FSE

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Troubled Times

by BangBear

"Well, this is the right place. But nothing's here..." Guan walked deeper into the empty room as she looked around. She double-checked the directions to be sure she was in the right place, confirming it after a scratch of her head. She placed the parchment in her pouch and proceeded further inside.

The room was largely nondescript, as far as Nightborne architecture went. Pink stone tiles, walls a light, nearly white blue, and violet pillars segmenting the rounded walls of the room. Pillows and hookah pipes lined the rim of the room on the outskirts of the city. "There hasn't been any action here for months. Why Suramar?"

Just as that thought ended, her foot fell on the center tile of the room and sent a purple wave of arcane magic surging from the tile. But rather than flinching at the sudden burst, she was frozen in place. A temporal trap locked her in time, though it left her completely aware of her surroundings.

"Ha! Got her!" a raspy voice cheered. It was unfamiliar to Guan, though it was recognizable as a worgen's. Her deduction was proven correct, as a slender canine figure dropped quietly down from some unseen area above her and landed in a crouch. "I didn't think it'd work, but here you are. Just where I need you."

A clawed hand grabbed Guan's head by the chin, her eyes giving away her smile despite the bandanna covering her mouth. Guan was unable to move her eyes, and thus unable to focus on the most pertinent thing, a blade glinting in the purple tinted light of the room beside the worgen's head. If her heart was beating, it would have skipped one. "This'll be quick."

She slashed it down quickly, then across, and once more diagonally, deftly drawing it against the pandaren's body, but she felt no pain. She was sure her life was ended just then and there, but instead she felt her fur exposed to the air as her robes dropped to the ground in rags.

"Caught a bit of a fat one," she quipped, stepping back on silent paws. The worgen produced a runes ball from her pouch, about the size of an apple and fiddled with it. "Let's see, I just turn here, and... oh! Just like that!"

The trap in the floor sent another surge of power through the room, instantly setting the pandaren on her back, suspended by ropes made of pure arcane energy. Her legs were spread towards the doorway, but she remained locked in time. "Perfect. Duuuuke! Come on in boy!"

A snort came from outside, followed by hooves clopping on the stone path around the building. From around the corner the stallion appeared, entering the room and walking straight towards Guan. His head made a beeline for her cunt, lapping away at it while his rider laughed. "Good boy. You don't care she's a fatty, do you?"

She brushed his shoulder while she tried to remember the rest of the controls for the thing, Duke taking his time with her lips, all the while Guan unable to protest, moan, or squirm. Even her body couldn't react how it naturally would, her lips remaining in the same state as when she'd walked in there. The worgen was getting noticeably frustrated with the gadget and began to curse at it, until finally one of her manipulations did what she intended, releasing Guan from the timelock.

The pandaren was overcome with stimulus now, having been licked at for a few minutes straight by that point. She cried out with the last bit of air left in her lungs, a rush of fluid surging forward as her lips quickly puffed to an aroused state faster than they'd ever done before. Her body trembled with her on the verge of losing consciousness, the worgen laughing gleefully as her mount shook his head dry of the squirt.

"Aahhah... hah... hhwha-... w-who...?" A pair of tears rolled from her eyes as she hyperventilated, though not from pain or fear. It was from the combination of being overstimulated and from the timelock itself. Seemingly a way for her body to try and reset itself, which was clearly needed from her inability to form sentences.

"Shh, no questions. Duke, mount up." The worgen sneak gave the panda's thigh two pats, Duke whinnying and rearing up as he stepped forward. Guan's eyes still had trouble focusing, but she saw a mass of brown descending on her. She was pressed right up against his barrel chest while the equine's back legs shuffled in place. She felt something hot and fleshy bump her bum, the mage familiar enough with horses to know what it was. "Here, lemme help, Duke."

The worgen's hand grabbed her mount's member and guided the tip to the pandaren's still twitching slit, a few gushes still squirting forth now and then. "My god, she's eager. Show her a good time!" The moment his head entered her, he began bucking away. He had no concept of pleasing his partner. Any enjoyment Guan got was purely incidental.

No, this horse was purely selfish, proven by how quickly he wanted to bottom out in her. Each thrust was hard and deep, getting an inch or so deeper each time. He was easily the size of Guan's arm, though she couldn't see it from where she was. Nor could she verbalize it. Her mind was still trying to reboot, only to be scrambled once again by horsecock.

She was drooling over herself, nearly all conscious, rational thought on the back burner as her mind simply tried to keep her lungs breathing and heart beating. The worgen, meanwhile, was quite enjoying the show. She'd produced her own member, a knee-length one of the same variety as her horse's, and was stroking away. "He always puts on a good show, but this is something else. Never seen a girl go braindead from him before."

As he went deeper, the bulge in her belly grew larger. He'd long ago reached her cervix, and was now steadily making progress to passing it. Longer lasting thrusts were his solution, opting for pushes rather than punches. His instinctive plan worked, bursting his flared head through the tight hole and locking himself within her womb.

Silently, she came hard once again, her entire body seizing as she gushed around Duke. The extra lube served to help him reach his goal, the thick flesh at the base of his staff reaching just inside her pussy before he could advance no more. Burdensome balls bounced below, bounding barbarically off her butt. It wasn't long before he'd reached his limit and thrust forward one last time with a whinny.

Cum traveled up the long tube of flesh to be deposited directly in the mage's womb. Any eggs she might have there drowned in horse seed, her womb swelling to accommodate all that it could. That too soon reached its limit, and whatever couldn't be stored rushed out against his sack now slightly deflated sack. The worgen joined in, giving Guan a fresh coat of facepaint for her troubles.

"Haaaaaa, fuck, you were great. I'll let you hang around for a bit. You'll probably just hurt yourself if I let you free now. I'm sure you can figure a spell to get yourself out of this anyway once you're not retarded." She wiped the tip of her cock off on the shredded clothes below. Duke breathed hard through flared nostrils as he backed himself up, head now unflared enough to pull through the womb's entrance, along with a flood of seed from within. The rest of the rags were used to clean him off, the worgen talking him up with rubs to his side, ending in feeding her mount a sugar cube for doing such a good job.

Gracefully, the worgen leaped in the air and landed on his back softly enough to not spook him. "You take care now! Try not to slip in that puddle once you're free." As calmly as he entered, Duke exited the room with his rider in tow, leaving the pandaren mage to try and reorganize her shattered mind, completely defenseless to any who might stumble upon her.