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My name is Jiao Ricebrew. I am keeping this log of my exploration in an attempt to bring enlightenment towards a growing problem. I speak of the distrust the people of Azeroth have towards each other. It has led to many wars, the current of which has on so long that it may well tear the world asunder.

My master sent me on this journey. I agreed to it, but I had thought I was ready, I know now that I was not. He told me to find beauty in the chaos, but all I find is pain and destruction. Peace may never come for me, but maybe those of future generations may find that peace.

I arrived in Orgrimmar by balloon, and before I even set foot in the city, I encountered trouble. Several warriors with rippling muscles and scant armor stood in front of the gates, and wouldn't let me pass. They are a strange green skinned folk, Orcs, proud of their strength and follow a strange code of honor. This code somehow doesn't mind them requesting me to expose myself.

"You want me to what?" I protested.

One of the burly men chuckled as the other explained, "Prove your loyalty to the Horde."

"By..." I couldn't hardly repeat his words.

"Humbling youself," the Orc calmly explained, his comrade grinned eagerly.

I tried to search his face to see if he was serious, but I was too unfamiliar with the rugged features of the alien race to know without looking him in the eyes. I've never been good at that.

I took a deep breath and looked around to determine if the other warriors were paying attention. After the slight relief that they weren't, I pulled the top of my jerkin down. I couldn't bring myself to look at their reaction, so it came as a total surprise when one of them gave my breast a squeeze.

Blushing I shrank backwards and covered myself. The guards then waved me past with a laugh. I began to wonder if this request had anything to do with loyalty when I found myself awestruck by the vertical intensity of the city. Though they appeared mostly wooden, the towers of Orgrimmar were massive, armored, and reeking of war-readiness.

I reviewed the scroll I was given, and stepped forth to the obvious center of the city, and war center of the Horde. Inside there was a collection of warriors, generals, chiefs, shaman, and wise men all politicking over the war efforts. I was told to report to the leader, but it wasn't meant to be. The warchief was too busy, so I got someone much further down the line.

"Join the Horde?" She spat, "Another one?"

I bowed with as much humility as possible.

"Am I supposed to trust you?" The commander put my scroll down and shook a fist at me, "You're going to have to prove yourself!"

I felt my face flush but I managed not to look away. She seemed to notice my leg twitch.

"You're lucky I already have a use for you," she turned to spit a brown substance not acknowledging that she hit her cohort in the face, "Otherwise I'd send a weak willed, flabby armed, ball of fuzz out on her oversized derriere!"

I managed not to protest, "What is it you need?" I was very proud of my butt, "I came to serve." She had some nerve, "In any way I can," as if she had room to talk.

She turned to place my scroll on a nearby table. Her butt was quite visible though her loincloth, and I had to take back a portion of my notion. It was quite toned, and dimpled from the definition in her hip muscle. It was almost a manly ass, but still enough rump for one to get lost in.

Her disgusted gaze informed me that she caught me staring, "One of your people is a spy for the Alliance!"

Her cohort interjected, "Do you really think it is wise to tell her this?" The gaunt, pale man was still wiping spit off his face, "After all, she could be a spy herself."

The commander laughed boisterously, "This weakling?" She pointed at my shaking knees, "A good infiltration would require her to show me some reason to want to trust her with a task."

The pale man made the incredible effort not to point out the obvious flaw in that logic.

"Besides," the Orc stepped in close to me and drew a dagger, "If she doesn't comply," she effortlessly disarmed me of my staff and brought a dagger to my neck, "I will hunt her down and slay her myself."

She was obviously just trying to intimidate me. As I glanced at my weapon impotently spinning a couple meters away, I realized. It was working.

After she stepped back and stowed her weapon, I noticed I had been holding my breath. After gasping for air, I watched the two stare each other down. Eventually the pale man grumbled something under his breath and let the commander give me my mission.

I was given a list of every Pandaren who had taken the oath to join the Horde, and were known to be in the city. I was to contact each one and question them about their decision to join the Horde. Also I was to report any Pandaren not listed back to her. I was not given the option to actually join the Horde.

Before leaving I reached for my staff. A loud thud startled me as a dagger impaled the gravel floor inches from my fingers. I did not look at the commander, but I left the last gift my master gave me.

As it turned out there were only a handful of Pandaren left in the city, so it wouldn't be impossible. I considered fleeing, a thought that became much more comforting as I began to get lost in the busy streets. So many tough characters brushed by, often knocking me aside with no care and occasionally malice.

I felt my stomach grumble as I walked by a restaurant. The chef was turning a large creature I couldn't identify by look over a pit fire by spit roast. Though I had never seen the creature before, I could identify the smell of honey and dried peppers that it was covered in, and the fatty oils is was releasing as it cooked. I watched as a tall, skinny, blue Orc with big tusks handed the Tauren a silver coin and in exchange the bull hacked off a bit of meat with a single slice of his cleaver onto a dried leaf. As the satisfied customer eagerly walked off taking a bite of his dinner, the Tauren spread more glaze over the newly exposed section of the roast.

He saw me staring and waved me over. I found my legs had a mind of their own, but I couldn't argue with the destination. He had his cleaver already in hand as he showed me his other palm. I reached for my purse and...

"No money?" His brow sharpened.

I patted every inch of my clothing looking for the lump of my wallet. I was in enough of a panic, that I openly reached down my cleavage to find my emergency stash. My heart sank as I realized, I was hiding a healing potion in my bra, and remembered moving my wallet to my satchel. Why did I do that? I never keep healing potions around.

My satchel was missing. I had taken it off during the balloon ride, and forgotten to grab it before stepping off. They had left immediately after I arrived. Everything was gone.

"I have no time for this," the Chef grumbled, "I have mouths to feed."

I realized there was a line behind me so I stepped away, defeated. As soon as I was clear, a hand took my wrist. I nearly panicked, but then...

"I'll just have to buy two then," a jolly voice rang.

He had the familiar girth of the Pandaren. His face covered in black and white markings and a shaggy beard. He wore the trappings of a trap maker and the quiver of an archer, but the face of a friend.

The meat was sweet, spicy, and delicious. I was right about my guess, except that there was an additional sort of tartness that I couldn't recognize. My new friend insisted that I share with his companion, and I couldn't argue. I loved animals, though I hadn't seen a cat quite so big before. With both of us sharing, the beast wound up eating more than either of us.

"He is a gentle beast," the man gave his cat a scratch behind the ear, "His name's Huo."

Put my hand on his back to see if he'd allow me to scratch him. The cat moved in close and nuzzled me in the chest. I blushed furiously as he licked he end of my breast and nibbled where my nipple began to rise. The creature could have easilymawedme to death, so I wasn't sure what to do. I covered my mouth and looked at the hunter.

"Down!" He commanded and Huo obeyed, "You must have gotten some drippings on your..." he paused staring at my breast for a moment. "My apologies," he turned away blushing.

I adjusted my jerkin, "It is fine," I responded hoping I wasn't showing too much.

There was an awkward silence broken by a yawn from Huo.

"My name is Jiao," I offered.

"Kang," he returned.

I had a brief urge to check my list for his name, but I wasn't sure if that would be a good idea. He was staring straight at me, and I was suddenly aware that our introductions had only rippled the awkward silence, not stopped it.

I hurried for something to say, "What makes a guy like you join up with the Horde?" I winced at my own words.

He seemed startled that I had asked. He pondered a bit and looked at the nearby warriors and laughed, "I respect their spirit," he pointed at the chef, "and their culture," and then pointed at the towers where a airborne ship was docking, "and their craftsmanship." He looked at Huo for a moment, the cat snorted, so he turned back to me, "Why do you ask?"

"I..." I searched for a lie, "I am having second thoughts about it."

I simultaneously realized how dangerous that statement was and how much it utterly failed to be a lie.

Kang's brow raised in shock. He looked around, then in a hushed tone he told me to follow him. I thought it a bad idea, but after he had fed me, I couldn't really resist. Besides, he was kind of cute.

I shook that thought away. No, he had a cute pet, and was the only friendly face I had seen. I wasn't going to fall for the first man who had fed me. It was really tasty though. No. I was saving myself for a man who could cook, not one who frequented restaurants.

"I still can't figure out how he does it," Kang muttered out loud as we walked, "Red and white pepper, honey, garlic, and a something."

My stomach twisted in a feeling of daisies and butterflies.

Kang's home was a shared dorm with several other Pandaren that sat on top of a tavern he kept. Apparently the Horde allowed him to keep lodging for them because they liked his brews so much. There were several drunken warriors in the front room chatting up a thick yet strong Pandaren woman. They seemed less interested in her lovely rump than in her jugs. Specifically the ones with ale in them. Otherwise several Pandaren, equally drunk, were happily discussing their travels.

If I was lucky, I had just found most of my list. I just hoped they were all on my list.

"How is everyone tonight?" Kang asked the crowd of Pandaren.

They all raised mugs and cheered.

Kang waited for the noise to die down, "I have a favor to ask," he smiled at one exceptionally large man, "Jiao here is having trouble adjusting," he grabbed a few empty plates and mugs on instinct, "Could I ask you guys to make her feel at home?"

There was another cheer, and I was handed a beer. The waitress gave me a wink and strode away swaying her hips and a fluffy tail. I tried not to stare.

Kang then shouted to everyone, "Alright then, a round for the house on me!"

Everyone then cheered, except the waitress who seemed to stumble on those words.

Kang turned to me and explained, "I've got to tend to dinner."

He then strode off into the kitchen, Huo following. The cat turned to look at me, he gave me an intense gaze, almost like a threat, before disappearing into the back. I was so shocked, I had to take a long gulp of beer.

It was good. It was one of the best brews I had ever tasted. Even the brewmasters would be impressed by this. Strong enough that I was already feeling lightheaded, bitter sliced with citrus and a complexity that I couldn't even begin to analyze.

I soon found myself enjoying the company. They each introduced themselves and I double checked the names against my list. No one seemed to protest, and several of them offered to help. Eventually they determined that one girl, Ji Ling hadn't made the list, and I told them not to worry, it was just a mistake. They kept buying me drinks, telling me funny stories, and in general just showing me a good time. At one point I found myself kissing a younger red furred man because he claimed to have never done so, and then I snogged the guy on my opposite side just because he asked nicely. I was in the process of explaining a dance I had thought of, when the waitress pulled me aside.

"I think Jiao has had enough," she explained to everyone, though I protested that it took more than seven to keep me down. I had trouble keeping my footing, so I gave little resistance when she guided me upstairs to an empty room. I tried to thank her with a kiss, but she turned me down. She turned me down again after I misunderstood why she was undessing me. And she turned me down once more after tucking me in.

***

I don't know if it was minutes or hours, but after she left, I was woken by a stranger entering my room. With the lights out, I assumed it was one of my new friends who bought me drinks, but as he stepped closer, I realized he wasn't a portly man or curvy girl, but a wiry yet broad shouldered snarling beast of a man.

My delayed reaction of screaming was interrupted with the man kissing me. I protested, tried to bat him away, but he held down my wrists and I became putty in his hands. I let the man explore my body with his claws at his leisure. I shivered to his touch as he explored my mouth with his tongue. He nibbled at my neck, and I moaned.

Suddenly, he took a bit of cloth and forced it into my mouth. I was shocked, but after he tied the gag back behind my head, I realized I would be helpless under his imposing strength. I shivered in delight at the thought.

He growled at me in warning as he stood to unfasten his belt. He threw away the blanket exposing my wetness to the cold air. I instinctively spread my legs for him, and I heard the man chuckle. I blushed, trying to close my legs, but he slammed a hand down holding me to my decision.

He wasted little time, though I couldn't see anything. I felt his warm flesh against mine, he rubbed up against me to show me what I was about to take. He was much larger than I had been expecting. I idly played with my nipples, but he grabbed my wrists again and forced them down. He would take me on his own terms.

I gasped into my gag as he probed for an entrance. I shuddered as his tip brushed past my clit. I yearned for him as he found his mark, but stopped just as I started to part around him. He leaned in and stared me in the eyes. I knew those eyes.

Huo took me in one strong thrust. I was suddenly so full that wanted to scream out his name. He continued to stare me in the eyes as he thrust again and again. I tried to hold him, to buck with him, to do anything, but I was so powerless that I could do nothing but lay there as I was claimed by the feline companion.

I felt an wonderful sort of lump pounding against my clit as he fucked me. I couldn't tell what it was, but my muffled cries of ecstasy came all the same. It wasn't until the knot was forced inside that I knew.

I came without warning.

He wasn't done. He continued to relentlessly pound my pussy until I was a wreck of tears, saliva, and sweat. I felt his doggy jaw bite down on my neck as he hastened to indescribable speeds. I felt like I couldn't handle any more, as he continued to fuck me raw. He stopped suddenly and filled me with his warm seed deep into my womb.

My heart stopped as I met his eyes again and realized he was grinning a doggy grin.

I woke the next morning my hair a terrible mess, my body aching, my head much worse, and several layers of guilt. I remembered the teachings of the brewmasters and let it all wash away. The guilt at least. I found a robe had been left for me and I went in search of some tea and a bath.

Failing to find either, I traversed that rather tricky stairs back into the tavern. To my relief, I saw that everything was enjoying breakfast, with not tea, but some other warm drink I would find was called coffee. I was equally relieved to find that I wasn't the only one who was hungover, as everyone seemed content to quietly enjoy the morning.

"A loud night leads to a gentle morning" as the saying goes.

Kang entered in through the kitchen door with fresh buns. I saw the blush on his face as he handed me one. Apparently several others saw this as they laughed.

"Kang, you dog," the larger man I had snogged taunted him.

Kang's face reddened as he denied any involvement. I was about to protest as well as I noticed Huo in the corner staring me down. His eyes narrowed in a threatening glare. I couldn't help but keep quiet.

"No," Kang's words were stern, "It was not me."

The larger man frowned, finally taking the hint. They both stared at each other for a moment then looked around the table. They both laughed at the same time looking at the red furred youth.

The boy looked at me and tried to convince me to say something, but with Huo glaring at me, I found it difficult to say anything at all. As the larger man congratulated his younger friend, Kang noticed what I was staring at.

He looked at his feline companion, then back at me. I watched as the gears turned in Kang's head. Confusion. Rationalization. Understanding. Rage. Calm. False smile. It all happened in the span of a breath.

The larger man asked me a question but I couldn't hear it. The rest of the table stared at me, something must have tipped them off. I had no idea what my face looked like at that moment.

With no eyes on him Kang risked shaking his head at me. I don't know what he meant by it. The remainder of the table started to put the pieces together, but there simply wasn't anything to say.

"What is wrong with everyone?" The waitress had just stepped in from the kitchen.

At that moment all eyes shifted to her. I noticed that this included Huo, so I took that moment to have a head start.

I doubted I could make it all the way back to the war center before he caught me, but if I passed by any of the Horde's abundant warriors, I could out him as a spy. They'd not believe me, but that might give Huo pause. After that, I'd just have to make it through the forceful crowd, sprinting halfway across the city, barefoot, with a hangover, in floppy leisure robes.

All this ran through my head in seconds, as I had barely made it out the front door before I stubbed my toe on a rock and tripped over my own feet. I rolled down a hill, that led into a river. As the pain of my tumble gave way the sensation of freezing water, I realized I lost my robe on the way down. I swallowed a bit of water and made a lot of noise and drew and audience before I was treading water.

Scores of eyes looked down at me in confusion and amusement, as the group of Pandaren shuffled out of the tavern to see what had happened. I would have covered my face in shame if I didn't need my arms to stay afloat. I saw Kang standing behind the crowd, looking at me disapprovingly before walking back into the tavern.

I tried to make it back to shore, but something bit me on the ankle. Pain surged up me as I was pulled under. What was going to be a shriek instead was me forgetting to hold my breath. In my confusion and pain, I couldn't even attempt to kick at my assailant properly. I struggled, thrashed, fought for air, but couldn't break surface.

I woke in a cave, the green mist of a healing spell dissipating around me. A wolf man stood above me, grinning a doggy grin.

"Huo!" I shouted.

I had also attempted to point a finger, but my arm was limp from a broken bone and was likely to hurt quite a bit after the healing spell wore off. I realized both of my legs were also mangled quite a bit, but not bleeding.

Huo snarled and opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself, chucked and said, "I see what you're doin, but you can keep callin me that fer all I care." He seemed to care very much. "Sorry aboot all da mess, boot we can'n havin ya blab aboot me."

I watched as my captor turned to walk away. I panicked, searched for something to make him consider not leaving me here.

I wound up saying, "Why did you fuck me?"

"Sorry love, caint say round for more of that," Huo stopped to laugh, "Mistook ya for much mer drunk dan ya were." He looked at me and grinned, "I cood taste da alcohol in yer blood. I din know how ya even remember last night."

I considered informing him of my training, but decided against it. The less he knew, the better.

He stared at me for a moment, "I better get back fore they s'pect anyting," he turned to leave calling back as he went, "Next time ya plan on spy catchin, don be so obvious aboot it."

I watched Huo leave in stunned silence. I had made it pretty obvious. He probably even saw my list at some point. I was a horrible soldier, and even worse at subterfuge. The thing is, I had the information I needed. I knew who the spy was. I could sneak back into the city and...

Pain.

I suffered through it for what felt like an eternity, but eventually I found my will to drive it back down. It took all my effort not to stop screaming in agony, but eventually I could find my center. I focused on my spirit, on my will, on my mind, and then on my body. I concentrated on my chi and expressed an ancient tradition I had learned after years of training.

I summoned mists of healing to envelop my body, and mend my bones. It was slow, trialing work, but I had done it before, and it was likely that I'd do it again. The magic filled that void in my heart, and for a brief moment, I was one with the world. For a brief moment, I was truly happy.

I stood, brushed off my naked knees, and looked about. There was a bit of light, so it wasn't a deep cave, but I'd rather not walk around naked. Huo had apparently left me a blanket just out if reach of the arm he left unbroken. That would have been the worst.

Wrapped in a blanked I exited the cave to find that the city was only a short hike away. I stared at the city for a moment and considered the situation. I would have to sneak back into town, hope that Huo didn't spot me, just to talk to a person who might simply not believe me. She told me to find a Pandaren spy, not a... wolf man shapeshifter spy.

Also, I was attempting to take down someone who was trying to capture me, for the sake of someone who was willing to kill me. As far as I could tell, Huo wasn't willing to kill, he had ample chance for that. This commander, whoever she was, didn't even show me basic courtesy. Huo almost did something that sort of resembled courteous behavior.

I regretted leaving my staff, my clothes, and my new friends, but I really preferred being alive. So I decided that the Horde could get along without me. I looked to the north and the to the south, and realized it didn't matter which way I went.

South though. I went South, for the record. Things really didn't get better in the Barrens.