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| brokenheroes7 (clpastrpo exclusive) by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 7:02pm PDT | ||||
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me wrote: Chapter 7 With A Hole in His Body Where His Life Had Been [m tauren/everyone, poor Moog, etc, story yakking, graphic depictions of racial prejudice, the usual fourth wall and lore desecration] "I wonder what's in this water that makes it green," Moog mumbled, not really wanting to know, which just made him wonder why he said anything in the first place. A lake of green slime bubbled, flowing down a stream to the west where it became a waterfall that lead into Darkshore. Grimacing, diseased trees appeared as if they would choke the road or its travelers. Lorgrah sat on Moog's shoulders, her hands on his horns, as they sat together atop his kodo, looking down the stream, contemplating its greenness. Hesitating just another minute to see if any fellow horde would show up to support them. Moog had barely questioned the idea of Ganu having thrust his way out of a kidnapping, since Moog had done it himself once. It wasn't until the right up through Felwood that Lorgrah said, "something wasn't right about how he just walked out of town there." So Moog said, "It could happen." "No, that's just stupid," she stated. "Why would a whole gang of night elves let themselves be orgasmed into submission?" Moog felt a sting of jealousy at the thought of the troll outperforming him, but to avoid an argument he decided to agree with her, with a quiet "yes, you're right." Of course, he still thought he could do it if given the right motivation, but he let it go. While the couple watched the slime river bubble and flow, a small brace of horde guards approached. Without bothering to greet them, Lorgrah yelled to them, "Try to keep up!" and kicked her heels against Moog's chest, causing him to instinctively nudge his hoof against the kodo, sending it forward down the river, towards the falls. As they cleared several of the bushes and massive gnarled roots sticking out of the ground, they could see at the side of the stream the troll laying on the ground in the distance. Lorgrah grabbed her axe and leaped from Moog's shoulders, which certainly impressed him. She landed near Ganu and held her axe tightly, surveying the area. She saw a heap of beaten bodies at the nearby horde camp. She shot a panicked look to Moog as he had finally caught up to her. They both looked around. The reinforcements behind him were nowhere to be seen, everyone else was dead or out cold. Moog drew his mace, and Lograh stood with her back to his, and without warning a storm of arrows flew from the trees at the two of them, venom arrowheads stinging into their skin and knocking Lorgrah to the ground, Moog falling to a knee. She winced and tried to force her eyes open only to see a practical swarm of night elves jumping from the trees and rushing to them, swinging wildly and battering the both of them out cold in a few frantic seconds. Moog opened his eyes and groaned in pain, it hurt just moving his eyelids. Every muscle in his body was sore, the poison from several poisoned arrows still flowing through his blood. He could see he was on a ship, and he knew he was tied, and he knew he was out over the ocean, with the sun setting. He was going to make a mental inventory of what else he knew would happen at this point, but his mind gave out again and he blanked to black again. He heard women grunting as hands carried him overhead. He saw blurs of night elf women and elven buildings. His vision was filled with purple light as he was carried by mysterious captors through some portal. A light skinned night elf woman with bright white hair stood over him and looked into his eyes, and suddenly all the blur seemed to be erased, a jolt of adrenaline running through him as he realized that Tyrande Whisperwind was standing over him, grinning. "Yes, he definitely looks like he was worth the trouble it took to get him here," she whispered to her soldiers. Tyrande ran her hand down Moog's stomach. "Oh, what rippling muscles," she muttered in twisted glee. She gestured in a direction, and suddenly he was carried off again. Moog came to again. This time a dark tent, outside grass fields stretching out to the distance and ending at the towering walls of Darnassus which enclosed the country. The moon almost glared over the country, shining brighter through the sky over Darnassus. Moog's hands and feet were bound in tight chains, which didn't surprise him at this point. He felt bruises ache all over, one eye blackened and a swollen lip. Women surrounded him, most of them carrying glaives. The more he saw of his situation the more he realized there was some bizarre plan that had been in motion all this time, and it had finally come to its conclusion here. He and his wife walked right into a massive trap as if they had no other choice. "Where is Lorgrah?" Moog croaked out in a weak rumble to the night elf women surrounding him. The captain of the guards, thin even for a night elf, with light purple skin that looked sort of like blueberry yogurt after you mixed it (ideally after taking the top half of the plain yogurt off first so you get a more fruity mix), had been standing outside the tent. On hearing the tauren speak, she entered and approached Moog, then grabbed him by the throat and squeezed hard, crushing it closed so he couldn't breathe. Just as the stars in his eyes began flashing, she smiled to bare her teeth at him, and growled in orcish "shut your mouth, cow," then let go with a casual shove. Moog fell back and coughed for the next several minutes. She chuckled and made jokes to the other guards in her language, and they smiled as if they had to. Time passed. A plain loaf of bread and lukewarm water were brought in to feed Moog, which he ate slowly and nervously like a wounded animal. Guards fed him, refusing to unbind his arms for even a second. Another night elf woman bandaged his arms and legs, refusing to look at him. The captain stayed vigilant outside the tent with her light green hair floating behind her, looking inside and grinning at him again, looking hungry, as if she wanted to eat Moog in ways he didn't even understand, but it definitely wasn't pleasant. The sadistic streak was evident to anyone who knew her. Nalli commanded the elite guards of Darnassus for years after being chosen by Tyrande, and she definitely had no problem with slaughtering horde on command. She had a sort of obsession with the horde, being fluent in orcish, and having some knowledge of the other languages. She saw herself as having been tasked in life with destroying the horde completely, leaving her people to properly care for the world and its trees and all that usual night elf stuff. It made her cringe to have a captive at all that she couldn't kill outright, but the only person she listened to was Tyrande, so Nalli did what she was told. The morning sun began to rise and the night's torches were extinguished. A commotion built outside as a throng of night elves gathered, Tyrande standing just outside the tent, addressing them as if they were being tasked with something important. Soon, guards grabbed Moog by his arms and carried him out of the tent. The swarm of night elves gasped at the giant tauren, a few giggling at the sight of his bruised and bandaged body, clearly having to have taken a massive beating to be brought in. A couple of them licked their lips at him as if to taunt him. Nearby was a giant wooden pool almost the size of a house, and as tall as Moog. He was hefted and thrown over the side into the pool and landed with a thud. The only thing within the pool aside from Moog was a female druid. She looked Moog over and cracked her knuckles, then walked to Moog, who winced and looked away, almost shaking, fearing that this was some weird torture pit. Instead the woman kneeled and pulled away the ragged blanket that was wrapped around his waist, then grabbed his cock and very gently massaged it. Moog could only look away in shame. He thought to himself that he should've figured this whole time. Night elves, traps, attempted seductions, he knew what it was for. "Not this again," he muttered. "It won't be the same this time," Nalli said in orcish, sitting atop the edge of the pool. "This time this isn't the unfinished plotting of some delusional draenei slut, we have a greater purpose. We're going to save the world from your kind." Nalli hopped off the edge into the pool and stood watching as the druid continued to stroke Moog very slowly and gently. "You know, we lost many good soldiers trying to fight your freak spawn in Molten Core." She paced around him. "To think the army you birthed there was only a fraction of the power we could unleash in Darnassus." "With this tauren we could create a new world tree," a voice from the other side of the pool spoke. Tyrande Whisperwind herself stood on the edge of the pool looking down at Moog and Nalli. "We can do better than save the world, we can make it stronger than ever, and no tree shall ever have to be cut again." "This can't work," Moog grumbled to himself, trying to bury his anger. A swift kick to the face by Nalli buried it for him. Blood dripped from Moog's nose, and he tried glaring at her, only to find her practically drooling in a half insane grin, her face bright red, seething with glee, as if she could barely keep herself from kicking him more and more. Tyrande tried to keep Nalli under control. "We don't need any more of that, this tauren will cooperate with us even if he doesn't want to." She looked to the druid who was still kneeling at Moog's groin but had taken her hands off of him after Nalli's violent reaction. "You may begin," Tyrande said to her. Other night elf women began to pile onto the edge of the pool to watch as the druid focused some sort of magic power from her hands into Moog's cock, and he knew it was just going to be the same thing over again, he would be spraying the pool full in no time. Moog's legs shuddered as the druid's hands suddenly glowed a bright green, focused directly into his entire groin area, forcing him to harden almost immediately, his heart beating rapidly and forcing blood into his shaft. He tried to struggle, knowing it was pointless, and he knew he would be used again, and he resented it as much as he could, with what little good that would do him anyway. The night elf crowd began to laugh and gasp, and it didn't take even a minute for several of them to start kissing and rubbing each other, hopping down into the pool to start some sort of sweaty night elf lesbian orgy. Moog's hooves tapped against the bottom of the pool. He couldn't stop his legs from shaking, as surges of magic were forced into him. Even with absolutely no breeze, he could feel the air itself surrounding his cock as it throbbed, the sensation burning, ready to explode at any second. His nerves were so sensitive to feeling that at this point he felt like even the slightest nudge would send him into an orgasm. Sure enough, the druid leaned forward and pressed her tongue against the swollen head of his cock, her humid breath washing over it, and was met with a strong jerk as his cock twitched hard and began to splatter cum into the air, shoving the druid back onto the floor. Cum started to rain into the pool, and Moog blacked out completely, his body shuddering from the intense sustained orgasm that was triggered. His eyes rolled back and his jaw slacked, muted grunts forcing from his throat. The women jumped and danced in the shower, licking each other. Tyrande and Nalli stood together, being splattered directly by the arcs of cum, and began to lick thick streams of semen off of each other. They looked into each others eyes and kissed passionately as if they were in love, not that it mattered. The pool was now filled with several night elf women driven out of their minds with lust, and one poor shuddering tauren who simply had a bad reputation for this kind of thing. Moog's eyes opened. He was in the tent again. For a second he wondered if the whole cum harvesting thing had happened at all, knowing night elves were odd, but were they really into that sort of thing? The stench of hot sweaty sex reminded him, it was real. He could hear giggling and splashing from outside, as the night elf army had a whole pool of cum that he had provided them. He saw a hunched creature pass by, it seemed to resemble an elemental creature, but it was pure white and seemed to be dripping? Before Moog could figure it out, Nalli and Tyrande entered the tent. Nalli smiled at him, a cruel but subdued smile. "Get your rest now, what's left of the rest of your life is still ahead." |
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