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Tygore Sagewind, warrior of Thunder Bluff ran through the forests of Kalimdor- his long strides rapidly eating the miles. He wasn't expecting too much trouble: the Horde was in control of this area and so his twin battle axes remained strapped to his back. Sweat trickled in rivulets through the bull's tawny fur as he ran on: he had to be at his goal by nightfall, a location still miles away and already the sunlight filtering through the leaves was turning the rose of late afternoon. Thoughts about what would happen if he was late urged the bull to run even faster, his plate armor clanking like a pot vendor's cart rattling down the streets of Orgrimmar.

Davlan was wary. This was Horde territory, a fact that caused the worgen to constantly sniff the air. The hunter tugged on the straps of his leather armor tight for the hundredth time. But that was part of the part of the challenge- to survive on his own in enemy territory and find out all he could about what the Horde was up to in this forests. The charcoal furred worgen smiled as he checked the sun's height, his exposed fangs glinting in the filtered light. Darkness was coming. Soon he would be the master of the woods.

Tygore reached his goal just an hour before sunset. It was a small clearing, several hours away from the well-traveled trails, containing only a rather large mossy boulder in the exact center of the almost perfect circle. It was the perfect place to camp for the night and not be disturbed by anything other than the wind or rain. The big warrior finally began to relax. He entered the clearing and undid the harness across his chest and shrugged his axes to the ground. As he stretched his back, now free of the weight of his weapons, he looked at the boulder in the center of the clearing and froze. Seated on the boulder, casually watching the tauren, dressed in the robes of a priest, was a large pandaren. Like all pandaren, the male had a large round belly, a white furred head, large black spots around his eyes and ears, and bright green eyes.

The priest grinned broadly as he slid off the rock. His robe fluttered down, but not fast enough for the tauren to miss that the pandaren was not wearing pants... or undergarments. The warrior could see that despite his bulky stomach, the pandaren was fairly well endowed, including a pair of large round balls. But just as soon as Tygore saw them, they were gone and the warrior met the pandaren's emerald gaze. For a long moment, the clearing was completely silent as the two stared at each other.

"Greetings tauren," the pandaren greeted with a bow. "My name is Mushi. And it is good to see a member of the mighty Horde out here."

"Are you lost?" Tygore grunted.

"Oh no," the priest replied with an even wider smile. His eyes seemed to be brighter as his eyes locked back on the silver eyes of the tawny tauren- almost... glowing. "I have been waiting for someone just like you..."

"Mmmeee?" Tygore replied, his tongue suddenly feeling heavy and his word slurred as he looked into the priest eyes. Something about them... the warrior couldn't look away.

Mushi smiled so broadly that his mouth seemed to split his face in half. In front of his chest, his hands moved slowly through a series of arcane gestures. "Oh yes, someone just like you. Someone eager to explore the hidden places of Azeroth. Someone so confident in their martial abilities that they leave themselves open to other intrusions..."

Tygore continued to look deeply into the priest's eyes, feeling unable to look away even if he wanted to (why would he want to?) and slowly nodded in response to the pandaren's words.

"Yes..." Mushi continued, his voice low and calming. "You want to look deep into my eyes. You need to look deep into my eyes. You don't need to do anything other than look into my eyes and listen to the sound of my voice. My voice is very soothing..."

The tauren nodded mechanically, secretly wondering to himself why the priest needed to state such an obvious fact before the thought fled just as it formed. Something inside the tauren resisted this, that it wasn't the nature of things for him to obey a stranger so completely. And yet... it felt so right...

"You are feeling so relaxed, so warm, so comfortable," the priest intoned. "You hear only my voice. You hear it deep inside you, you hear it in your mind. My words are your thoughts. You hear only them, you obey them. You obey your thoughts. You obey my words."

Of course he did. The priest told him what to think. The priest thought for him. He obeyed his thoughts. He obeyed the words. As reality set in Tygore's eyes grew heavy and his eyelids slowly slid downward. He was feeling so relaxed, so comfortable.

"Yes. Listen to my voice, and only my voice. My word are your thoughts. Your thoughts are my words. Hearing my words make you feel so relaxed. Obeying my words makes you feel so good... so relaxed... so warm... so aroused..."

Tygore moaned a little as he obeyed his thoughts and relaxed and felt a swelling in his groin. He obeyed the words, and felt so warm. So relaxed. So aroused.

"You feel so warm. So warm. Your armor is so heavy. So heavy. So confining."

Instantly, the tauren began to sweat. His armor was so heavy, so restrictive. If only he could be rid of it...

Mushi finally stopped speaking, and strode forward until he was caressing the tauren. The massive bull was totally entranced, sweating in the heat of his armor and staring straight ahead through half-lidded eyes.

"Take your armor off... you don't need it here. You need to be nude and natural. Strip... Be as you should be..."

Tygore began to comply with his thoughts as soon as they formed in his mind, undoing the clasps on his chest plate. He slowly dropped it to the forest floor, and moved on to the rest of his armor, starting with his shin guards and working his way up to his leggings. Before too long, he stood before Mushi clad only in his loincloth which was straining to hold his maleness, as he was already half erect.

"Be nude..."

Slowly, Tygore obeyed, undoing the thongs of his loincloth, putting his genitals on full display as the cloth fluttered to the ground. His heavy balls hung there, perfect heavy orbs above the tauren's massive shaft- impressive to the priest even as it was only half erect. Mushi reached down and gently fondled the big bull's balls, and watched the shaft throb and the tip began to flare with the big tauren's arousal at his new state. Like all tauren, Tygore's tool was impressively long: a mottled shaft of fleshy pink and a darker brown that ended in a rather blunt circular tip that flared as they grew close to release.

"Very good, very impressive," Mushi muttered, giving the bull's shaft a gentle stroke and a squeeze. "You are so aroused. So docile. Not a thought crosses your mind except my words. And my words are so arousing. You wish to indulge your lusts. You wish to pleasure and be pleased... by another male..."

Tygore moaned at the thought of having another male's cock in him, as it should be. As Mushi finished speaking, he gently took hold of his pet bull's shaft and gently led him to the other side of the boulder. There, standing perfectly still, docile, and also completely under the priest's control was a nude, dark gray furred worgen. His eyes were unfocused, and his dark pink canine shaft was already half out of its sheath. Mushi smiled at the sight of his other pet.

"Isn't it so arousing to think of?" Mushi asked to both of them. "To love your enemy. To give and receive each other's seed?"

Both moaned in unison, unable to make any other utterance while under the priest's control. But that was all the sound they needed to make, and their shafts made all the reply that was needed: a huge blob of pre appeared at their tips, becoming little prisms in the fading light. The priest nodded in approval.

"Excellent," the pandaren whispered as he rubbed the bull's muscular chest, paying special attention to the off white patch that ran from the center of his chest down his abdominals to his groin. "You are ready aren't you, big bull? You want that thick, knotted worgen cock in your muzzle. You want to taste his warm seed filling your mouth. You need to fill your belly with your enemy's cum."

Tygore nodded dumbly, his eyes now fully on the thick pointed worgen shaft emerging from the other male's sheath just above his wonderfully proportioned balls. The tauren began to drool at the thought of that shaft filling his muzzle. But in his current state, he was completely incapable of doing anything to fulfill his desires. His shaft throbbed in the pandaren's paw in helplessness.

"On your knees," the priest whispered into the warrior's ear as he released the tauren's shaft. The tauren obeyed instantly. Mushi moved behind the tauren and gently rubbed the bull's shoulders. "Good bull. Very good. You are docile, completely focused on getting this hunter's seed in your belly... You are completely submissive... you have no desire to please yourself, no matter how arousing it is... only him..."

Yes. Of course. He lived only to kneel before the lupine creature and suckle his cock like a calf at its mother's teat. He needed the worgen's manhood in his mouth... his seed in his belly... It was so arousing that his cock began to leak a steady stream of pre into a puddle on the ground in front of him.

The receiver now prepared, the pandaren moved over to the worgen and reached a paw down to give his lupine balls a gentle squeeze. The hunter gave a low growl of pleasure.

"Very good," the priest purred, giving a few more squeezes. "You are a mighty, dominant hunter. Your manhood is your greatest asset. It should be worshiped by submissive little bulls... It is the most arousing thing in the world..."

Indeed it was, Davlan knew. His shaft was meant for the sole purpose of being worshipped by submissive taurens. His perfect shaft slid the rest of the way out of his sheath, exposing his knot for the tauren warrior to worship- and the bull knew his place. A needy moan broke through the warm, fuzzy haze that surrounded the worgen's mind causing his cock to throb and spurt out a large wad of pre.

"Yes," Mushi soothed. "So arousing. So dominant. So worthy of being sucked off by a tauren. Look at that needy little bull. It is so normal and natural to let him suck your cock... and to fuck his face..."

Davlan moved forward, the priest's voice continued but faded to background noise. It did not matter: the voice was his own thoughts. He stopped directly in front of the kneeling tauren, his erection just teasingly out of the reach of the bull's muzzle. The warrior looked up with blank eyes, meeting the blank eyes of the hunter with a needy whimper. The worgen reached down to caress the tauren behind his ear, giving it a scratch before shoving the bulls head into his crotch. The tauren moaned lustily, inhaling the worgen's musk as the hunter continuously pressed his head into his crotch, smearing pre all over the warrior's face. After his face was thoroughly coated in pre, the worgen kept the tauren's muzzle pressed against his crotch so the bull could suck on his furry balls while his perfect cock continued to throb and dribble onto the warrior's muzzle. All the while, the commands that where their only thoughts continued to guide their actions.

Mushi, who continued to whisper commands to his pets, stood behind the worgen as the tauren worshiped the hunter's maleness- as nude as they were, his erect and dripping cock pressing gently against the unaware worgen's back. As the priest commanded, Davlan released Tygore's head to allow the tauren to take the hunter's cock and rub it against his nostrils and mouth before inserting the tip between his lips. A low growl of pleasure escaped from the entranced worgen's muzzle as the warm, moist confines of the tauren's muzzle encapsulated his member. Meanwhile, as far as Tygore was concerned, the sole reason he had his muzzle was to contain the worgen's perfect shaft. He began bobbing his head up and down the worgen's shaft as a good bull (so the voice in his head said) should. He took all of the lupine's thick shaft all the way to the knot, and stopped. As he paused, the worgen took charge, thrusting his hips and shoving his shaft into the tauren's warm, wet maw. Tygore moaned around the shaft as Davlan clamped both his paws around the warrior's horns and used them to thrust faster sending even his knot to the tauren's mouth.

Davlan continued thrusting, knowing that this was what he was meant to be: a deity for tauren males to worship and suck off. His cock throbbed against the roof of the warrior's mouth as the dutiful bull pressed his tongue against the underside of his lupine deity's cock. Tygore moaned loudly around the shaft in his mouth as his lord generously spurted short streams of warm salty pre into his grateful mouth. Davlan began panting as he kept thrusting into the tauren, feeling that his climax coming closer as the light began to fade. Tygore, sensing his deity's release coming closer, began sucking harder while the worgen thrust faster, hoping against hope that his lord would come into his mouth. But he knew that such things only happened to the best of bulls.

"Good, my worgen," Mushi whispered. "Very good... He has been a very good bull. He deserves to have his belly filled with your cum."

Davlan moaned loudly as he pulled the tauren tight against his crotch by the bull's horns, with his entire shaft in the bull's muzzle. Then, the worgen's cock throbbed hard in the tauren's muzzle and released a massive stream of seamen deep into the bull's throat. Tygore gagged for a second in surprise at his lord's generosity, but then sucked down everything he could. Davlan gasped as another wave of pleasure surged through him, pumping even more ropes of thick cum into the tauren's muzzle. So intense was the worgen's orgasm (made so by the priest's magic) that he collapsed onto the warrior even while still shooting seed into the other's hungry maw.

"Very good my hunter," the priest whispered as he reached down to caress the worgen's furry rump. "Show off that perfect rump of yours. Show it to your big dominant bull."

The hunter slid to the ground and did so, raising his rump into the air, lifting his tail to expose his rear, his tail hole eager to be filled. So enthralled was he to the priest that the fact that just a moment ago he had been a dominant top who lived for his cock to be sucked was gone as quickly as the priest spoke. Tygore stared straight ahead blankly, although his cock throbbed and leaked as the worgen continued to display his rear for the bull.

"Isn't that a wonderful rear warrior?" Mushi asked seductively as he massaged and spread the worgen's cheeks to expose his waiting tail hole. "It begs to be filled by a big dominant bull like yourself..."

Davlan gave a low moan to punctuate the voice in the tauren's head- despite having an orgasm that was so large that it felt like a meal in Tygore's stomach, the worgen was still hard, dripping, and desperate to be taken by the big bull. The warrior's head bobbed numbly. He was meant to seed the worgen. Yes. His purpose in life was to get this male pregnant...

Tygore leaned forward as his thoughts commanded and took a firm grasp of the worgen's cheeks and spread them so that he could press his nostrils against the lupine's tail hole and breathed his warm breath into the worgen's tail hole. The hunter moaned and clawed the ground as the warrior ran his tongue from his balls, up his taint, and up to his tail hole. The tauren gave the worgen's waiting tail hole a good long lick before sliding the tip of his tongue into the hunter's ring, slowly spreading the lupine's insides. The hunter raised his rear against the tauren's muzzle, allowing the bull's tongue to slide even deeper. Tygore swirled his tongue all along the worgen's insides, getting his little wolfie ready to accept his massive shaft. Davlan moaned as he felt his insides stretching and his cock throbbed every time the thick tauren tongue pressed against his prostate. Meanwhile, Mushi had moved behind Tygore and gently inserted a thick finger into the bull's own tail hole and whispered encouragement to him.

After a long moment of stretching the worgen, Tygore slid his tongue from the other male's rear and finally stood up, unaware that the priest had given him a similar stretching and had pulled his paw free from the tauren's rear as the bull stood up. The worgen whimpered as he was left totally unattended as the tauren reached down to gather the puddle of their combined pre and smeared the warm, slick fluid all along his massive shaft.

"Excellent..." the priest whispered. "Give the needy puppy your shaft... plant your seed deep inside him..."

Tygore needed no further encouragement, he bent down and pressed the tip of his shaft against the worgen's tail hole for a moment before slowly sliding it in to the eager orifice. Davlan gasped loudly as the tauren's thickness pressed against his insides, and moaned and splattered even more pre on the ground as the flared tip massaged his prostate as it passed. Tygore grunted as he slowly slid roughly half his length into the worgen's warm, tight, confines. The wolfie squeezed his tail hole against the tauren's shaft, moaning as he took more of his bull's shaft. Tygore put his paws on the worgen's hips and began thrusting steadily into his wolfie's inviting tightness. Davlan melted as the pressure built up inside him as the tauren's massive shaft pressed deeper inside him. He moaned loudly as a tawny arm wrapped around his chest and pulled him off the ground and held him tight against a muscular chest. He could do nothing but moan and drool as his bull held him tight and continued to piston his hips against the worgen's rear. If the worgen's eyes weren't so unfocused, he would see the priest had come around to watch the hunter be bred. Davlan whimpered as the priest pressed a paw against his stomach to feel the massive tauren shaft bulge that formed with every thrust of the warrior's powerful hips. The bulge grew wider as Tygore grew closer to orgasm and the tip of his shaft flared to the point that he couldn't fully pull out of the worgen's tail hole. The warrior began to pant and thrust faster and faster, and felt himself reach the point just before his release.... And stayed there...

The tauren grunted and continued to pound his wolfie. Davlan whimpered and moaned, his cock throbbing and steadily leaking pre with such constancy that it seemed that he was having a constant orgasm. But just like the tauren breeding him, he was on the point of release and could go no further. In front of the two, Mushi gently stroked himself and watched with a broad smile.

"Well, it seems our game is finally come to an end," the priest mused. "Deep inside you, your orgasm is building, and building. When I tell you to, you will have such an intense release that you will pass out in each other's arms and sleep safe in your foe's arms. And when you awake, you will return to your senses. Your orgasm continues building, ready to release."

Both of his pets moaned and panted, ready for his consent (and for him to release the spell he had cast to keep them from their orgasm) to release their loads. With a final smile, the pandaren gave them permission to finish. He withdrew the spell from the tauren first, who slammed is hips tight against the worgen's rear and unloading massive ropes of cum so deep into his wolf's stomach that the priest could see the bulge increase in size with each jet of the bull's seed. The pressure overloaded the worgen, whose cock throbbed and released its own thick ropes of cum with each successive release of tauren seed into his insides.

Slowly, exhausted, and with his shaft still in the worgen's rear, Tygore collapsed to his knees and then on to his side and fell asleep with his worgen in his arms...

***

"I will never understand," Mushi said with a sigh that became a moan of pleasure. "Why you two just can't have sex like a normal couple."

Davlan made no reply, as the worgen's long muzzle was full of the pandaren's erect and throbbing cock. He did make a moan/chuckle as he continued sucking the priest off (now fully aware of and in control of his actions), which echoed the chuckle that Tygore gave as he massaged Mushi's shoulders.

"I'd say we're far from a normal couple," the big tauren rumbled as his hands worked down the priest's nude back, tracing the large black splotches in his fur and finally giving the priest's ample rump a squeeze. "A worgen and a tauren... two males, finding love across faction lines. What's normal in any of that? Doesn't it make sense that we would like a little different sexual routine?"

Mushi didn't reply. He couldn't give one more than a long, ecstatic moan. He was too busy enjoying the payment for his services, and Davlan took his entire cock into his muzzle and Tygore slid one of his massive fingers into the priest's eager tail hole.

A hundred yards away, Davlan's mastiff (on guard to ensure that the trio wasn't disturbed) briefly looked back towards the priest's loud moaning before continuing the rounds that his master had asked of him.