Friend in a New World
Always wanted to do one of these...hope everyone esle likes it lol.
A shorter story that i just wrote and it flowed out pretty quickly / any and all criticism is welcome of course
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The sound of a coming storm played through the tauren's ears as he stared across the small mountain. He looked down the cliff, and shuddered. It was a sheer drop-off, but then again he was in the Thousand Needles-nothing but tiny mountains that gave the appearance of needles; hence the name. "Test of Faith...yeah right that old cow wants to kill me. Why did I even talk to him!?" Harkin yelled into the air.
He had been on his way to Feralas, but no-he had to stop and see if the old hermit wanted his help. He agreed to the Tauren's request and before he knew it was ontop of a needle, with a plank off to the side-the only way down. Harkin looked over it again and sighed, "I could try and repel down, but I'd only have a few meters of rope then I'd still have to fall-to my death!" he said, quiet angry.
Harkin felt the wind blow through his mane and beard. His fur waving lightly as he stood atop the needle. He was eight feet tall and weighed six hundred pounds-a bit pudgy, but with a lot of muscle. His eyes were hardly visible as he had yellow eyes-so he looked a bit like a ghost. He had white fur all over his body, and brown facial hair. He had three braids down his muzzle, each blowing in the wind. He tied the ends of each with a cloth. His horns curved away from his body and lightly upward, and had a dark yet milky look to them. He adorned his horns with a ring on the left. He wore a cloth robe, blue with green running through it. Around his neck he wore a charm made of ivory, from his first kill from years ago. On his back he had a large staff, a gnarled top to it.
"So...he wants me to jump..." Harkin said, a bit calmer now, after observing his surroundings. He stood up and brushed off his robe. He took a few steps back and looked forward with a smile. Harkin was a druid, of the Mistrunner clan; being the clan devoted to the cleansing of the land. He began to run forward and as he ran transformed into a white cat with blue strips. He jumped off the cliff with all his power-guessing he should at least see how far he could jump if he was going to die. He fell and closed his eyes as the ground neared, but never felt the impact. After a moment he opened his eyes, and saw the old hermit in front of him smiling. Harkin heard a hiss and realized he was still in his cat form. He quickly shifted back to his humanoid form, "What the heck was that?!" he asked, not caring for the respect the elder deserved.
"You passed, you show great faith," was all the tauren said.
Harkin took a moment and thought about what the tauren had said. He was about to yell again but knew that there was wisdom in the old cow's words. He scoffed and turned around, ready to get to Feralas. He walked out of the cave, and transformed into his traveling form, wanting to get there as quickly as possible. He ran quickly and felt the wind rushing through his fur. Despite the fact that he weighed more than most of his brethren he could run fine. He thought back to his childhood and was reminded of the times when the others would make fun of him for his weight. He chuckled-thinking it was ironic that he was the strongest now. His thoughts drifted as he ran.
Harkin had departed on this little odyssey two years ago. He wanted to become stronger and learn the ways of the druid. He enjoyed it and in the years had traveled far and met many-from the orcs in Orgrimmar to the forsaken of the old kingdom. He had grown much stronger, but realized that he was still weak also. He wanted to go to Feralas as one of his clan mates had called him, but he also had heard that the enemies there were strong. He loved going to new areas, it was always like entering a new world, full of adventure and possiblilites. He thought he was a well balanced fighter, good at his magical talents as well as his physical. He preferred to cast his spells though, fighting from a distance being a safer tactic.
After a few hours he reached the edge of Feralas. He slowed down his pace and switched back to his humanoid form. He walked into the area, amazed at how quickly the barren landscape became green-lush with life of all sorts. His ears perked as he heard the sound of fighting. He instinctively went into his cat form and stealthed over to the sounds. Below the small cliff where he stood he saw another tauren fighting what appeared to be a yeti. Harkin's thoughts ran to why a yeti would be so far out here, but he noticed the tuaren was quickly losing ground. Without thinking he jumped down the cliff, landing softly and turned into his humanoid form as he cast a spell.
Garradon fought the yeti, and felt his blade fly from his hand. He knew that death was the only thing that awaited him now. He closed his eyes as his body instinctively tensed up-awaiting the death blow. To his surprise it didn't come. He opened his eyes and was surprised to see the yeti covered with roots, sprouting from the ground. Garradon looked around his eyes wide and saw his savior-a white tauren with a robe.
"Hurry up, the spell won't last long!" Harkin yelled, not having realized just how strong the enemy was.
Garradon's mind immediately went back to a battle state. He ran to the yeti and jumped in the air, and stomped onto the yeti's head-smashing it. He saw the roots slowly peel away and he looked over at the druid.
"Are you OK?" Harkin was asking when he saw the tauren charge him. He dodged it, and instinctively cast a spell on his attacker-the arcane energies hitting the tauren.
Garradon cried out in pain, but continued his assault. From where he had charged, he grabbed his sword and began his assault again-the burning from the druids spell making him feel like he was dying. He saw the tauren's eyes widen and felt sorry for him-the death blow upon him. He was surprised when he felt his sword swing through the air. He looked down in time to see a paw slamming into him, and feel himself rolling across the ground.
Harkin had transformed into a bear and swiped him, sending him flying. He was on all fours when a bear so the blade swooped above him. While he was a bear his actual girth didn't change much-reminding him of his weight. He quickly changed out of it and back into his humanoid form. He began to channel a spell and dericted it at the tauren who was struggling to stand. He released it.
Garradon felt himself being picked up and saw that he was enveloped in a gust of wind. He cursed himself.
Harkin waited for his spell to wear off then cast some roots onto his enemy not giving him a chance. He bound the tauren, his hoofs, hands, neck, and every part of him.
Garradon felt the thorns cutting into him, but not very tightly. He saw the druid walking forward.
"Why did you attack me brother?" Harkin asked.
"Who are you, are you here to finish me?!" Garradon yelled. He felt his body going numb.
"I'm not sure what battle you were watching, but I just saved you..." Harkin said and stepped forward, "you're safe now,"
"I'll never be safe! They'll come after me now," Garradon said, lowly. He knew he was about to faint. His vision blurred as he stared at the druid.
"The yeti aren't the revenging type... what do you mean?" Harkin asked.
"No...not...the..." Garradon said, but slipped off into unconsciousness.
Harkin stared at the tauren. He didn't get what he had meant, it all sounded like rambling. He looked the tauren over and saw he was severely wounded-an arrow piercing his shoulder among many cuts and stabs. He wondered how strong the tauren would've been if he wasn't injured and shuddered; the thought that he may have lost the battle. He let go of his spell and let the tauren fall onto him and gave a grunt-he was much heavier than he looked. Harkin transformed into a bear and carried the injured tauren on his back. He wandered around the wilderness and found a cave. He quickly entered and began to heal the tauren. He took the warrior's armor and clothes from him so he could apply some herbs.
Garradon had brown fur covering his body, with a white milky spot on his chest and stomach. He was almost a foot taller than Harkin and easily the same weight though mostly muscle-Harkin was reminded of his more chubby nature. He had a nose ring and three braids-much like Harkin's own. His body was well muscled with a small stomach, but besides that it appeared the tauren was all muscle.
Harkin blushed as he examined the body, and shook his head, not wanting to think such thoughts about someone he did not know. He began to channel the nature's energy and heal the warrior, taking his time. It was long and it had a toll on Harkin. He moved over the tauren's body and noticed a tattoo, and jumped back, "What?!"
This warrior was from the Grimtotem. Harkin looked the tauren over, the tattoo was definitely of that clan-no doubt. He contemplated killing the warrior but shuddered at the thoughts; such a dishonorable kill would bring a curse upon his own family. He continued to heal the warrior, knowing he could ask questions later. Once he finished he sat back against the wall with a heavy sigh, but stared the tauren over. He got up and moved to his bag and got out the rope. He tied the tauren up, "Just to be safe..." he said with a frown.
After the treatment was done Harkin fixed a fire and pulled out some meat from a wolf he had killed. He cooked it slowly over the fire and out of the corner of his eye saw the warrior moving. He turned around and watched him awaken form sleep. When the warrior's eyes met the druids Harkin smiled, "Good, you're awake...would you like something to eat?" he asked.
Garradon tried to move but found it was useless, he was tied up. His stare to the tauren became icy, and then he realized he only had on his loincloth-his stare quickly turning to one of shame. "Why didn't you kill me?"
"Why would I? If you want to die do it somewhere else. I'm only concerned with healing the earth and preserving the balance..." Harkin said, and chuckled a little-he sounded just like an elder.
"I have a Grimtotem sign!"
"I'm from the Mistrunner!" Harkin yelled back in mock anger. "Well, now that that is out of the way..."
"Your people are supposed to hate them...to kill me,"
Harkin looked at the tauren, "Why did you say 'them', as if you weren't one of them?"
Garradon flinched and looked away. He had spoken out against his chieftain, and in truth wished to join the Horde. He knew it was impossible and decided to live the life of a hermit. His clan had found him and attacked him, but he had been able to escape-at the cost of his some of his old clan's lives. He had killed them to escape, but he had no choice. It had come at a cost-they severally injured him. Garradon gasped and looked over his body, he had been healed. He looked back at the druid.
"Will you answer me?" Harkin asked.
"I was banished," he said simply. He looked at the druid, "Why did you heal me?"
"I wasn't going to let you die...can I trust you enough to untie you?" Harkin asked.
Garradon looked the tauren over, "That's up to you," he said then felt a root run to his bonds. He felt the cloth being torn and he was able to move his hands. He stared at the druid who gestured him over and to sit down. He sat down and looked at him, trying to figure out the druid. He noticed that the druid pulled out his robe a bit, and guessed that it was to hide some of his stomach that had been showing. "What is your name?" he asked.
"Harkin Hornrider. You?"
"Garradon...just Garradon. I've abandoned my last name..." he said with a scowl. It was silent for a moment before he saw Harkin hand him some of the wolf meat, which he had burnt.
"Eat," Harkin said and he bit into the meat. He grimaced at the taste, but ate anyway. In order to survive out here you couldn't be picky with what you ate, not to mention that Harkin liked to eat. He may have been embarrassed by it at sometimes but he liked his body, it felt good to him. The two of them ate a quiet meal, neither saying anything. Harkin felt it was awkward and looked over at the warrior, "So...what happened with you and your clan?"
Garradon looked over with a scowl, but his features lightened up-he knew the tauren didn't mean to open the wounds. "I had a disagreement with my chieftain. I was found doing something that is shunned. I ran away...and I wanted to join...ya'll..." he said, meaning the Horde, "But I knew it would be impossible so I just became a hermit. My old clan found me and tried to kill me... I fought, and got away. Then you found me... that's the short version..."
"OK...you don't need to say anymore," Harkin said with a frown. After a moment his looked up in surprise, "Wait? You wish to join us-the Horde?" he asked.
Garradon nodded. "Ya'll would never accept me though..."
"Not true...I could talk with some of the elders. I'm sure we can work something out..." Harkin said.
"You could do that?" Garradon asked, a hint of excitement coming out.
After that the conversation flowed well. They talked about how they could get Garradon into the Horde, but that only lasted for a moment. They began to talk to each other about more, realizing that they were alike in many ways. They got along well and were even able to laugh with some stories. Harkin looked at the tauren, and tried to keep his eyes on the warriors face, but occasionally sneaked a glance at his loin cloth. Harkin sat at a position that made it hard for the warrior to see that he had a hard on. Even when they were talking about serious matters Harkin couldn't help but feel a lust for the bigger bull.
Garradon saw the tauren's glances and was glad that he was in the shadow of the caves. He began to wonder if the druid was interested in him, he knew that he found the druid cute. In the shadows he could glance at Harkin more easily, and one of the first things he noticed was that the tauren was quiet pudgy. He felt his sheath stir at the thought of how the tauren looked without the robes on. He hoped that Harkin was gay like him, they got along well enough.
They talked for what seemed like hours and Harkin looked outside, "Elune is high in the sky...we should sleep,"
Garradon looked outside too. "Yes..." He felt himself frown-the memories of his past running through his head. He looked over at Harkin and felt his frown melt away and a smile replace it. Something about the druid made him happy, and he saw the druid looking at him also.
Harkin looked over at Garradon who was smiling at him. He liked the tauren, not just as a friend-the warrior made Harkin's member stir. The fact that Garradon only had his loincloth on also didn't help the matter. He saw the warriors smile and thought maybe he was like him. Harkin leaned over and planted a small kiss on the warrior.
"What!?" Garradon yelled, after he realized what the druid had done. He wasn't angry, just shocked.
Harkin backed away, ashamed, "I'm sorry...I...I...I meant it as a...it was just a friendly gesture!"
Garradon looked at the tauren. He never thought that Harkin would be like him also-to like males. "I think it may have been more..."
Harkin looked at the tauren, stunned. "No...it was just-" he said. He felt the tauren's breath on his nose.
"Don't lie to me; it's not going to work. I can smell you, and see that you're hoping I'm like you too...I am," he said and rubbed the druid's thigh through his robe-gently rubbing Harkin's hard cock.
Harkin let out a moan, "No, I'm..." he said then looked at Garradon-surprised. "Wait...you're like me..."
"If by like you...you mean gay then yes," Garradon said and kissed the druid, rather forcefully.
Harkin fought the kiss at first, but opened up his muzzle soon, and felt the tauren's tongue invade his mouth. He couldn't help but let out a moan. After a moment he began to return the kiss, and felt Garradon's arms wrap around him into a tight embrace. He felt the tauren pull on him, and lift him up-making Harkin gasp in surprise.
Garradon pulled the tauren back and into the cave-near the fire. As his hands explored the tauren he could tell that the druid was chubby, but there was a surprising amount of muscle underneath it. He let out a moan and ran a hand down to Harkin's thick thigh and rubbed it sensually. He laid them both onto the floor of the cave, placing himself on top of the druid. He let him go and broke the kiss. He cupped Harkin's cheek lightly.
Harkin looked for words, but couldn't find any. All he could manage was a weak, "Wow..." he said. He rubbed the tauren's fur and pulled on him, "I've never been with someone before...I want you," he said with a lust.
"Well, now you can guess what my clan found out about me..." Garradon said with a chuckle. He moved a hand down and rubbed the tauren's thigh again, "You stripped me...should I get the same honor?"
Harkin suddenly felt embarrassed, and was sure red was visible under his white fur. He usually was clothed and beneath the robe it was hard to see that he was a heavy set tauren-probably why the teasing had stopped. He hated to admit it but he was scared of what people thought about his weight. Harkin looked to the wall, and placed a hand over his robe-not wanting to undress.
Garradon caught onto the druid's discomfort and kissed his neck, "What's wrong..." he asked as his tongue ran along the tauren's neck. He stopped and sat up on the druid and began to rub his stomach. He guessed by how the druid had been trying to cover himself at what was bothering him, "If it'll help...I love your thick body. I've always thought that males should have a bit of meat on them...if not with muscle then with what you've got going on," he said and leaned down onto the tauren, "and you've got it all,"
Harkin looked up at the tauren. He was surprised and shocked, never having received a positive comment on his weight. He felt Garradon move his hand from his robe and began to untie it. He let out a light gasp as the night air met his fur, but soon felt a warm hand running over his stomach; and the warrior planting his muzzle onto Harkin's. Harkin opened up to the kiss much quicker this time, and pulled on Garradon in return, moaning as he rubbed against the tauren. He pulled from the kiss, "Let's get more comfortable," he said and ran a hand down to the warrior's loincloth.
Garradon felt the tauren pull on his loincloth and felt his member slip loose and hit against the tauren's stomach. He quickly returned the favor and pulled the druid into another quick kiss, now nothing between their bodies. He ran a hand down to Harkin's cock and gently stroked it, making him moan into the kiss. He felt the druid begin to thrust into his hand. Garradon pulled form the kiss with a smile, "Eager?"
Harkin let out a moan, "It's been so long since I've had a chance to release,"
Garradon chuckled as he kissed the tauren's neck, "Well then, I'll have to make sure you enjoy this," he said and moved down the druid's body. He rubbed Harkin's stomach and kissed his body as he moved down to his cock. He admired Harkin's hard cock as he inhaled the druid's musk. Garradon smiled to himself and began to kiss the cock, as he did the tauren. He could hear Harkin's moans increase and could feel a good amount of pre coating his lips as he kissed the cock. He stopped after a moment and licked his lips-the druid tasted great. He looked up at Harkin, "I'm new to this...tell me if I do anything wro-" he was saying as he was shoved onto the cock.
Harkin's placed his hand on Garradon's head and forced him onto his cock, and was happy to hear an encouraging growl from the warrior. He began to thrust into the tauren's mouth, careful not to be too rough though. Every time he pulled away from the tauren's muzzle Garradon would quickly lick his tip then wrap his tongue back around his member. This drove Harkin crazy-making his moans echo in the cave. "I-I'm...not going to last long!" he warned the warrior.
Garradon increased his efforts at Harkin's words. He wanted to taste the tauren; to have him cum in his mouth. He gave a moan of approval and bobbed his head faster on the cock. The musk of the tauren driving him to increase his efforts more, making him moan as the cock throbbed around his tongue. He didn't let up for a moment, wanting to drive the tauren over the edge.
Harkin let out a series of grunts as he erratically bucked into the tauren's muzzle, Garradon grunting as he did. He felt his load being shot into the muzzle and shut his eyes tight. After the beginning of his orgasm he stopped bucking and felt his cock shooting in smaller streams now, and Garradon moaned in approval-eagerly sucking on the now semi-hard cock.
Garradon was happy to take the druid's load, and was surprised by how much there was. With the amount he had no doubt that the druid had been deprived of realease for quiet some time, but Garradon eagerly took the load, and kept it on his tongue for a bit before swallowing it. He pulled off the cock with a plop, making Harkin give another thrust, and moved up to kiss him. He pulled the druid into a deep kiss, running his tongue over the druid's as they explored each other's muzzles. They kissed for a while, and Garradon let out a moan as a hand enveloped his cock, that was slick with his own precum. When he pulled away he looked at Harkin with a lust, and was happy to see the look returned.
"Are sure you've never done that before?" Harkin asked with a grin.
Garradon blushed at the praise, "You've never been with anyone before you said?"
"No..." Harkin said, and felt a bit embarrassed.
Garradon caught onto this, "Don't be embarrassed...you're my first too..." he said, hoping to soothe the tauren. He was glad when it worked and Harkin smiled up at him. Garradon kissed the druid and ran a hand to his butt and groped it. He broke the kiss and rubbed the tauren's butt, "I want you,"
Harkin didn't object. He lefted up his legs for the warrior, but was scared, never having put anything in him, much less been mounted. He felt Garradon let his legs rest on his shoulder as he adjusted himself. He felt the warrior's cock press against his tail hole and let out a groan as it pushed in-the precum a happy soother.
Garradon took it slow and leaned down and nuzzled Harkin, "You're so tight...so hot..." he said through moans. He stopped and let the druid get used to his cock then pushed in more, and repeated this.
While the warrior was stretching him Harkin felt the cock hit and run against something in him. It made him moan and sent waves of pleasure through his body and his cock began to come to life again. He felt the tauren hilt him and after a moment ask if he was ready. Harkin looked up at Garradon, and nodded.
"If it hurts or anything is wrong tell me to stop," Garradon said, and began to pull out. When the tip was left in he slowly slid back in just as slowly.
The burning pain became nothing but a dull throb and soon the pleasure was causing his cock to shoot a bit of pre onto his chest with each thrust. The sensation was incredible, and soon the warrior's pace as faster. He felt the tauren pick him up, he was now sitting in his lap, and he wrapped his legs around the warrior's waist. Suddenly Garradon kissed him, roughly and deeply, and Harkin returned it eagerly. He felt the warrior begin to pick him up a little and then drop him down onto his cock as he thrusted upward-the sounds of their moans and his sack slapping the druid's ass echoing through the cave. He could tell that his body was shaking from the power of the warrior's thrust, and let out moan-glad that Garradon enjoyed his size. When the kiss broke Harkin wrapped his arms around the warrior and felt their chest being pressed together-both wet with sweat. He could feel his cock being rubbed by his own belly and the warrior's, and let out a happy moan. Harkin embraced the tauren firmly and leaned in next to his head, "Please...f-fuck me!" he moaned, begging for the warrior.
The words made Garradon thrust faster and harder into the tauren-to Harkin's joy. With the power of the thrusts his sack slapped against the white tauren's ass each time, and he hilted himself into the druid. His belly became slick from the pre that Harkin's cock was producing as it was rubbed by his belly and the druid's. Garradon watched as he fucked the tauren, seeing the druid's stomach bounce lightly with the thrust along with the rest of him. He could feel the tauren's passage clench around his member as they both moaned loudly. "I'm not going to be able to keep this up..." he panted as the tauren moaned.
Harkin brought Garradon into a kiss and broke it quickly. He roughly nuzzled the warrior's neck, and pleaded for the warrior to cum into him, wanting to feel Garradon's seed run through him. He continued to urge the tauren on, knowing that he wasn't going to last long as his own cock was rubbed. At his pleading he felt Garradon being to buck into him, harder and faster than before. This sent the druid over the edge and he growled as his passaged clenched around the cock and his own cock began to shoot. He shot his load in-between them, and as the tauren continued to thrust into him it was rubbed into them, coating them. "P-Please...don't stop! Fill me!" Harkin begged as the warrior's cock erupted into him.
The druid's ass clenching around his member sent Garradon over the edge and he let out a fierce roar as he shot into druid-filling him with his seed. He bucked into the tauren who encouraged him. He collapsed after a moment, bringing Harkin on top of him and felt the druid bring him into another deep kiss. It was much sloppier than the others as they groped each other and rode out the afterglow with one another. Garradon gave a moan of pleasure and rubbed their cum-soaked bodies together. After a moment Garradon felt his cock slip out of the druid's passage, but the kiss didn't end. They continued it for what felt like hours, rolling over one another, and exchanged dominance as it went. When they finally broke it a strand of saliva hung between them and they stared at each other. Garradon was the first to speak, "It's colder than I expected in here...Did I mention how much I love big guys like you," he said with a small chuckle.
"I have an idea...you'll love this then," Harkin said and moved down and quickly lapped the warrior's cock. He stopped and got up with a chuckle, "Sorry...couldn't resist it..." he said, licking his lips.
"One moment..." Harkin began to shift into his bear form-a bit more fur covering his body and a bit more fat along with it. The fur was white with blue and purple tattoos on it and he now had purple eyes. He was on all fours again and was about to lay down before he saw Garradon move under him. He suddenly felt the tauren roughly lick his sheath and balls. He felt a rumble in his chest as the tauren did this.
"Mmm...I'm going to have a lot of fun with you, or... you can have even more fun with me..." Garradon said with a chuckle. He pulled the bear down onto him, and was glad he could take the weight. He rubbed Harkin's sides and moaned, "You feel so great," he said.
Harkin was glad that the fur was denser or he was sure that the tauren could see his face-now completely red. He enjoyed being able to shift-it was great, but he wished he could still speak, one downside. Instead he licked the tauren affectionately and wrapped his massive arms around him-when he changed he was bigger than even Garradon.
"Mmm...night..." Garradon said with a happy growl as the bear pulled him into the embrace.
Harkin gave a louder happy growl and felt his chest vibrating. He licked the tauren and drifted to sleep.