glorious beings he had changed in his life and soon his cock began to dribble.

Streams of precum fell from the rafters and dropped into the pots, boiled around inside the hot water but losing none of its potency. As the chefs returned, Doran bit his lip to try and wait, to hold on, not to drip anymore. The elder chef was twenty five years old, his black hair only down to his ears. He dipped a ladle into the soup and brought it up sipping at it. It tasted a bit saltier and spicier than he imagined, but it was rather good. He licked his lips, unaware that soft black hairs were growing out of his upper lip. He turned to go get more meat stock and the other chefs moved over, getting a small taste themselves.

Doran watched as one of the chefs started to shrink in place, his clothes getting baggier. The other stayed the same size but his features stated to change. His ears got fatter, his nose wider, his jaw thicker. He let out a quiet moan before he moved to chop more vegetables. With their backs turned again, Doran worked his rod furiously, not wanting to hold back at all. He shivered as he forced himself so hard and fast, but he was rewarded with thick jets of creamy sperm. The white fluid splattered down into the pot, the sound muffled by the bubbling, though several squirts dribbled down the outside of the pan as well, even landing on the ladle.

The dwarf cringed as one of the humans turned back to the pot. Doran aimed his shaft at his chest, spraying himself with his excess seed so as not to draw attention to himself. The elder chef grabbed the ladle to taste again before he spotted the white cream on the wooden spoon. Thinking it partially melted butter, he brought it up to his lips and began to lick it, though as he did he moaned sharply, chills of pleasure ripping through him. His mustache grew out thicker at once, his cheeks bursting with hair next. His legs started to contract, his arms going next. As he shrank, his belly seemed to bloat out, his chest tightening around his midsection.

The other two chefs turned, their eyes widening as they saw their leader changing. Doran knew he had to be more proactive. He tilted his cock and unleashed his full force in a rain down across them. Cum splattered their faces, hair, shoulders and chests. Some even hit their lips, the young men involuntarily licking their lips clean before they were subjected to the same changes. As the younger chefs started to grow thick beards of brown and blonde, the magic started to take a slight change.

The older chef, as supervisor and senior to the junior members, began to feel some other change rip through him. His muscles bulged wider even as he grew shorter, and a soft streak of white appeared in his black beard. The chef tore at his clothes, casting them aside, wrapping both hairy hands around his cock to jerk himself off. The lead chef waddled over to the pot, aiming his cock up at it as he jerked off, feeling his orgasm approaching even as he continued to change.

Doran watched in awe and surprise as the lead chef's beard turned entirely white, the color spreading to his hair. He had the face of a twenty five year old but the beard of a sixty year old. The hair got thicker and loner and more white hair pushed out across the chef. Doran was surprised, but it wasn't a bad look. Really, it was the best of both worlds. The younger dwarves were soon humping and grinding against their leader, but he hadn't lost his focus. Doran still gazed at the lead chef, realizing that the magic had interacted with his position as leader, his station... and if it could do that to a chef, it could do that to a general. Doran grinned wide before he dropped down from the rafters, landing on his feet.

"Be sure all the men get a good helping." Doran said.

"Yes sir!" The three dwarf chefs replied, starting to cum their own pants in overwhelming lust. Doran smirked and turned, moving out of the kitchen just as the armory door burst open. A naked orc with a Mohawk and a long goatee clattered to the hallway floor, covered in sperm and looking delighted with life as Grumrot emerged, his hands holding several stone cuffs. Doran grinned.

"Did you have fun?" the dwarf asked. Grum nodded eagerly.

"The guard was very helpful." Grum replied. Doran was about to take a step before he realized that the orc guard was licking his boot, looking up with wide eyes, eager to please any male. Doran sighed before he offered his dwarf cock up to the guard. The orc wrapped his lips around the shaft and sucked on it messily bobbing his head up and down.

"I see what you mean." Doran said, petting the orc's Mohawk, "The generals have rooms at the far corners of the fortress... We should split up so neither of them have an advantage on mounting a defense." The dwarf said.

"Sounds good." Grum nodded. Doran closed his eyes and came again. The orc guard gulped down his seed before he all but fell off the cock, landing on his back in the hall, panting desperately for breath. Doran and Grum turned, heading in opposite directions. Despite their lusts, they still had work to do.

****

Thunder rumbled across the heavens, coming through the narrow slit windows into the general's quarters. General Josiah Smith had the distinction of having the most victories of any human general in the alliance, but Yulan's ambition was impossible to keep up with. He took more risks than any elf Josiah had ever met before. Strategy sessions became damage control to shore up defenses as Yulan planned one dangerous attack after the other. The general stood at his table, looking at the map. He ran his finger along the drawing of the Cobalt Mountains, the heart of the battles. The war had been running so long, it was hard to remember how they had even started...

Josiah sighed and moved away from the table, pacing slowly. He was getting on in years; forty eight. His temples had a bit of gray in them, his chin had a thick scar. He was tired of keeping up, of filling in the gaps. He wanted glory, he wanted pleasure. By peace or victory, Josiah was ready for something new. The general moved over to pour a small amount of whiskey into a tumbler to calm his nerves, but as the door to his quarters burst open, the tumbler fell to the floor and shattered.

Josiah turned, withdrawing his sword from its hilt. A long shadow fell across the floor of his room, made even more distinct as the lightning flashed, but as Daron appeared in the door, Josiah chuckled slowly. The idea of a dwarf assassin amused him. He moved forward, swinging his sword for Daron's neck. Daron lifted his hand and a bolt of fire shot out. Josiah blocked the blast with his sword, which absorbed the energy of the spell. Daron grunted before he moved both hands. The stones rumbled beneath the general's feet before sinking. Josiah had to drop his sword to grab onto the side and pull himself back up, but as soon as he was up he did a sweeping kick, hitting Daron squarely in the chest. Daron went skidding across the ground before rolling onto his feet as the general grabbed his sword. Both were winded.

"You put up a good fight for an old human." Daron said.

"You haven't even seen the start of it... One day you'll regret everything you have done. We won't rest until all magic has been stripped away from the dwarves." Josiah hissed.

"Then you won't rest for a thousand years." Daron said, lifting his hands. Josiah stumbled back as he was hit with something he least expected; pleasure. Josiah moaned softly as his nipples hardened and his shaft began to thicken. Daron advanced forward and Josiah backed up until his back was against the book case. He grunted sharply, his sword soon clattering to the floor, his hands flexing slowly as hair grew out from his knuckles.

"What are you doing?" Josiah asked sharply, panting more as his eyebrows thickened. The gray in his hair started to grow out, taking over more of his dark brown hair before the gray turned white. Even the hair on his knuckles lost color.

"I'm achieving victory from the inside out." Daron whispered, increasing the strength of his spell. Josiah moaned sharply as the hair on his arms grew thicker and lost all pigment, the hair on his legs following after. He could feel a brushing of white against his chest, tugging at the shirt, sticking through the layers. Josiah was overcome with pleasure, but at the same time he couldn't let the dwarf win. He pushed forward, moving to strike Daron. Daron slashed his hand and an invisible force cut through the general's shirt. It slipped off and fell to the floor, revealing a surprisingly hairy torso, one that grew hairier by the second. A forest of white spread across his pectorals almost like fur, a thick stretch of white dropping down his stomach and delving into his pants.

"You can't... do this..." Josiah panted. Daron grinned wide.

"I already am..." The dwarf said, moving to slash again. This time the general's belt snapped and his pants fell, revealing his uncut member and his hairy balls. Josiah was stunned, standing there in shock. Daron charged forward and jumped, tackling the general, knocking him to the floor. As his naked body hit the stone, Daron moved to kiss the general, forcing his tongue into the man's moth. Josiah grunted and fought the kiss, but he felt his face tingle as a thick, bushy white mustache grew down over his lips, meshing with Daron's 'stache. The dwarf began to hump and grind against the general like a feral beast.

Josiah tried to fight the changes, but as his groin expanded and swelled, the hair thickening, he couldn't resist much longer. His tongue slowly started to work back against Daron's, his lips gently pursing against the dwarf's. He knew if anyone caught him, he could claim to be enchanted. After all, the dwarf had used magic... Slowly Josiah started kissing back more eagerly, returning the humps, their groins rubbing. The changing human moaned in need, his hands moving to start unhooking Daron's armor. Daron grinned as his pants were lowered, his thick cock slapping against the general's. Soon they were humping against one another, their meat rubbing tight.

Josiah continued to get more into the kiss as his cheeks grew white with stubble. The stubble started pushing out, but so did the hair on his head. All the black had disappeared from it, giving him a mane of ivory white. Josiah grunted sharply, feeling his body continue to compact. His spine, his legs, his arms. They all shrunk. Only his hands and feet remained the same size. As Josiah shrunk and his beard grew, Daron broke the kiss and sat on the general's chest. He reached down to take a hold of the general's growing beard. The hair pushed out inches at a time and Daron got to work, starting to braid the general's white beard.

The general moaned sharply, feeling almost as much pleasure from his facial hair as he did his cock. The dwarf continued to hump him, but Daron gave the general a fine braid down the center of his beard before working on smaller ones on the side. Josiah moaned deeply, shrinking to five feet tall, then four and a half. As he shrank, the hair on his body compressed tighter, hiding the skin beneath. His white hair, beard, and body hair looked almost like fur, rendering the shrinking human to resemble a small polar bear... though his broadening nose and thick lips made it clear he was becoming a dwarf.

As the general and dwarf reached the same size, Josiah couldn't hold back anymore. He grabbed Daron's hips and lifted him up. Daron grunted in surprise before he felt a hard cock impale his ass. The dwarf writhed on the hard meat inside him before he started bouncing up and down on it. Once more the two met their lips tightly, kissing eagerly. Josiah had force, power, conviction. All his traits as a general had been amplified as he became a horny, gay dwarf. He fucked Daron hard just as all good soldiers deserved to be fucked. Daron writhed and grunted sharply, putting the last finishing touches on the general's braided beard as they kissed and fucked. He started to constrict his ass muscles, bringing Josiah to the edge. Josiah fucked deeper and harder, trying to maximize his pleasure but before long he tipped his head back and screamed out in delight, unable to hold back in the slightest. Their moans echoed down the hall, falling on deaf ears as the orc guards outside made out and fucked each other silly, blind to the duties they had as humans.

****

On the other side of the fortress, Yulan had settled in for a relaxing night. His gold armor had been polished by his servants and laid out for the next day. A cauldron bubbled with a potion he might need, and the elf was completely relaxed. He sat in a chair, sipping his wine, garbed only in the finest silks. He already knew the next day would be fantastic. The prisoners would stew over night before he grilled them and learned all their secrets, breaking the back of the orc defensive line. Nothing would stop him... and the best part was that he would get a good night's sleep before it all as well.

Yulan stood up, moving over toward his bed, his blond hair flowing over his shoulders like a waterfall. He unbuttoned the top of his silk robes and pulled it off, hanging it up by his bed before he climbed in, drawing his covers up. He rested his hands at his sides and let his turquoise eyes slip shut. He rested there, the sound of the storm in the distance. With all the rumbling, he thought nothing of the slight shifts and groans around him... at least until he felt cold stone wrap around his wrist. Yulan's eyes slipped open to see a massive orc standing at his bedside. Yulan tried to send a wave of fire from his right hand, but the magic fizzled out as it reached the stone cuff. Yulan thrust his left first forward but Grum grabbed it and hoisted it up, deflecting the blast away from himself as he slid a second ring into place. The fire sputtered and died away; leaving Grum to wing his leg over the bed and straddle Yulan.

Yulan grunted in shock at being pinned in his own bed, but his disgust only increased ten fold as he felt a hot, wet substance soaking through his pants. The elf general looked down to realized that not only was the orc naked, but his log sized cock was leaking all over him. The elf hissed and grunted, trying to shake Grum off, but it was already too late. The hot slick soaked his elf cock and it started to throb and grow harder, tenting. Feeling the firmness, Grum started to grind and hump the elf, pushing him into the bed tightly. Yulan moaned, trying to escape, though some small part of him felt good with so much body weight on him.

Grum leaned down, his thick tongue emerging to lick at the elf's chin. Yulan cringed, pulling his head away from the beast, but each slurp had left the elf's skin a bit more green, a distinct stripe covering his chin. Having been pushed away from the licking, Grum wasted no time going in for the kiss. He forced his lips to Yulan's and plunged his fat tongue inside. Yulan almost gagged on it, though the saliva coursing into his mouth tingled softly, causing the elf's tongue to swell thicker as well. Yulan was disgusted and tried to bite Grum's tongue, but Grum snapped it back into his mouth, pulling back. Yulan panted with rage and arousal, his chest rising and falling, his bottom lip pushing forward as two small tusks pushed up out of his lips. Grum grinned.

"What is this, you filthy beast? You take pride in this?" Yulan asked.

"Very much so." Grum replied before he moved to bite the elf's neck softly. The elf squirmed and grunted in shock, though his achingly hard cock only seemed to grow tighter at the experience. Yulan growled sharply, his tusks growing thicker, his nose slowly widening as his fat tongue dominated his mouth even more. Yulan's fingers balled up into fists, though his fingernails seemed to grow thicker and longer just before his fingers fattened as well. Still, the elf wasn't going to go down without a fight. Yulan summoned all the energy he could before he head butted Grum. A bolt of energy struck the orc and threw him off the bed, landing squarely on the floor. Yulan staggered off the bed and stumbled, no longer balanced or graceful.

The elf's bare feet smacked the floor as if he had over-sized shoes on, though they were bare. His arms seemed longer, weighted down by the stone cuffs. He roared before he drew his foot up to stomp at Grum with magic, but Grum quickly slid on another cuff to the foot, chaining the elf to the bed. Yulan let out a squeak of shock as the orc sprung up to his feet effortlessly and gave the elf's chest a shove. Yulan fell back onto the bed before Grumrot grabbed him, rolling him over onto his stomach.

Once again Yulan had the air knocked out of his lungs as the orc straddled him, this time his rear. The orc grabbed his partner's pants and tore them open to reveal his hairless, smooth bubble butt. Grum started to slide his shaft up and down the elf's hairless crack, his pre drooling into the cleft and all over the cheeks. Tiny black hairs grew out as the skin turned green, the cheeks hardening with new muscle, the hips widening slowly. Grum brought his hips forward, tilting ever so slowly before he thrust into Yulan, spearing the elf deep into his body. Yulan cried out in a mix of shock and pleasure, feeling disgusted at what he had been reduced to, but that shock was nothing compared to when he saw his fingers turning green.

Dread ripped through Yulan as he realized what was happening. He tried to force the orc off his ass, but the beast was just too big, and his taint was spreading. Yulan moaned, his tusks pushing up higher from his lower lip, his thick tongue craving salt and grease. His fingers dug into the blankets of their own volition and the bite on his neck turned green before the color spread quicker and quicker. Grum continued to fuck Yulan, sliding deeper and deeper into his widening ass. For every inch of his cock to slide in and out of Yulan, the elf's body was growing at least an inch somewhere else. His flat stomach began to stretch and round, his pecs thickened out, his arms bulked up, yet every bit of strength he gained was still not enough to dislodge the orc on him... and worst of all, the elf was starting to enjoy it.

Yulan panted hard, especially as the orc started to hit his prostate with the head of his green cock. He drooled slowly as the waves of pleasure ripped through his body more and more. Yulan pushed himself up onto all fours, but that was as far as he got. He panted deeper and deeper as his belly rounded out more, filling with fat and muscle, forming a small muscle gut. His pecs sagged as well, taking on even more fat than muscle. Dangling between his legs, his hard cock swung like a pendulum, growing longer and thicker with every moment. Even the elf's balls were swelling, growing to the size of oranges. The green splotch on his neck spread out around his throat and crept up his chin, connecting to the stripe that Grum had licked there before. Even the elf's pointed ears thickened, growing tougher.

Grum drooled and panted hard on Yulan's back, leaning down to bury his face in the elf's pretty hair. The saliva seemed to paint the hair, the blond turning black before the color spread out quickly. The silk-soft hair got rougher as the color spread, creeping into the roots before spreading across his scalp. Strand by strand, more and more of his long hair turned raven black. Grum grinned, fucking Yulan harder, enjoying him being on all fours. The elf twitched and panted as his feet spread longer and wider, the heels expanding more and more. Grum's thick hands roamed over Yulan's body, caressing his rounded hips, giving them a squeeze as they tightened up with muscle... but his most distinct change was yet to come.

Dull throbbing aches spread through the elf's back, arms and legs as his limbs expanded, growing and thickening in all directions at once. His once organized mind became a chaos of sensation and feelings, of drives. A strange, brawny pride filled him, making him desire himself, to see himself grow even larger. One hand moved to caress the rounding slope of his muscle gut as his cock grew even larger, the drooling head turning bright green as the color swept all over him. It covered his face his chest, his arms. Color spread from his groin and ass and spiraled down the general's legs.

As the green pigment spread, it looked less like Grum was fucking an elf every moment. He had the size and features of a smaller orc already, the green skin tone really cemented the appearance, though Yulan was far from done changing. To keep up with his belly and chest, the former elf's rib cage expanded and his shoulders widened. With wider shoulders came a wider neck, and with a wider neck came a thicker skull. The bone became denser, his brow ridge thickened, his jaw squared off and his cheek bones bulged out. The effeminate features of the elf melted away as brutal orc bone structure made itself dominant.

Drool ran down over Yulan's thick lips, his tusks tall and proud, and his tongue hanging out. His eyes no longer glinted with the mischief of the elves. He had surrendered to the pleasure of his ass, to the dominance of Grumrot. He moaned and panted before he lifted his head and howled, his balls seizing up and his cock spraying out his thick orcish seed. As Yulan roared and moaned, thick black whiskers pushed out of his cheeks and jaw, pushing down into a thick chinstrap beard. He continued to roar, the sound carrying through the halls, his ass milking Grum's shaft, and Grum's shaft responding.

Grumrot clung onto Yulan, the two orcs now the same size. The dominant thrust in deeply into Yulan, grinding like mad as the muscles quivered around his cock. It was a powerful embrace to say the least. Grum twitched, moaned, and then joined in the mating call as his cock spewed forth rich seed, filling Yulan with it, filling his depths. The two continued to fuck despite their orgasm, making lewd wet noises as they came together, Yulan's muscle gut dragging on the bed. He was huge and proud and very full of lust. Grum grinned, proud that he'd made such a fine orc, knowing the best was yet to come.

****

Night had come and gone, filled with a symphony of moaning, of groaning and grunting, of slobbering and cumming and the sounds of ultimate pleasure. The fortress had been dominated. Where elves and humans had once roamed, now orcs and dwarves stood guard. The air was thick with pipe weed and musk and the cups overflowed with every form of ale at their mercy. Those changed by Doran and Grum had gone on to change others, and as the sun rose there was not a single alliance soldier left. It was a proud day for the confederation, but after a night of vigorous sex, there was still one task to do.

The door to the outer walls eased open as Yulan strode out, his massive feet gripping the stones beneath his soles, a leather loin cloth unable to hide his full, monstrous growth. His belly was covered with a trail of fur and his beard hung down in a sheet. Turquoise eyes gazed out over green cheek bones as he saw the rising sun. The heavens were pink and silver, the clouds thinning out. Rays of sunlight dropped down to comb over the lands, making the last day's rain glisten like a trillion tear drops... but Yulan no longer looked on the land with the eyes of an elf, he was an orc now.

Yulan saw the silver hills for what they were; lush lands rich with potential bounty. Herding, farming, grazing. The possibilities were limitless. He smiled gently, feeling pride to have such residence over it all. Behind Yulan, Grumrot emerged, though his eyes drifted to the far side of the wall where another door was opening. The figure that moved through was fast, strong and proud. Stout and hearty, Josiah inhaled the morning air through his pudgy thick nose, smelling the remnants of smoke clinging to his mustache.

The white haired dwarf wasn't cold in the slightest even with ill fitting clothes. His hairy body kept him quite warm. He looked around at the hills with delight, wondering what treasures waited beneath the surface, what jewels and minerals could enrich their lives. He had a contingent of stalwart dwarves now, it wouldn't be hard to find out, but Josiah's curiosity was halted as he turned to see Yulan across the walls. The eyes of the two generals met for the first time since their transformation. Despite all the changes, somehow, the two recognized each other.

Josiah turned and started to walk across the wall slowly. Yulan moved, picking up the pace as well. Grum and Doran followed after those they had turned. The reunion was all part of the plan, to make sure that their newest generals had something to hold on to reinforce their new allegiances. Yulan and Josiah picked up the pace before the brand new orc scooped up the dwarf in his arms. Josiah muttered in annoyance.

"You don't just go picking up your fellow general." He growled like a true dwarf. Yulan grinned before he leaned in and kissed Josiah, their lips meting. Josiah's annoyance faded before he melted into the kiss, clinging to his partner. The two held each other tightly before the kiss finally broke and Yulan got a strange expression on his face.

"I am sorry that I was rude before... You deserve respect." Yulan said, his sentences already simpler with the changes into an orc. Josiah shook his head.

"That's the past now, we have a bright future... There's a human supply contingent coming through in two days time to build an alternate road through this area. It'll be the perfect time to plan an ambush." Josiah said. Yulan's eyes twinkled.

"It'll be a glorious challenge. They won't be easy to overpower, the supply groups are very strong." Yulan said with mirth. Standing behind the two, Grum and Doran looked at each other before they turned to move off.

"Did you have fun?" Doran asked. Grumrot nodded.

"Very fun, prissy elves are nice to change." Grum said.

"I had fun to... Love to see such a bear buried inside come out." Doran shivered in delight. Grum put an arm around Doran's shoulders.

"So we did good?" he asked.

"We did good... War is never easy; I look forward to their being peace some day, but there's some justice in this world when the orcs and dwarves that died can be replaced by those that killed them. This was a very good mission." Doran said, moving into the fortress, heading for the stairs. Grum followed.

"Where do next?" he asked.

"I heard about this outpost near the southern shores. There are some unpopulated islands that the alliance wants to take. We should show them that neutral ground must be kept as it is." Doran said. Grumrot slowly licked his tusks.

"More tasty elves and humans?" he asked. Doran nodded.

"Lots for us to taste my friend, many more for us to change from the inside out." Doran chuckled.