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Again and a third time, Lyrasha returned from her trips with bad news. This druid or that druid always had one of two things to say. Either they didn't know if there was a way to free a shifted, pregnant druid, or they were _certain_it couldn't be done.

I had to swallow my pride on the long days while the Night Elf was travelling, and allow the Draenei stable-master to break me in. With my cooperation, it went a lot smoother, and the blue goat woman was positively beaming at my progress. She said she'd never trained a Talbuk so easily.

That's because I'm not really a Talbuk!

There was only one more day before the mission, and I could hear the buzz around the camp: Adran, son of General Moonseeker, was nowhere to be found. My spot would go to Lyrasha, of course, who was trying to help me despite the chance that she'd lose her place on the way to Northrend.

At least, she said she was actually asking every Archdruid she could find. Could I really trust her? But no, if she really wanted to, she could have left me in the wild, or with Luftasia, and no one would know who the blue Talbuk really was. And if I _did_manage to convince someone I was more than I seemed, word would get out and my reputation would be ruined! I'd rather be pregnant for eight months than a laughingstock for ten thousand years.

Telaar was abuzz about more than just my sudden disappearance. People from everywhere were arriving to prepare for the expedition, and the chosen members from around the worlds were starting to arrive. So when Lyrasha stabled me with promises that she'd seek more druids on the last day, every room was full. I heard Luftasia turning some people away.

"There's no room in the stable - you should try the inn."

I had been moved to a smaller stall to make room for a hunter's devilsaur, so I was placed between the hunter's frostsaber, and the only empty stall in the whole place - with a reserved_sign. Inside, there was a wooden cage attached to my adjoining wall, filling up a fourth of the room. I stepped forward to the outside wall, the shoddily-constructed stable sporting several knots and gaps in the wood. As I had the last two days, I put my snout up against the hole and _sniffed.

Why am I doing this?

It was a special kind of torture. For the last two days, Luftasia and that Night Elf hunter snuck off to the stables to fuck, within sight, sound, and smell of me. Apparently the kinky Draenei had been down with trying out her lovers' frostsaber. Not exactly my thing, but I could hardly get the scent and sight of the three out of my mind. I was still in heat, of course, though I was already pregnant, and when I was still a Night Elf, I'd done pretty well at getting laid every night. Abstinence was hard enough without a bestial three-way going on one room over.

As if that weren't enough, I kept putting my nose to the wall and smelling Man'ari. The jetblack Talbuk had had me writhing in pain, but a large part of me wanted more. If I weren't locked up, I wondered if I would actually seek the giant creature down, even_knowing_ how much it would hurt. Even knowing he'd stuff me with a third_foal. I could feel the wetness between my back legs. _Elune damn it, Adran! I thought to myself.

Perhaps there were too many people around, but Luftasia and her fuck-toy didn't show up tonight. That, at least, was a relief. I soon found out why - the Draenei was waiting for the last arrival.

I watched them come in, taking a momentary reprieve from Man'ari's scent. The blue-skinned stable-master led a human inside, toting around two strange creatures. They were...foxes, I think? We didn't have any in Kalimdor as far as I knew, but they were a little more common in the human lands. Still, I'd never seen a hunter toting the small beasts.

Though, of course, they were larger on account of their training and magical connection to the tall, black-haired man. There were two, a red and a white, each as tall as his knees and almost as long as a nightsaber. Still, they didn't look like much for fighting, and I had to wonder why -

"What is General Moonseeker planning to do with these, Mr...?" Luftasia asked my question.

"Castinor. Not 'these' so much as her," the man said, pointing to the snowy vixen. "The snow is thick in parts of Northrend, and the General needs good spies. The Lich King's undead won't look twice at an arctic fox."

Luftasia nodded, "A perfect spy. What about the red?"

Castinor chuckled, "He's mine, and when I told him I was leaving him behind, he _chuffed_quite a little tantrum until I agreed to let him come. Though I wonder if the main reason he wanted to come is that Snowball's in heat."

The stable-master nodded, "Hence the cage."

He nodded, "Can't have Rethix getting at her right before the mission, as frustrating as that'll be for the ol' boy."

I knew how that felt. There was a time when I'd have sympathized with Rethix, but I found myself feeling worse for Snowball, trapped in a cage with no one to take the edge off her heat. I stamped my foot, once against picturing Man'ari bursting through the wall of the stables and giving me what my clenching teardrop wanted so badly.

After putting the white vixen into her cage and the frustrated tod just outside, Castinor asked the buxom broad, "Is it okay if I hop in at odd hours of the night? I'm keeping Snowball on a strict diet..."

I don't think I was pretending when I saw Luftasia's eyes glance over to the stall to my right, the frostsaber. The draenei sighed, and said, "Of course, Mr. Castinor."

I sighed, but in relief. I certainly didn't need _another_sleepless, frustrating night of sex one stable over. Maybe I'd actually get some sleep!

* * * * *

And sleep I did, at least for a few hours. The light that normally filtered through the makeshift wall was missing, so it must have been after midnight in Nagrand when my ear twitched and I woke up. I felt pretty tired, so I knew not much time had passed. Irritated, I followed my twitching ear back to my left, to see Mr. Castinor.

He must have come to give Snowball her food. He didn't have to be so noisy about it. I guess he didn't care if he woke up some dumb animals. I glared at him, but he didn't even spare the blue-furred Talbuk 'mount' a single glance. I tried to go back to sleep, but he was talking.

"Hey, boy," he said to the whimpering red fox. "Sorry, I know you want her, but we're going on an important mission. Can't have her getting fat with kits right now."

The fox was clawing at the wooden cage, and Snowball was clawing back, but they weren't strong enough to break it, or smart enough to undo the latch. Rethix looked up at Castinor and whined, ears flat.

"Come on, don't look at me like that," the human said, kneeling next to his pet.

The fox disobeyed, continuing to _huff_pathetically for his master, until finally, the man said, "Fine, Rethix. I can't let you in with her, but I _can_help take care of you."

I blinked, wondering if I'd heard right. Sleep had almost returned, but I found myself tucking my head over the railing between our stalls, my left eye on Castinor. Oh, God, not again.

My fears were totally justified. I watched as the man rolled his red fox onto his back, revealing Rethix's half-primed erection. Pale, white fingers reached down to cuddle the fox's bright, red cock. Rethix groaned, both males oblivious to Snowball's frustrated whimpers, or my own.

Is_everyone _fucking animals around here? I wondered, my undertail getting wet again. How I wished that _I_were that red fox getting a hand-job, instead of being stuck in some broodmare's body.

"Good boy," Castinor said, using his other hand to cup the canine's balls as he stroked up and down his glistening shaft. "You can't have her yet, but next heat, okay? You'll give the Alliance an ample supply of fast, sneaky little kits for hunters to train. But not yet."

Rethix didn't seem to care one way or another anymore, just bucking his hips and grunting beneath his master's administrations. This sure didn't look like the first time for either of them. "Come on, Rethix, don't hold back!" the man panted.

Almost as quickly as it started, the tod shuddered and groaned, rope after rope of stick cum splattering his white-furred belly. Castinor let the satisfied canine clean himself up before he leaned forward, petting his fox on the head and saying, "Sleep, sleep."

I noticed immediately that the word was more than suggestion. It was druidic magic. Most hunter/pet connections were strong enough to heal their pet, and some had even learned a few other spells, though they only worked through the magical bond of hunter to pet. Castinor put Rethix fast asleep, whispering, "It's the least I can do."

_If you're being so generous, what about Snowball...and me?_I was positively dripping by now, unable to stop from imagining some beautiful lady's hand on my own cock. Not that I really _wanted_some human man to help me out, but at the moment I was feeling pretty desperate.

"Considering," the man added, getting up. I noticed immediately that his leather pants were tented, and he undid the ties, revealing himself. He seemed oblivious to my head tucked over the corner of the stall, watching him as he went for the latch to Snowball's cage. My throat was dry and I took a painful gulp, realizing exactly what this man was planning to do.

In seconds, the door to the cage was open, and Snowball was out, leaping over to the unconscious red fox and sniffing and licking him. Castinor just chuckled and said, "He can't help you - but I can."