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The Stacked Coffer, vessel and home of the Bouldershot Buccaneers. Roughly nine years had passed since the ragtag crew of enormously-muscular men had come together, and while they may have gotten the odd new arrival since then, they were still close, and still as eager to plunder ruins for riches as they ever were. The years certainly did have a rather noticeable change on the men though, those who were there seven years ago when the Medallion of Eterna had been disturbed, and cursed those near it with the largest breasts to ever grace the land, had found their assets still growing, and with so much time having passed, it was no surprise that each of the bustymen was now carrying an even more mountainous pair on each of their chests. Thankfully they still had yet to reach a size where they proved to be too much of a hindrance, but the years certainly had been kind to them.

Perhaps the kindest they had been to was Zohaar, already the most impressive in that area all those years ago, he'd gained considerably since then, his bust growing at least three full cup sizes a year.

The draenei-in-question, still a righteous knight of Stormwind, was on one of his semi-frequent visits, loitering around in the sleeping quarters hallway for the time being. He remembered how he always used to be confined to the guest room, under the 'supervision' of one or two of the crewmen whenever he came aboard, but Baelek had since allowed him to walk the ship as he pleased. Dressed in his old navy-blue tunic and pants, he was leant back against a wall, deep in remembrance of the various adventures and misadventures he'd found himself in during many of his travels with the Bouldershots.

He couldn't dwell for much longer though, as a nearby door soon swung opened, a massive troll and orc squeezing themselves out of the doorway, both looking rather out of breath, and quickly noticing the pensive vindicator. Zohaar glanced over to them, his brow furrowing as the pair neared him, the paladin was quick to look around for an escape route.

"'Ey, if eet ain't Zohaa', wha' brings ya down 'ere, hmmmm?" Rin'ji smirked as he and the hulking greenskin positioned themselves tactically at the draenei's sides, making fleeing all-but-impossible.

"W-Well I was just... well, thinking, about my time on this ship," he tried to feign a polite smile but his fearful expression betrayed him, not that Takrin nor the priest seemed phased by it, both just moving in closer and closer.

"Gyahaha, three of us 'ave had some pretty fun times, ain't we?" Takrin licked his lips, moving a large hand down to the knight's sizeable posterior and giving a playful grope. It was now or never, if Zohaar was going to get away it would need to be now. He took a deep breath, summoned every ounce of courage he had, and charged at the door opposite them, grabbing the handle and wrenching it open.

"I just remembered I've... got... Vindicator things to do!" he feebly lied and lunged into the cabin, shutting the door behind himself and resting back against it, panting rapidly to get his breath back. He couldn't believe he'd come up with an excuse so... appalling, but he figured it didn't matter all too much, so long as he'd escaped.

It only then dawned on him that he'd just burst into someone's cabin uninvited, the draenei glancing around, and sure enough, immediately finding the room's owner sitting on the large double-bed against the back wall. It was Zixxle, the resident goblin of the crew, who was now peering up at the newcomer, a brow quirked in confusion.

"Ah, m-my apologies , I didn't mean to barge in unannounced, I'll... just be leaving now," he turned back towards the door, blushing deeply with embarrassment and hesitantly reaching for the handle, knowing all-too-well who was likely waiting for him on the other side.

"'s alright, can hide in 'ere if you want... if that's what you were doin', knowin' the guys on this ship it'd be my first guess though," the goblin chuckled softly, offering a warm smile over to Zohaar. The draenei blinked, slowly turning back toward Zixxle and nodding quickly.

"Y-Yes, that's... exactly what I'm doing, isn't it?," he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, peering about for a chair to sit on. The shaman noticed this and shuffled over a bit. patting the bed beside him.

"Can sit on the bed if you want, should be enough room," he offered, grabbing the book that he'd just been reading and flicking back to the page he was on.

The vindicator bowed his head politely in thanks, walking over and gently trying to sit himself down on the bed in a way that would hopefully not outright demolish it, he'd had such problems with a lot of furniture in the past and so wasn't one to take the chance. "You have my thanks, some of the men on this ship are... a bit more friendly than I would like," he turned away, still blushing in embarrassment.

"Yeah, it's a never-endin' challenge avoidin' 'em so you don' end up with a pair of jugs in yer face," Zixxle blushed a little himself, burying his face deeper in his book.

The draenei chuckled a little, a genuine smile crossing his lips as he felt slightly more at ease, "It certainly can be, I suppose it must be even worse for someone who's surrounded by them every day," he turned to the goblin who nodded in response, Zohaar only now noticing the book the smaller man was holding. It looked rather old and worn, and the cover had several runes emblazoned across it's surface.

"What are you reading? If you don't mind me asking that is," the paladin didn't want to come across as too nosey or anything.

"Just some old tome I got from Horgann, I figured since I'm the crew's medic an' everythin' now, I should probably study up on all the different ways I can use water magic to heal. I used to do a bit o' healin' back before I joined but only scrapes an' cuts, nothin' major. Ugh, there's a heck of a lot more to it than I thought there'd be," he turned a page, sighing softly as that only meant another spell to memorise.

"Oh, you're the healer now? I'd thought Rin'ji was the one in charge of that," Zohaar questioned.

"Oh 'e was, up until a couple o' weeks ago actually, when the cap'n noticed me doin' my cleanin' magics and figured I'd make a decent healer," the goblin explained, before quickly realising how odd that leap in logic sounded, "I mean cause a shaman's water magic is usually used for healin' anyhow instead o' just washin' floors," he nodded firmly, "Rin'ji was always better at usin' 'is light magic to fight with anyway, plus he's still the ship's cook an' alchemist too."

The knight nodded, following along with keen interest, "I see, well, it's certainly a step up from a simple swabee, congratulations," he beamed down at Zixxle, "May I ask, have you always been a shaman since you were young?".

The goblin finally looked up from his book, smiling to the enormous hunk as he responded, "Naa, didn't pick it up 'till shortly after the cataclysm. Back on Kezan I... heh, mainly worked as a model actually," his face reddened a little.

The paladin raised a brow, "Truly? I'd never have guessed... n-not that I don't think you're attractive of course, what I meant was that I... ehm...," Zohaar grimaced at himself, not believing he'd just been so rude, even if it was unintentionally. Indeed, in truth the draenei thought the shaman remarkably-good-looking actually, with smooth, boyish features that was very unusual for a goblin. He just blushed even deeper as he realised he was now admiring the much smaller man's face instead of trying to explain himself, but Zixxle simply shook his head, his smile never faltering.

"I got what you meant, it ain't really a common occupation, 'specially for someone who up until recently just mopped for a livin'. Was pretty surprised myself when the guy approached me an' said I 'ad what it took to make it in the biz though," he shrugged, "Thought it'd be a fun way to make money, an' it was, plus I got pretty damn popular too, was in magazines and was always gettin' asked for my autograph," he stared off fondly as he reminisced, though quickly looked back to Zohaar and cleared his throat.

"Eheh... sorry, didn't mean to come off as big-'eaded or anythin'," he rubbed the neck in embarrassment.

"Oh not at all, there's nothing wrong with being proud of your accomplishments, and it certainly sounds like you were extremely successful," the draenei nodded reassuringly, the goblin returning it before carrying on.

"Well, maybe a bit too much, soon my boss was tryin' to push me into doin' more uhh... 'mature' stuff; got a couple o' calendars done which were pretty fun, but then 'e wanted me to start appearin' in... eeh...," Zixxle fumbled over his words for a moment before the paladin reddened, knowing what the shaman was likely referring to.

"Oh... and you weren't comfortable doing that sort of... 'work'?" the stud asked, Zixxle shaking his head firmly.

"I ain't a prude or nothin', but it just felt way too seedy fer me, plus I eh... had never really... y'know... done 'it' before, an' I wanted to be with someone... y'know, special, for my first time," by now the healer was staring intently at a part of the nearby wall, too nervous to look Zohaar in the eye. The draenei though more surprised than anything, shocked even, that anyone working aboard The Stacked Coffer would have just a noble mindset, he found it a refreshing change from what he'd seen with most of the other men, and it did a lot to endear him to the former-swabee.

The giant reached down and rested a hand on the goblin's shoulder, well, more like a finger, and smiled proudly down to him, "That's truly admirable, something I never thought I'd hear myself say about a Bouldershot I must admit," he chuckled softly, Zixxle looking back up to Zohaar and soon laughing back.

"Hahah, yeah, I think any o' the other guys aboard this ship would o' snapped up the chance without even needin' any pay," he smirked a little, enjoying the opportunity to make a jab at his sex-obsessed crewmates.

"Eh, but enough about me me me, what about you? Don' think I know next-to-anythin' about ya, what do you do when you ain't taggin' along with us?" the shaman shuffled around now to face Zohaar, getting comfortable.

The draenei was taken a little off-guard, no one had ever really asked him about himself before, even Baelek during their meetings. He just stared down at the small goblin who beamed back up at him, his large ears twitching as he awaited the knight's story. Very flattered by Zixxle's honest interest in his life, Zohaar quickly began explaining.

"Well, I currently work as a member of the paladin order of Stormwind, based primarily in the Cathedral of Light. I joined up not long after the uhh... crash in Azuremyst, a may to mend relations between my people and the humans really, but also a chance to learn how others in the Alliance revere the Light. I was pleasantly surprised to find them not too different from us in that respect, and so decided to stay and become a fully-fledged member," the draenei really seemed to be getting into it, revelling in being able to tell these things to an eager listener.

"Well yer like 'Mister Perfect Paladin' so I'm sure they loved ya there," Zixxle nodded, Zohaar blushing lightly once again from the compliment.

"Oh far from it, I mean I try my best at living true to the Light, but I'm hardly the best of our order."

"Pfft, you're like all them rules they stick by rolled into one, massive package," the goblin darkened as he realised his choice of words, and quickly went on, "Eheh, but what do you actually do fer the order? I mean I doubt you bein' 'ere so often is their idea."

Zohaar shook his head, "Not at all, my main task is to ensure the safety of those who dwell in human lands. I usually patrol the capital most of my days, but I do occasionally teach the younger members of my order in the ways of the Light. I do sometimes, though, get sent further afield on assignments to route out criminals and evil-doers from anywhere in the kingdom. That was actually how I met the Bouldershots originally," he idly ran a huge hand through his hair as he went on, "I was tasked with investigating a large pirate vessel docked in northern Westfall. With it being so close to the city they didn't wish to just let it be as they sometimes do, but with the war in Outland having not long finished, many of our men still had yet to return, and so I was forced to go alone."

"Yeesh, all by yerself onto a massive pirate ship? Ya must be pretty brave," the goblin commented, the knight smiling bashfully as he continued.

"W-Well I -was- rather apprehensive, upon coming aboard I was faced with Takrin and Rin'ji, who quickly took me to Captain Mooncrest. Thankfully I found him to be a level-headed man, and we began trying to come to some sort of arrangement in regards to finding him a new location to dock his ship. As we were speaking though, he must have subtly ordered his men to set sail, as when our meeting was finished I found that we were in the middle of the ocean," the draenei chuckled softly as he saw Zixxle's expression, one of disbelief and shock.

"Wow, I knew the guys could be reckless but kidnappin' a paladin?" despite the look on his face though, it was clear he wasn't -that- surprised.

"Indeed, I wasn't sure really what to do, I had no way of contacting the rest of my order, and I was unlikely to be successful in trying to take control of the ship to sail it back to Stormwind, so I reluctantly decided to make the most of my situation, to travel with them until we reached the next port, and if some of my personality rubbed off on the men, all the better," he nodded firmly, though the shaman rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"Yeah, like -that- was gonna happen."

Zohaar couldn't help but let out a much louder guffaw at this, surprising himself as he was never one to laugh much at all, but he really couldn't help himself around the goblin.

"Hahah! Well, yes, I suppose I was rather naïve thinking that. Regardless, it was roughly another month or so before we reached mainland again, thankfully docking once more in Westfall, so the journey home was brief," he glanced downward in some embarrassment though, "...unfortunately, during my travels with the Bouldershots, I acquired... these," he gestured down to his utterly-mountainous rack, Zixxle's eyes moving too it and his fierce blush returning instantly as he did so. The knight's breasts were things of legend, so tremendously-massive that each globe would easily dwarf... well, a dwarf, heck, even a human curled up would be lucky to match the size of those white-azure hills. What certainly didn't help was that the paladin's tunic was ridiculously-small for him, Zohaar's fondness of the clothing meaning he was hesitant to replace it, and thus continued to wear it, despite it only -barely- making it over his huge nipples, and even then those mammoth pads of flesh bulged out obscenely through the thin cloth. Though what was drawing the goblin's eyes most was that cavernous cleavage, a bottomless crevasse that divided the draenei's godly peaks, likely enough for an entire gang of goblins to get lost between, and their search party to boot!

Eventually though the healer would catch himself gawking and shake himself out of his trance, peering back up at the giant's face and smiling warmly, though struggling a bit to get his words out. "Y-You uhh... don't need to w-well I... what I meant to say was that they're... ehm... you look good," he finally managed, trying to look as reassuring as he could.

Zohaar was rather taken aback by the compliment, timid as he often was whenever he received a compliment, but this felt slightly different. His heart was pumping rapidly, his legs felt rather weak, which made him glad he was sitting down, and he couldn't help but find himself glancing over the goblin's face again, admiring his smooth but slightly-rugged handsomeness. It was soon time for him to shake himself out of his own stupor, not quite sure what had just come over him, but he awkwardly nodded before glancing down again.

"Th-thank you, though I really can't say I agree," his expression became deadly-serious. "Ever since I got them I've... always felt... different, like...," he sighed deeply, pausing for a moment, before finally finishing, "... like a freak. That's... really the main reason I continue to travel with the Bouldershots, when I'm around them I feel... well, normal," as he admitted to these long-kept feelings, his eyes began to well up.

Zixxle was immediate in his response, hopping to his feet and shaking his head firmly, "No, no ,no! You got it all wrong! Those things don' make you look like a freak at all! Infact I uhh... think they make you look even more attractive... really," he sheepishly revealed, quickly turning his head back to the wall and busying himself with fiddling with his ear, worried he may have said too much.

Well, to say Zohaar was speechless was an understatement. He just stared down at the goblin as he tried to process all the feelings flooding through his system. The most prevalent though were those from just before, a strong warmth in his chest as his heart hammered, though now a much more powerful sensation of arousal was coursing through his body, his giant nipples swelling quickly in size to fill out his already-strained shirt even more, and the simply-humongous bulge that jutted out immensely from between his tree-trunk legs was twitching to life, steadily expanding in length and girth, putting even more pressure on his already-undersized pants. The knight tried to obscure his mammoth privates either with his hands, or by shifting into more awkward positions, but by the look of pure astonishment on the goblin's face as he peered between the paladin's legs, he wasn't too successful. Mightily embarrassed, but still rather overcome with the emotions bubbling inside him, the draenei soon spoke.

"Zixxle... do you... do you truly find me handsome?" he asked the shaman, who was actually panting now, his cheeks flushed as he tried desperately to look Zohaar in the eye, as well as attempting to hide his own painfully-hard manhood.

"I... I do, I really do Zohaar, yer like... easily the most attractive guy on this ship by a mile, an' I don't jus' mean that body o' yers, I mean -that's- like... like amazin', but I also mean you as a person, yer heart 'n stuff; yer a good guy, a real good guy, an' anyone would be like -super- lucky to 'ave ya in their life," the goblin seemed much less nervous now, despite what the dark blush on his face would point at; his voice remained calm, he kept eye-contact during his entire 'speech', and a warm smile remained on his lips.

Well, if Zohaar thought his feelings were strong before, he'd now find himself overcome with the desire to grab the shaman and hold him tightly against himself, though he did manage to hold himself back, barely. What he didn't realise he -was- doing though was pressing his absolutely-colossal chest against the goblin, rubbing those smooth, firm slopes against most of, well, -all- of Zixxle's body, too busy trying to find something to say, -anything- to say in response, to even notice he was doing it.

Zixxle though was all-too-aware of what the knight was unintentionally doing, as those enormous melons that towered over him grinded against him, and with the hunk's shirt doing little to cover more than the absolute-minimum, there was plenty of bare pale-blue breastflesh smothering him. Even though the healer tried his best to resist, he too was unaware that his body seemed to have a mind of it's own, his large hands reaching up to slowly stroke over those exposed plains of flesh, running his thick fingers across their warm, smooth surfaces before cupping large handfuls of their soft mass and squeezing gently, teasing moans from both men's lips in the process, Zohaar in particular letting out a long, loud groan.

Pretty soon the hulking draenei was laying on top of the much smaller man, the goblin pinned beneath the upper part of the knight's considerable bust, only his head emerging from under those rolling hills. Rather than quickly clamber off though, the knight just seemed to move his face in closer to Zixxle's, the shaman too craning his neck out as much as he could to close the distance between them, his body shivering in bliss as he felt those great weights enveloping his entire body under their immense magnitude. Pretty soon they were right up against each other, and both men would be unable to hold themselves back in the slightest, instantly pressing their lips together, groaning out softly as they kissed. They didn't just stop there though, they almost immediately deepened the kiss, pressing their faces tightly against each other, soon both men opening their mouth so their tongues could meet, lashing against each other eagerly as they made out. Zixxle wriggled around a little and managed to prise his arms out from under the draenei's jumbo-sized jugs, using his hands to stroke tenderly across the sides of the stud's face, Zohaar doing much the same to the goblin, though being much, -much- larger, he had to settle on caressing the sides of Zixxle's face with his thick fingertips.

In that one moment, both men's apprehension just seemed to melt away, any worry they had about whether it was right, whether the other felt the same way, and simply their own inadequacies about intimacy were a long lost dream, the pair losing themselves in that kiss, lovingly caressing the other, feeling the other pressed tightly against themself, they wished it could have lasted forever...