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Liam swaggered through the shimmering portal and left the cool autumn breeze of Elwynn Forest for the brooding miasma-fog air of Darkmoon Isle. A carnie shouted for the slow stream of newcomers to hop onto a free ride down to the fairgrounds and the rogue gladly obliged, lithe frame leaping onto one of the mounts before taking the reins and leading it down the beaten path. Fireflies flickered through the mossy tree branches and a lone crow called. The brunette had several friends--the majority being priests or paladins--who found the whole affair too slightly demonic to be comfortable, but Liam thrived in the environment. The human grinned as the familiar gate peeked out of the trees and hopped off of the mount to stroll onto the grounds. Tough leather armor slid across supple tanned skin and at the sight of a familiar Troll he grinned.

"Oi, Olin!" He yelled at the warrior, who turned with a toothy smile.

"Liam, just the man I wanted to see," the warrior slurred in a thick accent. "I have someone I think you'll be wanting to meet." Liam smirked.

"Not entirely sure you'd know who I want to meet."

"Oh, my friend, I assure you talking to him will be most...illuminating." Grabbing Liam's wrist, his hand wrapping around it easily, Olin half-dragged the leather-clad human behind a carnie tent. He could hear the muffled challenges they were crying to test the fairgoer's strength but at the moment Liam was struggling to make out anything in the murk of the gibbous moon. Slowly, a hulking shadow detached itself from the clinging darkness. Liam's eyes widened somewhat as he stared at the behemoth before him.

The Tauren was near nine feet tall, garbed in a simple tunic and beaded loincloth, with a gnarled wooden staff carved with runes strapped to his back. Arm muscles as thick around as Liam's thigh bulged against the beast's body and the tight loincloth drawn up between his legs and tied to the back string left little imagination to what the bovine was packing. Holy shit, this guy is a god.

"Panz, meet Liam. Liam, likewise."

"Greetings, Liam," the Tauren said, voice all baritone.

"Same to you, Panz." Liam replied. Olin tittered, eyes full of--was that mischief?--whatever it was, Liam wasn't entirely sure he liked it.

"I'll leave you two alone, then." The warrior slinked off without another word, Liam's objection dying his throat. Panz sat down on the ground with an earth-shattering thump and picked at a few long stalks of grass so dark the green was nearly black. Without looking up at Liam, he said, "Sit with me, human."

Liam hesitantly sat cross-legged, about a foot from the titanic beast. "In my pack you'll find a few bottles of whiskey," Panz offered, plaiting together the strips of grass, almost sculpting them in intricate knots. "Olin says you'll like it--brewed from the barley of Mulgore and spiced with plants from the same." A small smile appeared on the Tauren's face as the much smaller human reached across the no-man's land between them for the bag.

Panz was true to his word--several unmarked, undecorated bottles filled with a dark amber liquid were to be found in the large pack. Among them, though, were numerous plant sprigs, mushroom caps, and small vials filled with concoctions the swarthy-skinned rogue could only imagine the effects of. Having several herbalist friends, Liam silently appreciated the variety of plants in the pack--the bovine must have traveled far to find some of these. Eyeing a bottle much like a man would when selecting a courtesan for the night, he uncorked it and took a small, quick sip. Liam gasped as he felt a rush of searing fire burn down his gullet, but unlike any whiskey fire that he'd tasted before--instead of burning, it almost fizzed. Little lightning bolts crackled through his gut and he immediately took another quaff.

"Shit, Panz, what's in this?" Liam asked, to which the Tauren only smiled and paused in his grass weaving. On closer inspection the brunette found that what used to be braids and knots was now a small boat, so intricate he could see miniscule portholes and a basket weave sailcloth.

"I already told you, Liam. Just a special mix of herbs and spices...with a few added ingredients of my own. Go on, drink up." Picking another couple blades of grass, the terracotta-furred Tauren went back to his ship.

Liam happily obliged, guzzling down the whiskey. The fizzing intensified until he felt like he was about to burst. His skin tingled in the dark half-light, from his toes to the tips of his ears--which were slowly growing into points. Oblivious, Liam burst open another bottle and started on it too. Panz watched and adjusted his loincloth--which had become ever-so-slightly bigger as what lay beneath swelled.

Without warning, Liam doubled over, limbs suddenly blazing with pins-and-needles. Moaning, he looked through squinting eyes to find his arms slowly growing hairier before the hair turned into a coat of fur as dark as the sky above the pair.

"Whuzzgonon--" Liam slurred as he felt his jaw crack and slowly push forward into a flat muzzle, nose widening and darkening, fur spreading slowly across his face. He was in heaven and hell as the pins-and-needles, borderline pleasurable and painful, spread across his body until they covered every inch of him. His armor slowly began to creak as his chest slowly bulked up beneath it, lean, flat stomach quickly gaining definition to become a solid eight-pack. Arms bulked out to become ridiculously out of proportion with the rest of the changing human's body, and legs began to do the same before a series of cracks filled the air, bones reshaping and repositioning into a digitigrade stance.

Panz, meanwhile, was openly groping at his loincloth now, which steadily began to push against the loincloth until seams began to pop and his monstrous cock flipped out, not even half-hard and already pushing onto a foot in length. It was a mottled pink and black, with a flattened head slowly spurting out jets of pre. "Let it flow through you, Liam," he commanded, closing the distance between the two and bringing the changing human into a sloppy kiss. Liam gasped as he felt his teeth shift and meld, becoming blunter as his mouth changed shape.

Liam was painfully aware of how hard he was getting. He tried to will his sore dick down, thinking of all the girls he'd fucked in inns and taverns, how many bastards he'd fathered, but it was no use; he could half-feel his mind shifting as his body lengthened and bulked up. He'd stood at a modest six feet before, but now he was stretching to seven and showed no signs of stopping, still bulking out with muscle mass. Biceps and triceps began to stretch the toughened leather armor that the rogue had been wearing until it finally fell apart, thick seams unable to take the amount of muscles growing beneath.

Panz had done away with his loincloth for good now, his cock near two-foot long and letting out a steady stream of pre from its tip. Breaking the kiss he had pulled the changing human into, he looked his prey up and down. Coarse black fur had spread across his body, only barely hiding the forms beneath the pelt. His thick, corded neck led up to a near-Tauren face, almost fully shifted. Confusion had filled the eyes Panz looked into, but also a very clear lust.

Stepping closer until they were muzzle to muzzle, Liam having stopped growing a few inches under nine foot, Panz said, "Are you ready?" Some subconscious part of Liam, brought out of hiding from the alcohol, recognized what was about to happen would be his place in the world. Nodding, he turned around and presented his ass to the other Tauren, tail swinging side-to-side that turned Panz on even more.

Not giving another warning, the shadow priest aligned his shaft with Liam's hole and started forcing his way in, grunting and huffing as he worked his way in. Liam let out a low moan as he felt the monster push into his innards, and he couldn't deny that he loved every second of it. All thoughts of women faded away, replaced by men, humans and Tauren and elves and Worgen fucking him into the ground. His new fourteen inch shaft, black as his fur and spilling pre onto the ground into an ever-growing puddle pumped out the sticky substance. Panz wrapped an arm around his mate's body and started pumping it slowly in time with his thrusts, having fully hilted and starting to hunch over and push in and out, pleasurably, agonizingly slow. Liam's mind was a foggy haze of slutty pleasure. With each slam into his innards, some nub was hit and he let out a fresh gasp as shockwaves ran through his body. Sweat dripped off of his muscles as they clenched and tightened.

Panz, meanwhile, was having trouble not giving into his instincts and mating the new Tauren into the ground. He had been in rut for several days and the Troll had offered a form of relief, which he gladly took. Gazing down at the hulking beast below him as he slammed into the former human's tailhole, feeling it pulse and clench and massage his throbbing shaft, he felt a profound sense of pride at what he had created.

After what seemed like hours of lovemaking, the two Tauren a mess of sweat and biting and jerking, Panz panted into Liam's ear, "How bad do you want me to fuck you from here to Kalimdor?" With a perverted grin, Liam brought the other bovine into a quick kiss before replying, "Darnassus and back." With a roar of pleasure, Panz started jackhammering into Liam's ass, hips almost blurring as he rammed into the bottom's prostate again and again. Before Liam realized it, he was jetting cum all over the ground, his chest, Panz' hand, grunting and moaning as he felt his seed race up his rod. His orgasm was Panz' final straw as well, feeling the clenching and rippling of the tunnel he was thrusting into finally pulling him over the edge. With a feral snarl, he continued to slam into the other as cum jetted from his titanic shaft into the other beast. Minutes passed before the two collapsed into a tangle of arms and legs, Panz' cock still pulsing in Liam's tailhole.

After a time, Liam looked up at the bovine above him. "So tell me," he murmured, "do you treat every guy you meet like this?" Panz shook his head, the beads in his braided mane chinking softly. "Not before, and never after...my mate."