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Hey all! This is my third chapter! Wow! I have a lot of plots and subplots starting out here so the chapter is kind of long. Please be patient, the main characters will get together eventually. Believe me, I'm saving up a lot of space for that particular scene. LOL

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CHAPTER THREE

It really wasn't a fair fight. Ren stood, shirtless, in the largest combat circle of the Academy while members of the Council enchanted his opponents. A light breeze ruffled his hair as he checked his sword's edge yet again.

This morning, when he had arrived to begin classes, the grizzled old Orc with one eye who taught in the mornings had informed him he would be getting tested today. When Ren had asked why, a voice behind him had spoken.

"You do not need to worry about why you are to be tested, only how."

When Ren spun around, he was face to face with most of the ruling Council of Shady Vale.

Now he stood and watched as the most powerful mages in the settlement animated a series of clay statues to send into the circle. Each clay statue was cast specifically for real-life combat in the circle, usually for the tests at graduation. A student would face off with a statue, armed with a real sword or axe, and fight "to the death". Any mortal blow to a critical area on the statue's body would cause it to crumble into a pile of dust. Unfortunately for the student, the clay warriors were fast, agile, and magically imbued with all the necessary skills to make the experience as real as possible. As Ren stood in surprise, he watched another rise from the pile of blanks and trot over to stand next to its fellows just outside the circle. The young human turned and scanned the faces of the Council. Most he did not know; but the ones he did were watching closely. His father, Gareth Mordrogon, stood next to Mal'therius Agromath. The two were quietly talking and occasionally looking in Ren's direction. Lirrak the Goblin and Brulliard of the Rod & Cup Inn stood well separate from the rest of the group. Ren had not even known Lirrak was on the Council! Behind him, all of the current Academy students were seated on benches, their excited whispers carried to Ren even without a spell to enhance his hearing.

"...gonna get his..."

"...pay for beatin us last week..."

"...takes his head off. That would be..."

Ren began to wonder if there was any one in the Academy who didn't want to see him gone. Then, Gareth broke away from his conversation and approached Ren. He turned his head briefly to watch yet another statue trot to the pack and then turned back to Ren.

"This will be difficult. You must survive this and not embarrass us."

"I will do my best, Father. But tell me, why did I have to remove my shirt?"

Gareth sighed disgustedly and glanced back at the area where the Council stood.

"That was Brulliard's request. I have no idea why he is still on the Council, but he has his input as well."

Ren sighed. Leave it to Brulliard to find some way of ogling him from afar. During his introduction a few days ago, the Elf Mage couldn't keep his hands off him. Not even for a moment! However, that did change when Ren told both he and Lirrak of the fate of Mal'therius' daughter, Armiella. And, when they had left, Ren had been fortunate enough to meet Belune, a dazzling Tauren waitress working as an indentured servant at the Rod & Cup. Ren had since returned every evening to visit the voluptuous Tauren. Even the brief moments they shared as she waited on tables were intoxicating to the young warrior. Ren's only complaint was that the moments were too short to really explore this new and exciting relationship he felt developing between the two of them. He could only hope that he could change things soon.

Thinking of Belune, Ren sighed and took a quick count of the statues waiting to enter the circle. At least two dozen stood stiffly, awaiting the order to begin. Ren was aghast. No one had ever attempted to combat more than two or three at a time. What was the Council trying to do, kill him? Ren looked to his father, who was scowling at the group of clay figures. Ren recognized the scowl for what it was, his father was concerned. This made the young warrior even more nervous. If Gareth Mordrogon was concerned, Ren had something to fear. Gareth spoke without taking his eyes off of the statues.

"The shirt aside, this is going to challenge your abilities. When the Council approached me, I told them that your fledgling magical skills, combined with your sword, should be adequate to this task."

A compliment! From his father! Ren was stunned. Over the years, his father had berated Ren for his "lack" of magical ability. The truth was that Ren did not have a taste for the kind of spells practiced by the Blood Elves. The young warrior had mastered any and all forms of elemental or enhancement magic he studied. Spells that dealt with the fel demonic energies used by the Belf mages repulsed him. If Gareth was acknowledging Ren's skills, then Gareth was even more worried than Ren originally thought. The young warrior glanced at the assembly of Rulers. It suddenly dawned on him that the Council had asked his father about him! When Ren glanced over Gareth's shoulder, he spotted Mal'therius watching the exchange intently. Ren had a suspicion he knew exactly who was asking his father about him. Still, it was time to get this task over and done.

"I will do my best, Father."

"See that you do."

With that, Gareth returned to the group. Ren scanned the gathering again, noting that a small group of female Goblins were peeking around the corner of the bleachers, their eyes wide with fear as they observed the clay statues. Ren was about to wave when yet another clay warrior glided to the edge of the circle. Ren turned; eyes tracking the statue, and felt a caress across his upper back. Fingers trailed up and over Ren's shoulder and lightly across his chest as Brulliard whispered in Ren's ear.

"Don't flinch, yummy. Lirrak and I investigated and discovered something very significant happening in the Council."

Ren stood still; ignoring the Mage's wandering hand. Brulliard's tone of voice was very serious, and that set off alarms in Ren's mind. He listened closely as the Elf mage continued in his ear, talking around his tongue.

"Mal'therius sacrificed his daughter purposely. Judging from the components ordered from Lirrak, and the energies I have detected near his domicile, I believe he has bound her soul to the newborn whelp."

Ren stiffened. Binding a soul to a demon during the birthing process was extremely dangerous. It was almost never attempted. If successful, the demon became incalculably powerful. If the process failed, the caster was consumed by the same demonic vortex that destroyed the demon whelp. Ren began to get a sense of dread as he wondered the reason why Mal'therius would want to bind his daughter's soul to a newborn demon. Brulliard continued in his other ear, hands wandering.

"Since he is still standing here, I am guessing that Mal'therius was successful in his endeavors. That leaves him rearing a newborn of immeasurable strength. If he can find a way to tap the energies involved, he will become immensely powerful."

"How can he do that?"

"Ah! There is the difficulty. He needs some rare spell components to perform the ceremony. It includes an unknown Paladin of the Light, some rare gems, and the mother of a child that shouldn't exist. I had the opportunity to read the spell once."

Ren nodded absently. The entire situation was confusing and muddled. The loss of Armiella still panged him, but the way she was lost hurt him even more. Now he feared she would never know rest with her soul bound to the twisted child she had carried. Ren sent a thought out into the ether, hoping for peace for Armiella's essence. Brulliard paused and freed his ornate cufflinks from the inside hem of Ren's breeches. Brulliard whispered one last time in his ear.

"Good luck, candy. They wouldn't tell me why this had to happen today. Mal'therius pushed hardest for this, so most of the rest of the Council lined up, seeking to align their selves with Mal'therius' new rising star of power. Me? I just wanted to see you with your shirt off. You look fabulous."

With that, the Belf Mage disengaged from Ren and walked back to the edge of the circle. Ren watched him go, wondering at his parting words. Mal'therius wanted this test? To what end? Ren knew from countless nights at his home that the Blood Elf's only interest was power. How this improbable testing fit into that pursuit, he had no idea. Ren watched another statue trot to the line up. This was going to be impossible! He took one last look around. The little group of female Goblins was still fearfully peeking around the student benches. With a start, Ren realized he recognized their faces. He had seen all of them moaning with lust beneath him at some point or another. The young warrior tried to smile reassurance but the group was too busy watching the growing gang of clay figures.

Ren sighed and turned to face the statues. He thought hard, trying to think of the best strategy to take on his clay opponents. He decided on some spells and started casting, binding each to a Word of Power. Ren recalled the lesson he had with his father about binding multiple spells to Words. Small, simple spells were easy to bind more than one. The stronger, more powerful, combat spells were the ones that taxed a mage's limits. When binding a spell, the spell caster has to store the energy of the spell inside their body until released by the Word of Power. The stronger the spell, the harder it was to store. A good test of a caster's limits was the strength and number of spells they could store, at the ready, for combat. Gareth, amazingly strong, could bind up to two very powerful spells. Some of the Council, Ren knew, could bind three very strong spells. Ren, after a lot of thought and self-examination, was about to try four.

He continued casting, storing away the energy of each spell. The young warrior finished the third and hesitated, feeling the churning mana inside press against his restraint. He carefully cast the last spell, binding in the Word of Power. The last spell was particularly strong, and the energies filled him with a thrumming he could feel in his teeth. It took an immense effort of will, but Ren managed to bind all four spells. He turned to face the huge mass of opponents.

At an unheard signal, the crowd of statues, roughly thirty at a glance, trotted around the circle in which Ren stood, completely surrounding him. The young human adopted a stance with his sword in hand, spinning slowly to assess the circle. The female Goblins all sighed as one, their eyes devouring his taut, muscled form. Another sigh from a different direction caught Ren's attention. Brulliard finished the sigh and licked his lips, unabashedly examining the young warrior as he spun. Ren settled his mind and ignored the sighs, the student's jeers, and the hard stares of the Council. He knew it was going to take all of his concentration to come away alive. The spell energies churned within, straining his limit, as the statues sprang to life.

Ren instantly went on the offensive, moving with cat-like grace. All fear and emotion vanished as the cold logic of battle enveloped him. Ren sprang toward the collapsing ring of statues. With a Word, his first spell, a blazing white arc of power, scythed through several of the clay warriors, opening a gap for the young human to dash through. Ren reached the edge of the circle and spun around, his sword blurring in dips and arcs to meet the weapons trying to take his life. As he fought, he intuited where the largest concentration of his opponents were standing and unleashed his next spell. The Word of Power was delivered in a shout, expanding in a cone from Ren's mouth and shattering everything in its path. Clay figures exploded in the path of the amazing burst of sound, dropping into piles on the packed dirt. Ren sprinted for the resulting opening, deftly parrying attacks from both sides. He stopped once again at the Circle's edge. This time, he turned and ran along the perimeter, blocking attacks as he went. Ren ducked and swayed; the remaining clay foes still plentiful and deadly. Ren's arm rose and fell, deflecting attacks, as he thought furiously, trying to use his remaining spells to their full potential. Suddenly he realized that his circular path had somewhat gathered the statues into a loose group in the center of the arena. The foes were unerringly pursuing him, not realizing that their numbers were creating such a situation. Ren instantly spoke a Word, taking advantage. A fireball erupted in the center of the group, catching most of his remaining opponents. Five or six foes survived, staggering but quickly righting their selves to continue the chase.

Ren stole a quick glance at the Council. Many of them stood still, one brow raised in surprise at Ren's display of strength. Not many mages could manage three spells of that power. The young warrior turned and invoked his last spell, a special one of his own design. Power flowed down his arm and lit up his left hand. He let go of his sword with his glowing hand and landed a solid punch to the chest of one of the remaining statues as he parried with the sword. The statue exploded on contact, Ren's spell creating a concussive blast where he had struck. He spun to face the next opponent and momentarily spotted some of the faces of the Council. They were shocked. All of the Council members were standing with eyes wide and mouths hanging open. He knew holding four spells would surprise them, but he didn't realize to what extent. Ren drew across his body, point down; to catch a two-handed chop as it came in. His left hand flashed out and collided with the statue's head, exploding it on contact. As the body crumpled, Ren sensed an attack from behind. He whirled in place, crouching low, and gambling on the incoming direction of the blow. The clay warrior behind him had chopped for his head, and Ren's quick duck had saved him from decapitation. Ren lunged forward and punched the foe in the stomach, blowing it apart in the center. The young warrior regained his feet and scanned the circle, assessing the remaining foes. Three clay warriors remained, circling warily.

These statues were not entirely mindless. Countless combat abilities from many of the Horde's most fearsome warriors were incorporated into the spells that animated the clay. These opponents learned and adapted to win their battles. Ren had used the element of surprise to get this far. Now these opponents knew what his glowing hand meant, and they were circling, looking for an advantage.

Suddenly, Ren's hand went out. The spell he had cast was very powerful, but he couldn't maintain it indefinitely, especially after casting three spells prior. This left Ren in a dangerous situation. Up till now, Ren was using his sword to parry and block attacks to give his spells time to work. Now, he would have to rely on his swordsmanship to finish the battle. No student, and few teachers, ever battled three of the clay statues and lived to tell about it. They truly were formidable adversaries. Ren spun in place, trying to track the movements of his opponents. These were not slow Orc students, or ungainly Tauren adolescents with their hammers and axes, these warriors moved quickly, and they were surrounding Ren. The young warrior pivoted again and suddenly lost sight of one of his foes. The remaining two moved to engage, forcing Ren to back pedal furiously. Ren could sense the third figure approaching from behind. The two statues in front unleashed two horizontal attacks, aimed for Ren's head. He stood still as long as he could; gut knotted and shoulders tensed, waiting for the blow from behind. The idea that just popped into his brain depended on Ren staying in one spot as long as possible. Time seemed to slow as the two weapons slashed in closer. At the last instant, Ren suddenly ducked and rolled forward, a line of searing heat lancing across his shoulders from behind. He had waited till the last possible moment and was rewarded with a slash to his back. The pain flared again as he rolled deftly under the twin blades aiming to slice his head off. He came to his feet at the end of the roll and spun to find the ideal situation occurring behind him. The two forward opponents had missed his head and buried their weapons in the rear warrior as it had taken a shot at Ren. The rear warrior's weapon had trailed across the young human's shoulders and found a home in the clay foe to the side. As Ren watched, two of the clay statues crumbled, leaving one remaining opponent. The young warrior struck, trying to inflict damage before his foe could recover. Ren's vicious downward slash was partially deflected when the clay figure managed to catch some of the blow. Ren reversed and brought his sword back up, gliding past his opponent's sword tip and connecting solidly in the figure's crotch. Ren, braced for impact, was taken by surprise when his sword continued right up through the clay warrior's body with virtually no resistance, splitting it in two. The statue wobbled, and then collapsed in a pile at Ren's feet. The young human, panting slightly with his exertions, breathed a deep sigh of relief, and then winced at the burning slash in his shoulders. The area around the circle had grown quiet. The Council members continued to stare in astonishment. The students were all silent. It suddenly seemed as though none of them wanted to produce a jeer or crass comment at the moment.

Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sounds of clapping. Lirrak and Brulliard pounded their hands together, cheering Ren's efforts. Slowly, the rest of the onlookers added their applause, minimal and forced as it sounded. Ren tiredly began to walk toward the circle's edge. He nodded politely at the hesitant clapping of the students and Council as he tried to ignore the burn of his shoulders. Lirrak and Brulliard met him a few steps from the edge of the circle. Lirrak clapped him on the arm, grinning widely.

"Good show! Good show! Make all'a them uppity snots dump a load inn'r smallclothes, eh? Didja see tha gapes on their faces? Hah!"

Brulliard smiled until his touch on Ren's back brought forth a wince.

"Lirrak, I think it's time you gave this hunk his victory present from us."

Lirrak turned to Brulliard, puzzled, and then suddenly widened his eyes in understanding. He dug into a pouch at his waist and held up a flask to Ren.

"Healin drought. Best fer miles in any direction. Figgered ya could use some after the battle, ya know?"

Ren smiled at the goblin as he opened the flask.

"Thank you, Lirrak. Right now this is the best gift I could have."

Ren dumped the contents of the flask down his throat in one gulp. The warming effect was instantaneous. The burning line across his shoulders melted away. Even the fatigue from the battle diminished. Ren felt amazingly better. He looked back at Lirrak in surprise.

"Wow! What is this stuff? I've never had healing potion do this before."

"It's m'own personal recipe."

"Well, thank you again Lirrak, and thank you Brulliard."

"You can thank me later, hunky. Why don't we go to the Rod & Cup? We could celebrate a little."

"Is Belune there now?"

"Belune? Oh... I should have known." Brulliard seemed a little disappointed, but he shrugged his shoulders and continued.

"No. Your fuzzy tidbit works a late shift tonight. She will just have to wait her turn."

Ren grinned at the Mage, "Sorry, but I'm saving myself."

"Oh well, at least I can ogle you from afar."

Ren clapped his hand on Brulliard's shoulder and smiled.

"I guess I'm just not your type. I am happy to have you as a friend, though."

The Blood Elf smiled weakly, and then suddenly leaned right in to Ren, a massive, mischievous grin on his face.

"Not to worry, yummy, just because you're trying to get some furry Tauren tail doesn't mean I won't stop trying!"

Ren chuckled and Brulliard leaned back, smiling widely. Lirrak was watching the exchange with a grin when Ren suddenly thought of a question for Brulliard.

"Brulliard, I don't mean to darken the mood, but, why did you indenture Belune?"

The Belf mage was mildly surprised at the query, but then he smiled. He stroked his chin thoughtfully as he answered.

"I did it to save her life. I will enlighten you with the whole story when we get to the Rod & Cup, yes?"

"Sounds like a deal. Just let me get cleaned up first. I'll meet you both there."

With that, the two turned to exit the Academy grounds. Ren heard someone clear their throat quietly and he turned. His father stood behind him, inflexible as always.

"Excellent work my son. I was well represented today."

Ren swallowed slowly. In his entire life, his father could always find something wrong with his performance, some greater achievement he may have reached. To hear a simple compliment, not even disguised as they usually were, was astounding. Ren spoke carefully.

"Thank you, Father. I hope the Council also finds my abilities adequate?"

Gareth searched Ren's eyes for a moment before replying.

"More than adequate. That little demonstration of your strength was enough to give them fits. I will thoroughly enjoy the next Council meeting."

Ren was astounded. While Gareth spoke, his eyes had unfocused, his voice softened, and a small smile played at his lips. Ren couldn't remember the last time his father had smiled. He stepped in close, daring himself to act.

"Father."

Gareth snapped back to attention, suddenly aware of how close Ren had become. He stiffened at first, then saw the look on his son's face and relaxed. Gareth's voice continued in that unheard-of soft tone.

"I realize I have been hard on you, Ren. Since you were born I have hoped to make you a powerful force in this town. I wanted your strength to protect you after I am gone. All this time, I thought I had failed because you didn't follow me in the ways of the Mage. Now, I realize you've become a warrior in your own right, and I need to accept that."

Ren smiled. Inside, his heart swelled with happiness. How long did he wait to hear those words! He wrapped his arms around his father and held him. To his even greater surprise, Gareth hesitantly hugged him back. After a moment, the two separated, and Gareth returned to business.

"Well, since it is quite apparent that they are no longer needed, your evening lessons are over. Enjoy your victory today. I will see you when you get home for lunch."

Ren was surprised, "Lunch, Father?"

"Yes. We have things to discuss."

Ren let out a breath before answering, "I'm assuming I will now have to go to the lines?"

The elder Mordrogon paused before he answered, "Ren, the lines have become a rather complicated subject. We will discuss them in more detail later."

"Of course, Father"

Gareth nodded and turned away quickly. Ren started to say something but stopped when he looked over his father's shoulder and spotted Mal'therius Agromath smirking at him thoughtfully. The spine-chilling look reminded Ren of the same evil grin an Orc might produce if he stumbled across a naked female Night Elf. Gareth reached Mal'therius and both continued to exit the grounds behind the rest of the Council. Ren turned and entered the Academy to head for the showers, his mind spinning in circles.

After his shower, Ren started down the road towards the Rod & Cup Inn. As he walked, he began to notice that people were making great pains to get out of his way. Shop keeps whispered to each other while their eyes never left him. He looked over his shoulder and caught most of the street looking his way before they hurriedly averted their gaze. Ren sighed. Apparently news of his contest spread quickly throughout the settlement. He turned his head and spotted a familiar little Gobliness whispering behind her hand to a shop owner. Ren frowned as he realized the source of the news. Up ahead, two carts blocked the street. One cart lay on its side, produce tumbled onto the ground. The other was tangled in the traces of the former. Both mounts stood quietly while the owners ranted and screamed at each other. Ren slowed as he approached, reluctant to come near. With his newfound status, he might cause more harm than good just by nearing the arguing pair. Ren scanned the sides of the street, looking for a detour. A narrow passage between two stalls looked promising. Ren ducked into the passage, which angled sharply and then ran roughly parallel to the main street. The cramped alleyway was strewn with boxes, barrels, and debris. Ren followed the twists and turns for a short while until he spotted a smaller alley that seemed to run back to the main road. Rounding the blind bend, Ren came upon a scene that stopped him short.

A familiar Goblin prostitute was kneeling on a crate in the center of the alley. Her dress was pulled all the way up over her breasts, leaving her essentially naked from the neck down. Two Orcs stood in both front and back of the petite Gobliness with their breeches down around their ankles. Each Orc sported a massive erection, nearly as thick as Ren's wrist and as long as his forearm. The diminutive hooker was handing a small flask to the Orc behind her while the one to her front stroked his manhood impatiently.

"'Ere ya go honey. Slappa littla this on yer pole to help things along, k?"

Just then, the Gobliness noticed Ren standing awkwardly in the center of the narrow alley.

"Well 'ello cutie! Ya picked a bad time ta come play! Tell ya what, gimme a few to finish up 'ere and then you and I cannnnnnnnngggggggggghhhhhh..."

At that moment, the Orc with the flask had finished oiling his length and had simply stepped forward and plunged his entire rod deep into the Gobliness. The female clenched her teeth as the Orc rammed it home. The suddenness of the penetration had the Gobliness gasping for air as she turned her head instinctively to straighten her neck and further open her windpipe. The other Orc, tired of waiting, took advantage of her open mouth to push his own pulsing erection between her lips. A few finger widths later, his hips jerked to a stop, likely due to reaching the entrance to her throat. With a grunt of annoyance, the Orc grabbed the sides of the short female's head and gave a mighty thrust, hilting himself in the Goblin's mouth. As the Orc's hairy sac mashed against the prostitute's chin, he reached forward to grasp the girl under her armpits. The Orc behind latched on to the Goblin's hips and both began to move, quickly falling into a rhythm that kept the hooker's body motionless between them.

Ren backed out of the alley, eyes wide open in shock. His mind whirled at the sight before him and before he could catch himself, lurid, morbid thoughts slithered forward from that nasty part of his brain that dealt with these situations. Briefly he wondered if the Orcs were touching in the middle. He tried shaking his head to push the idea away when yet another one had him wondering; if someone removed the crate, would the Goblin hang suspended, like a roasting pig? Ren shook his head violently, trying to clear the image from his mind. Mentally he pushed the garish thoughts back down into his subconscious, berating himself for having them in the first place.

Ren backed clear of the narrow passage and turned to continue up the main alley. A last glance showed the Gobliness getting pounded from both ends. Unbelievably, her face was one of rapture. Ren was sure if her mouth wasn't locked open so wide, she would have been smiling with delight. He shook his head in disbelief and moved on. A short distance away, another small passage allowed Ren to get back on the main road. A quick glance told him that he was, thankfully, beyond the crash. He turned into the street and hurried to the Rod & Cup.

As Ren moved down the street, he tried to ignore how fights would suddenly grind to a halt. The combatants would add their stares to all the shop owners and passerby. The young warrior sighed and tried to keep his eyes straight ahead. Deliberately, he ignored the stares and his thoughts turned back to the disturbing news delivered by Brulliard earlier. That Mal'therius was able to bind Armiella's soul to a newborn demon was very disturbing. What exactly were his father and Mal'therius working on? And what did it have to do with Ren? To discover Mal'therius was attempting to use the whelps ridiculous, soul-derived strength left Ren with a greasy chill rolling down his spine. He was fully aware of what a newborn demon could do, even without a soul. Binding an essence only increased the demon's strength a hundredfold. Brulliard's theory as to the purpose of the binding sounded true in Ren's ears. He mentally reviewed the list of the rarest of the spell components the eccentric Belf mentioned earlier.

An unknown Paladin of the Light?

The mother of a child that shouldn't exist?

The young warrior was having trouble figuring how any of these items could be found. Maybe the Paladin, but what about the mother? What did that even mean? Ren resolved to inquire further of his father later at lunch. Discreetly inquire, of course. Ren was under no illusions that, despite his prodigious abilities, he wouldn't last long should he anger his father. Gareth Mordrogon had years to hone his talents and he didn't take well to meddling from anyone, even his own son. Ren vowed he would be very tactful.

A war hammer rebounded from a stall post and narrowly missed Ren's head. The young warrior was startled out of his thoughts as the impromptu missile skittered to a stop on the road. Ren spun to pinpoint the hammer's source only to discover a Tauren and an Orc frozen in place, along with nearly everyone on the street. The Orc had stopped in the middle of a throwing motion and the Tauren had obviously dodged the throw. Under other circumstances, the look of sheer terror on the faces of the combatants would have been amusing, but Ren wasn't in the mood. A quick glance at the rest of the road showed similar faces on all of the populace. The young human sighed and did his best to conceal the lump in his stomach.

As he turned and moved on, he turned his thoughts to his destination. Ren's mood changed immediately as he thought of Belune. He had been visiting the Rod & Cup for about a week just to see her. Unfortunately, Belune was one of the most popular waitresses, often packing the house. This really didn't leave a lot of time for her and Ren to talk. Often, the budding couple spoke a few words in the beginning of the evening and then barely talked till Ren had to leave before the end of her shift. Ren was determined to change that. He smiled to himself as he realized, without evening lessons with his father, he would be able to stay to the end of Belune's shift. Ren envisioned himself walking the voluptuous Tauren back to her quarters, finally getting a chance to spend some time alone.

The thought of spending time with Belune immediately brought an image of the beautiful Tauren to Ren's mind. Last night she had been wearing yet another exotic dress. The back of the dress consisted of a series of strings spanning an opening that exposed fur the entire length of her back. The hem of the opening literally tucked right under tail. The strings barely held what was left of the outfit together, not that there was a lot. The neckline plunged clear to the bellybutton, a single string across the span of the bust. Strategic openings on the thighs and slits in the skirt gave the dress even more exposure, leaving little to the imagination.

Ren marveled at his luck. To have so beautiful a creature attracted to him was more for than he could have hoped. In all of his years living in Shady Vale he rarely saw any other humans, aside from the blocks. The Blood Elf twins and assorted Goblins were the extent of his sexual experiences. Luckily for Ren, exposure to the many races allowed him to appreciate the beautiful Tauren for her looks and her personality. Ren was eager to get to know her better, both emotionally and physically.

Ren's train of thought slammed to a halt. Ren knew there was a physical attraction between himself and the stunning Tauren. The problem wasn't between the couple; it was the terms of the indenture. The mage lock on her necklace forbid sexual relations. If Belune and Ren were to try to sleep together, the necklace would instantly teleport Ren to the slaver blocks, where his freedom would be forfeit. It was one of the many puzzles about which he wanted to question Brulliard.

Ren arrived at the Rod & Cup. When he pushed through the door, the general noise inside died away as patrons turned and saw who had entered. Ren sighed heavily. Apparently news of his test had reached this building as well. As he began to move through the tables, he spotted a familiar Gobliness talking in hushed tones with a table full of people in the back of the room. Judging by the motions of her hands and the sound effects, she was retelling the morning's events yet again. The general noise did pick back up as Ren crossed the floor. He took note that female patrons were appraising him as one would judge a fair cut of meat at the shops. The males, however, looked as though Ren's sole purpose in life was to swoop in and steal away the females. As he returned his gaze to his front, he nearly collided with a familiar Orc waitress.

"Oi! There ya are! I've been looking for ya all week."

The firm-bodied Orcess ran her eyes up and down Ren's form. The young warrior felt like a mouse being scrutinized by a cat.

"Um. Sorry. I've been coming in on a later shift. You know how busy someone can get during the day." Ren politely deferred, hoping to avoid a scene. The Orc licked her lips and stepped up to the young human. Ren could feel her breath.

"Well, I'ma sure I kin keep ya busy ...all night long." The Orc's smile could only be described as hungry.

As Ren spluttered and tried to reply, he was saved yet again by an exaggerated cough from behind the waitress. The Orcess turned at the noise, saw the origin of the cough, and quickly moved around Ren to continue with her duties. Brulliard stepped up into the vacated space.

"She is persistent, no?"

Ren drew a deep breath before replying.

"And very forward. I don't think I would like to run into that one on the street. She probably would cause more damage being "nice" than any of my teachers did while I was growing up!"

"Hmm... That may well be, but if she doesn't keep to her job I'm going to cause her some damage..."

The Belf mage turned and gestured towards a table. Ren sat down across from Brulliard, who had taken a seat facing the bar. When the young human looked over the mage's shoulder, he was looking directly into the dark, secondary portion of the bar. The closest table had some sort of frame set up on it. On the frame, a tall, purple skinned elf writhed and twisted against the straps that held her, naked and spread wide. On the floor in front of the table, a Tauren and two Orcs rolled dice on the rough planks. The group howled at the conclusion of the roll and the Tauren pumped his hand in victory. One Orc scooped up the dice, and all three stood to face the bound elf.

The Tauren stepped up to the frame, between the bound legs of the elf, and dropped his breeches. With one hand, he groped the elf's breast and used the other to flop his manhood unto the captive's trim stomach. The Night elf shook her head side to side, whimpering around a cloth gag. Her skin was glistening with sweat, dripping unto the table to which the frame was clamped tightly. The Orcs stood to both sides, their initial disappointment at the dice roll turning into an evil chuckle at the Night elf's predicament. The Tauren grinned maliciously as his manhood began to grow erect, slithering up the elf's abdomen like some bizarre snake. The elf's eyes widened even further when the tip reached well past her navel. The Tauren lifted his length, slapped it a couple of times off her stomach, and then lined the tip up with the elf's exposed sex.

The Orc closest to Ren moved to get a better view, simultaneously blocking Ren's. The young human watched as the Tauren slammed his hips forward with enough force to lift the heavy table from the floor. More forceful thrusts followed, and soon the sounds of the table legs hitting the planking ran counterpoint to the muffled whimpers of the table's occupant. Ren averted his eyes and turned back to Brulliard, who was sitting with a scowl, watching the bar. Ren suddenly realized that someone was missing.

"Brulliard, where is Lirrak?"

The Blood elf returned his attention to the young warrior. Before he could respond, the Goblin in question arrived at the table. Lirrak was beaming as he slid into the booth next to Brulliard.

"Sorry 'm late. Had ta stop at tha shop fer a few minutes. Now where's tha waitress with tha drinks?"

Lirrak was already signaling the waitress as Ren turned his attention back to Brulliard.

"So, Brulliard. You were going to tell me about how Belune came to be indentured here?"

The Belf mage paused to gather his thoughts. The Orc waitress arrived at the table, took their order, glanced at Brulliard, and departing hastily. The Blood elf frowned briefly after her, and then turned back to Ren.

"The first time I saw your Tauren, she was chained in a line of prisoners from a raid. I found it so curious to see her shackled among human captives; I just had to inquire at the blocks. Apparently, she was living in a human village when she was captured. I went out of my way to speak with her. When I explained her options, she begged me to indenture her, with all of the trimmings. I agreed, especially when I realized her beauty would be quite the draw here at the Rod & Cup."

Ren paused a moment to digest the news. Belune used to live with humans? Now he needed more than ever to get some time to talk to her. He thought of another question.

"Just out of curiosity, how much is she indebted?"

"I bought her for 3300 gold."

Ren's jaw dropped. He never thought it would be so much! An indentured person was adorned with some type of clasping jewelry, like a bracelet or necklace. This jewelry was magically attuned to a collection piece, like a jar or an ornate box. The servant would earn wages and decide how much they would add to the collection to go towards their price. When the collection piece was full of enough money to match their price, the clasping jewelry would open, officially freeing the servant. It was a system designed by the slavers guild and worked well. Ren was still marveling at the amount.

"That's a lot of money, Brulliard. How is she to earn that working here?"

"I pay my indentured servants well, hunky. Your fuzzy friend takes in 5 gold pieces a week, even before her tips."

Ren was surprised yet again. The amount Brulliard quoted was far more than generous. He looked at the Belf mage with new eyes. There was definitely more to Brulliard than he first thought. Ren also noticed that the mage was scowling in the direction of the bar again.

"You ok Brulliard? You seem to be watching the bar a little intensely."

The Blood elf looked back to Ren and sighed.

"Before you got here, dreamy, I received some really bad news. One of my waitresses was found dead behind the building this morning."

"What! Who was it? It wasn't Belune, was it? What happened?"

Both Ren and Lirrak were focused on the elf. The young human was practically vibrating in the booth, terrified that Brulliard would name his new love as the victim.

"No, it wasn't your Tauren. Someone stole the clasping piece from one of my other indentured servants. Her necklace to be exact."

"Huh? How did they do that? A mage-locked necklace can't be removed until the collection piece is satisfied."

"It can if the person no longer has a head."

Brulliard let the statement sink in for a moment. Ren realized what kind of carnage must have occurred to facilitate the robbery.

"That's... that's horrible! Do you have any idea at all who did it?"

"Not yet. But when I do find this foul creature, they will pay most dearly. I tolerate quite a bit in this establishment. I have to, if I want to make a profit, but the one thing I do enforce is that you do NOT damage the property. This includes the help. If I did not have this rule, I would have no staff, and no building for that matter!"

Brulliard was still obviously upset, which is probably why the Orc waitress did not stick around after she delivered the drinks. Ren sipped his own slowly, his thoughts turning back to the staggering sum of money needed to free his Tauren girlfriend. Where could he come up with 3300 gold? He must have spoken aloud because Lirrak actually answered him.

"I could mebbe help ya out. I send people out tha gates all tha time to pick stuff up fer me..."

Brulliard responded as well.

"I could speak to the guild. They may relax the mage lock at my request. I am a frequent customer, after all."

"Yer a frequent customer? I don' see many folks in chains a runnin' round yer tavern..."

Brulliard actually looked embarrassed.

"Oh. I go shopping every once in a while for a nice bit of candy. It appears that someone at the blocks has a knack for training excellent companions."

Ren suddenly didn't want to know what kind of "candy" the Belf liked. Lirrak, however, couldn't stop.

"Candy, eh? Whatcha do with em when yer done?"

"Oh, I let the poor things go, of course. Release them beyond the gates. Where they go from there is up to them."

"Why dontcha keep em? Seems ta me ya could use a little permanent company, ya know?"

"It would be nice, if they wanted to stay. Even I can't enjoy the companionship if I have to force the other party to be there. Someday, I will find that certain someone and then I'll settle down..."

With his last statement, Brulliard had looked directly at Ren. The young warrior chuckled and leaned back in the booth, waving a hand slowly.

"Sorry, friend. I think I would be no match for you. You obviously need a more willing subject."

"Hmm. If I had blue eyes and fur, you wouldn't dismiss me so lightly. I can't believe I am losing to a Tauren!"

Brulliard's smile belied his words. Ren knew he held no ill will towards Belune. Lirrak chuckled along with the pair and then something behind Ren caught his attention.

"Speakin 'a yer girl, Ren. A think shes lookin fer ya right now."

Ren turned and looked behind him. Belune was halfway across the floor, worriedly scanning the faces of the patrons. When her eyes met Ren's, she increased her pace and headed directly towards the young human's table. Ren slid from the booth and stood to meet her. Without a word, the curvy Tauren threw her arms around his neck and clutched him tightly. Startled, Ren automatically encircled her waist with his arms and hugged her back. The smell of flowers and musk wafted into the young man's nostrils. Belune was wearing a more conservative dress now that she wasn't working. It still had a relatively low neckline and tight waist, but the usual myriad openings were missing. The dress was a creamy white color, lightweight, and apparently made of silk. As the Tauren pressed against him, trembling, he could feel every soft curve of her body. Without moving her head, Belune whispered in Ren's ear.

"Oh Ren! I heard you were in a huge fight this morning! Someone said your back was injured!"

Ren shushed her lightly and rubbed her back with one of his hands. He marveled at how the silk dress allowed him to feel every detail of her fur through the fabric.

"Shh. It's ok Bel. I was in the circle with some clay golems earlier. I got hurt a little but Lirrak gave me a healing potion. I'm fine."

The voluptuous Tauren leaned back slightly to look into the human's eyes. This had the added benefit of pressing the more interesting of her bits against his.

"Ren, we just found each other. I don't know what I would do if I lost you now."

"I know, Belune. I can't really imagine my life now without you."

For a long second, Ren stared into those ice-blue eyes. Then, Belune shifted her grip to both sides of the young warrior's head and leaned in for a kiss. Till now, kisses with the Tauren had been small pecks in passing or gentle brushes stolen in the little time they had spent together. Ren was caught off guard when Belune planted her lips firmly against his. It took no time at all to discover that Belune's lips were not only soft and fuzzy, but incredibly expressive. Without pause, the Taureness shifted her hands back behind Ren's head and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Surprised, the young human reacted automatically and returned the kiss. Belune turned out to taste a little like nuts, much to Ren's delight. She was clean, fresh, and rapidly driving him mad with lust. With a little mock growl, he reached down to grip the tops of the Tauren's well-rounded buttocks and pulled her tightly against his body. Ren lost himself in her. Her plump, generous curves molded perfectly to him and the fullness of his arms reminded him of just how long it had been since he had last been with a female. It wasn't helping that Belune was returning the attention just as enthusiastically. Her body rubbed against him as their tongues danced and explored new territories across the bond of their lips. In just that short time, Ren's body responded spectacularly to the attention. Belune felt him growing stiff as they kissed. Her body yearned for him, begging for the release of a need she didn't even realize she had. She began to yet again wonder how it would be to be with him when a warning bell went off in the back of her mind. Unwillingly, she broke the kiss and leaned back from Ren.

"Mmm. Ren. We have to behave. The mage lock, remember?"

Ren's face went from disappointment to dawning realization. He had forgotten about the mage lock. The thing was designed to entrap a would-be partner BEFORE the act was committed. A little further along on that display of affection and Ren would have been sitting on the blocks, being fitted for his own collar.

"Ah. Okay. That could have ended badly."

With obvious reluctance, he pulled away from the sensual Tauren. The entire exchange had lasted only a few moments, but everyone nearby was paying close attention to the amorous couple. Chagrined, Ren and Belune slid into the booth. The young human took note that the mage lock didn't stop the lovely Taureness from snuggling up next to him. He smiled and whispered into her ear.

"We really need to get that damn thing off, you know?"

Belune barely held back her laugh. It came out as a distorted snort.

"Soon, Ren. Soon."

Ren turned to his companions across the table. Lirrak was currently trying to drink around a goofy smile. Brulliard had watched the exchange with a raised eyebrow and a carefully neutral expression. He leaned forward over the table.

"You do remember? That addition to the mage lock was by your request, fuzzy butt."

Belune's eyes went wide. She turned to look abashedly at Ren.

"Um, he's right. I wasn't really planning on having sex with anybody in this town."

Brulliard leaned back and spoke with the ghost of smile on his face.

"Actually, I approved of the conditions. The slavers guild agreed with me when I told them your obvious good looks would replenish their blocks in no time."

Belune rolled her eyes a little then, surprisingly, leaned towards the Blood elf and smiled.

"Boss, I know you put on a good show. But you're not such a bad guy."

Brulliard put a finger to his lips, mocking a serious face.

"Hush child. I have my reputation to consider. And you better keep those rippling abdominals and toned backside close, or I'm going to steal him away from you!"

Even Ren had to join in the chuckles. The general good mood at the table was a relief for Ren. He knew he was going to have to do something soon if he wanted to be with Belune. Unfortunately, the merriment was not enough to totally dispel the concerns of the group. When Ren leaned back and observed the table, Brulliard was still casting dark glances at the bar, Belune was trembling against his shoulder, and Lirrak was looking for the waitress to replenish his drink. Ren recalled the offer made earlier by the Goblin alchemist.

"Lirrak, what kind of stuff would you need to be brought back? I would have a least a few days before the Council decides to send me to the lines..."

Brulliard looked at the young human quizzically.

"What are you talking about, scrumptious? We haven't had lines for years."

Now it was Ren's turn to look puzzled.

"But, my father has told me for years about the lines of combat between Horde and Alliance!"

"Poor yummy. The Horde and the Alliance may still fight, but this town hasn't been run by the Horde in many years."

"What? Then why do they tell everyone we are part of the Horde?"

"To make it appear like we still have some order here, of course. But we haven't had word from Thrall for a long time. Visitors from outside say that the Horde believes this town destroyed. The Council goes through great pains to maintain that illusion."

"How does word not travel back to the Horde? We get new people traveling through here all the time!"

Now it was Lirrak's turn to speak up as a new drink was placed before him.

"Not as many as ya would think. This place is only known by word'a mouth. Mosta them that come 'ere are tryin not ta advertise ther whereabouts, ya know?"

"So what you're saying is that only the one's that don't want to be found come here."

"Ya got er in one, Ren. Mosta the income inna town is from less 'an legal sources and tha Council knows they gotta use what they got."

Brulliard finished a sip of his drink and picked up the conversation.

"There's a delicate balance of power in the Council right now, tasty. The Orc factions want to continue plundering nearby communities and raiding Alliance supply corridors while remaining hidden in this valley. The Blood elves and their supporters want to expand current business and start an offensive in this area. Not for the Horde of course, but for themselves."

"Where do you stand on that, Brulliard?"

"Personally, I think it's insane."

The Blood elf mage leaned back in his seat, a look of disgust evident on his features.

"It's apparent what they think of me on the Council. I really don't care, but I don't want all of Azeroth coming here and putting their nose in my business. I continue to vote to maintain our current status quo."

Ren pondered the news. The young human had lived his entire life in the town of Shady Vale. He had no other references for what would be normal behavior for the Horde. Occasionally Ren would hear stories about the honor of Orcs or the Tauren's affinity with nature, and then he would see the antics of both in town and wonder what was true. And then to find out that no lines existed, only raids on nearby communities and supply routes, didn't sit well with Ren. It served only to reinforce his original feelings that the atrocities he witnessed almost daily were somehow wrong and not the normal operations of a small town. Lirrak spoke up, interrupting Ren's thoughts.

"We do e'nuffa this arguin' in Council chambers, Brulliard. I'ma pretty shure tha boy is more worried bout how he can pay fer his girl's freedom!"

"Of course Lirrak. My apologies yummy."

Ren was quick to forgive.

"That's all right Brulliard. Seems that I am to discover quite a bit today.

Lirrak looked over his shoulder into the darker section of the inn. He turned back to the table as he began to squirm out of the booth.

"I'ma gonna go confirm somethin with tha big guy. And then I ken give ya more details bout what I'll be needin..."

Belune reached across the table and put a three-fingered hand on the Goblin's arm. Her face was filled with fear.

"Lirrak! You can't go over there now! He's with Grelsh!"

Ren heard the stress in her words and, curiosity peaked, looked to the table in question. The two-headed Ogre, Oluk, was sitting at his normal table. This evening he had his collared Tauren straddled across his lap, his close hand was in the small of her back, holding her tight. The other hand was on top of her head, forcing her down on to the Ogre's enormous erection. The Tauren was leaning against the Ogre's chest, wincing with each thrust. More surprising was the figure across the table from Oluk. It was an enormous female Ogre, scantily clad, and heavily endowed. As Ren watched, the female reached over the table to grope one of the plump Tauren's breasts and then her own, all the while laughing with her table partner. The young warrior turned back to Belune.

"Is that Grelsh?"

Belune still looked scared as she turned back to Ren. Not once did her hand leave Lirrak's arm.

"You don't understand, Ren. Grelsh has serious issues! If you have a penis and a heartbeat, you would do best to stay well away from that one..."

"That's not good. Lirrak, maybe this isn't that important right now..."

Lirrak gently pulled his arm from under the Tauren's hand.

"Doncha worry Ren! You either, Belune! Her brotha'd turn 'er out iffin she laid a hand'on me."

"H..Her brother?"

"Oh aye! Oluk keeps 'er close by ta try'in keep 'er out of trouble. Don' always work tho..."

This last was barely muttered as the Goblin made his way over to the table. Ren was apprehensive. Now he was worried about the Goblin alchemist. His emotions must have been plain on his face, because Belune reached over and turned his head to face her.

"I'm worried too. But Lirrak seems to know what he's doing. We're going to have to trust him."

As Ren was shaking his head in agreement, a loud squeal grabbed his attention. Lirrak was wrapped in the Ogress' arms, sandwiched between her massive breasts. At first it appeared that Lirrak was in trouble, then Ren saw the huge grin on the Goblin's face and relaxed. A bark from Oluk had her putting the Goblin back on the floor. Lirrak simply shrugged and said something to the double-headed Ogre. For a moment, the huge figure stopped pushing down on his captive Tauren and both heads spoke to the Goblin. A few words exchanged and Lirrak turned to come back. Grelsh leaned out of her booth and goosed him as he walked away. The Goblin simply smiled back at the Ogress and continued back to the table. When he slid into the booth, even Brulliard showed his curiosity.

"Well, that was interesting. Care to explain?"

"Aaah, she's just horny tonight. Got 'er eye on tha Magnataur out tha gate."

Now Ren spoke up.

"The Magnataur? Is she insane?"

Brulliard answered him.

"You never know with that one."

Lirrak laughed along with the rest and then turned to Ren.

"Ok. I gotta little somethin lined up now. Ya still wanna earn some coin, Ren?"

The young warrior looked at the Tauren next to him as he spoke.

"Absolutely. I want her to be free."

"Well then ya come on over to m'place in two days 'n I'll help ya out."

Both Ren and Belune smiled at the Goblin.

"Thank you Lirrak! I'll definitely be there!"

Brulliard chose that moment to clear his throat. He waggled a finger around the table.

"Also, Ren should go to the guild and drop my name. He may get some leniency."

Ren smiled at the mage.

"Thank you, Brulliard! I may go over right away."

"Oh no you don't. If I remember correctly, you have a lunch date with your father, yes?"

Ren was nodding yes even as a thought hit him.

"Er... how did you know about that?"

For an answer, Brulliard simply pointed at Lirrak. The Goblin alchemist actually looked sheepish.

"Sorry kid, m'ears 'r pretty good. I overheard the last a yer talk wit yer old man."

"And before that?"

"Nah, I was only payin 'tention near tha end"

Ren shook his head and sighed. Trust these two to keep their fingers in any business to do with the Council! Still, Brulliard was right. He definitely did not want to miss this lunch. And, what with all of the head-spinning revelations he just learned, Ren was ready to do something a little closer to normal, or at least as normal as he was going to get. Ren indicated his desire to exit the booth with a nod to Belune.

"I appreciate the privacy, guys, but I have to get home before lunch."

Ren was obviously reluctant to leave while Belune was there. Unfortunately, he had to allow plenty of time to cross the village. Past experience had taught him well. As the two stood, a million words passed in a single glance between them. Ren was girding himself for the heartache of separation when Brulliard's voice drifted across the table.

"I have some errands to run in that direction. I suppose, if I were willing, I could use some help to carry a few things..."

A seemingly magical transformation occurred. Two faces, Human and Tauren, went from sadness to pure joy as the Belf mage let his statement trail off. Belune was the first to respond.

"Hey Boss man? I'm good at carrying things."

"Well then, you can come with me. Now let's get going before Ren is late. I REALLY don't want to have to listen to Gareth growl in Council if I impede his son's obligations."

The Blood elf rolled his eyes dramatically as he slid from the booth. Ren smiled and put his arm around the Tauren's shoulders. As the couple turned to go, Ren noticed the looks from the other tables. The males seemed more relaxed and the females stared icicles, not at Ren, but mostly at Belune. The young human just shook his head and sighed. The group crossed the room and exited the inn. Ren was surprised to see Lirrak follow behind.

"You coming with us, Lirrak?"

"Eh, I gotta swing through that way anyhows. I figger I'd just tag along."

Brulliard was quick to throw an arm around the shorter Goblin.

"Ah! Come then, my friend! Let us all be on our way!"

Brulliard, Lirrak in tow, stepped briskly past the couple, landing a swat to Ren's buttock as he went. The young human just rolled his eyes as the Belf mage started down the street, chuckling evilly. As they followed the odd pair, Ren turned to Belune.

"You know, I was just thinking. You know quite a bit about me..."

"Yes?"

"... but there is still a lot I don't know about you."

"What did you want to know?"

Ren paused for just a second before answering.

"Of course I want to know everything. But I was hoping you could start by telling me about what I discovered today."

"Oh? What did you discover?"

"Brulliard told me that you were brought here from a human village?"

Now it was Belune's turn to pause. She seemed to consider her answer as the pair walked, arm in arm. Finally she leaned close.

"I was raised in a human village. I never even met another Tauren till I was brought here."

Ren's eyebrows shot up. If Belune grew up in a human village, it would explain why she seemed so much more comfortable with him than her own kind. It also flooded Ren's mind with other possibilities. After all, when you grow up in a village, your first experiences are usually part of that same village. First playmate, first kiss, first love, the list continued on in Ren's mind. Belune saw the curiosity on Ren's face.

"It's a long story."

"It's a long walk, if you're willing."

"I would be, but I just don't want you to judge me based on how I grew up."

Belune's eyes held worry. She searched Ren's face and found only compassion.

"I would never judge you, Bel."

Belune sighed with relief. She leaned her head on Ren's shoulder as they walked, allowing him to easily hear her voice.

"Ok. But remember, some of this is mine, some of this I pieced together, and some of it I was told by my parents.

"I understand."

Belune began her story...

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Bjorn wasn't always a farmer. Like many of the residents in Olestuk, he had drifted here some years ago from the city, looking for something a little simpler. If simple was the goal, then Olestuk fit like a second skin. The inn, general store, and other retail portions of the village squatted along a rut-strewn road, twisting and turning out of the Ashendale forest, straight through the village, and vanishing into the distance in the general direction of the pass. The larger portion of the community sprawled in small farms along the fertile foothills of the Stonetalon mountain range. The closest farm to the main road was hidden on the far side of a hill, out of the sight of passing travelers. Bjorn and his family lived on the farm furthest from the road. The young farmer would often pass by all ten of his neighbor's farms when he made his infrequent trips to the general store to purchase those few items he couldn't provide for himself. The trip was easy, safe, and short.

"And then there's the other way",Bjorn thought grimly as he stared at the remains of a rope. One end was tied securely around one of the posts that made up the rough pen. The other ended in a frayed mess, flapping in the gentle breeze. A short time ago, the end of the rope had terminated around the neck of a two months old calf. Bjorn's eyes went from the rope to the obvious trail leading away from the pen and into the woods. He sighed wearily and turned to the small house.

"I gotta go find her. We can't afford to go without the milk, or the meat." Bjorn sighed again as he grabbed his long pitchfork off the wall of the house. His wife and their 3 month old son stood framed in the doorway.

"The little cuss has broken her trace and run off. I'm going to have to go get her."

"Be careful my husband. Come back to us."

"I'll hurry back as soon as I can."

Bjorn kissed his wife and son and started into the wood line. The calf had blazed an obvious trail in its flight. As the young farmer followed behind, he began to get a sense of dread to where the calf was headed. The trail broke out of the tree line and blazed a clear path across a grassy opening. Bjorn looked at where the trail led and his stomach sank. The calf was heading directly toward the Drex.

The Drex was a deep draw that led out of Ashenvale forest and ended somewhere up on the slopes of the mountains. Normally, this feature would be similar to the hundreds of other draws along the range, but this particular vale was a known pathway used by the monsters that called themselves the Horde. Bjorn shuddered as he crossed the clearing. Everyone in Olestuk knew about the Drex. It wasn't but a year ago that young Billy Sands had wandered too close during a hunt and came back describing monstrous Ogres three paces high! Bjorn increased his pace, determined to catch the calf before entering the Drex. A short time and a few clearings later, Bjorn pushed through a group of trees and stopped short in surprise.

Before him was a steep hillside flowing down into a small creek. Another hillside rose from the creek bed and melded into a line of trees across the way. At the bottom of the vale, the calf bawled as it tugged against the rope, which had become entangled around a stalk of what appeared to be bamboo. Bjorn sighed with relief and started down the grade towards the calf. The steep valley was covered in waist-high grass and clumps of thin bushes. Piles of rocks and clumped debris dotted the landscape. He hadn't taken a dozen steps when his boot struck something on the ground with a metallic ring. Glancing down, Bjorn froze in horror. The object he had struck stared up at him from the ground. It was skull, still inside an armored helmet. Bjorn's heart tried to slam its way out of his chest as he looked around with new awareness. Piles of debris coalesced into armored skeletons, none of which were human. The bamboo pole entangling the calf's rope was in fact an old spear. The critter's repeated wailing echoed across the Drex.

Bjorn broke into a sprint, pounding down the steep slope. A pace from the calf, he dropped to his knees, sliding to a stop in the tall grass.

"Shh...shh...please...shut up!"

The lowing of the calf ceased once she realized the young farmer was there to help her. As Bjorn reached for the tangled rope, he spotted a lone figure coming his way up the draw. He ducked back into the tall grass, cursing his luck. Bjorn eyed the slope, trying to determine how best to get himself and the calf to the tree line above. He poked his head up just far enough to see the approaching figure, trying to gauge the distance when something made him pause. As he watched, the figure stumbled, caught itself, and continued on in a slow, rambling stagger. Bjorn's first impression was drunkenness, but then he realized the figure was wounded, and badly. As the individual drew closer, Bjorn noticed that it was carrying some sort of bundle. In fact, the shambling figure was clutching the bundle as though it was a lifeline. Suddenly, the bundle gurgled.

Bjorn blinked, completely shocked. The sound had carried perfectly across the draw. As a new father himself, Bjorn was absolutely sure of what he had heard. The bundle in the figure's arms was a baby. He looked closer at the approaching form. From this distance, he could just make out a broken horn jutting from the figure's head. The individual was one of those cow-people, the Tauren. Bjorn's curiosity temporarily overcame his fear. With a glance at the calf, happily chewing grass, the young farmer gripped his pitchfork and crept forward to the cover of a clump of trees. The figure was moving slowly, and with great difficulty, so Bjorn didn't feel particularly threatened. As he peeked slowly around the tree clump, he found the figure was no longer in sight. Panicking, Bjorn slipped quietly around the other side of the clump, pitchfork in hand. He ducked under a leafy branch and turned, only to find himself face to face with the Tauren.

Farmer and Tauren froze, staring at each other from less than a pace. Bjorn gasped in spite of himself when he got his first close look. The clothes were shredded, barely hanging on the body. A quick glance revealed a set of heavy breasts, indicating the Tauren was female. Someone or some_thing_ had raked deep, horrible slashes into the female's front, legs, and face. Blood oozed and dripped at every ragged breath. One of the slashes had taken an eye, leaving a mangled mess down and across the creature's muzzle. The other eye was a surprising sky-blue color, as if the back of her head didn't exist and Bjorn was simply looking through it to the far sky. The Tauren swayed groggily, obviously at the end of her strength. She looked down at the bundle in her arms and then back to the farmer. At some unseen decision, the Tauren took a shaky step forward, and then collapsed to her knees. With trembling arms, she offered the bundle to a surprised Bjorn.

"Please..."

The Tauren's voice was whispery. Bjorn stepped tentatively forward to better hear her and found he was looking down into the bundle. A tiny figure with broad, cow-like features yawned from inside a wrap of thick blankets. The whispery voice caught his attention again.

"Please...please...save her."

Before he knew what had happened, the female thrust the squirming bundle into his chest. Bjorn's arms moved to cradle it automatically. The Tauren slumped in place, arms falling to her sides. When she managed to look into the young farmer's face again, a single tear rolled down her face from her remaining eye. Her ragged breathing became even more labored and erratic. As Bjorn watched, the female Tauren seemed to gather her remaining strength and brought her hands together in front of her.

"Th...thank...y..."

The Tauren's eye fluttered close and she toppled forward at Bjorn's feet. Her chest rose and fell one last time, and then she was still. Bjorn looked down at the body at his feet, and then to the living bundle in his arms.

"My wife is never going to believe this."

But in the end she did believe him, gaping in surprise as he returned with the bundle and calf in tow. One look into those blankets and her heart melted. Soon, the tiny Tauren was cooing and squealing alongside her newly adoptive brother. Bjorn nearly choked the first time he walked into the room and found his son and adopted Tauren nursing, side by side, on his wife's lap. His wife, Contessa, just smiled and cuddled both close to her, rocking the chair gently. Soon, she named the Tauren child Belune, officially adding her to the family.

Along with her new brother, Thorin, Belune grew naturally. Of course, Contessa had to guess at Belune's age. She figured that the two of them were no more than a few days apart. There were first steps, first words, and soon the two were running around the farm, laughing and playing like any other children. Years passed and the family continued to develop. Bjorn and his wife decided to treat both of the children as normal as possible until the day came where they HAD to explain. Until then, they tucked them in at night, soothed their injuries, and slowly taught them how to help on the farm.

The fateful day came in the children's year between ages 5 and 6. The kids had finished their morning chores and were in the field, playing catch with a ball made of rags. Thorin was unerring in his accuracy while Belune's throws were all over the place.

"Oh come on Bel!! Quit making me run after your throws!!"

"I can't help it! I'm not as good as you!"

"Just put your little finger under the ball!!"

"Um...I don't have a little finger..."

With that statement, the children began to question the differences that, until now, were largely taken for granted. Determined to get answers, the two approached their parents. Bjorn and Contessa gently explained the situation. Thorin was devastated. To discover his "sister" was from another mommy and daddy left an indelible mark on his young psyche. A mark that would have probably healed over time except for that same year was the start of the children's schooling. Olestuk was fortunate in that a few years prior, a young schoolteacher had fled the city to escape an unwanted paramour. This schoolteacher settled in the village and, after a short period of adjustment, offered her services to the village children. The parents accepted her offer, provided it didn't interfere with the chores.

When Belune and Thorin arrived the first day of school, the other children of the village pounced on the young Tauren's differences as savagely as only children were capable. Among all the teasing and prodding, one statement would forever change the young female's life.

"Hey! Who let the Cow come to school?"

The moniker stuck, and stuck hard. And forever after that, Belune was known as "the Cow". Whenever he was approached by his peers, Thorin discovered it was easier to tell them, "She's not REALLY my sister..."

Despite his claims, the boy was teased right alongside the little Tauren. Instead of bonding closer together, Thorin turned his back on her and distanced himself as much as possible. Belune was devastated. Never before had she ever felt different. Now the loneliness came as a crushing blow. For comfort, she turned to her mother, the one person who would always cuddle and love her no matter what she looked like. As time passed, Belune grew closer to Contessa. The teasing continued but fell to a level consistent with familiarity. Thorin continued to keep his distance, barely interacting with her in the daily chores of farming life. With help from Contessa and, surprisingly, the schoolteacher, Belune learned to be stoic and endure the daily mockery.

Cella, the schoolteacher, went out of her way to bond with the young Tauren. She recognized a gentle spirit and agile mind when she saw one. It wasn't long before Belune was spending additional time at the dusty barn that served as a school house. Belune would make sure her chores were complete, then, kissing her mother goodbye, spirit off to the school house to learn as much as she was able from the many texts and books Cella was able to bring with her from the city. Cella would often lend Belune a book or scroll to take home and read by candle light. Such was Belune's life for years.

In the summer of the young Tauren's thirteenth year, two things happened. The first was the raising of a family barn. Raising a barn was a community event. The other families of Olestuk would come, food would be prepared, and all would help in building the barn. It was a time designed to promote solidarity and peace among the villagers. Most of the adults were aware of Belune's presence at this time, but not many had ever met her face to face. The young Tauren drew many looks as she bustled around, helping her mother. The other children actually left her alone, not wanting to draw attention from the adults. Everything went smoothly until it was time to clean up the leftover wood. Bjorn was gathering some scraps when I voice came from over his shoulder.

"Papa? Where do you want this?"

Bjorn turned to find Belune holding a section that had been cut from the enormous log used as the main beam. Just a few minutes ago, two burly villagers had struggled to lug the piece out from inside the barn. Now, Bjorn gaped as his adopted daughter held the wood easily in both arms.

"Er, just leave it there, Bel. We're going to chop it up for firewood."

Bjorn looked around warily as Belune let the log fall. The ease with which she had held the beam really drove home the racial differences between Tauren and Humans. As he scanned around to see if anyone else had witnessed the display of strength, one face was still pointed in their direction, Thorin. The widened eyes and slack jaw told Bjorn that he had definitely seen what had happened. When their eyes met, Thorin composed himself and turned away from his father. Bjorn sighed inwardly. He knew that over the years he had grown closer to Thorin and not Belune. It wasn't that he didn't love her as a daughter; it was just natural in his mind that a girl would be closer to her mother. Now he could sense a separation occurring between the kids, and there wasn't anything he could do about it.

The other significant event of that year was Belune's rapid blossoming into puberty. Seemingly one day she had nothing, then breasts, hips, and buttocks magically appeared, leaving no doubt of her femininity. As she continued to develop, some of the gossip among the adults of the community turned to "that Tauren girl" and what effect she may have on the men as she got older.

Belune's development physically stalled out for a few years. Unknown to her, some of the male tormentors at her school stole glances when she wasn't looking, admiring on the sly but fueling their taunts with what they saw. In the early spring of her seventeenth year, Belune went through a growth spurt. Unfortunately, the spurt limited itself to her breasts and hips, not her height. The tormentors took advantage.

"Wow! When did Cow get such huge udders!"

"Hey Thorin! No shortage of milk at your house, eh?"

Peals of laughter would follow and Thorin began to avoid Belune even more. As the days progressed, tragedy struck and changed everything. Contessa came down with a severe cold. For two weeks, she battled the sickness, slipping further and further away. Days and nights found the family huddled around her bed, praying for her recovery. On what was to be her final night, Contessa awoke and addressed her family.

"I love you all. Promise me you will stay as close as you can."

The family was quick to assure her that everything would be all right but, in the morning, she was gone.

They were all devastated, and Belune took it the hardest. The entire village was present at the funeral to witness the Tauren girl sobbing quietly, kneeling over the grave. For a short while after that, even the tormentors at school left Thorin and Belune alone. The stricken Tauren wandered around the edges of the village and finally found a clearing near a small house on a pond. The villagers used the cabin for honeymooning, so it wasn't occupied most of the year. The clearing rapidly became her retreat; a place to be alone.

. After the loss of his wife, Bjorn started spending his evenings at the inn along the road. Thorin and Belune would complete all of the chores on the farm, only to watch Bjorn gaze listlessly out at the horizon until heading for the inn. He would come back late at night, staggering into the house and pouring himself into bed. The kids spent their days at the school, only to go their separate ways in the evenings. When Belune was at home, she felt the gulf between her and Thorin intensely. Any efforts she made to try to close the gap were met with indifference. Thorin was never mean to her; he just avoided her as much as possible. As the days began to warm, Belune nearly collided with Thorin in the middle of chores one morning.

"Sorry Thorin."

"Yeah..."

As Thorin stepped around her, Belune was suddenly annoyed with his behavior. It was bad enough she barely saw him anymore, but now he couldn't even talk to her when they were together.

"Thorin! I know you don't want to be around me, but can't you at least say hi?"

The young human stopped and turned to face her. His face was a mixture of annoyance and apology.

"It's not that I don't WANT to be around you..."

"Then what is it?"

"Bel, I just can't take this anymore..."

"Take what? What are you talking about?"

Thorin suddenly exploded. He started throwing his arms around as he barked at Belune.

"Can't you see? I'm sick of it! Mom is gone, Dads drinking himself into the grave, and I STILL have to protect you from all the idiots at school! Every day I hear it! 'Where's your cow, Thorin?" or 'Like the extra milk, Thorin?' I can't do this anymore!"

At that last, Thorin dropped his arms and just stood there, breathing hard. Belune was taken aback. The tirade was completely unexpected. When she finally replied, she was almost whispering.

You...protect me? But why? They still pick on me..."

"I know. But they do it less when they are dividing their time between us."

Thorin was almost whispering himself. He couldn't even raise his head to look the Tauren in the eye. Belune stepped closer to him and lifted his chin.

"Thorin, I never asked you to do that. Is that why you stay away from me?"

The look on his face was enough. Now she understood the gulf between them. Thorin turned away to finish his chores, leaving Belune alone with her churning thoughts.

The next day, as she approached the schoolhouse, Belune spotted Bobby Sands, Billy's younger brother, nose to nose with Thorin.

"So, where is the Cow? Where's your sister?"

"I told you, she's not really my sister!"

Belune made a snap decision. Bobby Sands was young, but he was huge. He had the body of a young man used to long hours on the farm. The young Tauren stepped up, pulled Thorin away by his jerkin, and delivered a devastating haymaker right to Bobby's jaw. The young farmer sailed through the air for at least 2 paces, his ruined face a bloody mask of surprise. Belune screamed at the top of her lungs.

"I'm sick and tired of you picking on me! For years I've put up with it! Well, no more!"

Belune turned to address all of the others.

"From now on, I'll start defending myself. And you can look like HIM!"

For emphasis, she pointed at Bobby, who was still struggling to staunch the blood flow from his nose. Thorin started to raise his hands, but Belune whirled on him, eyes flashing angrily.

"And you! Don't pretend you aren't any better than them! Every day you come up with something else! Cow-Bel, Horn-head, it's always something with you! If these people knew half of what you do to me, they would be cheering you!!"

Belune stormed around the shocked Thorin. As she stomped away, he felt his anger boiling up. Never once had he said ANYTHING like that of what she just accused him. As he opened his mouth to shout after her, he suddenly found himself surrounded by his schoolmates.

"Did you really call her 'Cow-bell'?"

"What else do you call her?"

"I didn't know you had it in you!"

Bewildered, Thorin spun in place, looking at all of the faces. When he turned back, Belune was out of sight.

Later that day, Belune was sitting behind the barn, staring into the woods in the direction of the Drex. At times like these, she wondered what her life would have been like if her mother had not died in that valley, and left her with this family. As much as she loved them, it was times like these that she felt the most alone. She knew what she had done to Thorin was unfair, but the idea had just popped into her mind. Right on cue, Thorin spoke softly from behind her.

"What the hell was that?"

Belune turned to see Thorin scowling at her as he leaned casually against the barn. His arms were crossed over his chest defensively and his school books sat at his feet. Belune could barely meet Thorin's eyes.

"I'm sorry Thorin. I wasn't trying to..."

"To what? What the hell was that about? I've never done anything like that to you!"

"I was trying to protect you for once!"

Thorin actually rocked backwards at the shout.

"Protect me? How was that supposed to protect me? As soon as you walked away, those sycophants started swarming around me and..."

Thorin slowly trickled off. He widened his eyes as he realized what he had just said. He looked at Belune in a way he hadn't since they were little.

"Bels, why? Now it'll be even worse for you."

The Tauren girl stepped up to him and hugged him to her chest.

"I don't care, Thorin. I don't want you paying for my differences anymore."

Thorin gently pushed her back, but didn't let go.

"Bel, I know I've been distant. At first, when Mom and Dad explained about you, I didn't want to have anything to do with you. When the kids at school picked on you, I was mad, but not at you. After Mom died, I felt like maybe I should be better at the family thing but I just couldn't find a way to talk to you or Dad."

"Thorin, all you had to do was come to me."

"I know, I know, but knowing something and doing it is a big difference."

Belune hugged him again, happy to feel the gulf between them shrinking rapidly. Thorin broke the hug and smiled as he picked up his books.

"It was still kind of a dumb move, Bels, but thanks anyway."

His easy smile took any possible sting out of his words.

"So, I got to go. Have some things I want to do before Dad comes home."

Belune watched him go. It was nice, seeing him smile again. She had forgotten how long it had been since she last saw him smile. With one last look at the woods, Belune turned and started walking. Some time later, she was sitting in her favorite clearing, looking out over the tiny pond, and reading a book. As the sunlight glinted low on the water, a noise from the path attracted Belune's attention. The Tauren girl poked her head over a bush and spotted a couple walking up the path towards the cabin. She recognized the two instantly. The woman, Holly Finnis, had come to Olestuk just a few years ago. Rumors went around that she was a "working girl" in the city, but eventually her quiet demeanor and pleasant personality charmed the entire village. No one ever thought to ask about her past out of respect.

Belune's memory sparked when she saw the younger man by her side. Clem Veldt was handsome, pleasant, and had fallen for Holly the moment she arrived in Olestuk. After two years of proper courtship, Clem had finally asked for her hand in marriage. The two were married that very morning and were now on the way to the honeymoon!

Belune ducked back down. She had been coming up here so long; she had forgotten the original purpose of this cabin. As she pondered her next move, she heard the door open and close. Belune waited, unwilling to expose her presence. If she wasn't spotted, she could at least come back after the couple had left and no one would know about her retreat.

After what seemed like hours, Belune rose in the fading light and began to sneak out past the cabin towards the path. One of the windows flickered with light between her and the far side of the small cottage. As she passed the window, she couldn't help but glance inside. What she saw drew her up short. In just moments, it became VERY apparent that rumors of Holly's former vocation were absolutely true. Belune was spellbound, unable to pull herself away. The new Mrs. Veldt proceeded to treat her new, younger husband to the full spectrum of her talents and abilities. Belune watched in awe, taking numerous mental notes. Hours later, when the exhausted couple finally fell asleep, Belune retreated down the path, her mind spinning at what she had witnessed. Over the next five days, Belune crept back to the cabin every evening and sat, rapt, outside the window, mentally documenting what she saw inside. Every evening, she would leave the tired pair and go back to her bed. Belune would then try desperately to ignore the burning in her loins and the erotic dreams all through the rest of the night. The Tauren girl was almost sorry to see the Veldts leave at the end of the honeymoon.

For weeks after the Veldt's honeymoon, Belune would fantasize about the events she had seen at the little cabin. The worst part was that she knew she would never bring any of her fantasies to life. She lived in a human village, full of people who would rather see her gone, not naked. Belune sighed and moved on. The days got warmer and the family fell into a routine. Bjorn still would go to the inn, but at least he started helping with the chores again. Belune and Thorin continued going to school to finish their last year. Thorin stuck around for awhile after school and then would seemingly vanish, leaving Belune to drift to her clearing. Belune always wondered idly where he went to in the afternoons.

One day, after Thorin had disappeared for the afternoon, Belune changed her routine and wandered around the farm. Bjorn had already left for the inn and all of the chores were completed. For some reason, Belune just didn't feel liking going out to the pond. She re-checked the gates, scratched the new calf between the ears, and headed over to barn. The main doors of the barn were propped open, allowing the gentle breeze to waft through the structure. The stalls were clean and empty, the cows currently grazing in the fields. Belune strolled into the center of the barn, finding the silence refreshing. She turned to exit when a small noise caught her attention.

Somewhere in the loft above, someone had uttered a small moan. It was faint, but Belune heard it clearly. Without saying a word, she moved over to stand directly below the area from which she heard the sound. Some rustling, heavy breathing, and another tiny moan emanated from above. Curious now, Belune crept to the ladder leading up to the loft. The ladder was fairly new, so the Tauren girl knew it wouldn't make any noise as she climbed. Belune went up the ladder slowly until just the top of her head peeked above the level of the upper floor. Most of the loft was filled with bales of hay. Someone had spread several bales out and covered them with a thick blanket, forming a crude mattress. On the "bed", a lone figure was sitting on the edge.

Belune's eyes grew accustomed to the dim light. The figure resolved into the shape of Thorin, sitting on the edge of the makeshift bed. He was nude from the waist down, and his manhood stood erect. As she watched, Thorin stroked himself, his eyes shut tight. Every once in a while, he would shudder and moan, muttering under his breath. Belune found herself holding her breath, unwilling to disturb him. Her heart started pounding in her ears. The way he was sitting, she was looking at him in profile, from the side. Belune moved up a few steps, trying to get a better view. Yes, she realized that she was spying on him and likely violating his privacy, but she couldn't help but remember the erotic dreams of the past weeks. Curiosity overcoming her misgivings, Belune leaned over to get closer to the action and put a hand out to steady her. The board under her hand creaked softly and Thorin's head snapped around. His eyes widened as they met hers and he scrambled to cover himself with his nearby breeches.

"Bel! What the hell! How long have you been there?"

Belune had the decency to look embarrassed.

"Sorry Thorin. I heard someone up here and I thought..."

The Tauren girl trailed off as a thought, nagging at the back of her mind, suddenly jumped into focus. She climbed the rest of the way into the loft and stood with her fingers laced in front. Thorin was sputtering, trying to compose himself.

"Bel! What do you think you're doing? You need to go back down, now!"

"Um, Thorin...what if I offered to help?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

Belune was nibbling on her bottom lip. The idea in her mind was growing, taking shape as details popped up and excuses presented themselves. The burning in her loins was back.

"Well, I DO know a way that I can help you, if you're willing."

Thorin stared at her, openmouthed, as the point she was trying to make hit home.

"Bel, you can't. You're my sister!"

"No, I'm not. Not really. You've known that for years."

Thorin's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping out of water. His thoughts churned as Belune stood there, quiet and demure. Granted, they only recently started spending time together again, but to jump right into sex, Thorin was unsure he could. He looked at her again, really looking at her. She had grown up right under his nose, all boobs and butt. Still, even as his hormones overcame his better judgment, he couldn't throw himself fully into the act.

"Er, what did you have in mind?"

Belune had stood there quietly, watching the train of thought in his eyes. When he finally spoke, she could almost guess what he was going to say. She threw him her biggest smile.

"Anything you want. Anything at all."

"Ok, but I'm not ready to see what's under the dress. Can you do anything clothed?"

"Oh, absolutely!"

The teenage Tauren glided across the floor and knelt down in front of the young farmer. Thorin was still clenching his balled-up breeches over his lap. Belune smiled with reassurance at him as she gently peeled his hands away.

"Now just relax. You'll like this."

"Bels, are you sure about this? I mean, what are you go..oooooooh man..."

Belune had simply tossed the breeches away and dragged her tongue up the underside of Thorin's semi-erect manhood. Instantly, the flagging pole sprung upright as she massaged it gently. With one last look up at Thorin's face, the Tauren bent over and engulfed him. She experimented with different speeds and movements of her tongue before settling on a rhythm that had Thorin clawing at the blanket. Not long later, she was rewarded with a shot of thick liquid to the back of her mouth. Belune swallowed, rocked back on her haunches, and licked her smiling lips.

"You like?"

"Light, Bel! That was incredible! Where did you learn to do that?"

"Eh, I read a lot. And I guessed at the rest."

"I don't know if I will ever feel like that again!"

Belune stroked his length as it began to stiffen once again.

"There's only one way to find out."

After that, Thorin and Belune would creep away every afternoon to the loft. For a while, the young farmer settled for the teenage Tauren's oral ministrations. Belune continued to go to great lengths to please Thorin. She would bring him to explosive orgasm after orgasm. After a week or so, he started to pay more attention as Belune worked her magic. At one point, he could see down the front of her dress and couldn't resist asking.

"Hey Bels, those things as big as they look?"

Giggling, Belune shimmied out of her dress and stood, nude, in front of him. Thorin leaned forward and put a hand on each furry orb.

"Wow. They ARE nice..."

Ten minutes later, Belune officially lost her virginity. With his reluctance at intercourse apparently behind him, the two began to experiment and play around. For the next two months, Thorin and Belune continued their trysts in the loft. Belune remembered every detail of the Veldts honeymoon and tried everything on Thorin, much to his delight. Belune just delighted in the newfound closeness she now had with Thorin. Even school became easier to bear, the Tauren often smiling happily through the insults. Eighteenth birthdays came and went, the summer stretched into fall, and the end of the school year signaled the last of school for the two. For that there was a small public celebration, then a private celebration later in the loft. The fires of their passion slowly segued into a comfortable warmth. Belune noticed the change, but nothing was said until roughly two weeks before the harvest celebration dance. Belune was snuggled with Thorin, her head resting on his nude chest. She looked up, carefully, so as not to poke him with a horn, and noticed his expression was miles away. Their lovemaking that evening, and the past few evenings, had been a little mechanical, like he wasn't all there.

"Thorin, are you here? You seem a little, distant tonight."

The young human sighed before answering.

"As nice as this is, Bel..."

The Tauren heard it coming. Her heart was hammering as she lifted her head to look at him.

"What are you saying?"

Thorin looked down at her sadly.

"I wouldn't lie to you, Bels. This has been REALLY fun. But I never expected this to last. I've been trying to figure a way to approach you."

Belune knew, deep down, that this wouldn't be permanent, but the pain in her chest told her she wished it would last longer.

"Why now Thorin? What's changed?"

The young farmer slipped out from under her arm and sat on the edge of the makeshift bed. As he reached for his breeches on the floor, he spoke without turning his head.

"I got an invitation to the dance."

"From who?"

"Cindy Welsh, from school."

Belune knew Cindy. The girl was beautiful, smart, and popular with the last class at school. The Tauren remembered her because she was one of the few classmates who didn't participate in Belune's daily harassment. Under different circumstances, they probably could have been friends. Belune's voice only quavered a little.

"Did you answer her yet?"

"No. I wanted to talk to you, first."

The Tauren girl sat up, pulling the thin blanket up over her chest. The two had added the blanket when the weather started to chill.

"So talk..."

Thorin sighed, pulled up his breeches, and stretched out across the "bed" facing Belune.

"Look, Bels, I've been thinking. When we started doing this, I agreed with you when you said you weren't my sister. Over the past couple months; I've become closer to you than ever. The problem is we should always have been close from the start."

The young farmer searched her eyes as he spoke.

"I pushed you away for 13 years, Bel, and look; it took having sex with you to remind me how close we used to be. I can't do this anymore. I remember you as my sister. I can't keep sleeping with my sister..."

Thorin trailed off, watching her reaction. Belune looked down and sighed. She knew she should be happy that she got her brother back, but she had come to rely on the feeling of closeness she had when they were together. Startled, Belune realized how much she relied on that feeling. All her life, she just wanted someone to love her for who she was. Was sex with him really that for which she was searching? Not once since they started did Belune ever just talk to Thorin. With this realization came acceptance. Belune slumped her shoulders and sighed again.

"I think I kind of knew this was coming, but I didn't think it would hurt so much. I just wanted someone to love me."

"Bel! I've ALWAYS loved you!"

"Then why didn't you ever tell me?"

Thorin leaned in and touched her nose with his own.

"I'm sorry, Bels. I was too busy trying to keep you at a distance. When Mom told us about you, I was so mad; I didn't know what to think. And then when the kids starting picking on you, it was easier for me to just stay away."

The young farmer dropped his head.

"I stood by and watched it happen for years. I should have stopped it."

A single tear rolled down Belune's cheek. She stroked his hair with one hand.

"All I ever wanted from you was to be your sister. I knew I really wasn't, but I wished I could have been. I used to fantasize about being human; about being your REAL sister."

"Bel, you are the only sister I'm ever going to have. I should have realized that a long time ago. We can't take back what we've done up here, but I really would like to have you as my sister again, not my lover. Can we do that?"

Thorin raised his head. Belune touched his cheek and smiled sadly.

"Ok. Back to being your sister. But I have to tell you, I'm not looking forward to you not talking to me again."

Thorin was suddenly dead serious.

"That will never happen again. I promise."

"I hope so."

Thorin pulled her into a hug. After a wordless moment, he broke the hug and started to put on the rest of his clothes. Belune flopped back on the bed blew out a huge sigh.

"All right. This was fun while it lasted, but where am I ever going to find a guy of my own? Who is ever going to pick me?"

Thorin leaned over and kissed her on the nose.

"Don't worry Bels, you'll find a guy, and when you do, I guarantee he'll be a VERY happy man."

Thorin chuckled and stood up. Belune smiled briefly before asking the obvious question.

"What are you going to tell Cindy?"

"I think I'm going to say yes."

Belune nodded slowly. This wasn't how she predicted this day to pan out. Now she was back to being alone, and she wasn't sure how she felt about that. At least she no longer felt any guilt about what she had been doing with Thorin. Surprised again, Belune hadn't even realized the guilt was there. She searched her feelings and found it true. There had always been some guilt. After all, she grew up with him. Resigned, she smiled up at Thorin, and found that this time, she truly meant it.

"Well then... I KNOW that she's going to be happy."

"Bel! Don't put the cart before the horse!"

"Heh heh, right. Go on, get out of here. Go get the girl."

The Tauren girl swatted him playfully on the rump. Thorin chuckled and moved to go down the ladder. Just before his head dipped out of sight, he looked back at her.

"In a way, I'm glad I got you back."

"Me too."

The next two weeks was a very low time for Belune. With the upcoming harvest dance, the entire village was preparing decorations and building a wooden dance floor. The young Tauren stayed mostly in her clearing, occasionally venturing down to the edges of town where she could see the activity. Squarely in the middle of everything, Thorin and Cindy worked alongside each other. The two smiled at each other, lingered when their hands touched, and generally radiated happiness like a loving couple. Belune smiled sadly. She still felt the loss of intimacy, but she knew it was for the best.

On the day of the dance, Belune was at home when Thorin came through the door. He was dressed in his best clothes. He stopped when he saw her.

"Bel! What are you doing? You need to get dressed!"

"Why, Thorin? No one wants me at that dance."

Thorin put his hands on her shoulders.

"I do, Bels. I do."

Startled, the young Tauren put on her best dress and was soon following Thorin into town. As they approached the dance floor, many of the other villagers turned to stare. Thorin slowed and put his arm around Belune's shoulders, much to her surprise. Cindy broke away from a group and approached the two. Belune was surprised again when she smiled and hugged the young Tauren.

"Hi Belune. Glad you could make it."

"Er, what's going on? I wasn't expecting this."

Cindy leaned back, never letting go of Belune.

"I just wanted you to know that I don't hate you. If Thorin and I are going to be together then I want to get to know you as well..."

"That...that's great."

"...Especially now that you are just brother and sister again."

Belune's eyes cracked open wide. Her arms tensed and her heart started to hammer in her chest. She dropped her voice to a hoarse whisper.

"Y...you know?"

"Of course. He told me first thing."

"And...you're not mad?"

"No, not really. He explained everything. He said he didn't want to have any secrets ruin our relationship."

Belune relaxed visibly.

"I...I don't know what to say."

Cindy smiled mischeviously.

"Guess I should thank you. After all, because of you, I don't have to train him on how to make me happy."

Belune blushed so hard she thought her ears would catch fire. Cindy giggled and collected Thorin away. Belune wandered over to the seats around the dance floor. She was acutely aware of the stares of the villagers. The musicians began to play, and everyone began to relax and enjoy themselves. Belune sat as song after song played and the day turned into early evening. The celebration began to wear down but the villagers continued to drink and dance. Belune was finishing her drink when she heard a collection of low chuckles from behind. She turned around to find a group of her former classmates, all male, staring at her drunkenly. They were led by her former nemesis, Bobby Sands.

"Heya Cow! Sittin there with all yer friends?"

The comment, and following laughter, stung the young Tauren. As she started to reply, a voice blasted from the dance floor behind her.

"Hey!"

Belune spun around to find Thorin and Cindy standing right behind her. Thorin put his hand on her shoulder and glared at the assembled males.

"Her name is Belune. She is my sister!"

Cindy put her hand on her other shoulder.

"And she's my friend."

Belune threw her a look of immense gratitude. Cindy gave her a small smile and a wink before returning her glare to the group. Out of nowhere, another voice carried across the now quiet floor.

"And she's my daughter."

Bjorn strode steadily across the floor. His eyes were clear and his hands were steady. As he spoke, he addressed everyone around the dance floor.

"For years this girl has tried to fit in. She's smart, caring, and everything I could want in a daughter. More of us should be like her. The only thing she's done wrong is not popping you in the nose sooner, Bobby Sands!"

Quiet laughter and murmurs of agreement rippled around the assembly. Bobby Sands and his crew looked around fearfully as the realized the mood of the evening had turned against them. Almost as one, they turned and walked away. Thorin held out his hand to the bewildered Tauren.

"I would like at least one dance tonight, Bels."

Belune took the proffered hand and followed him to the middle of the dance floor. The band struck up the music. Belune paled as she realized it was a slow song. Not to lose the momentum, she chastely draped her arms around Thorin's neck. As the gentle strands of the song drifted across the dance floor, the two began to move slowly together. Without warning, Thorin pulled her in close, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. As they continue to circle, Belune closed her eyes and just surrendered to the feeling. When the song was done, Thorin whispered in her ear.

"Thanks sis, I love you."

He gave her a peck on her ear and turned and walked back to Cindy's embrace. It was a clear statement to everyone. Belune didn't care. She drifted off the dance floor, stopping only long enough to plant a kiss on Bjorn's cheek as she went. It wasn't a bad night after all.

******************

"Wow, Bel...I...I don't know what to say."

The Tauren girl lifted her head off his shoulder to look in his eyes. It was clear she was worried by the look on her face. Ren smiled reassurance.

"Er, it's not a bad thing. I just can't believe you turned out so sweet after being treated so poorly all that time."

Belune blinked twice and nearly doubled over laughing. When she caught her breath a few moments later, she looked into Ren's bemused face.

"After all that, you think about how I was treated?"

"What? What was I supposed to think about?"

"You're not even slightly upset that I had sex with my brother?"

"Why? He wasn't your brother by birth. Yeah, you grew up together but you told me you had grown apart over the years. I can understand the emotions that were involved. Besides, it all turned out well in the end, right?"

Belune kissed him right on the nose.

"Rendlethaven Mordrogon, just when I thought I couldn't find another reason to love you more, you pull this."

Ren just smiled at her.

"After everything I have seen in this town, your little adventure with Thorin is pretty mild. At least your relationship was based on mutual love and compassion."

"Hmm, that is a good point. I was so worried you would be turned away from that and then you surprise me again. Thank you, Ren"

Belune laid her head back on his shoulder with a big sigh of relief. Ren turned his head and kissed the inside of her ear.

"You are very welcome, Belune. I love you."

"I love you too, Ren."

They drifted along a few more steps before the young warrior asked another question.

"Bel? What happened to your family?"

"My father was on the other side of the village when the raid happened. I didn't see him on the way here, so I hope he is all right. My brother and Cindy moved to the city soon after the dance. I didn't see them for months before I came here."

"I hope you get to see them again."

"I would like that. I want them to meet you."

"I would like that, Bel. I just need to get that necklace off first. How long have you been putting money in your jar?"

The Tauren pulled an ornate, wide-mouthed jar from her pouch. She had already explained to Ren about its unique properties. Only Belune could pick it up or take the contents OUT of the jar. Anyone could add to it with money, jewels, or anything of value. The jar would automatically calculate the worth and put it towards the debt. She shook the jar and peered inside.

"Let's see, I've been adding for about six months, so I think I have over 300 gold in here."

That still left nearly 3000 till she was free. Ren surmised it would be a long time before the jar was satisfied and the necklace could be removed.

"I'll find a way to help, Belune. You can count on me."

"I know, Ren, and I love that about you."

The couple had made their way to the central well in town. Brulliard and Lirrak had paused at the well, talking while Belune and Ren caught up. As the two closed the gap, a loud, guttural roar came from the structure behind the well. It was the bakery, doors closed and framed in privacy walls. As the startled crowd turned to look, the front door of the bakery exploded open and a half-dressed Orc came rushing out. Ren recognized the Orc as Druhma's boyfriend. He was dressed only in a pair of breeches, hanging down below his knees. As he scrambled away from the building, the Orc was trying to pull his breeches up with both hands. Another roar echoed from the open door, transforming into a stream of curses.

"You son of a dog!! You worthless piece of slime!! I'll kill you!!"

Right behind the hobbling Orc, Druhma burst through the door, screaming invectives as she came. The Orcess was dressed in a skimpy bathrobe that strained mightily to contain her. Above her head she waved a huge metal pole tipped with a hook. It was the tool she used to pull pots out of the oven. She turned with a snarl and pursued the half naked Orc up the street. The male struggled desperately to pull up his breeches and run at the same time. He was running toward the group when Druhma caught up to him.

Clang!

He was staggering toward the group.

Bong!

He was crawling feebly toward the group.

Bonk!

_ Thud!_

Druhma paused from beating the downed Orc long enough to rearrange her bathrobe, which had started to open due to the enormous strain around the chest area. As she raised the bloody pole to continue, Brulliard stepped up and addressed her directly.

"Druhma, darling, what is going on?"

The monstrously endowed Orcess lowered the pole long enough to speak to the Belf mage.

"This bastard was stealing from me! I came down outta the shower to see if he wanted to join me and what do I see? Him! Taking my last gold outta my safe!"

The Orcess punctuated her words by kicking the downed Orc in the side. He responded my moaning slightly. Ren and Belune approached warily. The Orc lay facedown on the road in a most unflattering pose. He had landed knees first before falling forward, and his breeches had never made it past his hips. The result was that everyone in the vicinity was looking at the Orc's anus and genitalia, propped awkwardly in the air by his own knees. The Orcess continued her tirade, gesturing with the pole.

"I ask 'What you doing?' and he tries to tell me 'Nothin!'. Can you believe it? I look in my safe and it's EMPTY!! He's been stealing from me since he came home yesterday!! Then he tries to tell me about some gambling trouble he got into and how he needs the money to pay it off. I didn't listen after that. I mean, after I gave him a place to stay! After what I just DID to him upstairs!! The scum!!"

The big Orcess delivered another kick to the fallen male. Brulliard was looking at the downed Orc as Druhma vented her anger. Ren saw him stiffen and scowl darkly at the fallen form. He turned back to the Orcess with barely repressed fury.

"As a member of the Council, I reserve the right to purchase this worthless pile of excrement from you for the blocks. How much did he take?"

Druhma was taken aback. The sudden shift in the elf's demeanor caught her off guard. She paused and licked her lips before replying.

"I was saving up for remodeling on my store. I had 1500 gold in that safe."

Brulliard pulled a huge pouch from somewhere in the folds of his clothes and tossed it to the Orcess.

"Good. Here is 2000 gold. Is that an acceptable fee?"

The female Orc's eyes bulged at the purse. She thanked the Blood elf and, with a final kick, turned to go back into her building. Ren felt an uncomfortable moment as he watched Brulliard's face. The Blood elf mage wore a mask of cold rage. When Ren looked at him quizzically, Brulliard simply pointed at something hanging halfway out of the downed Orc's pocket. Together, the human, Tauren, and Goblin all leaned over for a closer look. The object appeared to be a shiny, elaborate necklace. Closer inspection revealed withered strips of flesh seemingly stuck to the inside edge. Ren gasped. It was the missing indentured necklace from the murdered waitress! The three stepped back from the Orc as if he was diseased. The figure on the ground moaned again. Brulliard reached for a charm as he spoke.

"He's still alive. Good."

The Belf mage began to incant under his breath and wave the charm through a series of elaborate gestures. Ren turned his head and saw Lirrak peering closely at the charm. Suddenly the Goblin's eyes went wide.

"Brulliard! Watcha doin? Ya cant use that here!"

Ren was curious.

"What's happening Lirrak? What is he doing?"

"E's makin a demon call!"

"A WHAT?"

"It's like this. Mosta tha time, ya need a fancy drawin and some candles and whatnot ta summon yerself a demon. But, iffin ya already got a previous agreement with tha demon, ye can use a charm ta call them. That leaves it up ta them ta come here on tha material plane..."

Ren turned back to Brulliard, who had just finished. At first nothing happened, and then smoke started to billow up out of the ground. Most of the crowd who were watching the whole scene recognized the smoke's infernal origins and ran for their lives. The ones who didn't know the smoke followed the runners. Running away was a good practice in Shady Vale. In moments, the rising smoke became too thick to see through. Ren blinked when he noticed the smoke had changed to pink. In seconds, the smoke coalesced into the demon. The young human stared in shock.

The demon stood nearly Ren's height. Its upper torso was human, but colored a rosy blush hue. The human-looking portion was in the shape of a slim, androgynous male with long blond hair and effeminate features. The eyes were pupil-less, the fingers long, and two small horns protruded from its forehead. The lower half of the demon's body was covered in short blue fur. The legs and feet were similar to a goat; hooves polished and painted fluorescent green. The demon's wings were butterfly wings, enlarged to enormous proportions and shimmering with every color of the rainbow. Necklaces dangled on the hairless chest, earrings studded both ears, and bracelets clinked on the wrists. A single jewel winked from the fiend's navel. As Ren stared, the demon squealed and threw his arms around Brulliard.

"Brully! Thith ith thuch a thurprise! Aren't we a little early for our 'date'?"

At first, the demon's lisp made it difficult to understand until Ren started replacing the "th" sound with an "s" sound. Brulliard returned the embrace and then gestured at the fallen Orc.

"I realize it's early but I bought you a snack."

The demon disengaged from the mage and rubbed his hands together. Just then he seemed to notice the other three standing nearby.

"Oh hello! Are thethe thnacks too?"

"No Remalf, they are with me."

Brulliard proceeded to introduce each.

"This is Lirrak, the Goblin alchemist. This is Belune, who is a waitress at my inn. And this is Ren, a gorgeous creature whom I shall someday lick head to toe."

Remalf's gaze lingered on Ren.

"Oooh yeah. He thertainly lookth yummy."

As his eyes traveled up Ren's body, the demon continued to rub his hands together. When he looked over the warrior's shoulder, he froze. Without warning, the demon was right in Ren's face, snarling and hissing.

"You think you can fool ME!!! I will have your thoul, Enlightened one!"

Ren rocked back on his heels, totally confused. The demon's eyes had begun to smoke, and claws protruded from his fingers. Ren sensed he was one misstep from oblivion.

"Er, I'm sorry. I don't understand what you are saying..."

"Don't toy with me, warrior! You don't think I recognize the thword on your back?"

"The sword? I bought this from a Goblin six months ago!"

The demon stopped hissing and peered at Ren's face. Without looking, he spoke to Brulliard.

"Brully! Ith thith true? He thtinks of goodneth and he ith wearing a holy thword."

"Now hang on, Remalf. The boy has a good spirit but he's not what you think he is. He grew up right here in Shady Vale."

"Tho your thaying you bought thith thword here in the village?"

Ren nodded vigorously.

"Ok, I geth I won't eat you and your thoul."

The fiend's eyes dropped to Ren's crotch.

"That, on the other hand..."

Brulliard's cough drew Remalf's attention away from Ren. The young human breathed a sigh of relief as the brute strode back over to the mage. Brulliard gestured at the sprawled Orc.

"This one is for you, honey. A little something to keep your strength up for our date later this month."

The demon wrinkled his nose.

"An Orc? Really? Not the betht gift, Brully."

"My apologies, Remalf. It was short notice."

"Ah yeth. Well, beggarth cant be choothers."

With those words, the fiend's manhood sprung instantly out from his crotch. It was bulbous, veiny, and the length of Ren's forearm. Without preamble, Remalf dropped to his knees behind the insensate Orc and buried his entire length between the buttocks in one rough shove. The Orc's eyes flew open at the intrusion, and the evil spirit began to pound himself in and out of the Orc's expanded anus. In just a few seconds, the demon gave one final thrust and cried out, trembling.

"Oooooohhhh yeeeaaaaahhhhh!!!"

The Orc was wide awake but unable to speak, his mouth moving but no noise came out. The demon continued to tremble behind him. The Orc blinked, hard, and started to shrink. Well, maybe not shrink, but he seemed like he was deflating. His arms grew skinnier, and his legs. All of the excess flesh seemed to retreat as the Orc looked more and more skeletal by the second. As Ren watched in horror, one of the Orc's matchstick legs crumpled and vanished into the main body. The other followed right after. Ren looked at the demon's face, grinning in ecstasy, and back to the Orc, who now looked as though the lower half of his skeletal torso diminished rapidly and vanished into the end of the demon's erection. The Orc had been supporting his upper body on arms that looked like skin stretched over bones. With a crunch, both arms sucked back into the shoulders. The entire torso retreated back into the fiend's manhood until only the Orc's head was visible, sticking out like some mutant growth. The Orc spun his head around to face Ren and, in that moment, the young warrior could see in his eyes that the Orc knew what was happening to him. Then, with a pop, he was gone. Ren felt sick. The demon, however, hopped to his feet and belched.

"Ah, yeth!! That wath actually pretty good! I'll let him cook in there for awhile and you can thuck him out later, Brully boy."

"I look forward to it, Remalf."

"Bye thweety."

The demon dissolved back into pink smoke and sank into the ground. For a few seconds, no one said a word, and then Lirrak asked the question on all their minds.

"What tha hell was that?"

Brulliard just gave them a small smile.

"That... is the reason I have the power to stay on the Council."

"Huh? By feeding a demon an' then... then..."

"Yes. Then. It's the fastest way to collect magical energy."

"How can ya do that? After watchin him eat?"

"That is one craving I can't dismiss. I've done worse, believe me."

Ren watched the exchange with mixed feelings. He didn't think anyone should go through what the Orc had endured. But when he thought of the necklace, his anger stirred. Where do you draw the line? Ren was still wavering back and forth when Belune whispered in his ear.

"Killer or not, that was terrible."

Ren turned and smiled at her. Trust Belune to know exactly what he was thinking. His love for her grew deeper by the second.

"I know. I never want to see it again."

"Me neither."

Ren drew her close and kissed her softly. Lirrak spoke up.

"Hate ta break up yer smoochin, you two, but Ren's got 'bout 10 minutes till his lunch date with 'is old man."

Ren looked at Lirrak with alarm. When he turned back to Belune, she put one thick finger against his lips.

"Shhh. It's ok. You go and do lunch. I have to get some sleep for work tonight anyway. Are you going to be there?"

"Without a doubt. I'll see you tonight."

"Love you, Ren."

"Love you too, Bel"

With one last peck, the young warrior turned and sprinted up the street.