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Salvo sat quietly on the chair in the war room. He was a proud Orc Hunter first and foremost, raised in Durotar and having seen his homelands ravaged by the likes of the scourge and the black dragon flights. He had earned his nickname as well as the rank of Blood Guard by leading countless battles against the enemy. He had seen atrocities committed in the name of honor and resources. But none of that would quite be capable of preparing him for the mission briefing he was receiving today. He had been summoned by several high ranking officials to sit in on a top secret meeting that would hopefully turn the tide of Battle in lands known as the Arathi Basin and the Warsong Gulch.

"Salvo" a tall well armored Blood Elf male greeted him.

"Reporting as ordered Warlord," Salvo said, quickly rising from his comfortable spot in the chair.

"At Ease Blood Guard," the Blood Elf said calmly "Did you receive the mission briefing Salvo?"

"Yes sir," he said, quickly producing a leather bound scroll from his satchel.

"Good, than you know that this mission is considered of extreme importance to the Warchief himself. As the mission briefing indicated, with the induction of the Worgen filth to the Alliance cause, the battles at Warsong Gulch and Arathi Basin have become even more important to us in terms of resources. We have reason to believe that the Druids among the night elves may have led the Worgen to the Alliance..." He paused, taking a second to gauge Salvo's reaction.

"Aye sir, the report also mentioned that you would need a skilled tracker?" Salvo said, glancing again over the parchment.

"That's correct Blood Guard. We believe the Night Elf druids pose the largest threat to our ability to successfully defend and maintain those areas. With other Alliance personal busy dealing with the likes of the Twilight's Hammer, and our main forces working to secure efforts in Deepholm and Hyjal, it has become of renewed importance to strengthen our supply lines."

"Aye Sir, I understand sir..."

"I don't think you do Blood Guard," The Warlord quickly interrupted "As the report details, we would like you to capture a night elf druid and bring it back to Silvermoon City. The Tauren and Darkspear must not be informed that we are preforming this operation."

"But Sir... they are our allies are they not?" Salvo said, taken aback by this strange command.

"That is correct Salvo; however, given the nature of this operation, we believe it best that those races with strong ties to the Cenarion Circle not be informed of it."

"Your wish is my command Warlord. Is there anything else that I should be aware of before capturing this druid?" his eyes slowly glancing over the parchment looking for the finer details.

"In fact there is Salvo. There are a number of conditions regarding the status of the druid that must be met before you return it. First, it must be female, this will likely be easy given that most of the Night Elves male druid population has gone on to fight in the Emerald Dream and at the Battle for Hyjal. Second, we need you to bring it back in its 'Cat' form."

"Sir? How exactly am I supposed to manage that, last I checked Druids were capable of manipulating their shape at will..." his rough hand going to scratch his head.

"That is correct Salvo... most of the time. We will be giving you a variety of supplies and equipment that will make shape shifting impossible for the druid. In addition, you will be meeting with the royal apothecary society to get the potion required to place the druid in estrus."

Salvo stare grew as cold as ice, eying the warlord from head to toe, "Sir?"

"That is part of the final two conditions for this mission's success. We intend to breed a druid with one of our own Springpaw Lynx's. A Springpaw Lynx that you will be bringing with you I might add. We would prefer if the druid was thoroughly bread before you return to Silvermoon, as it will make our task much easier. You are to take it as a pet," With those final words, the Warlord's eyes narrowed upon the experienced hunter, looking for any signs of doubt.

"I serve the Horde sir; I will do as you wish. Though I am curious how I am supposed to tame a druid, they are notoriously free minded independent of the fact that they are sentient."

"Leave that in the capable hands of the Apothecary society, they have developed something that will make your basic arcane spells much more powerful temporarily. Hopefully the augment will last long enough to bring the druid under your command."

"And if the augment should fade before I return to Silvermoon sir?"

"Then I hope that you have had experience taming spirit beast before Salvo, as a Night Elf druid will not make your task easy."

"I understand sir, when do I leave?"

"Now..."

A small goblin was standing in the shadow of the door frame, in his hand a set of small golden and silver keys danced against the soft candlelight. From his wrist a leash flowed into the darkness of the night outside. Salvo's keen eye quickly identified that tied to the other end of the leash was a Large Blood Elf Lynx, its fur blood red, with a smooth cream white belly. Its yellow eyes seemed to pierce the darkness once Salvo realized it was there.

"That's Ranger Captain Solja's prized Lynx," the Warlord said, trailing off "I suggest that he return happy and very much alive".

The Goblin produced a small stone from his pocket, handing it over to Salvo. In addition he produced a vial or a glowing green liquid from his satchel. Salvo took the items, placing the stone in his palm, and immediately understanding the meaning of the general's words when he had mentioned an augmentation of his arcane abilities. The bubbling vial was marked only with a small heart shaped symbol at the top of the vial with a small note. The note read as follows:

Apply directly to the fur and skin of intended recipient, vial allows for one dose, results should take approximately 60 seconds for changes to occur. Fertility rates may vary; consult your local alchemist regarding ingredients and if this product may cause an allergic reaction.

The Goblin than turned over the leash of the Lynx to Salvo, before disappearing into the night. Salvo quickly took the beast and examined the collar it had come with. Its name was written in Thalassian, the language of the High Elves, and something Salvo had no time to interpret. He scratched the lumbering creature behind its ears saying "Let's just call you Red for now."

He quickly checked himself over, inspecting his bow, his traps, and his spear before deciding that his orders made it clear that his departure was to be immediate. He was not sure where to begin hunting his prey, though he had already begun to brainstorm some possible locations. The Night Elves were currently embroiled in a bloody conflict in the Stonetalon Mountains to the west, and the Forest of Ferelas to the south west. Both of these areas would prove excellent locations to find his prey.

He decided that given the difficult nature of the hunt, he was more likely to find a Druid he could handle in the Stonetalon Mountains, as the conflict was considered much more under control. He made his way to the Wyvern Rider at the center of the great city, passing over a few silver to secure his flight to the mountains.

In under a few minutes Salvo and Red were silently passing through the night sky seeking their unsuspecting prey.

Deep in the Stonetalon Mountains

Kaylai Moonblade had come from a proud family of noble Warriors. She was the youngest among her brothers and sisters and had decided that she wanted to take on a task of communing with nature. She had studied since her youth to prove herself to the Circle, often going to great lengths to demonstrate her capabilities to herself and her peers.

When she had heard that the Stonetalon outpost had fallen under the attack of the Horde, she felt that it was her calling to assess the situation and provide her services to help restore the land. She had chosen the path of restoration, as a healer among the Alliance forces in the area, visiting various camps and restoring fallen and injured soldiers to health before being called on to others.

She had found the work quite fulfilling and was taking the opportunity to truly expand her prowess with the healing powers of nature. The happiness that she could bring to the sick and dying was far better than any sick joy that she could take from harming members of the Horde. She felt it was a druid's responsibility to attempt to maintain all life, even if they were your enemy on the battleground.

While she had vast quantities on medical practices, and the nature of healing and balance, she had no notion of tactics. That is why this particular day, she had chosen a most poor time to begin her travels through the mountains in an attempt to reach another camp. Kaylai had assumed that by traveling in the darkness, making use of her cat form's ability to make the night seem like day, that the travel would be safe.

She could never have imagined that she had been spotted from far above by a passing and ever observant Orc. She walked gracefully on the large paws that cat form had provided her. Her fur coat was a gleam of a variety of dark and rich purples, accented by a large shape on her front leg making it clear to anyone that she was a druid. The marking did not match the traditional druid markings of either the claw or the talon, instead bearing a different design. It was the mark of a Druid of Stag, a secretive order of druids who had tasked themselves with the restoration of elements of nature damaged.

Her eyes paid almost no attention to the sky above confident that, in these narrow mountain passes; nothing would dare attempt to engage her. Kaylai would almost have begun humming to herself be the calm of night not proving so relaxing to her. She stopped for a minute as the cool mountain breeze drifted over her, tickling her whiskers. It was nice to take a minute to get away from the constant struggle and battle. But not all was right with the wind tonight.

Her feline nose picked up the faintest hints of something else in the air, beyond the cool mountain breeze. Normally she would have acted with haste to get downwind of this new smell, but the nature of the mountains made such a task difficult if not impossible. She certainly could not begin to head back now, as the people in the outpost she had been traveling to were in desperate need of the supplies and medical care that she was brining to them.

She decided to dismiss the smell as nothing more than paranoia at being alone in the dark. She felt that she was crazy enough for trying to cross these peaks at night; certainly no one else would be foolish to do so at so late an hour. It was likely just some of the local wildlife with which she was not familiar Kaylai thought to herself.

She continued along the mountain path, sticking close to the interior of the narrow path, hugging the mountain side for support and comfort. The warmth of the rock against her fur also caused her to relax more, helping her feel more at ease with her surroundings. She did not know much about the area, but the sentinels at the last outpost had stated that the mountain pass would come to a small clearing at the summit of the mountain, allowing her a chance to sleep once the sun rose. Her intention was to only travel at night on this trek.

She continued her travel along the mountain side for what seemed like an eternity, her nimble paws daintily hopping over small crevices to reach her destination. She watched with a mix of interest and fear as the Son began to rise from the east, quickly bathing the land in a golden light, illuminating the peaks one by one. Luckily, it seemed that her travels had indeed brought her to a small clearing, and much to her joy an even smaller cave resided with the rocks.

She was overjoyed that she would have a location to sleep during the sunlit hours of the day so that she could continue her journey at night.

As Kaylai clamored into the calm of the hidden cave, she could not help but yawn. The Trek over the mountains had been an incredibly tiring one. She would have returned to her human form, but she lacked any sort of cold weather equipment, and the peaks of the Stonetalons could become incredibly cold. In addition, she had to conserve her already taxed mana for the healing that would be required for the next camp.

As the rays of sunlight began to slowly illuminate the small grass filled clearing, Kaylai could no longer keep her eyes open. She curled up into a tight ball in the cave floor, her head resting against her incredibly long tail. She drifted into a quiet slumber

• SNAP -

The sudden sound got the attention of Kaylai's sensitive ears, quickly jerking her head up to observe her surroundings. Something was not right; the smell of the cave and the clearing was rank with a smell she was not familiar with. At the center of the clearing, she could make out a patch of burned ground, the grass in the area nothing but black ash. Her mind began to race as to what might cause the smell and the strange burn mark in the otherwise lush and pristine clearing.

She would not be able to access the situation without stepping out of the cave to investigate. Her head slowly pushed its way from the rock, quickly darting back and forth to get an idea of any changes that might have occurred. She quickly realized that it was not yet dark, even though the sun was setting in the western sky leaving the entire sky deep auburn and orange. All of her senses told her that something was terribly wrong with this situation, though she could not place exactly what it was.

Perhaps she could call upon the Storm Crow to allow her to quickly take to the skies. She would not be able to remain there long as the Horde Sky Guard would quickly notice and shoot her down, but it may give her enough time to get beyond the clearing and further down the trail. She focused her mind on the shape of the hawk, the embodiment of true freedom for a druid, but as she did; she began to notice that the ground beneath her paws screamed out with purple, shooting from the base of her paws and making strange patterns in the ground.

For some reason she was not able to take on the form of the Storm Crow, something that she had done with relative ease for many years before. Her mana was not that strained as to prevent her from achieving flight, her mind raced trying to put together what was happening. Panic began to set in, as she was not sure what she had gotten herself into. She knew there was a chance of Horde Patrols traveling through the mountain passes, but their presence would have woken her long before now.

Her eyes darted, scanning the trees for any possible signs of an intruder.

Thunk

An arrow quickly found its way to Kaylai's shoulder, causing pain to go shooting through her. The Druid tried desperately to retake her human form, knowing that her feral combat abilities would be no match for any sort of Horde soldier. Each time she tried to retake her shape; however, she was met with the same purple flash of light emanating from her paws. Her panic quickly escalated, and her mind began telling her that her only choice was to run, to escape this clearing. The muscles in her legs tensed as she prepared to bolt for the narrow mountain pass.

Then it hit her, like a great blow to her stomach. Her legs would not respond to her, she felt frozen in place. Kaylai's slowly eyed the arrow that was lodged in her shoulder, noticing that blood was not the only fluid that seemed to be dripping from it. A purple and sticky substance seemed to be coating the arrow, and with each time she tried to step forward more and more of it seemed to pour into the wound. 'Damn,' Kaylai thought 'that arrow must have been loaded with some kind of toxin... if I could only shift out of this feral form I might be able to remove it'.

But as Kaylai's mind scanned desperately for ways to escape this situation, her eyes were drawn to a figure slowly stepping forwards from what seemed like thin air. A large Orc, accompanied by a large blood red feline of some kind suddenly appeared in the center of the clearing. The pair slowly began to approach her, causing Kaylai to begin to feel sick to her stomach. 'I'm going to be killed.... I'm going to be killed on my own in the middle of nowhere' her mind screamed. If her feline form could have produced tears it would have.

"Don't be afraid," the Orc Spoke.

This didn't make sense, she had been to many places and seen battle many times but she had never once heard an Orc speaking in common. It was strange however, as the noises coming from his mouth were clearly not common, they were Orcish. She did not know how, but she possessed the ability to understand what this Orc was saying.

As he came closer, she began to notice a gathering vortex of green energy gathering in his weapon free palms. She still could not move despite trying with all of her might to do so, ever closer the Orc approached. With each step he came closer; it was as if a haze was fogging over her mind. It was if a thousand voices were having a conversation in her mind at once. She tried to shake it off as best as possible, clearing her mind.

'What is this?' she managed to think to herself.

"It is working than," the massive green Orc before her chuckled.

'What is this oversized green meathead talking about?' Kaylai thought, trying desperately to clear her mind of the thousands of voices.

"I'm no meat head Ms. Kaylai" The Orc, now almost face to face with the immobilized druid.

Kaylai was shocked, could this Orc hear her thoughts, what was going on? Her mind flashed with images of her home, her family, and her friends. The Fog began to become overwhelming, her mind screaming with what seemed like all the voices of the Universe.

'No I must fight this," she thought, trying desperately to find serenity.

"You have already lost," The Orc said coldly.

With that, Salvo quickly placed his glowing palm atop the immobile druid's head. Kaylai's mind felt intense pain, and it was as if collar was being placed around her neck. She felt as if her voice was ripped from her, as if even if she could move her body she could not speak. Suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch, Kaylai's body began to go limp. No longer could she compel her muscles to take her forward, instead they didn't seem to respond to her at all.

It was if she was not even fighting any more, like her body had completely given up. Her mind was clear of all the voices, and she felt as her feral instincts began to manage more and more of herself. She could still think, still perceive, but it was if her body was simply not listening to her. The feeling of being trapped within her body was horrifying.

The Orc above her reached out with his paw, quickly beginning to scratch behind her incredibly long ears.

"Now you'll be a good girl won't you?" Salvo said with a strange sort of compassion. With that he quickly stood up and began to quickly glance over her feline form. "I've never had the chance to actually get a good look at a Night Elf Druid; they always shift out before I have the chance," he remarked, a green hand making its way slowly along her backside to her tail. "They weren't kidding about druid's feral forms being in remarkable health for a creature. I haven't seen a fur coat this finely groomed in a very long time," his hand quickly making its way down her for leg to her paws. He began to push against one of her digits causing her retracted claw to extend. "I have to admit, I'm almost jealous at the sheer quality of a creature like you," his hand tracing back to her face, running against her whiskers to her mouth.

If she could have, Kaylai would have vomited right then and there. She was being manhandled by a Horde Soldier, inspected as if she was some kind of kennel prize. Her mind began trying to remember desperately the training that it had undergone to avoid just such an event. Druids were trained early on to be able to withstand Hunter's Taming magic without ill effect, how could she have possible fallen prey to it? It was among the single greatest disgrace a druid could endure.

Her attention was quickly snapped back as his ever wondering hand made its way along the soft lighter toned fur of her chest, all the while her body cooperating. "I guess they were also serious about you feral druids retaining the anatomy of the creatures you transform into," his hand slowly hovering over one of the 8 nipples along her belly. "I wonder if you can even produce milk?" he said, quickly beginning to pinch the sensitive organ. The absolute feeling of violation enraged the part of Kaylai's brain that still remained.

She could only build with rage as she slowly felt the hunter make his way behind her, brushing aside her long tail. "Well you're not in estrus, so I guess I'm the one that has to fix that," he seemed to mumble, his hand running along her feline slit. A single digit seemed to slip into her opening, probing her insides. Kaylai had never before felt the need to commit terrible atrocities against another creature before this point, 'Please Elune Help me,' her mind cried. As the Orc's digit began to probe, he felt a slight barrier blocking further exploration.

"Well I'll be, apparently you do retain some of your night elf anatomy," he said sickening chuckle. "Well I don't want to be in Stonetalon any longer than I need to be, so let's hurry up and get this over with," he said reaching into this satchel.

Kaylai's mind reeled, every inch of her mind and body violated by this Orc, and apparently he wasn't even done with her. She felt as a slick and slimy oil began to ooze over her backside and flank. The Orc began to massage the substance into her fur. Suddenly, as if the situation could not possibly get any worse, she felt deep heat begin to radiate from her fur. She noticed as her hormones began to eclipse her feral mind, causing all of her senses to go into overdrive.

It did not take long for Kaylai to realize what the substance had done to her; she could easily smell the pheromones that she was now producing. In addition, she felt as a great itch began to build in her insides, gnawing at her stomach. She knew exactly what was going on, though she had never experienced it herself, she was going into heat. At this point, Kaylai couldn't even begin to ponder how a druid could be pushed into heat by any sort of substance, but she dreaded the consequences.

Her feral mind quickly took far more notice of Red, as it began to eye the Springpaw Lynx with an unbreakable fixation.

"Go ahead Red," Salvo said.

Kaylai could again only watch as the much larger feral beast began to approach her delicate feline frame. She also felt as her virgin slit began to gather a large amount of dampness, small droplets making their way down the fur of back leg. Her mind could only scream no, but her body was not listening. Her smell only got stronger, and her nectar filled tunnel began to burn with an even more intense heat.

The Large feral cat wasted no time in approaching her backside, quickly dipping his snout under her relaxed tail, taking in the strong scent of her opening. A mix of shock and pleasure ripped through her body as the large feline's sandpaper like tongue began to suckle at the nectar that building, slathering her feline flower in a mix of saliva and her own juices.

Kaylai had never even been with another night elf male, and had most certainly not been with any form of feral beast. She had no clue what she should be expecting, and her emotions were completely lost in the helplessness of the situation. With each flick of Red's powerful and responding tongue, Kaylai only felt as her body betrayed her on a multitude of levels. His tongue was lapping up the sweet juices of her entrance and rubbing them along the delicate fur that surrounded it.

Red suddenly stopped his attention to her ever growing need, quickly stepping back. She waited with nervous anticipation, knowing the next steps of this none to elaborate dance. She felt as Red's massive weight was suddenly atop her, his front paws wrapping around her feline waste, and his jaws biting into the flesh of her neck. It was not as painful as Kaylai had imagined, perhaps even enjoyable were it not for the circumstances. Her body betraying her yet again quickly moved her tail from Red's way, clearing a way to her needy entrance.

She felt as his thick member began to rub along the fur of her belly, spilling bits of precum into her soft fur. But it would not take many thrust for the beast to finally find his mark, quickly and ruthlessly pressing into her waiting tunnel. His first thrust deflowered the horrified night elf, taking any dignity she might have had left. She felt a rush of pain emanating from her body as his member buried itself deep within her. For the first time; though, she felt as if she was full, the Lynx's hard member widening her virgin passage.

But Red was not here to be gentle, just as quickly as he had deflowered her, he pulled back causing the feline spines along his penis to rake Kaylai's delicate inner walls. Even her feral body could not help but yowl at the mix of pleasure and pain it was causing her. As soon as his member had left her though, as sickening as it made her feel, she wanted him to fill her again. She would soon be granted her wish as the cat's member tore into her once again.

Each thrust seemed to cause her virgin passage way to become even slicker and more reciprocating to what was happening. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to tingle as Red's delicate balls pressed against the area just below her entrance. With each passing second, she could feel as her silken walls began to respond to the fleshy invader, wrapping even more tightly around it. For Kaylai this fate was even worse than death.

She noticed as her tongue began to hang out, panting with each thrust that red provided. Each time his spines raked along her interior, her womb became even warmer and warmer, her nipples beginning to harden. Her insides begged for the sweet seed which Red likely had in abundance, her juices dripping along his shaft, falling to the ground beneath the two each time he pulled out of her.

His pace began to pick up, as she felt herself thrusting back against him, her pussy so slick with a mix of the two feline's juices that a squishy sound was made with each heave. She felt as he pumped into her like a Jackhammer, his grip around her neck and waist beginning to tighten, the spines along his penis beginning to flare. As the moment drew closer and closer, Kaylai could only begin to ponder if he could actually impregnate her. She would soon know.

With one final Thrust, Red's swollen penis lodged itself deep inside Kaylai's abused entrance. The Feral beast's cock began to spew forth jet after jet of cum deep inside of her, each containing seed who's only goal was to seek out her now fertile womb. Her desperate insides clamped down around him, milking his softening rod for every last drop. She felt as splashes of his seed settled outside of her womb, filling her.

Red quickly pulled himself out of the panting female beneath, causing the sticky white liquid that was his seed to begin to dribble out of her entrance and onto her fur and the clearing below.

"Come on kids, we've got a few more stops before Silvermoon. I'm sure there will be plenty of time for more of this later," Salvo said calmly.

~ [To Be Continued] ~