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A single drop of rain stirred the sleeping Kaylai from her slumber. The small droplet ran down her nose and into the damp soil of the swamp below. She quickly lifted her head, looking at her surroundings. Apparently Red had moved at some point into the tent with his master leaving her alone in the muddy soil. Her gaze was drawn to the sky as she noticed that some dark clouds were quickly making their way over the small campground. Had it been a different occasion, Kaylai would have happily shifted to her human form to rejoice in the chance to dance in the rain. As it stood, she was only capable of looking at her feline paws, her reflection staring back at her from a puddle that began to form. She stared into the eyes of the creature that looked back at her knowing that somewhere deep down inside it wasn't her, it was just some feral beast.

She had let that disgusting Feral Beast claim her once again, and this time she'd even initiated it. She wasn't exactly sure what happened to a druid during estrus. As it stood, only Druids of the Claw were capable of even being brought into Estrus, and that required the aid of top alchemist in Moonglade. A Druid of the Stag had neither the endurance nor the ability to control the feral mind, and the estrus could easily overwhelm her. It likely did not help that she was currently under the influence of a hunter, though to exactly what extent, Kaylai was not sure. She knew that she could not kill him or attempt to escape. In addition to this fact was the nagging issue that at any moment the blundering oaf could give her a command to kill one of her own and she would be forced to do so.

As the rain began to pour down in heavier amounts, soaking her fur coat and running down her face and whiskers, she could not help but hope that just maybe nature might strike her down as some kind of abomination. Unfortunately for Kaylai it looked like this was simply a passing rain storm, with no real chance of producing any lethal side effects.

She also noted that the fish she had eaten was not settling well with her stomach, as she had the strong inclination to vomit it right back up. She knew however that she desperately needed what little nutritional value the fish was providing if she was to have any hope of making it through this endeavor. The druid had no intention of giving up on this battle just yet; she didn't want to give that disgusting Orc the satisfaction winning this personal war. She knew that she would fight until there was nothing of her left to fight with.

She quickly raised her paw up, striking at the puddle of water containing her reflection, disgusted with the image that met her eyes. She once again looked back to see that Salvo and Red were happily sleeping under the shelter of the makeshift tent. It would have almost brought her more joy to simply remain in the rain, to somehow come down with some sort of illness; however, she knew that hunters were more than capable of curing their pets of most of their ailments. As such, it would accomplish very little in terms of a strategy for escaping the grasp of this predicament.

Part of her simply hoped that by some sort of Miracle the members of the Sentinel Patrol in the Stonetalon Mountains had survived the attack. At the very least it would mean that the Cenarion Circle would have to be informed of the situation, and they would likely dispatch members of the Druids of the Talon to find, and possibly... end her. The circle had always remained neutral regarding the conflict that arose between the Alliance and the Horde, preferring to deal with matters like the Emerald Dream and as of late the Firelands. However; several druids had decided that they could not simply stand back and watch while countless of their brothers and sisters were slain in battle against the various forces that had threatened Azeroth.

Kaylai remembered the quiet that had overcome the Arch Druid of Moonglade and the Arch Druid of the Stag when she informed them that she would be returning with a Night Elf expedition to fight on the front lines. She had never wanted to take the life of a member of the Horde, but she could not simply stand by and watch as countless lives were lost fighting over the countless battles which consumed an already ravaged world. While she still had supporters in the circle, Kaylai was by no means still in as high a standing as she had been before her departure. Leaving meant that her interactions with Horde Druids were often cut short by the pressing needs of battle. She had sworn to Arch Druid Lilliandra, the lead researcher into the nature of healing, that she would never raise a blade or claw against an enemy in battle unless her life was threatened. She had promised that she would be Nature's Grace on the battlefield, helping those with wounds through the pain.

As she sat in quiet contemplation, the rain becoming ever heavier and her fur becoming ever soggier, she could not help but wonder if she could make the same oath today. Had she known then about the atrocities that she would see committed, would she have still been willing to promise not to shed blood? Her only hope had been to return to the Druid conclave after her stent of missions in the Stonetalon Mountains. The circle had suffered incredible losses in the firelands, including the loss of several of the few remaining Arch Druids. With the death of Mardant at the hands of this Orc, this could only mean that the death toll would be even higher. If for no other reason, Kaylai swore she would avenge Mardant and all of her sisters that fell that night.

-Itch -

Suddenly, she felt a small overwhelming itching sensation coming from the area just behind her ears. 'You have absolutely got to be kidding me,' she thought. As she jerked her head around, trying desperately to reach the itching spot with her mouth, realizing quickly that she was going to have no such luck. She looked at her back paw with a mixture of exasperation and desperation, quickly stretching it upwards to begin scratching at the area behind her neck. 'Just what I needed to make this situation even better... fleas,' she thought, her paw going to work trying to scratch at the itching soar. 'You know what, fine, if I've got fleas, than the hunter and his friend Red can have them too,' she thought defiantly, 'Besides which, while I enjoy a good rain shower like any other Night Elf, this fur coat makes it a less than pleasant experience.

Marking it down as yet another defeat in a long series of such in the past couple of days, Kaylai sulked slowly towards the tent with the Salvo and Red, hoping that perhaps she might get a solid amount of rest. She noted a small patch of linen and wool which wasn't covered in the likes of an Orc or a Large Red Lynx and slowly curled into a ball, still feeling a slight nausea. Her only real hope was that perhaps somehow in her sleep she would throw up and choke on it. She made sure to try and let as much rain in as she could when she crawled into the tent before finally settling down and once again slipping into an unconscious realm.

The sudden arrival of a soaking wet Druid curling up next to him caused Salvo to stir from an otherwise pleasant slumber. He looked to his side to realize the large purple feline had made herself comfortable on a small patch of sleeping cot, trying to get as much space as she could. She had also clearly tracked a healthy amount of mud into the makeshift sleeping area. Salvo could only look at the scene and laugh at the whole affair. He quickly made sure that his prize was indeed asleep before sitting up, getting his bearings.

His hand slowly made its way along Kaylai's fur coat, stroking her ears and running along her backside and tail. Salvo's mind was bustling with the series of orders he had been given. So far, the mission had been a complete success, he had gotten incredibly lucky and captured a druid on his first night out, in addition she had been strong enough to prove a capable pet while remaining weak enough to be susceptible to his magic. He was hoping that her breeding with Red would be successful so that the Apothecary Society wouldn't have any reason to find failure in his work. His hand slowly snaked its way to the base of her tail, slowly brushing it aside to reveal her still swollen vulva, a small amount of white fluid leaking from it. He smiled happily knowing that his subtle suggestion to entertain themselves had apparently worked on the two.

His hand slowly worked its way between her back legs, placing them against the delicate fur on her tummy, rubbing it slowly. He began to slowly pinch at her nipples, looking for any sign of lactation. His finger made its way back to her swollen entrance, slowly probing to see if there was anything more than Red's semen coating her walls. As he withdrew his finger, he noted that either her heat or her feral reaction had at the very least made her receptive to the breeding. He quickly wiped his finger along her fur, again returning to the soft fur along her belly.

As he slowly patted her underside, he began to focus calling on the limited amount of natural and arcane magic that hunters possessed. His magic told him exactly what he was hoping for, that on some level the breeding was proving successful. Though none of the eggs had been fertilized, his pet had certainly released several for just that task. He hoped that in a few days perhaps he could make a guaranteed assessment of her condition.

His joy did not last long as he quickly recalled exactly why he sat here in this swamp, invading the otherwise helpless druid. He reached into his bag pulling from it the small necklace he had cut from the Night Elf's neck earlier. He looked deep into the gems along the necklace, looking to see if perhaps there was something more than just rocks attached to a chain. As he did, he was hit with a sudden rush of memories, but they weren't Salvo's.

He was in a heavily wooded area, surrounded by other Night Elves, before them was a Night Elf Moonwell. Standing at the center of that Moonwell was a Night Elf Priest, chanting something that made very little sense to Salvo. As suddenly as the memory had come, it faded into the darkness. He quickly shook his head back and forth trying to shake the strange sensation, the thought of living through someone else's memories.

He was considering putting the necklace back in his backpack, but he was compelled to understand why the young druid had so much of an attraction to the item. He knew that nearly all Night Elf druids carried such a necklace with them in their various forms, each form taking on a slightly different variation of the same necklace. He figured he might ask her about the little item in the morning, but whatever it was it had given her the strength to break his control, if only for a matter of seconds. If he could understand what it was, perhaps he could figure out a way to use it against her in the future.

As he stared into the deep purple glow of the gems in the necklace, it was as if someone suddenly shown him a thousand images, each of Kaylai's life before she had been taken prisoner. He began to see people repeated over and over again, one of whom he assumed was her betrothed. He appeared to be a tall Night Elf decorated in various trophies and carrying a stout bow and arrow. Salvo shook off the oddity of it all before placing the necklace back in his bag.

He once again resumed petting Kaylai, stroking the fur atop her head. He reached into his bag pulling out a small towel. He slowly ran the towel along her fur coat trying to dry the sleeping feline without waking her. As he did, he could not help but wonder what the Apothecary had planned for the young druid. He had read that mission report five times before he chose to report to the Warlord, and each time he became more and more concerned about what the document had said. Originally he had thought it some kind of sick joke on the behalf of one of his Lieutenants, but the seal at the bottom of the document very much confirmed that it was as real as could be.

He was none too pleased about this mission, the Apothecary society didn't exactly have a high standing among Horde soldiers after their willingness to sacrifice so many openly at the Battle of the Wrathgate some years earlier, all in the name of efficiency. The sheer loss of men at the battle in addition to the responses had left many soldiers distrustful of the true motives of the society. To be asked to do such terrible things to an enemy combatant was low, even for the society. Worse yet is that he had been asked to be the instrument to carry out those orders. It wouldn't be such a terrible burden were it not for the final note that came with the Orders

And if you should fail to carry out your mission in any capacity Harg 'Salvo' Deadeye, you can be most assured that the entire Deadeye clan will pay for your failure and dishonor. This goes especially so for the newest member of the Deadeye clan.

As he reminisced over the end of the thinly veiled threat, he reached into his bag pulling from it the painting his son had done for him. His son was strange for an Orc, not craving battle, but instead wanting to learn more about the arcane ways. Salvo missed the days in which Thrall had lead his people, under his rule the Blood Elves and their undead friends would not have so much leeway to wreak havoc among enemy forces. Already reports were coming in that at a critical battle with the Alliance in one of their more Northern Cities, the Undead had chosen to carpet bomb the town in a deadly poison, killing all those present including women and children.

Such things were violations of even the most basic tenants of what Salvo knew as honor. He had been raised to believe that a victory over an enemy that could not defend itself was no victory at all. He wondered if perhaps that was why he took so little pride in the capture of his 'prize'. Even as the druid slept next to him, completely bent to his will he could not help but wonder if it was right. The Orcs had been forced to endure slavery at the hands of the Humans, and he disliked the idea of inflicting such a fate on any other sentient kind of creature. He was also not comfortable with the notion that the only thinking keeping his new companion from slitting his throat was an item he had no understanding of.

He simply stroked the Kaylai's fur, a single tear running down his cheek. "If you don't get to cry over this, than I think that someone should be able to do it for the both of us," his hand wondering over her exceptionally sensitive whiskers, "I hope that whatever they hope to gain from this will not result in the blood of more innocents being shed". With that, he slowly tucked way his son's small drawing into his bag, sealing it back up before returning to his slumber. The combination of the rain storm and being nestled between the soft furs of two large felines quickly returned Salvo to his dreams.

"SALVO!"

Salvo was ripped from his Slumber, quickly looking around to see what had made the noise. The lack of a Son in addition to the now clear sky made it clear that several hours had passed since he had fallen asleep. His attention was than drawn to a Goblin standing in his doorframe, wielding a weapon pointed directly at Kaylai.

"You scared me Marin, and put that Gun Down," Salvo said, his hand reaching out to try and point the muzzle of the weapon away from the slumbering cat.

"What are you doing sleeping next to an ALLIANCE druid Salvo? I know you have a good reason for this?" the Goblin said, keeping his weapon trained on the sleeping druid.

"Calm down Marin, this is why I'm coming to see you, this is the cargo I mentioned to you earlier," Salvo began to step outside of the tent to see that Marin had not come alone. He was surrounded by several Goblins, each leveling their weapons with him. "Calm down boys, my name is Blood Guard Harg Deadeye, and the druid Marin is so concerned with is exactly the reason we are all he..."

"Why isn't the creature bound and gagged?" one of the excited goblins pined inquisitively.

"There is no need, now lower your weapons. We're all on the same side here," Salvo snapped back, quickly beginning to put on the armor and gear he had removed to get his rest. "Marin, is the Airship ready to go?"

"Yeah Salvo, we're ready to go, I have her moored out in the swamp, but you're going to have to make it incredibly clear why I'm letting an Alliance Druid on to my airship with nothing preventing it from attacking us all," the small goblin responded calmly. "I'm afraid you're just going to have to trust me Marin, the Druid is under my control, the rest of the details are classified at this time," Marin said, reaching into the tent to wake Red.

"You've never been the type to lie to me Salvo, and I don't quite expect you to begin lying, but you better be absolutely sure you can control that thing. When we get into the air, there won't be much help that we can call upon to stop it," Marin said, slowly lowering his weapon. With that Marin quickly motioned to his troops to begin gathering the rest of Salvo's supplies in an effort to begin bringing them back to the ship.

Kaylai slowly stirred from her slumber, still tired from her earlier experiences with Red. She looked around and quickly noticed that a team of goblins appeared to be dismantling the camp site. She saw that Salvo was talking with a goblin at the center of the group, the two of them going over a map. She tried once again to gather her strength to attack, realizing that whatever arcane magic had been holding her back was still very much in effect.

"First thing when you wake up, and your first thought is to try and murder us all? I think I have to give you points for determination," Salvo chuckled, his hand slowly going over a route drawn on the map. 'It would be an easier goal to accomplish were it not for my present condition,' Kaylai thought to herself.

"What are you talking to Salvo?" Marin asked, a confused expression crossing his face. "Oh sorry Marin, a small side effect of being spirit bonded to a druid is hearing its every waking thought, it gets quite distracting after a while," he said, laughing heartily before taking a swig from hiscanteen. He patted the Goblin on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I'll be sure to let you know if she starts thinking about murdering you more than me Marin".

"She?" Marin asked, looking back at the druid with a confused gaze. "You really have never been off an airship have you Marin?" Salvo said, chuckling at the confusion of the Goblin, "With that kind of thought process, it's a wonder you have a wife at all". "Female Goblins are much easier to distinguish than female and male cats Salvo. Remember, not all of us tried to be stable keepers when we were younger," the goblin said grabbing Salvo's canteen and taking a drink. Sighing, Salvo quickly picked up the last of the supplies that made up the camp and began to march towards the direction of Marin's airship.

Kaylai followed behind in short order, realizing that she and Red were not the only two cats who were making this voyage. She smelled the air, noticing that along with the scent of the Goblins and Salvo, there was another distinct scent on the trail, different from Red's. Her feline nose further confirmed that it was yet another male. 'Great, another horny cat just wanting to use me as a way to climax in the afternoons,' Kaylai thought suddenly reminded of her soar entrance.

The nausea was also getting worse. She wasn't sure if the fish were simply inedible, or if there was something else wrong with her. It wouldn't have been so bad, but the fish was all she had eaten, and she was hungry once again. She approached Salvo from behind, quickly sticking her nose into his satchel looking to see if he might have any food stored in there. Salvo lifted the satchel up higher, out of Kaylai's reach.

"No Luna, well eat once we get to the airship," his green hand quickly making its way to the top of the satchel to seal it shut.

A twinge of disappointment crossed Kaylai's mind, as she hoped that perhaps the Orc had some kind of Jerky or perhaps even an edible plant or two. She didn't know quite how her normal diet might work for this feline form, but she imaged that vegetables were probably going to be a no go. What she did know is that she was hungry for something a bit more substantial than mud fish, and preferably something that would make her feel so nauseous. As she followed behind Salvo, her eyes were quickly drawn to the large frame of a Goblin Zeppelin, moored off a small wooden Platform in a clearing in the swamp. The Stars and the moon shone brightly on the clearing, and there were several oil lamps hanging from the Zeppelin that illuminated the work the crew was up to.

"Still flying that shambling bucket of bolts, eh Marin?" Salvo said, a hint of concern in his voice. "Hey, it still hasn't fallen out of the air, plus I don't remember you complaining when we saved you with it in Northrend," Marin responded. "The time I got on this airship in Northrend I don't remember being conscious at the time; were I, I might have elected to stay down there with the skeletons," Salvo chuckled before continuing his approach to the airship.

As the passengers began to file into the Airship, Kaylai quickly noted that the vessel would make even the most careless of gnomes go into an engineering rage. She treaded lightly as the wooden floor seemed to creak with each passing step. "Just throw the cats in the cargo hold until we hit the Ghostlands," Marin said, going over what appeared to be a clipboard.

Salvo quickly began to lead Red and Kaylai to the hold at the bottom of the vessel. Inside were a set of metal cages with a small metal bowel in each. There already appeared to be a Barrens Cheetah in one of the cages, sitting quietly observing the new visitors. "Must belong to one of the Goblins," Salvo remarked, fiddling with a set of keys. He opened the door to one of the cages, ushering Kaylai and Red into it.

The cage itself left a great deal to be desired as the two large felines tried to make themselves comfortable in the cramped space. She felt as her body was pressed against the side of the cage facing the caged Cheetah. She noticed that the creature appeared to be wearing a collar like herself and Red. 'Ah, a hunter pet I'm guessing,' her eyes trying to focus on the small tag on the collar to make out a name. She was interrupted however as she felt the sudden shift of the vessel taking off into the night sky. The racket the engines produced alone would have been enough to wake even the heaviest of sleepers. She began to hope that this trip might prove to be a quick one.

As she tried to settle into the cage, she watched as Salvo walked out of the Cargo hold, seemingly to take care of some business on the vessels flight deck. Her quiet musings about the situation were interrupted as she quickly realized that she was at the center of both the remaining feline's attention. The Cheetah in the cage next to her seemed to be inhaling her scent, a sizeable red erection clearly visible to Kaylai. She felt a sudden weight as Red tried to mount her once again, apparently stopped by the limited height of the cage.

'Not now Red,' Kaylai thought, just wanting to make it through the flight with a moment's peace. The Lynx was having none of it though, she felt as he used his front paw against her hips almost pushing her down. Combined with the sudden shifting patterns of the aircraft, Kaylai quickly found herself lying with her back to the cage floor. The rather persistent red beast quickly positioned himself above Kaylai, his eyes wondering up and down the much lighter colored fur along her chest. Kaylai tried to right herself, but a surge or arcane magic kept her in place. She watched with growing irritation as Red quickly found his mark, his barbed member tearing into her swollen passage way once again. Her eyes were drawn to Red's cream colored sheath as it slammed against her again and again, his furry balls slapping against the base of her tail.

Red continued by lowering his large maw to the fur on her chest, his purr almost louder than the ships engine. He front paws stretched out as he began to knead at the fur along her belly, his mouth searching for one of her nipples. As the Lynx raked her walls, his member causing her delicate nerve endings to tingle, Red began to use his rough tongue to lick one of Kaylai's nipples. Kaylai looked over to the Cheetah's cage to see that it was watching with a great deal of interest.

'Damnit, this is not what I was looking to get into tonight Red,' Kaylai's mind screamed, her body refusing to listen to her. She could only feel as her passage way milked at the invader, each thrust causing her insides to stir more and more. The licking of her nipples was like a secret ecstasy to Kaylai, she'd never felt such strange sensations and pleasure. With each pass of Red's tongue over her sensitive and slowly swelling nipple, Kaylai's body bucked more and more pushing her swollen entrance against Red's shaft.

The pleasure of the situation seemed to dull out the pain that was caused with each time Red pulled back against her. She felt like a huge tidal wave was building inside of her, though she was not sure what it could be.

Red continued his assault, never relenting as he entered Kaylai again and again, each thrust bringing her closer and closer to exploding. His mouth suckled at the swollen and sensitive nipple; his claws raked against the fur and skin along her belly. Each time she felt as if an electrical sensation was traveling all the way to her whiskers, her toes beginning to tingle. 'Please Elune, I don't wish to become some breeding bitch, just let this Zeppelin fall from the sky or some other fate, don't let this be the rest of my life,' the druid pleaded, her mind a wash with a mix of pleasure and pain.

As her thoughts moved to the morbid thought of the Zeppelin's demise, she felt as her body began to peak. Her breathing increased, and her panting caused saliva to drip on the cage floor. Her tunnel produced even more fluids, soaking her and Red's fur. She felt as if a massive burst of something strange overtook her, shaking her to the very core. Her entrance squeezed tightly around Red's member, her front paws grabbing around red's torso, pulling him in closer, her claws raking into his skin. Her tail began to spasm, violently wagging across the cage floor.

At the same time, she felt as Red began to empty into her, almost biting into her nipple. Each burst of seed seemed to almost enter her womb completely, making her insides feel warm like she had never felt before. It was like Red was emptying his seed right into her stomach, her passageway slick with a mixture of the two cat's juices. 'Damnit, what was that,' her mind dizzy from what had just occurred.

She laid back, Red still inside her, pouring more and more seed into her, the two of them panting as the ship continued on its merry way.

~ [To Be Continued] ~