Anon would never imagine a change in his life like that.
The orc girl he met would melt all prejudices and worries about monsters he had. Though always rumored to be a member of a race known as wild monsters or evil marauders, she would destroy his prejudices about her race.
He saw her hunting boars, and that is how it all started and flew.
Anon was tracking spurs from a heavy set of hooves, thinking he could trap a small boar or a deer inside the forest to the north of his village. That place was always rich with wild game. That forest was an endless sea of bounty, clouded by a cool, dark green canopy of leaves where even the sun had difficulty penetrating. Its loamy soil was blessed with endless foliage rich with prey, fruits, and many other mysterious dark things.
Anon saw her, a huge she-orc kneeling behind a tall set of shrubs, leaning on a tree as she aimed with her bow. Anon could only believe she was kneeling because he saw her legs bent; she still stood taller than him even on one knee aiming. Appearance-wise, she looked like a huge female "bodybuilder"(a type of strongman in developing human lands); her thick skin was green like the leaves, her muscles ripped as if sculpted from a marble statue of old. Her ears were pointy like elves but were small like a human's, standing upwards at the sides of her head rather than leaning to the sides like the snobby white elves or voluptuous, bondage-happy dark elves. He knew light and dark elves lived in the black forest, the former living with humans and trading wondrous herbal potions, the latter seducing humans or stealing them to their purple-dark villages to serve them.
Her face looked cute and very youthful, bearing an air of almost childish innocence. Despite her larger lower canines jutting out of her mouth, Anon could not deny how lovely she looked: small, pointy nose looking upwards gracing her lovely face, crowned by two sparkling black eyes, her black hair tied in a big ponytail, tied in knots reaching to her lower back. Each knot had a small silver ring at the base.
Her body was incredibly muscular yet curvaceous, wearing a set of light brown leather bikinis, held by light brown twine forming a skimpy but beautiful leather outfit. A large, yet seemingly toned pair of green breasts strained the top, with a rippling six-pack of abs and a delightfully revealing curve of her hips hugged her bottom.
Anon swallowed when he realized her bottom was rather revealing, in the shape of what a seamstress would refer to as a thong, showing her strong, round asscheeks. The front of her bottom was a beautiful leather skirt and a panty triangle combo, taken from a very strong beast, Anon imagined.
The almost comical thing was that she was near twice his size, with beautiful legs thick as his waist, her pretty green feet bare with her ankles and calves wearing fur legwarmers.
The beautiful, massive orc girl bore a large, spiked mace strapped on her back and a round buckler with fur adornments on her elbow, a crude recurve bow in her hands, her arrows tied to her right leg in a quiver.
She blinked in surprise, almost aiming her bow towards him when she heard his footsteps. A moment of gasping, a frown, and relaxed exhalation later, she blinked, tilting her head slowly, a greeting leaving her dark red lips. Anon was surprised her voice was quite soft and gentle in contrast to her incredible physique.
"Hello, human." It was like a whisper, the tusked she-orc's black pearls for eyes meeting Anon's. She whispered quickly, turning her bulk to her prey.
"Don't shout, you'll scare the boar."
Anon nodded softly, careful with his footsteps. The orc girl resumed her quiet vigil and exhaled. Before Anon could even question her how a single arrow could bring down a boar, a creature that broke even crossbow bolts on its enormous skull, the twang startling him. The arrow was shot from a recurve bow, an eastern design curved on two ends and fastened with glue. The sheer power of the weapon made a very loud sound of its strange, thick bowstring similar to a ballista.
"Hey, run!" Anon whispered to the orc. "If the beast isn't dead, he'll outrun you or attack!"
She was not impressed by his words, tilting her head, and smiling. "Look!"
Anon blinked incredulously. A very loud crack and not even a porcine squeal marked the end of the beast. The orc girl's crude arrow had killed the boar instantly, the beast dropping with a massive thud, the long arrow buried to its hilt right through the boar's skull, much to Anon's shock. Anon's village needed spears or a mercenary's ballista for that much damage.
"Wow." The young man could only blink. Even the other wild pigs had fled in terror, leaving the boar's lifeless body tipped to its side in a quiet, painless death.
"My tribe has many much bigger, stronger orcs. I'm the smallest, actually!" She was very talkative, Anon noted, though her common tongue had a funny sound to it. "You wait, I bring boar." Unslinging her mace and dropping her buckler, she turned and left, running leisurely to her prey beyond the tree curtain.
Anon swallowed. Her back was ripped, but her curves were just right; not like human strongwomen who even abused potions to become strong and almost disturbingly manly for circus shows.
And he found himself unable to tear his eyes off her beautiful buttocks straining her wild fur bikini. Even her feet were large but well-sculpted, with light brown soles. Anon's eyes grew as she leaned down, picked the boar by its back, and slung him over her shoulder as if it was a pillow or wet towel.
And she ran back just as quickly, her enormous breasts jumping up and down. Smiling, she tossed the boar before him. The beast was nearly as big as a pony, one of the "Alpha" boars that were infused by the wild magicks!
And the she-orc girl didn't even break a sweat. The strange, green, muscled monstergirl squatted next to the boar, and poured some white powder over its head, closing its eyes. After a guttural but gentle mumble, she turned to Anon and smiled sweetly.
"I give thanks to Ancestors and Wood, kill him quick, no pain. Tribe eats good tonight!"
Anon had to swallow. Her enormous breasts jiggled as she rubbed the boar's head. When their eyes met, the she-orc, as strong as she looked, turned her head away. Anon could almost see a little pink blush on her big face and a nervous shuffle readjusting her leather top.
"So..." The gentle giantess orc spoke as she slit the boar's neck and hung it to a tree branch, digging a little under the blood eager to cover the blood from sight and smell. "Why are you so far from your villages, human? My tribe hunts around here."
"I hunt here too...Ah..." Anon scratched his head, unable how to address the odd monster girl before him.
"Ghorza." The cute orc girl smiled at him, her voice booming now that the prey is gone and they were safe. "I hunt for the tribe, this one wit' the deer and I can take both prey home."
"What deer?" Anon blinked, scratching his face until the orc pointed up. His eyes widened. He was already impressed, even more so when he realized she had already hung a deer by its ankles to the tree above them, having cleaned the creature without alarming any predators!
Her voice was loud but low-pitched as if it came from a very big human girl.
"One boar and a deer to carry home? You sure you can do that?"
"Mhm." The orc girl nodded enthusiastically. "I'm the smallest of my tribe, I hope I can be that useful. My biggest sister once bagged a whole frost camel and dragged it! We had a good meal that night!"
Smallest.
She was nearly seven feet tall, two heads taller than Anon, and built like a Titaness. Anon had to digest that information. And she was, by all means...
...very pretty.
Anon was young, another adventurer, another male in overabundance in human cities who hunted and fought corrupted monsters plaguing the woods of Dunia. And though monster girls were mostly stigmatized, he wasn't that much prejudiced, particularly when the old monster lord, a demigod of a Dai Oni was crushed under a chunk of the moon summoned during his final war.
