A Swift Evaluation
Samara WindRunner, she had born at the time of a great war for her people. She was raised to understand that her people were at the absolute brink of extinction, forced to do whatever was necessary to survive. It had been 20 years since the great World Tree Nordrassil had fallen, breaking the spirit of the Night Elf people.
She was a child of war, from even a young age she was trained in the arts and lore of the Druid. She had been trained to become one with nature, so that it could be used as a weapon against her adversaries. In the years she had seen countless battles, seen so many of her friends slain by every manner of Orc, Troll, Tauren, Forsaken, and the traitorous Blood Elves. And for each of those friends and allies she had seen slain in battle she made sure to take the life of a member of the horde in return.
The emotional gambit of receiving orders, being rushed off to the front lines of yet another conflict, and seeing more die each time only served to remind her of the mortal coil. The stresses of war were beginning to take their toll on what little remained of her morale.
She sat on the edge of a bed, in an inn deep behind the frontlines in the forest of Ashenvale. She was holding in her hands a small doll she had received from one of her fallen comrades before they had passed on. The news had just come through town; the scourge, a brutal legion of undead, had attacked the last remaining human city of Stormwind. She continued to sit there, pondering if she would be shipped off the to the front lines of yet another war, this one even more bloody and taxing than the already long and drawn out war over the resources of Kalmidor and the Eastern Kingdoms.
Sighing, she looked again at the area around her. She quickly reached for her staff, a prize from the defeat of a great enemy upon the first time Samara had visited the great scourge citadel of Naxxramas. The very thought of being forced to engage the undead hordes a second time sent shivers running through her spine and provoked a single tear.
There was no time for this; she would have to continue to perform her duty to the best of her ability. That's when a young messenger came rushing into the room.
"Samara Windrunner?" he asked.
"That's me..." she slowly began to stand up, bracing herself on her staff.
"Ma'am-"
She quickly cut him off "Don't refer to me as Ma'am, it is simply Samara."
"Sorry Samara," he hesitated "I have word from Lady Whisperwind herself; you are to report to Moonglade for a full evaluation."
"Evaluation? I cannot possibly think of what I have done that would merit an evaluation of my record or my combat actions!"
"I am sorry Samara, I do not know why you have been summoned. All I do know is that this message was marked as critically important and requiring your immediate attention."
She slowly began to pace back and forth across the room, limping towards a nearby dresser and searching the drawer. Quickly finding a comb and mirror in one of the upper drawers, she began to take the piece to comb through her blue silken hair.
"Do you know when I am intended to appear in Moonglade for her lady?"
"As I understand it, you are to leave tonight in order to make the deadline for the appearance..." his speech trailing off as if he was even more hesitant to deliver that news.
Placing her hand upon her forehead, she let out a slow sigh "So be it, is there anything else I should be aware of?"
He reached into his back pocket, removing from it a small piece of jewelry. It was a beautiful necklace in the design of a series of entangled vines, at its center was a small green gem. "I was only told to give you this once you were prepared to leave."
Samara took the small necklace, examining it in her hand, twirling it to get a better view of the intricate design.
"You don't know what this is, do you?" she said, setting the necklace down on the dresser.
"No."
"Very well, please leave, I must make some preparation before I leave."
The messenger quickly dismissed himself, leaving Samara to ponder why she would have received this now of all times. She quickly took the necklace in her palm and squeezed lightly on it, as if to try and persuade the necklace to reveal details of its arrival. As she squeezed the necklace, she slammed her free hand on the dresser, frustrated at the arrival of this object now of all times.
A flight out
She left the inn, her full set of leather armor in tow along with a backpack of various supplies. The night was incredibly silent, and she had been looking forward to the chance to get a restful night's sleep for the first time in months. Sadly, it seemed that fate or the forces of the universe were in no mood to allow her to continue about her night in peace.
The moon shown down upon the area, lighting up the town like a large dim bulb. She approached the town's Hippogryph Master slowly and surely.
"Samara, didn't you just get in town?" the Slender, Tall Hippogryph Master asked.
"Yes, but it seems that my stay has already proved too long for the whims of the Alliance. I need a Hippogryph which can take me to Moonglade."
"As you wish Samara, The Messenger who came into town earlier has already arranged to pay the fees for the flight, as such I only wish you luck in whatever it is you are off to take care of."
"Thanks Lendil," she said as she mounted the backs of one of the great beast, trying to find a comfortable spot atop the creature.
As Lendil approached the Hippogryph, he noticed that she was clutching the necklace in hand. He lowered his head to untie the creature to send it on its way. As he looked back up to Samara he motioned towards the necklace "Oh..."
"It looks like everyone has their time and calling Lendil, I just didn't realize that time would come at such an inconvenient moment."
With that, she kicked the sides of the Hippogryph, causing the creature to spread its substantial wingspan and rocket into the treetop. Lindel could only look on, waving as she disappeared into the darkness of night.
She had grown accustomed to these long flights, learning that the best thing to do was to simply focus on the nature all around her; however, As she tried to mediate atop the creature, her mind continued to focus back on the necklace that she held in her hand.
It had been many years since she had the chance to return to the great city of Darnassus, it had been her childhood home, where she had trained before being sent to Moonglade where she would become a member of the Druid's of the Claw. In her time in the city, she was made aware of the various Night Elf customs, the rituals, the things the defined her people. She had been too young at the time, not even old enough to wield a staff, but even at that age she knew exactly what this pendant signified.
Its meaning had not been disseminated to the general population. The Warrior, Priest, and Hunter sects had been excluded from many of the various Druidic rights and rituals, this being one of them. It was a sign of her age. She had forgotten that she was barely 25, incredibly young for what was once an immortal race.
The necklace was to inform her that she was being called back to Moonglade to be bred, like some kind of prized animal. The practice had been suspended since the time of the last Ancient War, but recent losses along a multitude of fronts had forced the druids to reconsider the practice. She remembered as a child as the older druids would sit with each other, arguing over what right they had to reinstate what some referred to as a "barbaric practice".
The overwhelming death toll, coupled with the loss of immorality for the Night Elf people had finally forced the druids to consider the practice as a viable option to try and bolster numbers. It would take some time after that young girl left Darnassus for the practice to be sanctioned by the druidic council, but it had been sanctioned.
She had forgotten in those years on the battlefield the strange and eccentric ways in which her people operated. The humans seemed to breed whenever they found "True Love", the dwarves whenever they were drunk, and the Gnomes whenever a couple could work on research together. But for the Night Elves, their sexuality was not something they had considered for a very long time. Their population had stagnated, and they treated the act of sex as something to be left to the younger races.
Yet here she was riding a Hippogryph knowing full well that at the end of the ride would be an evaluation not of her as a warrior, not as a soldier, but as something that could be bred. Elder druids would ask various questions, some of them incredibly intimate, all in the name of determining how suitable she was for breeding.
Part of her was repulsed by the idea of being bred, especially because of the druidic circle she had aligned herself with. Unlike other druids, the druids of the claw were expected to breed in their feral forms. This would allow the expectant mother to have more children more quickly. For one year she would spend her time raising small night elf children in some kind of unrecognizable form, only for them to mature into a humanoid form like her.
On the other hand, having spent many years with the various other races which composed the alliance, she was mildly curious about what the attraction to such a process could be. Why the human soldiers would go to such incredible lengths to attract each other's attention, only so that they could wake up next to each other. She certainly was not unaware of the various creatures which composed nature and how it was they had come in to being, but it was never something she had put much thought into.
Samara was a soldier, a druid of the claw, the brave bear that would crash through the enemy's front lines in order to secure a beachhead. The concept of not only love, but sex itself was foreign to her. Through all the bloodshed, the training, and the emotional drain; carnal thoughts of lust and sex were not something that really had time to enter her mind.
She sat there and pondered the whole affair, letting the cool night air blow through her silken hair. Samara only hoped that whoever was assigned to be her mate would not be unkind or treat her like nothing more than breeding stock.
Landing in Moonglade
The Hippogryph quickly touched down in the soft and quiet soil of Moonglade. The area always had this eerie quiet to it. The lake below her landing spot illuminated by the almost fluorescent lake, Samara quickly made her way to the Druidic Temple at the water's edge. As she approached she could overhear various Druidic Elders discussing what sounded like her career. They seemed to be covering the various battles she had led or the arenas she had come out of.
She silently entered the temple, causing the various elders to come to a sudden hush. She quickly recognized the elder at the head of the temple as the Leader of all the Druid Circles. He stood and began to address her
"Samara Windrunner, of the Druid's of the Claw, do you understand why we have called you to the Druidic Sanctuary of Moonglade?"
"Yes sir" she said almost choking on the lump in her throat.
"Then you understand that the following series of questions will likely be personal, but are necessary in order to establish a valid evaluation?"
Samara simply nodded
"Good, if there are no requests from other members of the council at this time, I will invite members of the council to begin their line of questioning."
There was a silent hush among the other Elders, before a man she instantly recognized as her teacher stood at the near end of the room. He was the head of the Druids of the Claw and the man who had taught her the basics of shapeshifting.
"Ms. Windrunner, before we begin the basic line of questions, we would like to confirm your battle record for the council. Simply answer 'Yes' If the following statements are true."
She nodded in understanding.
"You participated in the battle for the Scourge Citadel for Naxxramas."
"Yes"
"You participated in several coordinated efforts by the Alliance to hold and control the forest of Warsong Gulch."
"Yes"
"You were present during the late stages of the War of the Shifting sands."
"Yes"
"Thank you Ms. Windrunner, that will conclude our questions regarding your military service record. It is important to establish the candidates that we are working with. Are you aware of any genetic abnormalities or birth defects that you carry?"
"NO" she responded, her voice shaking.
"Please Samara, remember that these questions will be incredibly personal, try not to take offence to them."
She quickly lowered her head "Sorry."
"That is fine. Continuing on, while in various Feral Forms have you ever experienced being in heat?"
Samara's jaw would have hit the floor if it could. She could only mutter "I don't recall such a time, no."
"Have you ever had sexual intercourse?"
She could not believe the words that were coming from her former teacher's mouth. This was the man who taught her to leap from tree to tree, how to hold a staff, and even the finer points of finding healing herbs. To hear such strange questions asked in such an impersonal way was strange to her.
"No" she managed to squeak.
"That will be all, I believe that we have all the information that we will need, if you could please make your way to the private quarters we have arranged for you at the Inn you will be provided with further instructions."
Samara could only manage to nod, feeling as cold and clammy as she had ever felt. Never in the heat of battle would such a thing make her feel as detached as she was right now.
The Long Night
She slowly wandered towards the Inn, almost in a haze of confusion. The Inkeeper quickly informed her that a room at the stable awaited her. Her eyebrow raised in questioning manner, only to see the innkeeper simply nod. She made her way to the stable, to find it had been cleaned. A fresh floor of hay and grass made up the majority of the floor. There didn't appear to be any sort of bed or place to sleep, so she could only imagine that whatever had started in that Chamber room was only just the beginning.
An elder Female Druid walked in, placing her hand on Samara's shoulder. Samara quickly jumped, spinning around to see what had snuck up on her.
"Relax child" the elder druid said calmly "I am only here to prepare you for tonight, I am not your enemy."
Samara relaxed if only a little, the confusion of it all still setting in. The elder druid quickly pulled a comb from her satchel and began to stroke Samara's hair.
"I have seen plenty young druids coming through this process in the last couple of years, but I don't think I've ever met one quite as jumpy as you. My name is Aili, I am only here so that you may have someone of your own gender to confide in before those ruttish males have their way with you."
Samara simply nodded while Aili reached into her satchel for a small vial.
"Here my child, drink this, it is not only necessary for the ceremony, but it will make the experience much more enjoyable."
"Dare I ask what it is?" Samara said fumbling the vial in her hands.
"It will drive your feral forms into estrus, allowing you to be impregnated by whatever male they decide to send out here."
"Do you know who it will be?"
"No" Aili chuckled "Only that they will make sure that it is someone you are comfortable with."
"What if I'm not ready for this?"
Aili quickly made her way to Samara's front side, examining her from head to toe. She gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"My child, no one is every truly ready for the journey you are about to take, but I do know that the council does this out of love not spite. You have fought many years and deserve a chance not only a peace but pleasure."
"... Will it hurt?" her hand wondering to her stomach.
"Oh no my Child, it may at first as I believe you Druids of the Claw retain things like your hymen even while shapeshifted, but once the male has a smooth rhythm going, you will feel nothing but joy." Aili said smiling, "Now quickly, drink the last of that elixir and assume your feral cat form, the male they have selected to mate you will be here shortly."
Samara began the now all too familiar process of shapeshifting into her feline form. She felt as a rush of wind and leaves surrounded her. Her palms quickly began to become like leather, as her face began to stretch out and twist. Her legs began working themselves into shape, and a tail snaked its way into view. Her clothes disappeared into a deep bluish black fur coat. Her vision seemed to refocus itself as she quickly found herself on all fours.
Aili began to pet her head, sitting by her side. She removed from her pouch a small collar and affixed it around Samara's neck. She retrieved the comb and began to brush it along Samara's almost regal fur.
"I can see why they were so willing to promote you to commander so quickly." Aili continued to run her hand along Samara's fur coat. "I think that you will make quite the mother, in fact speaking of that..."
Samara was shocked to find Aili's hand reach its way between her front legs and along her stomach. She began to feel the small nipples which lined her stomach. Her hand found a pair of nipples somewhere in the middle of her tummy as she began to squeeze at them. Much to Samara's almost unique surprise she felt as the nipple began to lactate.
"Well it looks like the potion is beginning to have its effect; I expect that you will be 'full bloom' here shortly". Aili quickly made her way around Samara's backside, Samara only managing to stand still. She felt as Aili pushed her tail to the side, running her hand along an inflamed vulva. Samara could only shudder at the gentle touch.
"Well my girl, I'd most defiantly say that you are ready to meet your mate, I will fetch him from the main lobby and send him in."
Aili left Samara's side, leaving the young night elf trembling and excited at the same time. Thoughts rushed through her head. Who would it be? What would it feel like?
Answering questions
Samara stood in the stable, her tail drooped down, trying to use her feline sense to determine when someone else might enter. It was at this moment she heard a voice from behind her
"I can smell your intoxicating sent from all the way in the lobby"
She immediately recognized the voice, it was her mentor.
"I never thought that I would be fathering your children in addition to teaching you how to shapeshift, but then some people are just lucky."
As she sat there, frozen in place, she began to smell her mentor as well. This wasn't like any smell that she had encountered before though. There was something different about it this time, like he almost wasn't himself.
"Your sense of smell has probably let you know that I'm in the room by now Samara. I figured that if I were going to mate you properly, I should at least have the courtesy of allowing you to smell male musk. I have to admit, when they told me we were recalling you to be the next breeding druid I immediately through my hat into the ring to be the breeder. Your body, regardless of form, exudes the beauty of nature."
Samara finally managed to turn around, seeing her mentor also in Cat form, sitting on his haunches viewing her. Her eyes were almost immediately to the small pink object in between his legs. It was not that she hadn't seen a penis before, but she most certainly couldn't recall a time that she had seen his.
"Well my dear, I'm all for explaining why mating with you will be an enjoyable experience, but quite frankly we have a lot of work to do and I'd like to get started. If you could just turn around and move your tail we can get this whole thing rolling."
Samara couldn't manage to speak, of the questions answered, this brought up so many more. They rushed through her head as her feline instincts began to take hold. She slowly turned back around and moved her tail to the side.
She felt as a cold nose began to sniff at her, running its way along her exposed backside. It seemed to stop right at her flower, seeming to sit there and hover. She then felt as a tongue slowly worked its way across her pussy. It seemed with every stroke as if her body sent a tiny message to her, making her want whatever this was even more. As if involuntarily, she began to lower her front end to present her backend.
She felt as he began to mount her, his paws and forearms wrapping around her backside, slowly scraping her belly with his claws. He shuffled his back feet to begin to straddle her. She felt as his slimy member slowly rubbed at the patch of fur and skin just below her opening. With each time it passed, leaving a bit more of a liquid substance along her fur.
Suddenly, she felt as her mentor repositioned himself, feeling the tip of his member make its way into her delicate walls. He stopped momentarily; biting the fur around the nape of her neck as he suddenly lunged forward into her.
She cried out in pain as the thin barrier inside of her was destroyed. She felt as his prick hilted itself, feeling his soft velvet like balls just beyond her entrance. And just as quickly as he had entered her, he began to pull out of her, the spines along his penis rubbing her silken insides.
"You're so incredibly tight my dear" he managed to muffle out.
Releasing her nape "I do hope that after tonight, I get a few more opportunities to widen this little snatch of yours out."
With that, he quickly began to thrust in and out of her, rubbing along all manner of nerve ending inside of her. Her instincts quickly took over as she began to push back on him.
With each push, she felt like she was getting closer and closer to pure ecstasy, using her canal to squeeze the intruding member. She began to feel as her insides began to act almost electrical, noticing her back paw wanting to tap against the ground, while her tongue hung out from her mouth. Her juices and sweat were rolling down from her inflamed vagina.
That's when she felt it, as her mentor made one more push into her; suddenly she felt a jet of liquid extruded into her belly. He seemed to just collapse there on top of her. As the two sat quietly, his seed spilling from inside her and rolling down her leg, she could only hope that there would be more mating like this in the future.
"Thank You" she managed to say, before the exhaustion of the whole experience took its toll on the both of them. The two druid felines falling asleep in the hay