The Elvish Orc Slut Queen (Size difference, transformation, bimbo, elf vs orc)

[magikal]

Hi,
I posted an outline of this story last week, but have since fleshed it out. My partner for that original idea changed his mind, so I'm once again soliciting writing partners. Keep in mind, I going to run one or two vastly different versions of the this game. 

The orcs have recently been expanding their potion and gadget skills and want to train Queen Narra to become insatiable, impossible curvy, and desire orc meat above all others. Her body can be so curvy she can barely walk, but she would need to move around, or at least have some sort of magical aide that her move if she became so large she was immobile.

The basic idea is over the top fantasy, similar to Dungeons and dragons with a lot of magic, potions, and transformations thrown in. The potion and machines would make Narra more agreeable to breeding, especially when the chief decides to fully impregnate her. Of course, after getting her ready through her transition from skinny elf queen to sexy elf breeder, she might be fought over, altered, stretched, changed, and magically altered- not to mention insatiable and horny. The training will likely leave her leaking and her large breasts full of nutritious milk. She may be fought over like a piece of delicious meat.

Maybe the Orc King declares that other orcs may only fuck her ass and mouth, and he alone gets her juicy womanhood.

If you are interested, shoot me a message and discuss what you are going to add to the story. Expected posts- 3 to 5 per week, minimum of 10 sentences.

Let me know if the idea interests you. Please private message me!
Magikal

Here is the first post:
The forest of Tamaril had stood since the beginning of time, living undisturbed for thousands, even tens of thousands of years. The forest nurtured those who lived within it's blessed walls, the very strength of the land flowed through the Queen and all of her people. The forest provided everything the elves needed, nurturing their hearts and minds. The eldest elves lived thousands of years and were blessed with eternal beauty. They looked like humans in their twenties well over 10 centuries of living. The forest elves were tall, thin, and lithe. Their moves were graceful and beautiful. Magic was all around them.

The Queen was a young elf by most elves standings, having just turned 200 years old last year. The queen was a beautiful forest elf, with fair skin and golden hair. She had sparkling blue eyes. She was arrogant because she thought she was chosen by the forest and it's people- that she would have a long and prosperous reign that her kingdom would stand forever. The elvish royal guard kept the kingdom safe, Narra wandered around her grounds without worrying about it, she would frequent the tranquil grove near the outer most edge a few times a week, to reflect upon her path and the path of her people. She always had two elite guards with her, the best of the best.

She finished up her duties for the day and headed to the tranquil grove to meditate. The grove was as ancient as time itself. She headed inside the grove, addressing her soldiers to wait at the entrance. There was only one way in and out, so she should be safe. She took out the small wine pouch, pouring herself a third of a cup into a crystal goblet, she stoppered the pouch and savored the delicious, fruity blend, that was a gift from a new emissary that had recently arrived in their forest. The magicians in the Queen's kingdom had cast several spells to make sure that the wine was indeed safe.

He was taller than a human, with very broad features and was as strong as an oxen. His screen was a curious shade of brown, she had never seen anything like him before. Her taster had drank one of the pouches completely and was fine, hence the rest of the pouches. As she drank the wine, she immediately felt like something was wrong. There was a burning in her throat, that spread to her skin. She started peeling off her clothing, screaming for the help of her guards. Instead, she found she had no voice, just a soft whisper that sounded like the rain bouncing off of the varied leafs in the tropical forest. She took a step, then another, collapsing on the spot.

She didn't see the roots themselves start moving, attacking the guards, wrapping them up in tree branches. The emissary was watching from a safe distance, walking closer as his plan was set in motion. He had been meticulous, planning for the last 6 months to lay the perfect trap.

As the queen laid on the ground of the grove, a large shadow approached the doorway, clearly by it's size and girth, this was no mere human.

[Nyela]

i'm interested :)

[Laughing Hyena]

So am I. ^_^