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Deket Ar'au had come to the university expecting many things: knowledge, research, debate, conflict, prejudice, disappointment. For nearly a decade as a professor of contemporary orcish literature he had gotten exactly that though, much to his regret, it was mostly conflict. He would have to argue for hours with the librarian to get access to his research materials and more than once he had been forced by the gray haired lady to buy the books out of his own pocket; his notes would often go missing and by now he had given up on keeping anything of worth in his office; his colleagues, if they could be called that, would whisper behind his back whenever they thought he was too far and grow deadly silent when he approached, wearing thin forced smiles; his requests for equipment would disappear, even when he checked on them three or four times before the date was due. And, as annoying as those things were, the orc had come prepared for much worse. The baton he always carried inside his jacket was proof enough of that. However, nothing had prepared the orc for the brazen human standing in front of him: Zachary Edwards.

Professor Edwards was a twig of a man, with spindly limbs that seemed more prone to breaking than to lifting anything. His pale ivory skin stood out against his dark brown woolen jacket and bright red shirt, giving him the appearance of a ceramic doll. Eyes of the same brown as his unruly hair looked up at Deket, certainty shining in them. Thin eyebrows furrowed slightly while a cold polite smile twisted his lips. Everything about the man left a sour taste in the orc's mouth, most of all, the piece of paper that rested on the desk between them.

Deket gave the offending letters another quick read, hoping that he had made a mistake. The bold black symbols quickly snuffed out that notion. The chair creaked painfully as Deket leaned back against it, his tall frame barely contained by the metal furniture, the largest one the university had. A strong huff left the green skinned man, one big hand combing back his curly brown hair.

“Could you repeat your proposition again Prof. Edwards?" Deket said with a deep voice, his tired yellow eyes fixed on the man seated across the wooden desk.

“Well, of course, I know your kind is a bit slow." he said with squeaky voice, his face lighting up like a lamp. “As one of the premier researches for our renown University, I have taken it upon myself to expand the knowledge available to our colleagues and our students. It is a noble call and one I take to with glee and humility. On this occasion, I have proposed to the senior board engaging in a comparative examination of the sentient non-human species and how they fare in the Martinez-Roswell scale."

“And you require my...help in this endeavor? I'm familiar with literature Prof. Edwards, not biology." the orc gave the human a strained smile, a minor pounding forming at the edges of his brow. A condescending smile appeared on the human's face, pity dancing in his eyes.

“My apologies, it seems I didn't explain myself well. We need to run some tests in non-humans, like you, to be able to do this research. A full examination first, measure all of you and see how it compares to other volunteers. Then we'll run some tests, nothing too complicated I assure you, the standard fare: blood tests, magical potential measurement, intelligence tests, a few physical tests, I'm sure you'll like those. Oh, and semen collection, we need to know just how fertile all of you are."

Deket's legs tensed under his desk, the urge to kick the human out of his office burning in his heart. But, as satisfying as that would be, it would probably ruin the only desk that could fit his frame. Instead, the orc released his frustration the only way he had left, through his scent. The acrid odor spread through the room like wildfire, twisting the edge of the orc's lips upwards. Unbeknownst to the human, the scent marked him as the annoyance he was to any with a decent sense of smell.

Only after his revenge had been set in course, did the orc's mind process a fact. With as much politeness as he could muster, Deket said “Excuse me, semen collection?"

“Ah, yes, my apologies. It means your spunk, you know, the white stuff that comes out when you jerk off. I think your kind calls it pig spit," the human said offhandedly as if he were talking about the weather. The tension in the orc's jaw went unnoticed by the pale man, “of course, if you could keep yourself from cumming for a week, we could run some extra tests on your production rates."

“What?"

“I know, I know, a boar like you will have a hard time keeping it in your pants. Orc nature, I understand," bony fingers patted the orc's slim arm, making his orcish blood burn like acid, “but a few days you keep from laying with swine and sows won't harm you any. It may even clear up your head, let you focus on your work."

Fire burned inside the orc, the human's aggravating words poking through his armor of cold indifference. The orc intertwined his fingers in front of his, his hands shaking with anger. A strong huff left his nose, gold eyes glaring at the human.

“Now, now, no need to be angry. It's only a week, think of all the progress a single week of abstinence will give all of us. Besides, if it works, maybe you could recommend it to some of your orc students, God knows they need all the help they can to pick up their notes."

A growl formed in the orc's throat, his tusks bared at the sorry excuse of a professor in front of him. Using his last vestiges of patience, Deket spitted out, “Get out, now."

“What? How rude, I haven't finished yet, don't they teach you ma--"

“GET OUT!" the orc bellowed, flipping his desk with a single swat of his large arms. The human jumped back, a squeak leaving his throat. Fear crossed the pale face, brown eyes growing wide. Red tinted the skin moments later, a huff leaving the human as he left, cursing the orc under his breath.

Deket made note of every curse the human used against him, revenge simmering in his mind. The orc easily lifted his deck back into position and his tusks framed a smile when he saw the offending paper resting on the floor. Green hands picked up pen and paper, his mind running with words.

“You'll pay Edwards, you will certainly pay." murmured the orc as the first step of his plan unfolded in front of him. The dean would love to hear of this, what with the new elections coming up next month.