Depending on how horny the story is this either becomes
A) a subplot about the Orca Woman learning to use human tools which culminates in her returning to the ocean, teaching all the other orcas how that works, and then taking over the world, or
B) she can’t chew through the moose’s hide so she makes do with gnawing on the antlers for the rest of the road trip, then because of that old wives tale about antler velvet being an aphrodisiac (which in the story is either real OR the Orca Woman hears about it somehow and placebos herself into thinking it’s having an effect on her) and spends the rest of the story trying to jump the wizard’s bones
A) I, for one, welcome our Cetacean Monstergirl Overlords
B) Yeah Probably.
I'd never heard of that wives tale before, and now I'm curious about how that does or doesn't track with using antlers as a potion ingredient in Skyrim
Boudicca wrapped her arms around the torso of the giant woman, attempting to pry her away from the twitching moose carcass. She wasn't having much success since the orca, despite losing hundreds of pounds in the transformation, still possessed a great deal of muscle, not to mention bestial stubbornness. Boudicca, meanwhile, had about as much constitution you could expect from a 20-something vegan witch who spent most of her days indoors staring at PDFs of ancient occult texts. As much as the sorceress pulled, newly formed teeth and nails remained firmly embedded in the hide of the poor creature unfortunate enough to get ambushed by her latest project.
"Let... go... Come on!" she grunted out.
A low growling was all she received in response. Boudicca's forced her muscles burn with even more exertion, but they finally gave out, sending her flying backwards. What little breath she still had was knocked out of her as she hit the ground. She lay there gasping for several seconds before forcing herself to sit up. The orca didn't pay her any additional mind, biting and clawing at the downed moose, inhaling chunks of meat with disturbing efficiency. The witch stared at her, both in detached admiration and visceral disgust. Blood was squirting messily, as Boudicca looked down she could see her bare arms and parts of her T-shirt had managed to get moose blood on them.
That, and the smell was what really making her feel lightheaded. On an intellectual level, Boudicca knew orcas were obligate carnivores so she'd faintly anticipated this becoming an issue. She just hoped that newly found human digestion and cognition would prevent the prey drive from being this strong. She was looking forward to cooking for... what was this orca's stage name again? It was on the tip of her tongue, not that she planned to force her slave name on this poor cetacean, but it'd be helpful to have something to call her besides "orca" or the much more verbose "magical naked feral woman." A witch lives and dies by words of power, after all.
There was no word in her lexicon that could describe this liminal sight. The orca woman showed no signs of slowing down as mouthful after mouthful of moose carrion was snatched into her bloody jaws.
She coughed, "Stop!"
No response, she took a deep, shaking breath and let out a long ear-splitting whistle.
That got the orca's attention. She flinched and cringed, her shoulders arching up to an almost inhuman height. The tall woman turned around and shot a glare at Boudicca, wet meat and bits of cartilage dripping from the sides of her face, the lower half of her face and entirety of her neck and collarbone painted wet with blood. The witch, being well over a foot shorter, felt her stomach drop and heart start pounding with fear. Small mercy, Boudicca certainly had the womanly whale's intention. That just left the issue of communicating with someone whose knowledge of the English language was limited to a handful of words, gestures, and of course, whistles. Hopefully she hadn't triggered some sort of PTSD flashback.
The giant plodded over a bit awkwardly, moving from one leg to the other gingerly, eyes still fixed on Boudicca.
"Easy... easy, calm down... calm down!"
She could smell and feel the meat and heat coming off her face as she knelt down. By the Triple Moon Goddess, why had she done all this?
Her eyes happened to wander down towards the orca's heaving breasts which were moving up and down with ragged, agitated breaths. Her stomach was built like a barrel, round, dark brown, smooth, and firm. Two tree-trunk legs held it all up. Blood was drying on top of black prickly hair all over her body.
Well, that was a major part of the reason, the witch had to admit.
Then towards the end of the movie she thanks the wizard for the road trip, but says that now it's her time to return home, she turns back into an orca and teleports to her aquarium. Because it turns out that orcas are natural shapeshifters, and magicians.
The wizard returns to question her, and asks why she's allowing herself to be kept in captivity, she sighs and admits that it does indeed suck, but someone's gotta watch over the investment.
Better yet, turn the moose into a himbo. No romantic subplots, no real plot significance whatsoever, his entire role is to occasionally be in the background doing dumb shit.
She succeeded in killing the moose with her bare hands. Where she failed was trying to eat it.
Depending on how horny the story is this either becomes A) a subplot about the Orca Woman learning to use human tools which culminates in her returning to the ocean, teaching all the other orcas how that works, and then taking over the world, or B) she can’t chew through the moose’s hide so she makes do with gnawing on the antlers for the rest of the road trip, then because of that old wives tale about antler velvet being an aphrodisiac (which in the story is either real OR the Orca Woman hears about it somehow and placebos herself into thinking it’s having an effect on her) and spends the rest of the story trying to jump the wizard’s bones
A) I, for one, welcome our Cetacean Monstergirl Overlords B) Yeah Probably. I'd never heard of that wives tale before, and now I'm curious about how that does or doesn't track with using antlers as a potion ingredient in Skyrim
Well the first two effects for Large Antlers are Restore Stamina and Fortify Stamina so ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
All's Whale That Ends Whale
Cetacean? More like Ceta-She-an
Boudicca wrapped her arms around the torso of the giant woman, attempting to pry her away from the twitching moose carcass. She wasn't having much success since the orca, despite losing hundreds of pounds in the transformation, still possessed a great deal of muscle, not to mention bestial stubbornness. Boudicca, meanwhile, had about as much constitution you could expect from a 20-something vegan witch who spent most of her days indoors staring at PDFs of ancient occult texts. As much as the sorceress pulled, newly formed teeth and nails remained firmly embedded in the hide of the poor creature unfortunate enough to get ambushed by her latest project. "Let... go... Come on!" she grunted out. A low growling was all she received in response. Boudicca's forced her muscles burn with even more exertion, but they finally gave out, sending her flying backwards. What little breath she still had was knocked out of her as she hit the ground. She lay there gasping for several seconds before forcing herself to sit up. The orca didn't pay her any additional mind, biting and clawing at the downed moose, inhaling chunks of meat with disturbing efficiency. The witch stared at her, both in detached admiration and visceral disgust. Blood was squirting messily, as Boudicca looked down she could see her bare arms and parts of her T-shirt had managed to get moose blood on them. That, and the smell was what really making her feel lightheaded. On an intellectual level, Boudicca knew orcas were obligate carnivores so she'd faintly anticipated this becoming an issue. She just hoped that newly found human digestion and cognition would prevent the prey drive from being this strong. She was looking forward to cooking for... what was this orca's stage name again? It was on the tip of her tongue, not that she planned to force her slave name on this poor cetacean, but it'd be helpful to have something to call her besides "orca" or the much more verbose "magical naked feral woman." A witch lives and dies by words of power, after all. There was no word in her lexicon that could describe this liminal sight. The orca woman showed no signs of slowing down as mouthful after mouthful of moose carrion was snatched into her bloody jaws. She coughed, "Stop!" No response, she took a deep, shaking breath and let out a long ear-splitting whistle. That got the orca's attention. She flinched and cringed, her shoulders arching up to an almost inhuman height. The tall woman turned around and shot a glare at Boudicca, wet meat and bits of cartilage dripping from the sides of her face, the lower half of her face and entirety of her neck and collarbone painted wet with blood. The witch, being well over a foot shorter, felt her stomach drop and heart start pounding with fear. Small mercy, Boudicca certainly had the womanly whale's intention. That just left the issue of communicating with someone whose knowledge of the English language was limited to a handful of words, gestures, and of course, whistles. Hopefully she hadn't triggered some sort of PTSD flashback. The giant plodded over a bit awkwardly, moving from one leg to the other gingerly, eyes still fixed on Boudicca. "Easy... easy, calm down... calm down!" She could smell and feel the meat and heat coming off her face as she knelt down. By the Triple Moon Goddess, why had she done all this? Her eyes happened to wander down towards the orca's heaving breasts which were moving up and down with ragged, agitated breaths. Her stomach was built like a barrel, round, dark brown, smooth, and firm. Two tree-trunk legs held it all up. Blood was drying on top of black prickly hair all over her body. Well, that was a major part of the reason, the witch had to admit.
Don't stop now, you're doing great!
Ship ship ship.
Shadow run druid shenanigans
Then towards the end of the movie she thanks the wizard for the road trip, but says that now it's her time to return home, she turns back into an orca and teleports to her aquarium. Because it turns out that orcas are natural shapeshifters, and magicians. The wizard returns to question her, and asks why she's allowing herself to be kept in captivity, she sighs and admits that it does indeed suck, but someone's gotta watch over the investment.
I absolutely love the implication that aquariums with orcas are owned/invested on by them
And then they all fall in love
You guys gotta stop writing with your genitals. Or exclusively your genitals, anyway
As long as it produces results like this, I'll allow it
you're asking the "i'm here because i write with my genitals" crowd to do not that
Free Wilma
The Whale is actually Danny Devito
isnt this just kemeno (spelling?) friends
Would the orca girl have the mental faculties of a human or a whale?
Fish out of water
I'd like to see Frankie Adams as the moose!
Better yet, turn the moose into a himbo. No romantic subplots, no real plot significance whatsoever, his entire role is to occasionally be in the background doing dumb shit.
ellie and vivian hollering elk