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Three. Two. One. Go! Doreth was the first out the Twin Peaks gate, as was always the case. He was a speedy devil, racing on all fours down into the pipe that connected the Horde base to the waterways outside. A flash of green and the cat vanished; in its place an orca that dived head first into though questionably-clean water, racing off like a... like a... like a fish through the water. Or something. Either way he was gone, tail arcing through the water, cutting it as easily as a knife before he had once more ascended to land, shifting swiftly to the form of a cheetah.

"I'll be there and back before they've even left their bloody base!"

Doreth loved to go fast, he enjoyed the feeling of weightlessness, the notion that not even the element of air could stop him as he spearheaded his way right through it, wind curving around his gracious, aerodynamic form. His footfalls were light and swift, his powerful legs propelling him along at speeds that could only be described as redoubtable. His tongue lolled out and his eyes closed, knowing full well where he was going, as he simply let himself be engulfed in the utter, Elysian delight. He silently thanked An'she once again for gracing him with his druidic powers and pitied his friends who could not Dash along like he could, who relied on his Stampeding Roar's to even hope to attempt to match his splendour.

He was so wrapped up in his internal contemplations that he crashed head first into a Night Elf rogue who had happened to be sitting in stealth behind the house nearest the Alliance base. His moment of surprise was quickly wiped away as he assumed an aggressive, threatening position, growling fiercely. However, this was unnecessary, as the rogue's brains lay splattered all over the farmhouse's wooden walls, a look of unsurpassed shock painted upon her face as she hung from the rafters... or more, stuck to the rafters. Apparently she had not expected a druid to hurtle into her at such a significant speed... unfortunate.

"Well... uh... that'll teach her. Scumbag rogues." He turned away and continued on, though this time perhaps not so fast and with his eyes most assuredly open! Before long he was padding his way up the ramp to the Alliance base, darting from shadow to shadow. He decided that now might be a good time to prowl, just in case another sneaky Alliance was nearby... time to spam pounce while we run. Pounce. Pounce. Pounce. Punce. Pance. Pants. Phants. Elephants. Electrocution. Execution. Executor. Extinction. Exemption. Unkempt. Lent. Loan. House loan. Pound...Pounce. (Who could tell I didn't know what to write here?)

"Aha! Speedyboots!" He whispered, running up to nab the boots just so he could run around all quick-like in stealth. For some reason, he always got such delight out of being so swift in a state that really was not conducive of speed. Something about telling the laws of physics to just go fuck itself felt so right. What also felt right was his current position; that being perched upon the second story of the boss, scanning the killing floor down below and ready to spring upon any unsuspecting soul that happened to stumble into his range. It was so empowering, to know that you were the predator, to know that everyone was your prey, that the power to end a life (even if only for a few seconds) was held in your hands (paws) and yours alone.

A few sticks, a leaf, a giant grey rock near the flag, a leftover Mr. Willy, a campfire, a mage table, a Healthstone well... Seemed the place was empty. Right, no point wasting time, we've got a flag to steal! He readied himself, crouching down, hips pushed back in a pre-pouncing position. His strong legs flexed and bulged just a touch as he sprung forwards, catapulting through the air with equal parts speed and grace. Unfortunately for him, that grey rock which, upon closer inspection, was quite furry and decidedly less rockfish, turned out to be... well, not a damn rock you fucking moron.

A giant, muscled arm shot out, the clawed hand at its tip wrapping around Doreth's poor kitty throat with pinpoint accuracy, forcing his eyes to pop out in horror as that grey, furry 'rock' unfurled and showed itself for the beast it was; a giant fucking Worgen. God damn this fucker was huge, his herculean frame something to be admired, to be worshipped even. His form was simply redoubtable in all ways possible, being more suited for one of those beings that were more than mortal. And yet here it was...

Doreth would have stared in awe had he not been gasping for breath, scratching and batting at the trunk-like arm that had arrested him in an effort of futility. Fortunately for him, the beast seemed not without cognizant thought and, as it seemed, mercy. The cat was soon dropped on his haunches, promptly switching back to his usual Tauren self out of exhaustion, and left to pant and recover by the Worgen who stood over him. Now that he wasn't having the life strangled out of him, Doreth had enough time to study this creature. Despite his size, he was quite ordinary for a Worgen, sporting a long, braided beared and a mantle of shaggy fur and, it seemed, a wide, almost goofy grin, the kind that showed off all of his wonderfully sharp and dangerous teeth. He was dressed in naught but a leather harness and a pair of leather chaps, both very useful in showing off his masculinity and leaving very little to the imagination.

What a fool, thought Doreth, he should have struck while he had the chance! Now, all he had to do was - whatever his plans were, they were cut at the throat before they had the opportunity to flourish, as he soon found the Worgen's foot planted firmly in his face. The Tauren cringed and spat as his mouth was filled with sweaty dog sole before being pushed on to his back, his face being pressed to the cold floor of the Alliance base. The Worgen let out a deep chuckle, finding immense pleasure in the utter surprise that painted his conquest's face.

"What kind of runt Tauren are you meant to be?" He said, grinding his foot and, subsequently, the poor Tauren's face into the uncomfortable floor. Strangely enough, the Worgen's voice held little of the cockney inflections usual to his people ----Doreth growled and spat at the beast, letting him know just what he thought of his opinion! "To hell with you, mutt! Hurry up and kill me - I'll be back before you know it and next time you won't be so lucky!" It was times like these that Doreth wished his mother hadn't been so insistent on pushing him into the career of a druid. If he was a rogue, perhaps he could have just vanished away in a puff of smoke (though apparently no one was willing to teach him the ways of subtlety anyway, talk about racism! What do you mean Tauren are too fat and loud to be rogues?), or if he had followed the teachings of the Sun he could just bubble and laugh in this man's face as he hearthed. Wait... where were we again? "Oh but that would be far too kind, pet. After all, mercy is for the weak, and weak have no place on the battlefield." Oh.

Doreth found his face pressed against the floor once more, able to stare at naught but the retarded, cross-eyed (YOU HEARD ME) MR. Willy as he felt the Worgen shifting around next to him. What was that big oaf up to? He was just wasting valuable time! "Look, if you're going to-...to... Oh boy." Doreth was confronted by the biggest dog cock he had ever seen - (and that was saying a lot. What do you think shape shifting druids do on their time off?) - hovering just inches from his face. The Worgen had straddled his chest and was grinning down at him with a cheeky look, well, he supposed it was a cheeky look - he couldn't see much other than that red rocket of his.

The slick meat was pressed against his snout, beads of sweat and precum trickling into his nostrils and forcing him to breathe in nothing but the canine's musk. And BOY was it musky! His rod radiated pure manliness, pulsing with each heartbeat and throbbing with the strong need to release. Earth Mother damn it all, he had enough of this back at his own base! "Look... Listen, I'll just leave and w-" Whatever he had been going to say was cut short as his mouth was stuffed full of hot dickflesh. This fellow wasn't soft about it either, plunging his cock so far down Doreth's throat that it started to bulge. He choked and gurgled, grabbing a handful of fur and trying to throw the beast off, but he was far too insistent. "No, go ahead, keep struggling," said the Worgen, "that only makes it more fun for me." He punctuated his mockery with a hard thrust that nearly popped his knot into the poor Tauren's mouth as well.

Whilst he would have liked to have just bitten down, he realized that perhaps that wasn't quite the best option available. He would have also liked to simply talk his way out of the situation but, as you can guess, that wasn't quite so easy either. And so, with a sigh (or something that vaguely resembled a sigh... cock in the throat, remember?), Doreth accepted his fate for the moment. It's not like he'd never sucked a cock before, right? Besides, the faster he got this fucking dog off, the faster he'd be let free, right? Though that knot did look a touch intimidating...

He took a moment to right himself, breathing heavily through his nose (right from the Worgen's crotch, of course) and closing his eyes so as to relax himself. While the Worgen's meatpole was perhaps a little thicker than he was expecting, he'd taken longer cocks from his friends, and, he noted, they weren't really any softer than this bloke was. With a bit of effort, his throat stopped trying to purge itself of the invading member and sat still, trembling softly in a tenuously held peace. Well, at least he wasn't gagging and choking anymore!

In a move that surprised him, the big wolf pulled his cock back out of that wet cave, his dick dripping with saliva and pre. However, the pleasure of a free mouth was soon robbed from him as the beast's fur-covered orbs were dumped into his mouth soon after. "You can call me T, by the way." Said the Worgen, ever-smiling that devious, knowing smile. Doreth scowled at T as well he could, or more accurately, 'squinted angrily' at him, all the while rolling those huge, bloated lovesacs around in his mouth with his tongue. Call it a habit, or perhaps a trained response, he just couldn't help it and honestly didn't really notice it. "Mmph, yeah like I care... what your, pff, name is!"

T responded by grabbing the bull by his horns and tugging him forward, forcing more of his sweaty nuts into the Tauren's mouth and grinding his pre-soaked cock into his nose. "Oh you will, little boy. You'll get to know me very well over the course of this battle and, hey, if you like it enough you and me can head down to the showers and fuck there, too. And I know you'll like it enough to do that." He said all of this while jerking off his slick red rocket to a wondrous melody of 'fap fap fap'. Poor Doreth snorted and growled, trying his best to spit those awful balls out of his mouth to speak (and failing horribly, of course). "Phhfuck yuu-" "No, fuck you. Actually, that sounds like a wonderful idea."

T yanked his nuts free of Doreth's mouth with a loud, wet pop, resulting in a trail of saliva dangling between the two. He wasted no time in scrambling around on the Tauren's chest, his big, fluffy (no, no, fluffy sounds too cute. Hairy?) arse hovering inches from the bull's face as he leaned forward to grope and fondle his groin. "OI! DON'T TOUCH ME YOU FU-" Doreth's protests were smothered by hairy (Hairy?... Yeah, okay, hairy!) wolf arse as T sat down on his face, rubbing his sweaty crack back and forth across the bull's snout and lips. "Be a dear and... and, uhh... nope, I can't think of anything smart to say. Just suck on my arsehole while I get your cock out, all right?" Well it's not like Doreth could really say no anyway, what with a pink wolf ring demanding the attention of his lips.

The Worgen was swift about his business, freeing the Tauren's own junk with ease (and by ease I mean he simply ripped the fabric that contained it clean off, ruining his trousers!). "Y'know, I expected a runt like you to be smaller in the manhood department. Not that I'm complaining, of course. Your size might actually be useful, in fact." The big, mean ol' wolf grabbed hold of Doreth's floppy, half-hard, half-flaccid meat in one hand, holding it near his face. With his other hand the Worgen reached down between his legs, brushing up against his arsehole as he stuck a few fingers in the Tauren's mouth to get them nice and wet. "That's a boy..." He gave the dick a little kiss, just a little one, before promptly shoving his sopping wet middle finger knuckle deep right into his dick hole.

Doreth yelped out and nearly pushed the fucker right off of his chest. At least it gave his face enough room to speak! "Oi! What the fuck are you doing! I thought you said, aah... I thought you were going to fuck me!" T just chuckled as he started to finger fuck the Tauren's cock, his finger coming out more covered in pre each time. "Yes, I did say that. What, you'd rather I just went in dry, no prep, no nothing? Boy, I know you're eager for some wolf cock, but maybe you should calm down a bit, eh?" He slid another finger in alongside the first, just to punctuate his point as Doreth's cock slit stretched out and around the digits to compensate.

"Shut up! No! That's not what I... ughh.... Fuck." Now, Doreth loved a big one right up his rump just as much as the next bloke, but if you wanted to really get him going? That sweet cum-tube right there was where it was at! The Tauren was already struggling to stop himself from wriggling about and moaning like some little bitch. "C'mon man, cut me so-" He was cut off as T sat on his face again, grey fur getting in his nose and mouth. "God damn you talk a lot, boy. Just shut up the fuck up and lick, it ain't like you aren't enjoying the shit out of this."

Well... it's kind of hard to argue against that, isn't it? What with your balls twitching and pulling up into your body and your cock spurting precum all over some bloke's hand like it was at the god damn firing range. "Hnnnngghhh." So what would any sensible Tauren do in this situation? Well lick some damn Worgen arsehole, of course! He reached up again, latching on to T's arsecheeks, one in each hand, though not with the intention of shoving him off this time. He spread the cheeks as wide apart as he could, clearing most of the fur out of his breathing holes (most...). There it was, staring right back at him, the wolf's bright pink pucker, a little sweaty, but otherwise (or perhaps even more so because of it) prime for some good ol' fashioned tongue-fucking.

Doreth raised his head up, bringing his lips to the Worgen's arse to give it a sloppy kiss or two, being instinctually tender even in a rough situation. He came off with sweat on his lips, but he didn't care much. His mostly flat tongue slithered out, dancing and tiptoeing from the top of T's arse, just before skin gave way to fur, right down, over his hole, to his taint. You know, there was something relaxing about sucking on a man's arsehole. You know what I mean? Maybe it was the intense musk, maybe it was the salty taste of sweat, or maybe it was the fact that, even if this brute of a dog seemed to see himself as a real tough bloke, his cock was still dripping like a tap, if the hot drip-drip of precum on Doreth's cock was anything to go by.

Well, Doreth had a job to do, and by An'she he was going to do it, even with the Worgen's finger's poking around his cockhole. His tongue twisted this way and that, running ever closer to T's rumphole, sliding just along the entrance, teasing constantly. He tickled it with just the tip of his tongue, chuckling to himself at the wolf's reaction. Doreth licked his lips, pressing his face right up against the Worgen's arse, tongue lolling out as he prepared to shove his tongue right in and- "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!" Now, it was one thing to have a finger poking around your cockhole, it was another thing to have three fingers poking around your cockhole, and it was yet another thing entirely to have a massively hung, far-too-big-for-his-own-good Worgen shove his huge, red dick into your cumslit, sinking it in all the way up to his knot.

"Take it out! Take it out! Oh fuck!" Doreth's cumslit was gaped open so damn wide, forced to stretch out to accommodate the Worgen's dick. "Okay, okay, jeez. Fucking whiney bitch." T grabbed hold of the Tauren's dick with both hands (mostly because it was so big that he needed both). Slowly, but surely, he started to pull out, the bulge in Doreth's cock slowly receding, inch by inch, until naught but the tip of his dog cock was lodged in the Tauren's slit. "Actually... nah." He crammed it right back in, resulting in a ragged gasp coming from the bull beneath him. Doreth didn't even have the strength to push the wolf off of him, only being able to weakly bat at his rear end.

T made short work of that bulging snake of meat, pounding it hard and fast like he would a nice, wet pussy. Truth be told it wasn't far removed from one; what with the constant gushing of precum that spewed out of Doreth's cock every time T pulled back, as well as the loud, wet squelching sound sex; the pap pap pap of meat against meat. The Worgen's assault left Doreth about half as strong as a paper towel and three times less useful! "Please..." He groaned, not in pain (...okay, maybe a little in pain), but as an expression of helplessness. He felt so insignificant, so powerless! Tauren were meant to be one of the strongest and proudest of the free, intelligent races of Azeroth; and yet here he was, being fucking dick-raped by some horny fucking wolf! Gods damn it all, this wasn't fair at all!

"C'mon, just... fuck..." Have you ever stepped out of a lovely, hot shower and just felt your legs turn to jelly, making standing up a real struggle? Yeah, that's what Doreth felt like at the moment, though luckily for him he wasn't standing! He had no doubt it'd be an exercise in futility. "Just fuck? Jeez buddy, you really are a horny fucker, ain't ya? Well your wish is my..." He grunted as he stood up, popping free of Doreth's thoroughly abused meat before turning to face the bull this time. He squatted down, flexible canine cock pointed down as he re-entered his conquest. "...command!"

Doreth's eyes rolled back into his head and his tongue lolled out as he came, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Cum fountained from his... no, no, it was choc full of dog dick, wasn't it? Well, his orgasm would have been shooting all over his chest and abs had his only cum-hole not been blocked off, so instead it simply dribbled out the minor gaps alongside T's dick or receded back down into his cum factories. He didn't moan, nor shout nor cry, simply trying his hardest to maintain a hold of his consciousness. It was... a bit of a struggle, to say the least.

T just took this as permission to blow himself! The bastard... He yowled and yipped as he pumped away, his bulging knot slamming against Doreth's cock over and over again. "Fuckin'... fuckity fuck!" He slammed downwards, letting out a long, low howl as he himself exploded, though thankfully (for T at least) the passage of his seed wasn't hindered in the slightest. Pump after pump of hot doggie seed shot forth from one dick only to dive right into the other, like some perverse exchange of goods. T would have been wagging his tail if he had one, so he instead settled for rapidly tapping his foot. That's what dogs do, right?

It was a bit of a wait until either one of them recovered enough to make sense of their surroundings, or even think straight for that matter. Which is why it was even more of a shock when they both looked down to find T's knot wedged firmly within Doreth's bulging cock. While a scream or a shout or even some crying might have been a more proper reaction, they were both too stunned to do anything but stare at the problem with eyes wide and mouths agape. "But... how...?" "Hang on, lemme... Pull... out...!" T tugged and pulled, shifting this way and that as he tried to wriggle and slide his meat free from the constricting grasp of the Tauren's dick.

"Err, this might take awhile bud..." The Worgen scratched the back of his head and shrugged apologetically at Doreth. Shit happened, after all. He couldn't help that his dick was so big that it sometimes got stuck! "FUCK YOU! TAKE IT OUT YOU STUPID MUTT!" Doreth was furious! Yeah, sure, he got raped, whatever, that's not what bothered him. But to be forcefully tied against his will, and then told 'oh no, too bad, you just gotta deal with it. Sorry.' Well... He should have a better control of his own dick!

"Listen now..." T put his hands on his hips, looking down at Doreth with a frown; looking rather silly as the two were still tied at the cock. He opened his mouth to say more but something caught his attention, something Doreth wasn't aware of that tugged and pulled at T's scruffy ear. "What? What the... are you fucking kidding me? Fine, I'll do it myself." He let out an enormous, exaggerated sigh, as if this was something he were far too used to. "All right kid, plans have changed." He took a half step forward, or something akin to that... it's hard to walk with a damn Tauren between your legs! T grabbed a hold of the sturdy Alliance flag before him, lifting it out of its groove with a grunt before passing it down to Doreth. "Here, I'm gonna need you to hold this for me. It seems my teams getting their shit kicked in and can't get to your flag, so it looks like it's up to me, huh? I can't just leave the flag here either, or else some sneaky fuck might come in and snatch it away. Can I trust ya with that?" He reached down to pat Doreth on the cheek, wearing a mocking smile. "Sure I can."

So there Doreth found himself, tied by the dick to what he presumed to be the enemy leader, holding the enemy flag in the enemy base, mouth agape and eyes wide. What was this trickery? And how was this punk going to get to his base with his cock stuck in the Tauren? "Hey wait, how are you gonna-" T lurched forward with a loud growl, muscles bulging as he dragged the Tauren along the ground with him. Doreth yelped, swinging up to wrap his arms and legs around the beast, leaving just enough room for him to carry the flag as well. No way! He knew the Worgen was strong but... this was ridiculous! He couldn't lug the Tauren all the way, could he? Not within the time limit at least! Doreth, once he had mustered the courage to do something other than bury his face in sweaty wolf chest, looked up and immediately frowned.