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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.”

She seemed to understand, turning to face the half-naked human. He kicked off his pants entirely, and judging by his rather throbbing cock, this time he wasn’t helping his pet out of the goodness of his own heart.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” the man said. He wasn’t lithe like a Night Elf - humans were big, and bulky, like...the gorillas in stranglethorn. The vixen glanced up at the huge man with wide eyes. I had to wonder if this was Snowball’s first heat.

She didn’t shy away when Castinor removed his tight shirt and kneeled in front of her. Snowball shivered as his massive hands reached around her shoulders, and suddenly, she was blinking on her back. Hands each as big as her head began to caress her body, gently massaging her on the way down.

Snowball chirped and spread her legs, her fluffy white tail curling off to the side. My mouth was watering almost as much as Castinor’s, as he glanced down at the vixen’s puffy, black mound. With a hind leg in each giant hand, the human kneeled down in the hay, face-to-face with her quivering pussy.

I had to wonder how hard up I must be to be watching this so closely. At least the previous nights, the show had involved a big-breasted, blue babe getting it a dozen times from a horny frostsaber. I wasn’t attracted to Castinor (of course!) and Snowball was just an innocent little pet, but still I found myself dripping, my two days of abstinence really getting to me.

He buried his face in Snowball. She arched her head back and churred as the man’s mouth formed a wet seal with her spade, allowing his tongue to burrow deep. I wonder if she even realized that she’d fallen backwards onto Rethix, using the poor boy as a warm, red pillow. Castinor didn’t seem to care, moaning as he gulped at Snowball’s heat-swollen cunt.

From my angle, I saw as he pulled his head away a big drop of saliva stretching from the soft point of her pussy all the way to his lips. Shivering, Castinor said, “God, you’re so beautiful.”

Her triangular mound quivered and bounced, but when Castinor started to climb on top of the small vixen, she squirmed and tried to turn away. “Stay,” he commanded, reinforcing the order with a heavy hand on her chest. Soon, the sweaty, hairy human was resting on his elbows, the trembling fox beneath him. Her white face was framed neatly by her more natural mate’s red fur, but Castinor didn’t seem to care.

I had to admit, I was a little annoyed at how much the huge brute obscured the whimpering vixen. I could catch a glimpse of her white tail poking out beneath his legs, but I got a better look at his big, greasy cock dangling beneath his muscular buttocks. How would he ever fit that thing inside her? I watched between his legs as he lined himself up with her sopping spade - it didn’t look possible.

“It’s okay, Snowball,” he said to the shivering vixen. “If your Mom could take me, you can.”

She seemed to understand, closing her eyes and relaxing her little body. At least until the big man pushed forward. Her eyes flew open and she yipped, her wet spade squelching open. “Relax,” the man ordered, before groaning, “So tight!”

He worked his way into the little bitch nice and slowly, while she yelped and huffed, legs spread wide by the man’s hairy abdomen. Castinor reached up with a hand on either side of her head, resting his own in the crook of her neck. He looked like he could crush her without a second thought, though he simply petted her, digging deeper with short, firm thrusts.

For a second, I caught a glimpse between his naked legs; his fat cock was halfway in, her black mound spread into a lewd ‘o’ around him. When she whined, he lined up nose to nose with her and said, “Kiss me.”

Her whimpers were cut off as she reached up and shoved her tongue into his mouth. Castinor tilted his head to the side, letting her press her needy muzzle deep into his mouth, slurping so hard I wondered if she was licking the back of his throat. He grunted and moaned as they kissed, still pumping deeper and deeper every few seconds, until finally, I saw it, her black pussy lips pressed neatly up against his ugly balls.

Breaking the kiss, he said, “Good girl.”

She just whined, and suddenly he was humping her, slow and steady at first, but building up speed. Snowball was rocked up and down against Rethix, panting loudly for air. She huffed and puffed, bucking her hips against her oversized male. I was drooling now, my own chest heaving as I imagined myself in her tight pussy. Did she think he was knocking her up, or did she realize that only Rethix could do that for her? Either way, she gasped and moaned, waiting for Castinor’s inevitable payload.

Thanks to her shuddering, clenching cunt, she didn’t have to wait long. “Oh, God, Snowball!” he gasped, and suddenly he was shuddering all over, sweat flying off his back as his hairy balls convulsed, filling up his needy bitch. She churred loudly as her body dissolved into eager humps, taking everything the man had to offer. For a few noisy moments, there was just the grunting and groaning of the mismatched couple, both obviously lost in the bliss of orgasm.

I stamped my foot, knowing that I’d worked myself up for nothing but another frustrating night.

How I wanted to be a Night Elf again, find the first woman I could and boink her brains out. How I wanted to break down the wall and let Man’ari pump another foal into me. For a second, I wished that it were me that Castinor were plugging.

After three minutes of tender hugging, it all ended so quickly. Castinor pulled out of his quivering bitch, and in seconds, she’d rolled onto her feet and was gulping and guzzling at the man’s dripping cock. He seemed as surprised as me at the way the little slut slurped up his cum. Then, she curled up for a second course, the ample load leaking from her gaping pussy. “Good girl,” the man praised.

She was still curled up against Rethix, so the man quipped, “He’ll smell so much like you, he might think he got lucky while he was asleep!” Soon enough, Snowball was back in her cage, the man was (thankfully) dressed, and I was alone, with nothing to show for it except a passing nod from Castinor as he headed out.

A nod? Had he noticed me watching? I realized then that as he walked by, all he would see is a Talbuk mare, her legs spread and facing him, positively dripping. It wouldn’t take a particularly adept hunter to realize I was in heat.

I hope he doesn’t get the wrong message.

* * * * *

The next day I graduated from mount school. Luftasia patted me on the back and told me I was a good girl, and said she was so impressed by how much I’d improved.

I wanted to stomp on her foot.

Still, Lyrasha would be able to take me out of the stables without raising suspicions now. She just had to find a druid who had a plan to get the two foals out of me without killing me. Most Archdruids believed that my body would use every ounce of energy keeping my offspring alive, no matter what I felt about them invading me.

But when Lyrasha returned that evening, I knew that there was no hope. She came in unwilling to meet my gaze. “So, Ad -” she started, before looking around the stables to see if anyone else was home. To be safe, she said, “Addie. I spoke to two more Archdruids, one of whom experimented with a pregnant, trapped druid. They both said there was no way out.”

I didn’t want to believe it. I wanted to believe that Lyrasha was lying to me, that she’d never spoken to anyone and was playing me for a fool to get my spot on the mission, but I knew better. Everything about her body language spoke true, and even her scent. I was getting better at recognizing emotions in people and animals by scent. And she had no reason to keep up the ruse - she could easily have left me anywhere without any consequences.

I stamped my foot and looked down.

“I know you don’t want to hear this,” Lyrasha continued, “But I’ve been thinking about what to do with you. You’ve got three months before you start to really show, maybe a bit earlier since you’ve got twins, then another 4 or 5 before you give birth. I could get you set up at a Talbuk ranch - you would be bored, but safe, and no one would ever know…”

I shook my head. Three days in this stables was torture enough! I couldn’t beat myself off, I couldn’t find a suitable mate, and I was forced to watch as others had the fun I wished I could have. A Talbuk farm would be literal hell, and with Lyrasha gone, no one would even know.

Lyrasha said, “It’s better than the wild, Addie. I don’t know if I could stop a hunter, or what if you ended up at a Horde farm? They might eat you, or breed you again, or worse.”

“Unless you want me to let another person in on this…” she began, but I immediately cut her off with a vigorous shake of my head.

“Well, dammit, Adran, what am I supposed to do? I’m telling you now, no matter how guilty I feel,” she said, while I mentally corrected her words to “how guilty I am”, she continue, “I am not going to back out of this mission to babysit you for eight months. The Alliance needs me in Northrend!”

She was right. The only option was to put me on a farm, with or without Lyrasha nearby to protect me. If she wouldn’t stick around, I was going to be forced into that personal hell. My tail drooped.

“It’s not like I can take you with me,” she said, but then she stopped. Her eyes popped open, and she looked at me.

Oh no, no, no, I thought.

“Unless...Addie, I need a mount. I promised I’d do anything it took to get you on this mission, and the answer has been staring me in the face. Luftasia told me you passed your training with flying colors, so no one would think twice about me bringing you along instead of my Nightsaber.”

My lower jaw quivered. She wanted to literally own me, parade me around the others, ride me alongside my own father. She’d issue and receive reports from Archdruid Moonseeker, meeting his gaze while knowing full well that she had her legs wrapped around his trapped, pregnant son - daughter, rather.

I huffed.

“Hear me out!” she said, hands up.

I didn’t need to listen to her explanation. As much as I hated to admit it, she was right. I was actually safer on the mission with her. She, at least, knew who I really was. She could listen to and accommodate my needs, and treat me better than broodmare. The mission shouldn’t take more than 4 months, so the pregnancy wouldn’t get in the way (much). And, honestly, I’d rather be out fighting that sitting around watching Talbuks fuck.

Finally, I nodded, emphasizing my frustration with a heavy kick to the wall. Only seconds later did I realize I’d rattled Snowball’s cage. Glancing over, I saw that it was still intact, and the latch still latched, though the little vixen’s fur was all puffed up. Oh well, at least she was getting some.

Lyrasha said, “This will work, Adran. I know it’s not what you wanted, but I’m trying my best, okay? I’m doing more for you than you ever did for all the women you abused.”

Abused? Sure I knocked a few Night Elves up when they weren’t expecting it, but could they really complain? They’d opened their legs while on the rag, with the promise that I’d pull out. And was it so bad to raise a kid with such a talented father? I was doing them a favor. But most of them I just gave a good time after buying them a few drinks. They said yes, if a little slurred.

Nothing compared to what Lyrasha had done to me.

Lyrasha said, “I’ll add you to the requisition list, Addie. You’re going to Northrend.”

* * * * *

The rest of the day was a blur as I considered exactly what I was getting myself into. Sure, in this strong, Talbuk body I could put up a good fight against the Lich King’s minions, but I would be fighting at a fraction of my full potential. I suppose I’d be better than the standard mount, though. Still, I might well die.

I’d been prepared to die as a druid, but to some extent, I was even more prepared now. At least I would die fighting evil, and my imprisonment would be over. Lyrasha would tell my dad what had happened. Unless she died first - I’d have to do my utmost to protect the damned bitch. She was my lifeline.

I didn’t think twice about the present, just the future, as I nodded off to sleep.

Until my ear twitched, and I heard thumping against wall of my stall. Someone, or some thing, was just outside the stables, pushing against the weak wooden walls, trying to get in. And it was just on the other side. Snorting, I moved closer, peering through the knotholes...it was dark, and whatever was there was even darker, but one whiff told me the truth.

It was Man’ari.

The demon Talbuk must have escaped his pen, following his nose to my pen, and I knew why. According to Luftasia, Talbuk females never bred more than once, but Man’ari knew better about me. If he broke down that wall, I wouldn’t be willing or able to stop him as he climbed onto my back, and speared right into my sealed womb, giving me a third foal.

It would hurt...like hell, and I didn’t even know if a Talbuk mare could survive triplets, but still a huge part of me wanted him to. I didn’t know whether to push back and stop him, or help him break down the wall, or to bleat for help and try to rouse someone. Just smelling the stallion’s scent so close made me lift my tail. I was wet with anticipation.

The wall wouldn’t last long against the huge animal’s onslaught. I quivered, stepping back so that the shards wouldn’t injure me when he burst through.

“Sleep, you two, sleep,” I heard.

Glancing next door, I noticed that Castinor was in one pen over. He was still fully clothed, but I knew what he’d been planning to do. Now, the two foxes fell into a magical slumber, and he stood. “What the devil is that?”

It didn’t take long before the human realized, “A Talbuk must have gotten loose!” Castinor rushed outside.

My savior...though more than half of me wished he’d been fast asleep. My teardrop clenched and bounced up and down, pumping my alluring scent to the desperate black Talbuk. Unfortunately, the man was too fast. I could hear him roping the aggressive Man’ari and dragging him away from the wall. Damn hunters.

That left me alone again, with no hope to quell my growing lust. The wall was still coated in Man’ari’s scent. Vainly, I tried rubbing my rump up against the wall, but the low-quality wood was only good for scratching an actual itch on my wide rump, not the itch deep inside me.

Glancing around, I scanned for anything a little longer and thinner, but the only thing on the wall that was the right height and size was a metal beam sticking out from my feed trough. I took one look at the sharp, rusty spike and said ‘no’.

Then, it hit me. I might not be able to reach my pussy with my tongue, or horns, or hooves, but I did have my tail. Like a stubby brush, my blue tail was warm and soft - not ideal but I had to make do. Standing still in the middle of the stable, I spread my legs and bit my lip, trying to curl the short tail into a loop.

As hard as I tried, I could get the tip of my tail more than a foot from my gaping, needed pussy. What a useless appendage! It hadn’t helped protect me from Lyrasha, or Man’ari, and now it wasn’t flexible enough to fuck me senseless either.

Unless...I could force it further. Tail curled, I backed up to the wall. Ears flat, I walked slowly, praying this would work. I leaned against the wall, pushing my tail in. It was pointed in just the right place. It hurt, oh it hurt, but I shivered when I felt the soft, pointed tip finally brush up against my sopping hole.

I ignored the jolt from my tail muscles and pushed in harder, and suddenly, my aching pussy was filled, even if just a few inches. I was already panting, pushing back against the wall as I tail-fucked myself. The bristling hairs, blanketed my pussy, rubbing and cushioning the entire, smooth surface, and it felt great. Not as good as Man’ari, of course, but my tail wouldn’t leave me bleating in pain by the end of it.

“Come on,” I bleated, though of course the words were unrecognizable. This was more difficult than I’d hoped. My tail was teasing me to the edge, but I couldn’t do what I needed to do. I wanted to lock my knees and buck up and down, but my tail would come dripping out. And it just couldn’t get deep enough to satisfy me like a Talbuk could. I was starting to realize it was hopeless.

And it was. After three minutes, I gave up, panting and dripping, hornier than when I’d even started. If only my tail were a little bit more flexible. Or...maybe if I were lying on the ground? That might work…

Before I could try something new, I heard a stable door open. This time, though, it wasn’t Castinor with the foxes, or Luftasia with the Frostsaber. When I looked around, my own door was swinging open. I had to blink twice to realize just what was happening.

Castinor was there.

“I’m not an idiot,” the man started. I blinked. “I can tell the trouble you’re in. I am a hunter after all.”

Oh, Elune...did he know? Did this trainer from Azeroth realize I wasn’t a true Talbuk, but a trapped druid? Would that be good or bad? I could use another helping hand other than Lyrasha, but the more people knew, the more likely word would get out. Or...maybe a hunter could think of a better way to free me from this pregnant bondage. Lyrasha had only asked Druids, but of course, hunters might have some special insight!

“I noticed last night, when you were peeking your head over the stall,” he continued.

He really did know! My heart was racing, not sure if this was a good or bad development. I took a step backward, mincing.

“I’ve never seen an animal more in need of a good fuck.”

Wait, what? Did he realize I was a druid because I was too horny…?

Castinor took a step forward, letting the stall door latch behind him. “Don’t worry, little lady, I know just how to help with your ‘problem’.”

No, that’s not what this is, I realized. He had no clue I wasn’t a Talbuk mare. I laid my ears flat as I watched the human reach down to his tented pants and start to undo his belt. “Oh no you don’t!” I bleated wordlessly.

“Shh, shh,” he said, “Don’t want to rouse the others.

Didn’t I? If I bleated loudly enough, surely Luftasia would come running. My eyes widened as Castinor slid his pants down around his ankles, then kicked his shoes and pants off. I saw his dick for the second time in as many days, but this time, it was pointed at me. I stamped my hoof, hoping to ward the man off without so much fuss.

He just chuckled. “You don’t need to put on a show. We both know you need this.”

Well, this was one cocky apeman! Sure, I was no match against the hunter in a fight, even without his gun, but he was bold to be sure, trying to fuck another person’s mount in the middle of the night. Thinking he knows what’s going on in my head. But he didn’t know, not even a little, how wrong he was. I was no Talbuk mare: I was Adran Moonseeker, and I most certainly did not need Castinor’s ‘help’.

I was totally indignant as the man approached me. My ears were flat, I gave him a level stare, and stomped my feet. He circled around behind me while I glared at the man. I snorted derisively as he reached for my stub tail. I -

I bleated and shivered as he reached his large hand up beneath my tail, running his finger across my dripping wet pussy. A loud groan echoed off the stable walls, and I knew it was me. Huffing loudly, I found myself pressing backward against Castinor as the hunter began to massage and caress my puffy teardrop.

“There you are, girl...isn’t that better?” he asked gently as I rocked against him.

First one giant finger, then a second slipped between my folds with a wet sklurp, and suddenly my tail was hiked on its own, no help from Castinor needed. Bleating softly, I spread my legs for the man. I may not be a Talbuk mare, but I was Adran Moonseeker, and Elune strike me down if I didn’t need the man’s help.

But I didn’t have to like it! I lay my ears flat and fumed as I clenched down around Castinor’s fingers, whimpering pathetically when he slipped two more fingers in. Even his enormous hands weren’t too much for me, after the way Man’ari had split me open. He slipped his whole fist inside of me.

Oh, Elune, why does it have to feel so good? This was positively humiliating! I was supposed to be the cocky guy exerting my will on some bitch. Now I was panting and helpless as one of the Alliance monkey-men violated me.

Placing a hand on my rump, Castinor steadied himself as he began to push his whole, hairy arm inside of me, inch after inch, while I bleated and humped around him. Now I knew just how inadequate my attempt to pleasure myself with my tail had been. There was no way I could really trick myself into feeling as stuffed as I was now.

“Damn, little lady, my arm is swimming. Don’t worry, Ol’ Castinor will take care of you.”

Reaching beneath me with his free hand, the human cupped and rubbed at my twin udder. I groaned and bucked my hips. As much as I wanted to reject the man and all he stood for, I was putty in his arms. I would do anything he asked for.

And if the hard pokes that were rubbing up against my hind legs were any indication, I knew exactly what the man would ask for. I shuddered and moaned when he pulled his arm out of me, dripping and coated in my musky scent. Castinor kicked a little stool over and stood behind me, rubbing my rump. I glanced back to look at his cock, bigger than two of his fingers, but not bigger than three. I’d rather he’d kept up with his arm, but I’d take anything I could get. Tongue dangling, I spread my legs, hiked my tail to the side, and nickered.

“Good girl,” he said, grinning. “Daddy’s got what you need.”

I rolled my eyes, but I held my ground as he leaned forward, pushing his dick up against my drenched cunt. Getting fucked by Lyrasha had been embarrassing, getting dominated by Man’ari had been painful in more ways than one, but now I was just pathetic. I was begging for a human to fuck me, and I couldn’t bring myself to want to stop him.

He grabbed two tufts of blue fur and humped forward, hilting himself in my big, black pussy. He was no Talbuk, but his thick cock did the trick, rubbing against my swollen lips and sending waves of pleasure down my large body. I shivered when I felt his ugly pink balls against my skin, realizing how far I’d fallen. What kind of druid got trapped and fucked by some random hunter? But I needed it so badly I was drooling.

Castinor humped back and forth fast and hard, grunting, “Nnng, I thought you’d be too loose, but damn girl, you’ve got some strong muscles!” I was clenching hard around him, trying my damndest to pull him deeper, though I knew that was impossible.

“Can’t believe you’re my first filly! I shoulda been doing this for years.”

I humped up and down, wondering just how many animals he had fucked. Or how many more he would. None of the mounts on the expedition would be safe now, except maybe the moonsabers. I wouldn’t want to see Castinor after he crossed the wrong queen.

I could myself getting close, rubbing my rump in circles against the big man. He was groaning and moaning himself, his words now just a garble. Then, just as I was sure I would get the release I so desperately needed, Castinor shouted, “I’m...I’m cumming!”

He slammed forward and held himself there, squirting deep inside me. I grunted and pushed back, squeezing hard around his twitching dick, milking the man for all he was worth.

Which wasn’t much. Unlike Man’ari, the human was done in three big squirts, groaning pathetically afterward. But that’s not what worried me most. No, after he came, he pulled out.

I snorted, glancing back at the panting man.

“By the Light, that was incredible,” he said appreciatively. But I needed more than appreciation! My cunt was clenching just in front of him, stained in his white seed. Didn’t he realize I wasn’t done? Surely he was about to finish me with his arm?

But no, he stepped down, looking for his clothes.

Now wait just a minute! I gasped, turning to face him. We had a deal! Castinor grabbed his clothes, and started moving for the door. I charged him.

“Whoa, girl, whoa,” he said. “What’s gotten into you?” He waved his hands, and my eyes dulled. He was trying to put me to sleep! Satisfied with my drooping eyes, Castinor walked right out and closed the door. “I can’t stay and cuddle, I’m afraid. You might not worry much about it, but I could get in a lot of trouble for what we just did. And then I wouldn’t be able to see you again. But I promise, I’ll be back again tomorrow, and the next day.

I whinnied at him, but he just said, “Until next time,” kissing his fingers and reaching out to touch my nose. I don’t think he even noticed when I tried to snap at his fingers, before he was out of sight, wandering back to his quarters.

I was dripping. My pussy quivered with need - he’d only made it worse! I almost barged headfirst into the wall, knowing that Man’ari would gladly get rid of this feeling (though at a great cost). Instead, I glanced over at the nearby pen.

Snowball.

That little minx was Castinor’s ticket to Northrend, and I knew just what to do.

* * * * *

Luftasia was the first in the morning. She took one look into my neighboring stall and ran out of the stables. She returned only minutes later, with Castinor and Lyrasha panting beside her. He glanced in, his eyes widening, and he jarred the stall door open so hard, the latch popped right off.

“No, no, bad fox!” he yelped, jumping in beside them.

There, in the center of the stall, was Rethix all over the white vixen. He was pounding the young Snowball while she huffed and churred, his tail wagging so high that Castinor could surely see everything. He was just a few seconds too late - Rethix ignored his master and slammed his knot home, locking himself in his heat-addled bitch.

Snowball’s cage lay in tatters against the adjoining wall.

“W-Wait!” the man gasped, but even he must have been able to hear the loud squirt as the tod pumped his vixen full of kits. He crouched beside them, not even trying to pull them off each other. He could put them to sleep, as could Lyrasha, but there was no use.

In truth, he was six hours late. As soon as the man had left, I kicked through the wall, damaging the cage. Snowball jumped out, fur standing on end, but she seemed to appreciate the help when she saw Rethix and woke the tod up. I watched as they fucked each other's brains out again and again and again and again. Four times the red fox knotted Snowball and dumped his nuts into the little bitch.

I had taken a special kind of pleasure in watching the foxes breed like rabbits. I certainly didn’t get any sleep that night, driven the entire night by my unsatisfied lust. At least Snowball was getting some, and Castinor sure as hell deserved this.

Luftasia let her short, blue tail droop politely. “I don’t know what happened - it looks like the Talbuk must have kicked in the wall. I guess you should be thankful she wasn’t hurt....?”

Castinor stared up at me, and I stared back as innocently as I could muster. “This is my ticket to Northrend,” he said in a hush. “The Alliance needs her. Light!”

Lyrasha was staring at me.

The stable-master turned to the Night Elf and said, “I don’t know what got into Addie,” she said. Apparently that abhorrent nickname was what everyone was going to call me. Great. The Draenei continued, “She’d become so docile and obedient, now...now I don’t know if she’s ready.”

Lyrasha said, “She’s a big girl - she probably just stuck her foot in the wrong place…”

Everyone looked at the damaged cage, and the hole in the wall. That was some misstep! Lyrasha continued, lamely, “But I’m sure she’s ready for the expedition.”

Luftasia shook her head. “It’s highly irregular - there are hundreds of well-trained mounts. Why would you want her? Not to mention she’s pregnant.”

Castinor just sat next to his foxes with his head in his hands.

Lyrasha sighed. “The mission won’t take more than a few months anyway, and I need a mount with some spirit. Trust me, Luftasia, as a druid. There’s, um...something special about her.”

The Draenei flicked her tail.

She’s going to let me go, isn’t she?

Finally, she relented. “I’ll sign the papers, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’re asking for trouble.”

“Don’t I know it,” the Night Elf said under her breath. Luftasia joined Castinor and started explaining the next steps, while Lyrasha entered my stall, sliding up beside my large head.

“What the fuck, Adran?” she whispered in my ear. “You almost lost your chance. And why would you do that to Castinor? He was specially invited by your father as the head scout!”

Obviously, I couldn’t explain myself, so I didn’t bother. I just kept my ears straight and looked her right in the eye. “Elune! I don’t know what to do with you. You can’t just lash out at people because you’re angry. What did Castinor ever do to you!?”

If you only knew.