My Tough Shy Guy

Waking up in a field in arms made of thick muscles with a killer hangover was not what I had planned when I left the dorm yesterday. My charge and best friend, Princess Crilla of the kingdom Elvinheim, wanted to party her heart out before the official first day of classes. We had finished moving all our belongings into our new dorm room and, with the only other option being to binge tv, I agreed. We had gotten dressed in the raciest clothes we had before heading to a club in town. After a few drinks we had heard of a wild party in the woods and off we went. I almost regretted that decision now. I don't regret the muscles I woke up in as the feel of all that velvet steel wrapping around me called to me on a primal level. What I do regret is that I am so hungover my head feels like it will explode and I don't know where the Princess is.  Rolling over to look at the hunk of man meat I was snuggled with the breath leaves my lungs. The man behind me was so impossibly large he could be mistaken for a mountain. Even while laying down I could tell he was taller than most other men I had acquaintanced in my short 17 years of life. That was an achievement all of its own being as I myself am a goddamned Green Orc raised amongst some of the largest and fiercest men in the world. I stood at a decent six feet yet my toes rested on his hairy shin just below his knee while my head barely reached his n****e.  Using his chest for purchase I stood from the ground with a wobble waving its way through my brain. This man was so thick with muscle that laying on his back his chest still reached as high as my kneecaps.  Running my eyes along his body a sudden jolt of heat spreads through my lower torso begging for me to rejoin him on the ground. His torso and face are Evlenoid, although larger than any Elf could ever hope to achieve, with arms as thick as my waist and enough abdominal muscles to wash clothes on. His thighs are stacked with enough muscles to crush a mans head but from just below his knees started thick bovine cannons covered in darker than pitch fur complete with hock, dewclaw and hooves. His arms ended in thick fingers tipped with sharpened black claws and atop his head he had curving horns that started just behind his temples before spreading out sideways then twisting to curve upwards into dangerously pointed tips. His face had stubble across his square jaw, his nose was wide and flat setting his eyes apart yet on his face it wasn't a bad look.  As he slept with his thick lips parted I could see that he had perfectly white teeth with sharp canines used for ripping meat from bones. His skin was such a dark brown I could only compare the colour to the rich chocolate that Elves loved. The hair on his head, chest and legs was the same pitch black colour as his fur. A delicious snail trail led down to a manly package that was mouthwatering while soft and explained the wobble in the steps I take as I start walking away from him. With one final glance at the sexy minotaur behind me I begin to search the crowd of bodies for Crilla. I knew I had broken my vow a little with this stunt but, unless she was injured, Crilla would definitely let me off the hook. As I am passing a large open tent, overflowing with snores and bodies, I spot the minuscule shiny white body of the princess hopping across the top of those sleeping on the tent floor. Her sparkly baby blue, oval shaped gossamer wings flitting behind her so that her feet barely touched her sleeping stepping stones. "Crilla, you are naked." I huff a laugh at the impish grin on her face.  "There was a decidedly delectable Satyr who begged to smell my clothes so I let him. Then I let him smell the source." The tinkling bell sound that fell from her lips as she laughed caused a few of the sleeping drunks to groan and cover their ears. "Well, let us get out of here before someone snaps a picture of you with those shiny little boobies on display." Bouncing off a particularly round males stomach she lands on one of my shoulders as lightly as a feather touching down on water.  "Away we shall go before someone plasters images of your giant bosom across the book made of faces." I laugh at her description of social media before looking down at my chest where she had leant all the way over to place her head against one of my breasts. "By all that is shiny they are as big as my head." I laughed at the accuracy of that statement before bounding across the field at a breakneck pace. The muscles in my thighs bunching and contracting so strongly that I was moving across the earth in bounds instead of steps. While running like this I could almost keep pace with lower level vampires but my stamina runs out pretty quickly. Luckily enough Crilla had used her elven magic to create a map back to the university so I could cut across the quickest path while avoiding towns filled with people who would love a chance to see the Elvin princesses breasts. When I reached the warded perimeter around the school, Crilla lifted her hand and blasted a portal straight through the wards. If we wanted to risk the faculty eyeing our chests we could have entered legally through the front gate however as a princess and her guardian it would be seen as unsightly. The left wing of the gigantic castle used for housing was for the women and we entered through a service corridor in the back. Sprinting up a spiral staircase to the top floor then to our rooms at the very end of the hallway I slow just long enough for Crilla to magically open our door then close it behind us.  Our rooms consisted of two bedrooms, two bathrooms and a large open sitting room. The sitting room, Crilla's personal room and her bathroom were all done in shades of pastels and the furniture was fluffy, frilly and girly. Marshmallow couches, a pillow like bed the size of a swimming pool and enough rugs and throws to coat a mammoth. My room and bathroom were spartan esque with minimal furnishings and enough weapons to arm a small country. My only luxury was a bed that wasn't a mat on the ground because I girl can have comforts like those when she isn't surrounded by overbearing Orc commanders. The mattress was firm and had animal skins thrown across it and sat atop a slab of stone carved to resemble a contemporary bed frame. It was large enough to fit my body laying in any position I wanted and that was the epitome of fantasy for someone who had grown up sleeping on a floor made of hard packed dirt. Crilla flitted off my shoulder and landed in front of her bedroom door and I watched with a smile as her hangover stopped her wings from working properly. She could have flown back to the University if they were working and her speed would have let she beat me. However alcohol impaired this little royal elf. As she stood shorter than 5 foot while being thin enough for wind to break her spine it wasn't hard to understand. Her body had a microscopic consumption rate when it came to alcohol but she could pack away food like it was nobody's business. "Want to meet in the dining hall for a late breaking of the fast?" Crilla called from inside her room and I distantly heard her bathtub bubbling up.  "Very well. I won't be carrying you this time though princess." I smiled as I walked into my own room as she threw curses and called me unfaithful. Moving into my own bathroom I sighed as the heat of the shower washed away the smell of sexy man-bull and alcohol. As I relaxed I tried to remember the events of the party but it was like a large cloud of fog was sitting over my brain. Shrugging to myself because none of it mattered I leave the stall and stand before the mirror. Vanity is my curse and I embrace it. I know I am one of the sexiest creatures to walk the earth. My hips are wide and my breasts are overly large, as big as Crilla's head we had just discovered. My waist was thin enough that an ogre could circle it with his hand which was almost unrealistic for a female Orc as we mostly stuck to the square shaped bodies. The most amazing part was that despite my perfect proportions I was not any less stacked than any other Orc female. I was actually one of the strongest which is how I landed guardian duty for a princess in a university filled with creatures I had heard about but never met before. Crilla had to attend this university to achieve the political degrees required so she could ascend her throne. She was also tasked with Creating alliances with the other royals and future political leaders of the various kingdoms of earth. Which is why she attended this World International University instead of a local one in Ambrodia. My task while at this university was to ensure no-one took the opportunity to off the Heir of Ambrodia. I also had the miniature quest of obtaining a degree in military science. I was mandated to attend all of Crillas classes and pass them so I didn't get kicked out but I had added the military sciences to my timetable. Crilla had added them to her as well and we had celebrated our small rebellion. My little princess had crowed about how proud she was of me for taking control of my destiny and it had pleased me greatly to know my friend supported my decision. Crilla and I have been friends since I was a child working as a servant in her castle while she was the rebellious little hellion princess. We had barely been apart for most of our lives, despite her parents greatest efforts, and I had worked harder than any other Orc to rise the ranks of servitude. I had planned to become her personal maid however the fact that I was a strong warrior who took no s**t ended with me landing an even better position, I am now her personal Guardian. My new job meant I stood between the princess and all those that would hurt, maim or kill her. It also gave me explicit permission to hurt, maim and kill any who tried. Looking back at the mirror I smile wide at the opportunity to fight for Crilla. My thick dark green lips spread wide across my face and my tusks graze across my top lip. My Yellow eyes sparkle like honey in the sun and my rust coloured braids fall down to cover my breasts and brush my lower torso. My ears were pointed which was the only feature that Orcs shared with the elves though our ears didn't stick so high that they reached the tops of our head. My clover green skin glistened with the water I hadn't wiped from my body yet and I unabashedly checked myself out before moving to grab my towel.  After drying and dressing in a pair of leather pants, knee boots and a small breast plate, that barely covered my t**s, I left my room and headed for the dining hall. This University housed and educated the elite of the the elite so the dining hall was similar to what you would expect from a castle. Long tables lined the room and in the centre was a small staged area which would have live shows playing during dinners. The outside of the room was lined with wait staff standing beside open cooking stations ready to prepare fresh meals as the students required them. At the very front of the room was a table, longer than the others, where the faculty would sit during meals. The chairs are all high-backed, personalised and embellished to suit each teachers individuality. I moved through the room to where I could see Crilla sitting amongst a group of fairies with colourful butterfly wings. I eyed each of them while taking note of what they wore, where they could conceal weapons and wether or not I could trust their smiling faces. I committed each face to memory in case I needed to identify them after stomping on them. When I came to a stop beside Crilla one of the glittery fairies looked up with a squeak.  "You're in my chair." I hadn't meant to growl but the girls hand was inching closer and closer to Crilla and it was putting my protective instinct on alert. "Move along Orc." The fairies around her sniggered and she resumed her conversation with Crilla like I hadn't spoken. I watched her for a moment debating wether or not I should curl her into a ball and bowl her friends over like pins. As I was trying to decide her hand finally landed on Crilla's skin and I snatched her up by the wrist just as Crilla gasped in pain.  "What is wrong?" I looked down at Crilla's arm and saw a burn mark where the Fairy had placed her hand. Looking at Crilla's face I could see she was barely holding back tears.  Turning my livid gaze to the fire fairy in my hand I move my face close to her and growl menacingly. Her bladder releases and one of her friends with water element magic removes the evidence before anyone see's. "Leave her be Skull." Crilla's own hand glows green for a moment before she places her arm on the table. Her skin no longer burnt thanks to her healing magic and she looks the fire fairy dead in the face. "We needn't waste our valuable time on sparkly ass dust." I hoot a laugh at Crilla calling the fairy a fart and toss the her bodily out of my way before taking my seat beside Crilla.  "I agree, the smell of sparkly ass dust closely resembles piss though and the sooner the smell leaves the easier it will be to stomach my food." I add before checking her arm despite the healing magic she had used.  One of the fairies opens her mouth as if to start something when the archway I had entered through begins to fill with over a hundred students. All of which have clear as day hangovers and some still had grass and mud stuck to them. It was quite clear that none of them showered before coming to the dining hall and as they take their seats a small dread settles in my stomach. I look over at Crilla ready to ask if she felt it too but her gaze was fixed across the room and her white eyebrows had reached her hairline. Following her line of site I freeze at the sight of a Satyr locking his gaze on Crilla. He turns towards us and begins making his way across the room. I look up at the fairies surrounding us and hiss below my breath for them to f**k off. As they scatter like the fickle creatures they are the Satyr finally reaches the table and bows ridiculously low before raising to meet Crilla's eyes.  "I feared I would never again set my eyes upon the shiny flesh of my lover in the night." His tone is overtly s****l as he leans over the table to pull at a lock of Crilla's shiny silver hair. I snatch his wrist and exert just enough pressure for him to understand my threat before releasing him with a shove. "Watch your words Satyr. Lest you slander the Princess of Ambrodia." I growled low and his goat eyes narrow on me before returning to Crilla.  "Excuse my words little Majesty." Crilla bristles as he calls her little so I place a hand on her knee below the table before she can spring from her chair. It would probably appear most unsightly for the Ambrodian princess to claw off this Satyr's face. I eye his tiny frame and wonder if it would look bad if I did it. "Allow me an introduction. I am Amron, third prince of the forrest nation Aterraxia." I almost laughed at the fact that Crilla's one night stand being a prince but I curled my lips back from my teeth in warning instead.  "Pleasure Prince Amron. Please return to how you were before the night of last. I wish you farewell." Crilla turned him down bluntly and politely and I high five her as the Satyr prince walks away sullenly. "Crilla, sometimes I wonder at how politely you talk when we are around others. Five moments ago you called a fairy a fart and now you politely decline the advances of a prince. You have layers and I love them." I was talking low and in Orcish so no-one would eavesdrop on our conversation. I highly doubted any of these high class pompoms bothered to learn a gutter language. "Yes, it seems I have many layers and the Satyr enjoyed peeling them off too much for his own well being." She sighed dramatically as she replied in Orcish. "I am a complete snack am I not?"  I laugh a bit too loudly at her and several heads turn in our direction. I cast a glance about them and look away as if they don't matter but before I can turn back to Crilla my eyes lock on a tall figure making his way into the room. It was my delicious man bull and as I watch him move with unconcealed strength I feel a flower bloom in my lower abdomen. Just as I am about to raise from my chair and approach the walking tree trunk of sexiness some small male bumps his shoulder. I watch in anticipation for the Sexy man bull to lay flat the creature before him. My jaw almost falls off as instead of throwing punches he apologises and bows his head. Bile rises at the back of my throat as a realisation hits me. Despite his muscles this bull was weak. To see a creature like him bow to someone else almost caused a physical pain to rip through me. Crestfallen I plant my backside back into my seat and narrowly avoid his gaze as he turns away from whoever had walked into him. The slimy Satyr prince notices my reaction however and I watch in concealed horror as he takes the minotaur by the arm and guides him to our table. "An introduction Princess and Orc, this large hunk of cow meat is Vygr. I believe you have met before." I'm once again shocked as Vigr the minotaur doesn't react to the obvious insult the Satyr casually threw at him. Vygr's eyes land on me and the smile he shoots is dazzling and for a second I almost forget his weakness moments before. "Hi." His voice rolls over me with a deep vibration causing the anger in my veins to ratchet up a notch. How can someone so mouth watering be such a p***y. "You are blocking my view, Pussy." As the words left my mouth and hurt rolled over his features I almost felt bad. Then I remembered that a weakling had defiled my body and I was a shame to all Orc's in existence thanks to this upright cow. When he still doesn't move I snarl at him, "Mooooooove along, cow boy." The look he gives me is designed to kill but he quickly smothers it. That small glimpse of fire in this minotaur ignites something horrible inside me. I can feel it in my bones, I could already tell I was going to make this boy snap and when he does I want to be in his path ready and waiting. Turning from the table he walks around the room until he finds a chair beside two devastatingly pretty males. They both look at me with murder in their eyes and, despite the fact that I have no clue why, I show teeth while flipping them off. Crilla was watching with a wide smile that split her pixie-like face in half baring razor sharp teeth and I watch as both males recoil from us with disgust. "Crilla, do you know why those two want me dead?" I ask in Orcish. "No idea Skull, Mayhap it pertains to what happened last night. The only issue is that I remember very little of our adventure." She flips her platinum silver hair over her shoulder and clicks her fingers at one of the wait staff along the wall. "Me neither. I remember going to the field then everything is black." I shrug Noncommittally and look at the man in a penguin suit who had stopped beside our table. I watch Crilla switch back to Elvenish to order food.  "10, 9, 7, 20, 11." Fruit salad, pasta salad, veggie salad, ham platter and the kings roast. As the man rushes away my stomach grumbles at the feast we were about to partake in.  I look around at the students who were continuing to file into the dining Hall and smile when I spot Crilla's younger twin with his guardian. Before I could wave them over Crilla had flitted onto my shoulders and was jumping up and down yelling for Corbins attention. "Corby, Corby, Corby. I'm over heeeerrrreeee!" She drags out the last word in a screech only rivalled by a banshee's. Corbin's face flushes with silver, as he moves through the room to sit with us, making his white shiny skin sparkle until he could almost pass for a fairy. "Cril, what possessed you to make such a spectacle." Corbin was obviously flustered and I eyed his guardian who had moved to the penguin waiter to double the order Crilla had placed. "Well I can not let my brother ignore me and sit amongst these ruffians." Crilla flits down from my shoulder and lands on her chair soft as a feather. "Sister, none of these creatures could meet your own level of Rough. You could single handedly destroy them all. It makes me wonder why the king and queen bothered to give you a guardian." Corbins eyes run over me with unveiled disdain and I smirk at him in a way designed specifically to piss his royal ass off. "Because without skull to keep me on a leash I would be boning each of these delectable creatures like the wanton woman of the night I am." The casual way with which she called herself a w***e had me guffawing in the most unladylike way possible. The shocked look on Corbins face just made me laugh harder and my bladder pressed against my abs trying to release itself.  "Shiv, can you handle watching both royals for a moment while I relieve myself?" I look at Prince Corbin's guardian with a plea in my eyes. "Tuskulina, how very unprofessional of you to not have already taken care of that before bringing your charge amongst the masses." His hate for me leaked through in his words and I smiled as unsweetly as possible as I rushed from the table to the bathroom.  When I finished and i'm heading back towards the dining hall the two males who had sat with Vygr stepped from the shadows to block my path. Up close I could see that they were quite beautiful for males and my gag reflex activates. Pretty males never did do anything for me and it seems nothing has changed in the last 24 hours. "Orc, are you ready for a rematch?" The pale one says with a snarl and the fangs in his mouth lengthen as he talks. His body grows in size until he was almost 6'9" and wider than an outhouse. To a lesser Orc female the site of an enraged vampire would have been a warning. "Fine, but I don't know when we even had the first one?" Without allowing for more time to pass or words to leave his pretty mouth I swing my fist. I watch with satisfaction as the Vampire is flung backwards through the dining hall arch to land on the stage.  All the people in the room stop eating and look up at the site of a crumpled vampire on the floor. He slowly gets back to his feet and I watch as his eyes turn red and his claws become longer. His limbs seem to elongate and a roar leaves his throat as lunches himself across the space aiming his deadly four inch claws for my face. When he is within reach I pluck him from the air by his wrist with one hand while the other wraps around his neck. My own black claws dig into his flesh and black rotten blood runs down my hand as I bring him in closer to my face. The hand I didn't have hold of swings towards my neck and I lower my head so one of my tusks slices into his wrist deep enough that he loses the use of his hand.  "Listen small fry, It takes more than a baby vampire to hurt me. Just give up, you will never match me." At my words his gaze flicks over my shoulder and the hairs on the back of my neck raise. A beastly roar sounds way too close behind me and I swing around while tossing the vampire bodily at whatever creature was charging me.  I watch in fascination as the vampires huge body collides with an incredibly massive white bear. The shredded clothes hanging from his body clue me into the fact that this best is the other man that had stood with vampire boy. When they finally stop tumbling across the floor and fight to untangle themselves I lower to the ground beside them.  "So why did you come at me?" I was mildly curious even as I appreciated their effort. "I'm the heir to the kingdom of blood and I needed to reclaim my honour which you stole last night."  "Did we f**k?" I ask casually. "Because if we did then I will have to break you. Weak men are not my type and you dishonour my body." "Like I would f**k an Orc!" He bellows in outrage and the enraged form that had started to fade flared up again. "You baited me into a battle before cheating and hiding behind the minotaur. You could tell he was my friend and I wouldn't hurt him."  "That does not sound like me at all" I scoff in his face. "I would have destroyed you bodily just like I did now. Stop lying little vampire." I look behind him at the bear who had fallen back into his human form and was standing gloriously naked. "And your issue?" "You destroyed one of my favourite shirts with your green orc vomit and I must repay you for that slight against the next Therian Alpha." "So you are telling me that you dip-shits challenged ME, someone quite obviously superior to you p*****s, for bullshit reasons?" I laugh at them, stand and start walking away while throwing over my shoulder, "Now you have been bested in front of all these people AND I don't even remember you or any of the things you said I did. You just wasted my time and kept me from my princess."  I look towards Crilla as I walk away and she is barely holding her laughter in. I smile at her and she calms enough to smile back at me impishly. Trust us to cause a stir before the semester even begins. Her eyes look behind my back and widen in shock as she yells a warning. I spin ready to fight off whoever had attacked my back this time but my view is blocked by ripped abdominal muscles that made my mouth water. A large body wraps around mine as dagger sharp icicles shatter around us. I look up into the burning black eyes of Vygr as icicles smash into his large body. Once the barrage stops I push him away bodily and he lands on his ass with a confused look. "I don't need the protection of someone who cannot even slap a Satyr." I growl down at him while my heart continues to race. My skin tingles where his body had touched mine and the twisting in my belly pushes my anger over the edge. If he wasn't a p***y earlier in the face of the satyr and the male who barged him I would have been appreciative of the defence he had just provided. However as a battle Orc, being protected my a p***y was an insult. Flipping my braids over my shoulder with a huff I walk to the table and sit beside Crilla. "Did you have to be ungrateful to the poor guy?" She asks in Orcish. "I cannot be protected by someone weak. It is an insult to an Orc." I reply in the same language while my eyes wonder towards the minotaur who was talking with his friends once again. He had to hunch down and lower his head for them to hear him as he seemed to be whispering. Across his back his shirt was torn where the ice had hit him but his skin was unblemished. "Crilla, what level was that ice magic used before?"  "It felt like a four but could have been a high three." On the magic scale of five that was on the higher end. If it had hit me I would have been pierced by at least some of those icicles.  "Thought so." I was right with my original assessment this morning, the minotaur had strength. It made me wonder why he was so weak to these other creatures and that evil thing inside me that wanted to witness his fire raised its head again. This minotaur had walked into my line of fire and I would make him snap. The evil smile that spread across my face had Crilla raising her eyebrows at me in silent question. I just shook my head and started eating my food.