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"Turntail"

It was a dark night in Mulgore as Aurik made his rounds; being tasked with traveling the lone road from the remains of Camp Taurajo to Thunder Bluff, he had a long trek from one side of the land to the other and by Bloodhoof Village, he had already grown thirsty enough to make a short side trek to the lake and scoop out a couple handfuls of water. He had ale strapped to his belt in a waterskin, but wanted to keep a clear head, especially as they were headed toward the midnight hour. His eyes had grown keen to the dark, and he didn't want to ruin it by imbibing and making a terrible mistake. It was that mistake that nearly got people killed when Deathwing's rending of the land caused the upheaval of its typical landmarks. He had nearly pushed a baby into the river in his hurry to get the family from the flaming wreckage. He hadn't forgotten about that and it had been many years since the lands were affected by the great dragon.

As he cupped his third handful into his mouth, a movement from the corner of his eye gave him pause of distraction and he glanced over his shoulder to see a white-furred Worgen traversing the road he had stepped away from. The man's appearance was suspicious to say the least, but noting his attire, he realized that the worgen was actually a priest. Per the chief's mandate, and his attempts to help spread the olive branches of peace between the Horde and the Alliance, priests in particular had been welcomed onto their lands, and as a rule the guards were not permitted to interfere. He exhaled sharply and watched as the worgen made his way toward the bridge. The beast had spotted Aurik and gave a soft nod toward him. The bull made no move, but took another sip from his palm before shaking his hand dry and staring the man down as he turned and continued along the path; but where was he going? He exhaled through his nostrils and watched the worgen cross the bridge, seemingly headed for Thunder Bluff directly. Something not normally permitted by their agreements for the area. Under the cover of darkness? Even with Mu'sha shining as brightly as she was, it would have been hard to mistake the outline of white from even the sharpest guards. So why were there none watching him? He could not have been the only one to see the priest's journey through Mulgore. He kept his eye on the worgen as he made his way toward Bloodhoof village and spied a familiar figure standing just beside the bridge, his loyal canine companion seated beside him.

"Good evening Aurik. How does this evening find you?"

"Should you not be in bed, young one?" Aurik asked with a frown.

Ahab Wheathoof shrugged. "Nah it isn't my bed time yet, I see you're just as curious about the worgen that I am. But he seemed very nice, said he was meeting some friends and that he would be back before dawn."

"Friends?" Aurik asked. "What sort of friends are those?"

"He said I was too young to know and to get back to him in about twenty years...?" Ahab spoke in confusion. "I am not sure what that's all about, but what do you think sir?"

"You want to know what I think? Spies."

"Spies?" The young bull asked. "You mean like...secret alliance here in Mulgore?" He gasped. "We-we have to tell someone! We can't let the Alliance destroy this place! We-we...!"

"Calm yourself, there is no need to raise the alarm just yet. So far, the beast is nothing more than a priest. A spy would need more evidence to uncover, yes? Perhaps I should tail him and find out this man's end game, find these...allies you said he was going to meet and expose them for this heresy." He hummed and ran a thumb along his chin. "Yes. Yes, I think I will do that."

"Let me come too! I'll be quiet, I promise!"

Aurik shook his head. "There is no telling what sort of dangers lie down that road, Ahab. You will remain here, you will tell no one of the priest or my plans to tail him. I will be back by dawn. Do you understand?"

"Just because I'm too young to do anything" He pouted.

"Not young enough to keep a secret though, correct?"

Ahab looked up and smiled, giving the large warrior a firm nod. Smiling, Aurik patted his shoulder and set his own weapon further on his, squinting his eyes the keen-eyed bull could still see the shape of the worgen still walking down the road. With a growl at the back of his throat, Aurik made his way to the bridge and crossed the river. He knew he needed to be careful, he was as exposed under the brilliant light from the sky as the priest; though with a darker and more reddish hue to his fur than the worgen's sheen white pelt, he was also much larger compared to the sliver of a man he was following. He inhaled the night air and exhaled slowly as he made his way down the road to be sure that whatever this priest was up to, that he wouldn't get away with it.

It had rained earlier that evening, the smell of the plains were still very strong with it. He did his best not to distract himself from his quarry, but Aurik was able to easily track his footprints in the freshly stepped dirt road. He knew which direction he was headed and how fast a pace he was keeping; the worgen was in a hurry, his pace having picked up from this side of the river to an almost-jogging speed. The tauren picked up his pace as well and continued to follow. The wind was blowing toward him, meaning that with his target upwind, there would be no way for him to notice the warrior following him. He could still see the faint outline far ahead of him; why would a spy mark himself out so easily with white fur and little covering to disguise it? Why wouldn't he have made some attempt to hide--Aurik paused for a moment. Why indeed? Could this be some sort of an ambush in the making? Was he walking into some kind of a trap set to silence him to not report to his chief? Rather than clutching at the large sword strapped across his back, Aurik thumbed at the belt of daggers at his hip. If it were to come, he would need to be ready for it. Glancing around each of his sides, he looked forward again and realized all of a sudden that his target had in fact vanished from his line of sight. The worgen was not making his way up the road leading to Thunder Bluff, and as he came around the bend, he noticed that the priest was no longer on the trail; which made his mind instinctively kick into defensive mode as he drew his larger weapon and swept it about in a long, slow circle. An attack could come at any time, but here? On this well-visible point in the road? They would be madmen to try. He clenched his teeth and readied for a battle that didn't come. A cool breeze across his nostrils came with no scent to it, he realized that he was alone and nobody would dare attack him now. But where had the worgen gone?

Walking along the path, he noticed the priest's fading footprints as they turned off the main trail and vanished into the grass. He leaned down and peered into the grass and several distinct impressions could be made out under the dull lighting above. It was then he'd noticed that clouds were again moving in overhead, and if he stood any chance to track this worgen, it would need to happen quickly. Otherwise he may lose him completely.

Aurik made his way onto the grass, his hooves pushing silently into the stirring dirt under it as he did so. He could see a slight pattern in the direction of his movements and realized he was now moving in a southeastern direction, he knew an old cave rested in the hillside about a mile off the beaten path, and he realized that this must be where the priest was meeting his fellow Alliance spies. Growling at the indignant use of his lands, Aurick moved forward at a brisk pace to try and catch up with him before he could make it to his allies. He knew it now, he had to complete this mission, he had to...

"What is this heatwave?" Aurick thought all of a sudden, realizing just as suddenly that he had started sweating. It was something in the air, something that he was wholly unfamiliar with had flooded his nose. It was enough to cause an arousal under his loincloth, which he tried to put out of his mind. Now wasn't the time for that, he would have to deal with this sudden sensation later. Right now he needed to find that priest and take him prisoner, the Horde had to be made aware of the Alliance's treachery during this time. He pressed onward, despite the heat he felt, a fresh drizzle of rain could be felt along his pelt of fur as he crept up behind the fronds of a large bush with a good visual of the cave he had been looking for. Torchlight could be seen from within the mouth of the cave, and so could the sounds of what seemed like muffled speaking. Aurik's ears flicked, but he couldn't make out the noises from within. Quietly, he crept his way closer to the cave where the smells he could pick up earlier suddenly began to coalesce. It was like the aroma had a fog of its own, only he could not see it, more taste the strange flavor off the air. It was so overwhelming now that he had to put a hand onto the ground to steady himself. He rubbed his eyes and took a sharp exhale before continuing up the hill to peer into the cave; first from low to the ground as he had reached the crest of the hill that ran along the mountain wall, but then more subtly he moved to the side to get a better vantage inside and what he saw caused him to clap his hands over his mouth to keep his gasp from escaping:

In the center of the cave was the priest, alright. But in the last position he'd expected. The white-furred worgen was surrounded by six other bulls; all naked and gathered around the firelight as they brought untold actions upon the beast's body. One was lying underneath him fucking him from behind. His thick rod already buried deep inside the white furred ass, draining its precum all down his leg so excessively that it was dripping off to the floor under them. A second bull, this one black furred to contrast the worgen's white body held the male's leg up in the air as he too fucked him in a graphic imagery of double penetration that Aurik had never seen before. His jaw dropped open in shock as he watched. He remembered the rumors of a worgen named Morrice who lured beefy men into having sex with him, he'd never expected the stories to be true.

Morrice moaned as he leaned back, letting himself be fucked by the two massive bulls before reaching for the cock of a third. He licked along the bull's shaft and wrapped his mouth around its girthy flesh, grunting softly as the two fucking him could fill him as completely as they could. It was at that point that he rolled over onto his back and pulled the second bull on top of him so his balls and the balls of the one under him slapped and rested together. Their bodies writhing as one as he milked the third one all the way to the hilt and back again, that shapely bulge in his throat clearly making itself known as he deep throated every inch.

Aurik looked around the cave and spied the other three bulls, two of them standing together looked identical in coloring, he realized that they were the brothers Garet and Oakheart. He'd had no idea that the pair standing their stroking themselves to an orgy were into this sort of thing; the realization made the warrior's cock rise just a bit more. He blushed and placed his hand down, trying to push his erection down. At the same time he couldn't tear himself away. The smell was also intoxicating, the scent of male sex was as thick and hanging heavily in the air and it was causing his shaft to drip to the ground like a miniature waterfall. He shuddered, still resisting the urge to just give in...

Seeking an escape from the imagery, he looked at the sixth bull in the cave; this one was also familiar, Tonga loomed in the furthest corner. Indulging himself a bit much, he too was dripping over his stroking hand as his other tugged at his heavy, large balls.

"Ahh! Fu-fuck! Yes!" Morrice gasped and grunted aloud as the two bulls plowed into him so hard that he began to jet streams of cum across his stomach and under his chin as the pair bellowed and began to pump their seed into him as well, instantly filling him and spilling it out onto the stone platform and flooding the room with their musk.

Aurik blushed, it was all too much. He'd never imagined something like this would smell so good, he was more seasoned than many in his groups, but he was still narrowly a full fledged adult, he'd never experienced anything like this outside of his imagination. His erection was growing increasingly difficult to ignore, however.

"Hmm well, well." A voice shocked Aurik suddenly as he looked to see the worgen grinning in his direction. Lying in his position under the two bulls, he managed to look at Aurik from an upside down position, somehow seamlessly slipping that massive length of flesh from his muzzle at noticing the warrior in the doorway. "An unexpected visitor?"

Aurik grunted as two of the bulls on either side dropped their massive hands on his shoulders and pulled him into the cave and out of the rain that had gone from a drizzle to a shower. "What--what is going on here?" He asked.

There was a chorus of laughter as one of the bulls stepped up behind. "What do you think is happening Aurik?"

Aurik felt a tug at his harness that pulled him back slightly, he felt nervous at this; he'd gone from aggression to feeling completely lost to this new sensation as Morrice sat up and smiled. "Well, isn't he a big bull?" He asked rhetorically as he got to his feet and approached. "And what do we owe this spying to? Me being a worgen here? You've been following me since the village haven't you?"

The bull stared the worgen up and down before nodding. "I suspected..." He glanced around. "A much...different situation than this."

"I can imagine." The wolf grinned as he walked toward the bull, his hands grazing the flap of leather that left nothing to the imagination with it tented across his erection. "And I must say you're quite an impressive warrior to follow me this far, why not take it a few steps further?"

"Oh, but he is the youngest bull here." The gray furred bull said from behind him. "What makes you think he even likes it?"

Glancing at the bull's cock, Morrice ran a finger along his chin. "Oh, I have my suspicions." He said. "What do you say, big guy? You're the youngest but obviously the biggest here, surely you've had your share of fun?"

"W-well...I..." Aurik breathed out sharply, giving off a nervous chuckle. "I've--I've never... been with--well other bulls..."

"Or anyone..." The reddish bull whispered to another, both of them chuckling among themselves.

Flustered, Aurik glared at the pair, his ear flicking in frustration. Morrice, however had a bit of a different reaction, his ears perked up and his tongue lolled out a little as he uttered out "Really? Well we'd have to introduce you to the pleasures that come with our little gathering." He said as he reached under the cloth and gripped the bull by the balls. "That is if you're interested..."

Aurik didn't have a moment to argue as Morrice swept the leather flap aside, unveiling his thick cock. The priest lapped his tongue around his lips before slipping them along the warm flesh. The bull gasped at the sudden wet, the deep warmth that suddenly wrapped around his shaft as the worgen went fully down the flesh. Taking his time at first, Morrice's mouth and his tongue twisted around it as his claws worked at the slim belt holding his loincloth on and it fell to the floor. The warrior breathed in deeply, his chest puffing out as he leaned back and to his surprise, the lips of one bull found his nipple under his brown fur while the eldest bull turned his head and gave him a hard, messy kiss. The smells of sex and musk intensified as he muffled out a moan and he nearly fell back, but made himself stand upright as Morrice effortlessly swallowed his shaft all the way down to the hilt. His throat stretching and expanding each time he took the flesh in. It was tight around his cock, it fit so snug that it felt amazing, he could feel his tip dumping pools of precum, and Morrice simply swallowed it, effortlessly indulging himself with the bull's flavor. After several minutes of this, Aurik's head was finally released from its locked in kiss and Morrice slowly pulled himself back and off his cock. He casually wiped his cheek of any excess saliva and stood up again. He grinned and took the warrior's hands. "Come here then..." He said as he led the bull back toward the stone slab in the center of the cavern.

It was then that Aurik noticed that it wasn't simply a bare stone slab, there were layers of leather pouches and pillows to decorate it that he didn't see before. Before he could point out how comfortable the layers seemed, he found himself suddenly lying on his back across the slab. His body being as massive as it was, there was no evidence that he was even laying on something. He grunted and looked up as the priest climbed up on top of him, pushing his shoulders back against the pillows. "What-what is this?"

"Shhh, just relax and go with it." Morrice whispered, placing his finger on the bull's lips as he seated back and rested the crevice of his ass against the bull's cock.

This was really happening, Aurik didn't say another word as Morrice leaned back and wiggled his ass against the fleshy tip. Morrice was excited about this; he'd taken plenty of tauren cock in his day but Aurik looked and felt bigger than most, as he brought his weight back he had to practically stand on the massive bull's thighs and ready himself. As the tip slid in, both he and Aurik made a soft moaning noise as the worgen slowly began to work his weight down along the pole. His cock was so hard right now that it was pressed against his stomach and had no give between his fur and the seeping of precum across his gut. He moaned louder as he made his way down further, he could feel Aurik's girth slide around in his stomach, he could feel it press against the fur and flesh of his stomach and it only made him pant and want more.

Aurik growled to himself, feeling the tight warmth of Morrice's ass flex against his cock. The stretching of his stomach and the stirring of his insides as the wolf continued to tediously slide down his shaft. He reached his hands down and grabbed the wolf's backside, stretching it out and encouraging him to go down just a bit further, he was almost buried to the hilt in him, but he also didn't want to hurt him. Morrice watched the contorted expression of restrained pleasure in Aurik's face and took the last inch and a half all the way to his lap. Aurik gasped loudly and thrust up, making the worgen moan loudly as his back arched and his head rolled back slowly. Aurik thrust again and watched the priest bounce upward. "Nnnhhh..." He moaned. "Fuck... yes..." He groaned as Aurik struggled to compose himself, failing as he stretched his hooves and pressed them down, lunging up into Morrice's ass and making him cry out even louder as he stabilized himself, placing his hands directly onto the bull's pectorals. "Yes! You are a natural!" He huffed loudly and pushed himself down again and again.

"Grr... so... hot..." The warrior shuddered as he pulled down hard on the priest.

Suddenly, it was as if something caught his attention and he exhaled loudly through his nostrils. To Morrice's surprise, he felt the bull grab his hips and move, suddenly throwing him onto the slab instead as his legs were lifted up almost directly over his head. There was no moment to breathe and Aurik didn't miss a beat as he slammed his entire body back into the worgen's rear, driving hard straight down to the hilt and making him howl again as a spray of precum spat over both of their faces in two perfectly arced shots. Lust had filled the warrior's eyes now and he shoved his lips over Morrice's, kissing him with his bull tongue as he continued to assault the man. Morrice couldn't speak now, his tongue had gotten tangled in the saliva-soaked extension from the warrior's mouth as his entire body almost bent over double. The impacts could be felt even under his back as the stone under them shook with his driving weight, threatening with each blow to split the rock in half, but his enormous, muscular arms prevented his fuck toy from moving very much to the left or the right. Aurik's tail swished wildly behind him as he secretly realized the other males were standing around, staring, stroking themselves to this onslaught of his powerful energy.

Morrice took a breath finally after several seconds and panted. "That's...nnnh! That's it! Fuck me, breed me warrior."

Wordless, and passionately fucking the smaller worgen into the tablet, Aurik turned his head and looked at the other bulls, with a grin, he reached back and exposed his ass to them, thumbing his pucker invitingly. He hadn't been with anyone, but every bull spent time alone. Little did he realize when he did it that he was preparing for this day, pure instinct had kicked in, and he wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked by a real bull. Tonga, the largest of them stepped forward, cock hard and in hand as he wagged it back and forth along the warrior's furred cleft. He spit crudely and rubbed it onto the head of his member before pressing it hard against the circle of muscle and then forward. A loud bellow erupted from the cave; one that could possibly have been heard as far away as Thunder Bluff, or Bloodhoof Village for that matter, but he didn't care. Aurik slammed himself back again and again, feeling the pleasure of the void being filled by the mighty druid. Their bodies linking again and again as the slaps of their bodies began to get wetter and louder. Growls and grunts filling the cave making it sound like a herd of bears had taken the spot for their breeding season. So this was what being bred felt like; Aurik's grip tightened, the assault on him was driving him closer and closer to his climax. He felt Morrice's legs wrap around his hips and help angle him forward faster; the gray bull had returned to his place behind the worgen's head and he swallowed the thick meat again. There was something entancing about watching that bulge fill his throat and recede, again and again as the bull gripped his horns, pulling them both together passionately. It was so overwhelming, feeling Tonga's grip tightening at his waist, feeling Morrice's legs only inches higher, hugging his lower back all of them pulling toward the center in a mass orgy surrounded by four other bulls fucking against the walls.

"Oh f-fuck it's too much..." Morrice thought as he swallowed the flesh over and over again as it was shoved down his throat. His toes curled, his prostate tingled and filled his stomach with an uncontrollable urge to-- "NNHHHH!" He gargled as he began to explode, his cock firing stream after stream of cum that coated his fur, coated Aurik's face and even shot against the bull behind him.

Suddenly the gray bull began to tremble and let out a deep lowing noise before he began to cum deep into the worgen's throat. It swelled up despite Morrice's constant swallows and cum began to spew from his mouth as it overflowed, injecting another healthy dose of sex smell into the cave. Tonga and Aurik both came at once, Tonga claming his teeth down on the warrior's neck in a powerful love bite as he came hard, filling Aurik as the warrior grunted and began to fill the worgen, both filling with the sudden wet flood if their seed until both spilled from their receivers in glorious waterfalls of white as it drained down toward the floor.

"Nnnhhh!" Aurik grunted as he fell to his elbows, resting them on either side as he collapsed over Morrice's rapidly moving chest. "Ancestors help me, how did it take me so long?" He panted.

The four bulls that surrounded them had also finished, and each laughed as they stood from their places on the floor. This was followed by the gray one as he pulled his cock free of the worgen's grasp, then Morrice joined in and Tonga was the last to laugh. This made Aurik feel both silly and flattered at the same time, he blushed despite what they had been doing, and he began to laugh as well.

The morning light filtered into the cave not long after they had finished; an entire night had passed while the group continued to fuck, move on, fuck again until they were all satisfied. When at last the group had started to leave, coated and caked in their dried seed, Aurik rested his arm against the mouth of the cave. "I fear I may have judged you incorrectly." He said to Morrice, who was strapping on his belt as well.

"Most people do. It's been that way ever since the first worgen. I'm used to it."

"You have helped me in many ways, priest. I do hope you come back soon."

Morrice smiled. "Oh count on it, I try to make it back as often as I can. I've got too many fans to back out now." He chuckled. Aurik sighed as he looked out into the sunrise glow filling the grasslands. "Say, are you all right? You don't seem to be quite satisfied enough." He groped the bull. "Perhaps another round."

"Oh, trust me. For now I am quite spent. I'm just thinking of what I will tell Ahab. I told him I was coming up to catch a spy in the act, and now I am for intents and purposes... "sleeping with the enemy."." He laughed. "Safe travels, priest. May we meet again."

"Yes. And please, call me Morrice. Simply calling me a priest after a night like that feels...blasphemous." He said with a wink.

THE END