Zantha 1

The smell of dad's cooking always wakes me up in the morning. Not because it's very good or I like it, but because it means I'm probably late to start my walk to campus. The barracks on campus are always loud in the morning, my sisters can't be loud enough to wake me up anymore. My bunkmate always wakes me up by shoving me out of my bunk, but she's not here for my weekly home visit.

I started by jumping off my cot and ripping into the closet for a clean set of clothes. The ill-fitting pair of shorts and tattered t-shirt would do till I got to campus, I left my uniform there anyways. I tried rushing out, but dad hollered me into the kitchen before I could pretend I'm out of earshot. I poked my head in and asked "yeah?"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead as he turned off the burner. He pointed up to the top of the shelves, a brown bottle of some sweet sauce perched up there. "Your sisters left the syrup up there, mind grabbing it for me?" Dad's tall for a human, but even a six foot tall man like him would struggle to reach the top of a shelf meant for orcs. I squeezed past him and grabbed the bottle up on top of the shelf, and passed it down to him. "Thanks dear. I'd have grabbed a chair to reach it, but-"

"Mom would kill you!" I cut him off. Dad's about 7 months pregnant with his third brood now. He's never been clumsy or anything, but that big belly makes it tough for him to get around on his own. "A bottle of sauce isn't worth that!"

"It's not just 'sauce' Zantha!" He blurted "It's syrup! You can't expect someone to eat pancakes without syrup!"

"I don't get why you like sweets so much..." I sighed, shrugging before turning to leave.

"It's a human thing - hey wait, don't leave just yet. I want to talk to you about something real quick."

"Dad, I'm already late-"

"So you can't get any later, right? Relax, it'll just be a minute."

I yielded, and leaned against a kitchen counter while he tottered his way to the table. He looked up at me, clearly struggling to start. "I didn't want to talk to you about it in front of your sisters, I didn't want to embarrass you."

I gulped. Oh Gods I hope it's not gonna be THAT kind of talk.

"Your sisters all have boyfriends-"

Oh Gods it is THAT kind of talk

"-and it's okay if you don't yet. Not everyone finds their mate in academy, so..." he cleared his throat, and stared off for a second before sighing. "I just want you to know that I'm still proud of you, you're a very smart futa, and I know you'll make a man very happy someday. Don't feel like you're falling behind or anything like that."

"Uh... thanks dad. I'm trying to focus more on my studies now, boys will come later."

"Well said! Your grades are great, I'm sure you'll get into any college you want, not sure I could say the same about your sisters... You do like boys, right?"

I felt my cheeks redden "y-yes! Of course I do! Why would you even ask that?"

"Just making sure!" He chuckled, "I'd love you either way sweetie." He leaned into the table, looking over his shoulder before loudly whispering "Do you want some advice from your old man?"

Even if I said no he'd tell me. I leaned in, "yeah?"

"Boys really like smart futa when they get older, but there's one thing they'll always like," he picked up the bottle of syrup and shook it "sweets!"

I rolled my eyes "thanks dad. Now I really should be going."

"Yes, go go! And make sure to lock the gate on your way out, mom's still out till later today."

I waved at him before jogging out the door, stopping at the gate outside, locking it shut, pushing it hard to make sure it was closed. Then I started into a sprint, hoping I'll make it back before I get in trouble. The campus is only a few miles away, near the town center; on a slow day I could walk there in about an hour, but I probably only have fifteen minutes until I miss the starting bell. Running through the suburbs on my calloused feet, I passed a few orcs walking down the street with their human males in tow, some collared and chained, some not. Turning on the street out of the suburb, I saw an orc peering over the gate of a less well fortified house. Hopefully the husband isn't home, or that could get ugly...

I crossed the suburb gate into the main town path, a straight shot to the campus, although foot traffic might get heavy by the time I reach the town center. What I'd give to have mom's kraybore, most people would immediately get out of the way when they see such a big scary monster barrelling towards them. Too bad I'm not old enough to own one, and mom left too early for me to steal hers. So instead of getting to the campus stable in a timely manner, I'm reduced to a light jog between the masses of orcs and their humans on their way to work in the downtown center, occasionally muscling past a business-futa who grimaces at my brush past her, or apologizing in passing when I brush past a male on his wife's leash.

Normally I'd stop at Drisha's, a little shop only a few blocks away from campus, but in today's rush, I just made sure to wave at mom's friend who works there. She looked up towards me and smiled as she piled several bags of jerky by the storefront, her tusks clearly shaved recently, only barely poking out from her lips like small flat disks. Her husband was at the register, making some remark to his wife before they left my sight. Only a minute or so later, I got to the campus gate, spear holding guards looking at me sternly. One stood in my way, sneering before barking the word "Halt!"

I stopped, and immediately scrambled in my pockets for my I.D., the other guards eyeing me up, grasping their weapons tightly. I grinned at the guard before whipping out the small laminated brown card, the guard looking at it for a moment, then snatching the card (and my grin) in an instant.

"Hey!" I stammered, the other guards turning to face me directly. I set aside my indignation and tried to take a more measured tone "Why did you take my ID?"

She stepped towards me, making me take a half-step back, her spear held aloft, ready to strike. "Why do you want to walk into a campus without authorization? We aren't about to let just anyone in to prey on young males." She scanned the card more carefully, the spear lowering slowly to her side.

I crossed my arms and tapped my foot against the cobblestone, the guard looking down her nose at me. "You're late for your grade, shouldn't you know better?" She jeered before handing my I.D. back. I grimaced, and ran past her towards the barracks, hearing an explosion of laughter as I dodged the fence around the training field. The northern corner of the fence leads to the alley between the several different futa barracks, the one for my year being all the way at the end on the right. I threw my clothes onto my bunk before kicking open my trunk, my uniform neatly placed at the top of my belongings, tucking in my white polo into the black shorts, the short sleeves of my polo probably meant to show off the muscular arms of the average orc, mine being only modestly muscular by orc standards, just barely filling out the short sleeves as my arms passed through them, covering them further with my brown fourth-year jacket. I slipped on my black leather shoes, and marched on to my class, having the first chance in a while to catch my breath.

I got into the arts building on the south side of the training yard, and slipped into my first class from the back of the lecture hall, the orcish literature teacher briefly looking up at me opening the door before ignoring the interruption and continuing the lecture. This class (as well as most literature classes) are seen as blow-offs, a lot of my classmates are sleeping, the one next to me loudly snoring, only a few even pretending to pay attention. This being one of the co-ed classes meant that the few awake orc futas that were not fully enamored with the subject matter were passing notes to males, most of whom knew better than to ignore the attention. My friend Bartiana's boyfriend silently rejected a note passed by a muscle-bound orc behind him, a decision that was probably in everyone's best interests.

Winded as the run to school left me, I was able to stay up through the snooze-fest about some book on the first Queen of the kingdom after the Extermination War. I know my history teacher likes this book, but it's pretty boring to actually read, although there are goofy bits. For example, the book has an anecdote about the queen's first brood of daughters being captured by a band of human men, but they were all so stricken with their beauty that they returned to the Queen with them, and they were all impregnated by the princesses. Not sure how much I believe the story, but it's a fresh respite from the boring "restructuring of the educational system to include human males" or "how her tax new structure set us on the path to a diversified economy." I prefer the more fantastical works that are more common today, like that franchise about the Gods turning into animals that fight human futa, or the book about a human male fighting and beating villainous orc-futa with the power of a fictitious "protein powder."

Once the second bell rang, I collected my things and moved on to the third floor of the arts building, sitting down at my usual desk for my Vandian language class. I'm a little proud of my Vandian, I speak it very well for an Orc, especially since it's an obscure language in the kingdom. My vocabulary is only a little weak, but my pronunciation, grammar, and syntax is "immaculate" according to my teacher, who keeps trying to convince me to get a degree in the language. That said, the only job that degree could get me here is... well, teaching Vandian. It would be interesting, but I don't think I would particularly enjoy teaching a language no one else shares my enthusiasm for. I tell other Orcs I wanted to study the language to be more worldly, but really it's because I thought boys from Vandia were very cute... I still haven't met one in person since I was 12, but I definitely don't regret taking the class. Thankfully my dad is an Imperial, so the Imperial Basic classes everyone has to take when they're in the 4th youth year were pretty easy with his help, although I don't have to speak it very often.

After the bell, I gathered my belongings so I could make it over to the math and science building. I got to the ground floor of the arts building before laying witness to what's something of a weekly routine: a male getting gang-raped at his locker. Three orcs were standing around him, his tight gray shorts in tatters underneath him, one orc holding him up by his hips while shoving her cock into his asshole. The two orcs at his side were struggling to fit their cocks into his mouth, ignoring (or admonishing) his attempts to stop them. Not that he has any chance to stop them, they're all at least three feet taller and several times stronger than him, he really doesn't have a choice but to let them take what they want. Hot as it is, I'm more into having my own male, and those three futa are assholes. The one currently fucking his asshole is Gurkha, a year younger than me, but about as tall and far more muscular.

She uses her strength to push around orcs that think she's an asshole (so most of them), and to - as she calls it - "put males in their place." Like many orcs, she feels like she has a free hand to rape males whenever she wants and however she wants. She's not completely wrong, at least legally - if that male is graduating age, then she's well within her rights to rape him. Doesn't make her any less of an asshole, since even if he is, I know for a fact she's not taking him home to start a family like you're supposed to, she's just doing it to get her rocks off, leading a band of other asshole orcs that also really love to rape. Considering their usual pattern they'll just leave him on the floor when they're done, and he'll have to hope for a good Samaritan or a guard to check up on him, as opposed to what's more likely: another orc raping him (laying on the floor naked is basically asking for it, to be fair).

I'm in a bit too much of a hurry to join in or stop them (plus I don't have a death wish), so I do what everyone else is doing: walk on past. After I've gotten to my math class, I sit next to my friend Gorta'n, a short and sweet orc futa. Once I told her about the male getting gang-raped in the arts building, she immediately asked "who was the male?"

"Oh don't worry, it wasn't Caltha."

She sighed "Oh thank Gods..."

I rolled my eyes at her "y'know, if you're really that interested in him you should ask him out."

"I don't want to freak him out! He's a foreigner, he might get intimidated by how... forward orcs are."

"He's lived here for ten years! If he isn't used to orc courtship by now I'd actually be shocked."

She looked shocked "wait really? But his accent is so thick..."

"I mean that's pretty common though. My dad still has an accent, but he's lived here for nearly thirty years."

Gorta'n leaned in, smirking at me "Is that why you like foreign boys? What do humans call it... an oedipal complex?"

I punched her arm "don't be gross! I just think Vandian boys are cute is all... besides, my dad is Imperial, he looks and sounds nothing like a Vandian!"

The teacher loudly cleared her throat, everyone looking at us. We meekly apologized and turned our attention to the lesson. Some boring and abstract math about "algorithms" or something. I'll figure it out in a study group, there's some cute guy who likes to help with that stuff.

After the class ended, I started gathering my things, glancing out the window to see that male who was gang-raped getting carried out of the arts building by a student. She wasn't carrying him to the infirmary though, rather to the field of temples. Well at least someone's marrying him after that ordeal. Good on her, making the best out of a male's bad situation as the aftermath drips down his thighs. I hope the best for them, and I hope the best for everyone in the kingdom that Gurkha didn't get him pregnant, we sure don't need more like her running around.

I cleared out of the math and science building to the training grounds, meeting up with Galtha'n while we got suited up in armor for combat arts. Once we had on our combat undergarments we went out to the outdoor armory, where the males were stretching for their own exercises. Gorta'n started to strap up her arm guards before suddenly slowing down. She licked her lips, looking off at the males, all shirtless, dressed in shorts that barely covered their asses. I knew that her gaze was focused on one particular male, Caltha, who looked over in our direction briefly before turning to talk to a male next to him. I decided to do what my dad called "being a wingman," and called out to him.

"Hey you! Caltha! Over here, male!" He looked up at us, blushing before making some parting words to his friends before walking towards us. Gorta'n slapped my arm, giving me an angry look.

"What the hell are you doing?" she whispered, clearly embarrassed.

"Helping you, you need help with securing your armor, right?" I gestured to the other futa orcs around us, whose boyfriends or males they had otherwise convinced were carefully helping them clad armor on their lower bodies, some with barely (if at all) concealed boners waving in the faces of those males.

Caltha got to us, and showed deference by doing a kind of bow before addressing us, "Can I help you two somehow, ladies?"

Gorta'n blushed, and started stammering some nonsense, so I answered for her. "She needs help getting her bottoms strapped on, mind helping her out? She's a bit sore from yesterday's sparring lesson with the army."

Caltha looked up at her with his mouth agape. In spite of how short she was for an orc, he didn't even come up to her breasts, but the distance from his face couldn't hide his amazement. "You train with the army?" He asked her, in awe.

"Well, I think Zantha -"

"Oh no need to be modest!" I cut her off, elbowing her sharply. "She's a prodigy! She could take on a platoon of human futa all on her own if she had to. She's so good the army scouted her personally." I turned to face her directly, winking between words "Isn't that right, Gorta'n?"

"Y... Yeah. Yeah of course! Yeah, but now that I'm training with the students, I should take it easy!" She laughed nervously. "So... I would appreciate it if you could help secure my bottoms, Caltha."

He bowed again, this time facing only her, "I would be honored, miss." He picked up the knee guards laying at her side while she looked at me with a gleam in her eye that screamed "thank you." I just hope she knows she owes me.

While I was tying up my own sabatons, Caltha struggled to heft up Gorta'n's trouser guard, seeing it was nearly impossible to secure it around her erect cock. He stopped to look at it for a moment, Gorta'n not really knowing what to say. Caltha broke the silence with a look up at her.

"It's... big..."

Gorta'n's face was red as blood, stammering and stuttering incoherently. "W-well I.. you... I just... but you..."

Caltha brushed his cheek against the hard bulge in her pants, winking at her "it's okay, I like them big!" With that, he wrapped his arms around her waist, clicking the straps into place, pulling them tight as his skinny arms could. Gorta'n was shaking, placing her hand on his head, brushing his blonde hair into a mess.

"Th-thank you, little man... I appreciate the uh... help!" She stammered, before giving him an encouraging pat on the back. He bowed to her again, before turning to return to the rest of the males. He paused, then turned back to Gorta'n.

"1750." He said with a wink.

"What?" Said Gorta'n, blinking in confusion.

"It's my room number, in the male quarters. See me there before curfew, I'd like to get to know you." He bowed again, then ran off to the rest of the males. Without thinking, Gorta'n drew her knife, and quickly carved the number into the back of her hand, indenting it hard enough that the corners of the digits were punctuated with blood. Once she sheathed the blade, she sighed heavily, looking at me like I had just dropped a surprise exam on her desk.

I shoved her, grinning ear to ear "you owe me big time!"

"He thinks I'm getting scouted! You fucking idiot, he's gonna figure out I was lying!"

"Oh relax," I rolled my eyes and waved my hand at her "worst comes to worst just say that you changed your mind and decided to go into work or industry or some crap like that. He's just a male, they'll believe anything."

Her shoulders sank as she sighed, her eyes welling up a little before she wiped the tears away. She leapt forwards and embraced me, words of thanks flowing like a leaking pipe.

"Hey I don't need thanks, just return the favor when you have the chance, alright?" She nodded, and we both started our warm-up march. "I gotta find a guy soon, my dad was grilling me this morning... he asked if I even liked males!"

Gorta'n laughed, covering her mouth before I slapped her in the back of the head. She cleared her throat "n-no, you're right, it's not funny, it's not funny..." She choked back a giggle before taking a quick step to keep pace with my longer legs. I glanced over to the right, a military futa looking up and down the line of orc futa marching around the dirt field to warm up. Every once and a while an officer comes in to try and give everyone the recruitment spiel, and she takes her leather-booted steps towards us to wind us up for her sales pitch. "Halt!"

We both turned, lock-step, and faced her with stony expressions. "Yes ma'am!" I called out to the uniformed officer.

"At ease. Have either of you signed up to enlist?"

Gorta'n cleared her throat before answering. "I'm still weighing up my options, miss!"

She looked down at her, nearly spitting at the response "What options? You already got a boyfriend? Doubt it for a shrimp like you! Going on campaign you can snag a man from abroad real easy! Their abusive wives are smaller than our own males, they'll be glad to see you!"