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The mountain pass seemed to fade from the different shades of copper in the Redridge Mountains to the ashen colors of the Burning Steps. Now and then you could see the slow-moving lava pools flowing down the sides of the canyon walls. The caravan took care to make sure they didn't fall over the sides of the narrow makeshift bridges just a few feet above the pools. One thing they didn't want to do was lose a supply cart to the unforgiving mass.

Huttser, a Worgen hunter, sat hunched up in the back of the second cart which was only shared by his lion companion Sambas and their new friend Sapphire. Sapphire was a white tigress searching for a druid that had taken her innocence. He left her to fend for herself and conceive the cubs he had forced upon her. She planned on raising the cubs as her own but she wanted to make sure the bastard responsible would help raise them as well.

Sambas looked up at the burning skies unsettled by the sight. Even though Huttser had been through the area before he had not. Huttser only found Sambas during his run through the Twilight Highlands while in pursuit of Cho'gal and his twilight occultists. If it hadn't been for Huttser he would have been a toasty critter at the behest of Deathwing himself. The world-destroyer felt those in the Twilight Highlands were a very real danger and took to purging the lands when he could by raining down fire on all in his path. Sambas had been in his line of sight for a brief moment before Huttser tackled the lion out of the way. Sambas owed him his life and followed him around while he fought his way up to the twilight hammers encampment. It was the night before the final assault that the hunter made Sambas his pet. The lion remembered that night quite well and enjoyed a fresh reminder when the Worgen would give it.

"Whoa!" Cried the driver of the first cart. The rest of the caravan stopped short just behind him. Huttser grabbed his bow and leaped from the cart followed by Sambas and Sapphire. Slowly and carefully he made his way to the front of the group and gazed out over the charred valley laid out before them. It looked like a war had happened recently. There were bodies of orcs all over the place. A good bit of their remains charred black from still-burning fires.

"What the hell happened here?" The driver asked hopping down from his seat. Huttser surveyed the area trying to sense any living creature. So far there was no life at all.

"It seems the orcs had their asses handed to them." Huttser spat. "A dragon from the looks of it. Whether it's one of Nefarian's brood or one of the dragon flight remains to be seen. It doesn't look like we'll have too much trouble getting through here though. I'm more worried about the Dark Iron Dwarves once we reach the mountain." The leader of the group nodded then turned back to the rest.

"Alright, you lot." He yelled. "Let's get this party in gear. If we don't have any problems we'll make the entrance by nightfall." Everyone mounted back in the wagons and rested with their weapons at the ready. Huttser walked beside the carts keeping patrol while Sambas and Sapphire slept close to one another in the cart. Sambas didn't usually sleep he would rest his eyes and be ready for a fight in an instant that he is called.

Unknown to them a druid was watching from the skies. He coasted on the air currents from the molten pools and watched the road ahead of them wanting only one thing if he could ever find the chance. His mind was set on the hunter just below him. He had had a nice taste of the Worgen once before and longed for another. This time he would be able to hold the Worgen in his arms while being held by him as well. He had to keep his mind from wandering though in case they came under siege from any remaining orcs. Though it seems that Alexstraza's brood had taken care of the orcs in the valley. He had come across the massacre during his journeys and had even met the red dragon queen herself. During his tour of Northrend, he helped her out in the land of Dragonblight while making sure not to be seen by the Horde or Alliance.

There was one place just on the edge of the Burning Stepps that frightened Suel and that was the massive gates into the Blackrock Mountain. The gates were carved from stone dug out of the mountain and carved with what looked like tiki heads towering over all who enter the molten depths. He knew he was either going to have to fly through the permanently open gates or fly high over the Mountain and risk alerting the Dark Iron Dwarves. He still had some time to decide before they reached the bridge leading up to the forbidding entrance into hell.

What he hadn't been expecting was a sling to wrap him up and cause him to fall from the sky like a stone. He had hoped if he was going to fall it would be onto the caravan but he felt his luck was up when he landed too far from the road for anyone to notice. To get loose from the wrappings he tried to transform but even in cat form, he was stuck. The sling was enchanted to ensnare all who were trapped by it. Especially druids it seemed. Once again he tried to transform into his natural form and struggle to escape but he barely had time to move before he was set upon by Dark Iron Dwarves. It was odd that they had come down from the mountain and into the valley of the orcs yet since the orcs lay dead thanks to the dragon flight the Dwarves were free to do as they pleased.

"Look at wha' we 'ave 'ere," One said getting closer wielding a knife in his hand.

"Untie me and you'll see," Suel said snidely. He smiled for a moment hoping to have gotten some reaction out of the dwarves but there was none. He went to say something else but before he could something was shoved into his mouth and tied behind his head. That was the last thing he remembered before he was knocked out cold.

Meanwhile, the caravan marched onward having not noticed anything going on around them. Everything seemed to go smoothly until they reached the forbidding gates. Carefully Huttser knocked his bow and lead a small party of heroes into the open gates to have a look around. It was dark in some ways but soon burned crimson red as the light from the Giant pool of Lava at the core of the mountain lit the path. Huttser went to the edge of the path and looked down over the edge to the molten flow below. It was a long way down and no one was getting back up if they fell.

"Go back and tell the rest of the crew to come in and be careful with their wagons." Huttser barked to the dwarf next to him. "We don't need to be losing anyone." He was left alone to gaze out at the mysterious floating island in the middle of the span held up on all sides by huge chains coming from the cavern walls. It was very unsettling to behold and it sent chills down Huttser's spine just looking at it. What he didn't notice was another party on the path going the opposite way down to the other entrance carrying an unconscious druid.

Sambas was right by Huttser's side gazing out over the many carved buildings on the sides of the abyss. He kept looking around like he was just an ordinary pet and whispered to the hunter so only he could hear.

"Sapphire caught the scent of the deadbeat druid on the wind. She thinks he may be close by."

"So far none of us have seen anything out of the ordinary but I wouldn't put it past a night elf druid to shadowmeld into the shadows."

"Well, actually, he's not a night elf, master."

"Then he can only be a Worgen." Sambas didn't want to take the conversation any further and let his master think what he wanted about the druid. At least the mountain interior wasn't too large. It took them a few hours to get through it but were glad to make it to the other side. Though what greeted them there was not very pleasant.

The Searing Gorge was alive with Dark Iron Dwarves preparing an invasion force that seemed to fill most of the valley. Huttser could see from the entrance a group of prisoners being taken down into the quarry where even more dwarves stood watch over prisoners mining for dark iron.

"We need to help these people and find out who they were preparing to attack." The hunter said getting his bow ready. The other hero's readied their weapons as well unsure of how to proceed without being attacked from all sides by a vicious horde of dwarves.

"I think I already know where they be headin'" Growled the warrior in the party. He was the dwarf who leads the caravan and had been there at the end of Deathwing. "The Dark Irons have gone back on the treaty now that Deathwing is gone." Huttser nodded in agreement. If they weren't going to be successful they would have to find a way to get into the quarry without being seen. Something caught Huttser's attention out of the corner of his eye. There was a cable car going down right where they needed to go and no one was around it or even looking in its general direction.

"Over there." He said pointing for the others to see. "We can take that down to the lower levels and take out the guards quietly. Let's pray they pulled most of them away for the little soiree." The group slowly made their way to the elevator and took it down to the lower levels.

The jails in the hall were packed full of slaves each of which was pushed to past exhaustion. That didn't stop them from clambering to the bars to gawk at the party.

"Have you come to free us?" One of the elder slaves whispered to the group. Huttser nodded and looked around slowly. There was enough room in the carts of the caravan for all the prisoners although they were still unsure of how exactly they would get past the rabble above.

"You get the prisoners topside I'm going to open the cells." The hunter was already on the move as he quietly barked orders. He put an arrow through the sleeping guard that held the keys then quickly opened all the doors. At least he thought it was all the doors till he came to a special door that seemed like a cell. He couldn't see anything beyond the bars into the darkness. There was a moaning sound coming from the room so there had to have been someone in there. He couldn't find the key so he slammed the door with his might and shattered it off the hinge. The light from the hall flooded into the room revealing a strange creature he had never seen before chained up against the wall by his arms and his legs spread by another set of chains. There was something stuck in his mouth that kept him from being able to do anything more than moan. The Wolvar gained slight consciousness and looked in fear upon the Worgen. In his mind, he had been found out but then again maybe the hunter didn't know it was he who had taken advantage of him.

Huttser moved forward and went to pull the chains off but stopped for a moment and noticed something around the poor creature's balls. A line had been tied around the sack just above the balls themselves and weighted down with a heavy stone stretching them out.

"Looks like someone tried to have fun with you." He reached up and tore the gag from his muzzle then moved to the shackles. The Wolvar's tail wagged happily as he slid from the restraints.

"There, you're free now," Huttser said heading for the door.

"Wait. I want to repay you for saving me." Suel said holding out his hand gladly realizing that the Worgen hadn't picked up on who he was.

"What do you suggest?"

"I'll do anything for you." Huttser looked back out into the hall. They almost had the prisoners out but since the cart was limited it still would be a little while and there was just something about the Wolvar that made him want to have more than just a taste. Slowly he shut the squeaky door and pressed the Wolvar against the wall he had just been chained up too.

"Relax and let the big bad wolf accept your reward... and your body." Suel's eyes lit up in surprise as he felt the Worgen's paws slide down his chest fur and grab a hold of his already aching balls. Slowly he slid down the wall till he was sitting on the hard floor. He didn't have enough time to sit on the ground when his legs were being pulled and made to wrap around the Worgen's waist. Huttser licked up the Wolvar's neck making sure to stimulate the pup enough to bring his shaft to full attention. It wasn't long before he had his hand wrapped around the thick shaft rubbing it up and down while he managed with the other hand to help guide his already pulsing shaft to the entrance of the Wolvar's tail hole. Suel moaned and clawed at the ground arching his back at the pressure of the Worgen's hard member slipping slowly deep inside of him. It felt a little uncomfortable laying on his tail but in some aspects, it made the sensations more enjoyable as it lifted his arching back in the right spots. Though he had gotten to feel the Worgen once before now felt like such an even better time since the hunter could take control of the situation.

Huttser was ravenous with lust wanting so bad to feel every inch of the Wolvar's interior. While he found a nice hard yet slow rhythm to pound Suel's tightness he was stroking the creature in sync with his thrusts. Both felt in heaven being able to please one another. Suel tried to buck his hips to help speed up the firmly gripping hand around his member but it was a little difficult with his legs wrapped around the Worgen's waist. Huttser placed his free hand under the Wolvar's waist and lifted him even further making the angle much easier on him to pound the shit out of the tight space. Suel had to bite into his forearm to keep everyone in the hall from hearing him. He couldn't keep a hold on his arm too much longer when he cried out and wrapped his arms around the Worgen's neck feeling his very essence drain out his shaft matting both of their fur. It wasn't much longer before suel relaxed in satisfaction feeling something hot and gooey fill his insides. Huttser was panting and trying to keep quiet as he released his seed deep within. They both collapsed back to the ground with the Worgen on top still with his bone buried in the Wolvar's tight space. Suel was gasping for air when he looked the Worgen in the eyes and kissed him. The hunter kissed him back with passion, longing to stay with him even longer. It wouldn't be though since they were the last ones in the prison.

"Perhaps we should clean up before getting out of here," Suel suggested.

"There's no time for it. I can hide the mess under my armor. Where are your clothes?"

"I don't wear any." Huttser smiled mischievously and pulled the Wolvar to his feet.

"So what kind of creature are you anyway?"

"I'm a Wolvar and my name's Suel."

"Cute name. Maybe when we're finished here we could find a nice Inn in Loch Modan and have some more fun."

"I would like that," Suel said with a smile. They each held hands and got on the elevator leading out of the hell hole. What lay before them wasn't a pretty sight.

"They're trying to get through Stonewrought Pass." The dwarf said to them looking over the Wolvar. The creature was a strange sight to him but he didn't question it. What he did question was why the beast had a wet spot on his tummy. "What took you guys so long down there?" He asked thinking he already knew the answer and didn't want to know too much. What people did in private was their own business. When it showed there was a little problem. Huttser looked down at Suel then back at the dwarf.

"They tried coating him with some experimental fluid.

"Don't know what it was about and I don't want to know. What I'm worried about now is how we are going to get a message over the mountains and to the King of Iron Forge."

"Leave that to me," Suel said transforming before their eyes. "I'm a druid I can get there as quick as possible." Huttser was shocked never realizing who he had just slept with. The same creature that Sapphire was after. He going to be in trouble once the tigress found out.

Suel took to the skies while the rest of the group circled back to the caravan and headed for higher ground. They found a cave overlooking the valley and hid in there. Suel flew as fast as he could to the dwarven city of Iron Forge. Time was against him.