Tv Tropes Writing Challenge - Trope 7: Only You Can Repopulate My Race

About 4 years ago now two other writers, Lucianite and Rakked, decided to take a writing challenge and write smut based around Tropes found on Tv Tropes for a week. Here are my entries.

Trope 7 is “Only You Can Repopulate My Race”. Initially I wanted to do something with tentacles and wrote two versions before scrapping it, so instead I stuck with a vaguely insectoid shortstack that can lay eggs instead. It was a bit more fun.


Contains: M/F, shortstack, orc, big cock, size difference, egglaying, fantasy.

Enjoy

Tv Tropes Writing Challenge - Trope 7: Only You Can Repopulate My Race

Marak, orc youth of the Bloodthorn tribe, slowly moved through the Shadewoods. He had been tracking a big, old buck since morning and wasn’t about to return to his tribe without it. The humans nearby would call it poaching, but they would be too afraid to face the Bloodthorn warriors in combat to try and bring any orcish hunters to justice. Marak couldn’t wait until he came of age so he could join the warriors, but for now he would content himself with hunting. He had watched how some of his peers had complained, quite loudly, to the chieftain about not being allowed to fight among the warriors. So with what little training they had, the chieftain had given them the test to join up. They had failed rather miserably, of course.

The young orc winced at the memory, after seeing people his age getting beaten like that he had made sure to work hard and train whenever he had the time. The test was no picnic. But as he was focusing on the tracks, and lost in thought, he didn’t notice that a figure was following him. At least not until a branch snapped only a few feet away from him.

‘Who’s there!?’ he growled, as he spun into the direction of the sound. Lifting his huge, heavy hunting bow and nocking an arrow. But when the figure stepped out, Marak’s mouth fell open and he immediately lowered his bow. ‘A Detysca…?’ he muttered in awe. ‘I thought you were a myth…’

The Detysca was short; she barely reached the young orc’s crotch. And the Detysca was definitely a she, as Marak noticed as he looked her over. He started at her feet, they were dainty and almost impossibly small that went over in shapely legs and thick, strong thighs. Meanwhile her hips were broad, broader than what was considered normal for someone of her stature. From her dainty feet, to below her knees she was covered in a sleek, black carapace. But to him it looked more like she was wearing black boots. It did make a sharp contrast to her exposed skin, which was a pale, bright white.

Between those pale thighs was a surprisingly plump, human-looking pussy and Marak’s member stirred underneath his fur loincloth. Apparently the Detysca noticed the movement underneath his loincloth and squeaked, causing the young orc to rip his eyes off of her cunny to instead slowly look to her face. The Detysca’s waist was surprisingly slender and her sides were covered with carapace as well, but her stomach was mostly left exposed. Marak noticed she lacked a bellybutton, but forgot all about it when he came to her breasts.

Her shiny black carapace cupped her large, shapely pale breasts. They were smaller than those of an orc woman, certainly, but on her small frame they looked huge. Oddly enough, despite lacking a belly button the Detysca’s boobs were capped with thick, dark pink nipples that oozed a sweet-smelling, amber liquid that made Marak’s mouth water. Meanwhile her face was elfin and beautiful; the Detysca was blessed with a small mouth and pretty, shiny black lips as well as a dainty, slightly upturned nose. You could almost mistake her for a human girl going by only her face, if it wasn’t for her eyes.

The oval-shaped, slightly canted eyes were large and almost completely amber, except for the black pupils in the centre. Her “hair” was the colour of straw and fell a little past her shoulders, but Marak suspected this was also a part of her carapace as it didn’t seem to move in the slight breeze. But humanoid or not, arousal had hit the young orc hard and his loincloth began to rise.

‘H-hello?’ the Detysca said awkwardly. ‘My name is Terla and I need your he-help.’ She stammered.

‘…What do you require, O Protector of my people?’ Marak said after he quickly ripped his eyes away from Terla’s curvy form. According to the myths, her people had fed the orcs and gave them a place to stay after they were chased from their homelands. While others said they had given the orcs a special nectar before a large battle, and they had only won because of it. But seeing as a Detysca actually existed, they were likely not myths. So it was probably wise to treat her with respect.

‘This may sound strange…’ Terla began, nibbling on her bottom lip. ‘Bu-but I need you to get me with child.’ She added in a meek voice.

‘What?’ the young orc replied, his member jerking underneath his loincloth.

‘I know it is a lot to ask,’ the Detysca said, raising her dainty hands by way of apology. ‘But I haven’t seen another of my kind in ages and people are starting to think we are nothing but a myth. I’m afraid I might be the only one left…’ she added with downcast eyes.

‘I would be glad to help.’ Marak growled in a low voice as his big, veiny green prick peeking out from underneath his loincloth, the dark purple cockhead only a few inches away from the Detysca’s face.

‘I’m glad you’re so…eager to help.’ Terla replied as she stared at the youth’s monstrous prick with her eyes slightly crossed.

‘You’re damn right I am.’ Marak said in a low tone of voice, before he suddenly reached down and lifted the Detysca up. Her body, even the parts covered by chitin, were surprisingly soft and warm.

‘Nooo…not here!’ Terla squeaked as her short, curvy form writhed against the young orc’s muscular form.

‘Then where?’ Marak asked, using his large calloused hands to squeeze the Detysca’s huge, shapely buttocks while his stiff cock poked into Terla’s stomach.

‘Ah…mmm! Pu-put me down a-and I’ll show you!’ Terla moaned as the young orc teased her curvy body. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, he did as she asked and gently put her down. ‘Please follow me.’ The Detysca said in a small voice, rubbing her thick thighs together in frustration as she looked at the veiny pole sticking up from between Marak’s thighs.

She gnawed on her bottom lip once again before she disappeared in the bushes. Marak was quick to follow her, of course. Even if she wasn’t in view, he managed to follow the trial of clear girlcum she left behind. Both of them walked deeper into the forest, deeper than Marak had been at least. Before they finally stopped in front of a huge tree with white bark and golden leaves the size of Marak’s hand.

‘Well, this is it.’ Terla said with a nervous smile, before raising a hand.

Marak felt a strange hum of energy and watched as a huge branch, twice as thick as his torso, reached down in front of the two. The Detysca stepped on top of it and the young orc followed her example. As soon as he stood next to her, the branch began to rise slowly. It stopped next to a small hut hidden between the leaves and branches, causing Terla to hop off and step inside. She waved in the orc as well, who was eager to leave the branch.

Once inside Marak realized that the hut seemed to have grown into the tree, instead of being built there. Even the furniture looked like it had sprouted from the floor. The only exception was the mattress on the bed. Terla looked from her room to Marak with a nervous expression on her face, but said nothing. She followed the big orc as he walked over to her bed and rested his bow against the frame. Before he plopped down on the mattress, his handsome face lighting up as he shot her an impish grin and patted his lap.

Terla eagerly scampered over to him as he removed his loincloth, causing the Detysca’s eyes to light up just as she crawled on Marak’s lap. His big, veiny orc cock only a few inches removed from her face. She looked at it for a few moments, with her mouth watering and the strange amber liquid running from her nipples, before Marak reached over and grabbed her rear again. The Detysca gave a surprised little squeak as the young orc picked her up and pushed her against his muscular torso once again, his hot cockhead pressed against her drooling slit. A desperate moan passed Terla’s lips and she eagerly rubbed her hot little box against the orc’s fat pole, but Marak didn’t allow her to do much more than that.

‘Pl-please, I ne-need this!’ the Detysca begged the young orc, who only grinned in response. A grin that rapidly disappeared when he saw tears welling up in those large eyes of Terla. ‘Stop teasing me!’ she added while pouting.

Marak sighed. ‘Let me make it up to you.’ He growled softly, before pulling her down on his member.

‘Yes!’ Terla squealed as her cunny was spread wide by the thick, green orc cock. Clear, sweet smelling lubricant abruptly escaped her snatch as her folds coiled around Marak’s member. Desperately trying to milk it of its seed. All the young orc could do in response was release a pleased moan until the Detysca’s honeypot loosened up a bit.

Marak rapidly bounced the small, curvy Detysca on the portion of his cock that had been stuffed into her twat. Causing more and more of his monstrous member to slowly but surely disappear into Terla’s hot depths. Too slowly for Marak’s liking. The young orc set his jaw and began to hammer his pole into the short woman a little stronger. This caused the Detysca’s moans to turn into loud, sharp squeals while more of her sweet smelling juices exploded from her quivering snatch. Yet, Terla didn’t stop him. Instead she lovingly wrapped her slender arms around the young orc’s neck while doing her best to move her hips in tandem with his.

Over the course of a few minutes Terla’s screams had died down in soft, barely audible whimpers as she looked up at Marak with those large, amber eyes. She could barely focus on his face as her mouth hung open in an obscene “O”. Marak didn’t seem to notice however, his expression was one of pure concentration as he roughly pulled the Detysca’s short, but curvy, form along his massive member causing lewd, wet sucking sounds to resound through the small hut each time his dick escaped Terla’s soaked, tight cunny. But even though she was so small and tight, the entirety of Marak’s monstercock seemed to have disappeared into the Detysca’s slit.

Curious as to how she had accomplished this, Marak briefly stopped his pumping hips and gently pulled Terla’s arms away and moved her body back. His eyes became large as he saw the way her pale stomach bulged outwards, showing a large bump that was clearly his member. But instead of worry, he felt arousal and slowly got to his feet. Terla squeaked softly in response and was about to ask what the youth was planning, but when he suddenly began walking she no longer cared. With each step a spike of pleasure washed over her and she could only release a loud moan. Little did she know that her orcish lover was only just getting started.

Marak had walked over to the wall across from the bed, deliberately walking slowly as he enjoyed the way Terla’s quim tightened around his shaft with each step he took, and pushed her against it. The Detysca released a soft whimper when the orc’s big, calloused hands grabbed her waist before he suddenly, roughly pulled his hips back. As Marak’s member escaped Terla’s eager pussy her juices splattered down on the floor below her and her large, amber eyes rolled up. Unfortunately, Marak wasn’t about to let her fully register the sensation and quickly slammed his fat orc cock back inside of her. Terla squeezed her eyes shut and hissed in pleasure at being completely filled up again, but without a care about how she felt Marak quickly pulled back again.

He continued doing this several more times, watching as the Detysca’s shapely breasts shook with each of his thrust while enjoying the way her folds spasmed around his veiny shaft. Still, he wouldn’t be able to do this for long. An orgasm was approaching fast. So the young orc quickly sped up his pace. As a result Terla seemed to have found the strength to scream again, since she was quick to squeal in pleasure as loud, meaty slaps along with wet sucking sounds echoed through her small hut.

‘Yes! Yes do it! Fertilize my eggs!’ the Detysca begged as she writhed in Marak’s grip, uncaringly knocking her head against the wall.

All Marak could hear was a loud pounding in his ears as his eyes were glued to the Detysca’s torso. He watched how her boobs shook, sending the amber liquid that drooled from her nipples flying, and how her stomach was pushed upwards with each of his thrusts. Yet, he still fulfilled her wish. After a few more rough, passionate pumps of his hips he released a roar that seemed to shake the hut as thick ropes of seed blasted from his distended cumslit. Terla released a series of loud, sharp squeaks that no orc, human or elf could have made. But she sounded happy, even as her stomach began to swell bigger and bigger before a few strings finally sprayed past the seal that Marak’s thick cock made, signalling that she was full.

‘So…was th-that enough? Are you…pregnant now?’ Marak asked between heavy breaths as he pulled his hips back, causing more strings of his semen to escape Terla’s twat as his member left her pussy.

‘Maybe…’ the Detysca said shyly. ‘Perhaps you should come back again tomorrow, just to make sure.’ She added with an impish smile.

‘Oh, I will.’ Marak promised with a toothy grin.

* * * *

And the young orc kept his promise, he returned to the enormous white tree many times during his “hunting trips”. He never brought back so much as a rabbit, though. This of course meant he could face punishment from his tribe’s chieftain, but he didn’t care. Even as the Detysca’s stomach began to swell, showing several spherical objects pushing up her belly, Marak continued coming. And Terla rewarded him with a blowjob every time. But when he came by today, things had been different. Terla hadn’t been waiting for him down by the tree for him like she normally did.
Today there had only been a thick branch, seemingly waiting expectantly for him. Worried about the Detysca Marak had quickly stepped on top of it, calling for Terla. In response it had rose up to her hut so quick the young orc had been afraid he would fall off. Inside, Terla was lying in bed. Her stomach huge, bigger than it had been a few days ago, while she released heavy breaths.

‘They’re coming!’ she squealed as soon as she spotted Marak, and he had jumped off the branch and rushed over to her. As soon as he was close to her, she groaned as a white sphere, the size of his fist was slowly pushed out of her twat. Marak helped her through the process only to find, to his surprise, that it was an egg. Not some baby Detysca like he had expected.

After that a second had come, then a third and Marak was still there now after she had laid a pile of six or so of the eggs. Terla looked exhausted but was still pushing with all her might before, finally, the seventh and last egg escaped her poor, abused cunny. ‘At this rate we’ll have repopulated your race in no time.’ Marak chuckled, looking proudly at the Detysca and the pile of eggs.

‘Ha…’ Terla sighed. ‘Come back for that tomorrow mister, I’m in no shape now…’ she murmured tiredly. Terla had certainly become a lot more confident since he met her the first time.

‘I’ll hold you to that.’ Marak replied, but he decided to stay by her side a little longer to make sure she was alright. 

He would have to tell his tribe about Terla’s existence sooner or later, there was no telling what they could do if they had the Detysca by their side again. But for now, he’d rather keep Terla for himself. No matter what the rest of the Bloodthorn tribe would do to him after “failing” in his hunting trips so many times.

THE END.